Some Feelings Are Just So Good That They Come Back To You

I was a young graduate student at SMU in the early eighties. I had a part time job helping out, a bar back, in a bar that I liked. It was getting late, around ten o'clock at night, when this one guy at a table, got up and went back to the bathroom, and came out completely naked, stood on the bar and flung his dick around, turned and mooned the remaining customers, holding his cheeks apart. The crowd clapped and whooped and hollered and my boss told me to let it run it's course, before throwing him outside with the trash.

That night something happened. I had a wet dream about him showing off his dick like that, and woke up confused and somewhat embarrassed. But I had seen it, and it wouldn't leave me.

I went to a movie with a friend and I was in the bathroom and this guy beside me was urinating, but he stood back a little and I got a full view of his penis. I stared and he caught me. He called me a faggot and left. The image of his penis did not leave that easily. I was over at the apartment of another grad student and he got up to pee, and didn't close the door. I watched him, wanting to go there. The impulse was too much and I went in behind him and put my arms around him and held his penis, and when he was done I shook the last drops for him. The feeling of being up close to him like that, his penis in my hand was just too much for me. I sat on the edge of the tub and sucked him.

He was an experienced gay guy, and he went along with it. He sucked me and let me get his penis hard and jerk him off before taking his penis in my mouth for him to ejaculate. I spent the night there, he spooned me and fucked me. He also kissed me on the mouth. I woke up there, still confused that I liked it, and wanted it. For the next few months we were lovers, and he showed me what to do, how to do it, and let me enjoy him mounting me. I liked it missionary, but I preferred him on my back, and me on my stomach. As he fucked me I rubbed myself against the bed and ejaculated.

Well that was back in the early eighties. I finished my Master's in Biology and went on to work for a pharmaceutical developing new medicines. The lab work suited me and over the years I met more than a few lovers. I'm in my late sixties and have a lover I met during COVID, he and I shared a project and we decided to violate protocol and met in person. So hungry for human contact that we were naked on a bed before the door closed, and we are still at it. He pleases me, I please him, we are well suited, he does the spooning and I enjoy his erection rubbing against me. It's maybe not appropriate but the feeling of sex during COVID was so powerful, it felt like I was that grad student all over again in that apartment. I even stood behind him with my arms around him holding his penis to pee in the toilet.