Getting Into A Gay Relationship In My Late Forties

I bought a Harley and became part of a Harley club. One of the members is a retired cop.

We were at this ice house, and I was walking towards the men's room and he caught up with me and he put his arm around my shoulder. I should have recognized it then, but I didn't, I just kept walking beside him with his arm around my shoulder. We stood side by side at the urinals. He commented that the water was cold. I laughed, old college joke. He turned to me to zip up.

We became riding buddies, and rode side by side. We became drinking buddies when we stopped at the ice house after a ride. We became pizza buddies when we went for pizza after a ride. We became baseball buddies, and football buddies, and basketball buddies. We went to to the games together, nose bleed but live. Up there in the bleachers he put his arm out, on my seat. In the halls he put his arm around my shoulders. He buttoned my shirt when I missed a button. He cooked at home when we watched games on tv.

One of those games, a night game that started at seven, he said I didn't need to go home, I could stay with him. He said he would take the left side, and I could have the right. In boxer shorts he pressed up behind me and put his arm around me. I made sure I was comfortable and he rubbed my arm, and my belly, before reaching down to draw my penis out. He helped me onto my back, and that's when he started to kiss me and then go down on me, and kissed my penis. He told me I was the best friend he ever had. I played with his penis too, and took turns going down on him.

We never talked about it, when we were at his place or mine, we traded kisses when we met or when we said goodbye. Lot's of hugs, and when sitting on the couch for a game, he kept his arm around my shoulders. Sometimes he reached down and gave my penis a quick squeeze, usually right before kissing me. For one game he had this enormous black dildo on the coffee table. It turned out to be a carving from Africa out of ebony that he bought at a store he wandered into. A store in the gay part of town. He would take me there later, to see all the weird things that gays bought.

It had to happen, one night that I was with him, he slipped his boxers off and helped me out of my boxers, and with the help of this plastic bottle of anal lube, he consummated the relationship.

Now he's comfortable presenting me to his friends, his friends from the gay part of town, as his partner.