Still Out There Enjoying Meeting Up With Men

First off I will confess to my age, 71. I did the right thing, school, military, job, raised a family, stayed married. My gay side has remained hidden from everyone. I grew up in a small town so that never allowed me to find relief from the desires to be with another man. I took a job after the military that allowed me to travel. I met men in Arizona, in New Mexico and Texas. Not all of them would be my friend, and certainly some of them I wanted nothing to do with. But from time to time I met a man that was fun to make out with. I man who I could show my bottom side to. From my earliest experiences I like having a man on my back and a cock up my ass.

Over the years I became more and more able to read signals. That man at the zoo while I was there with my family. That man at the Sizzler. That man at the DMV. I could tell, and I know they could tell too. Not that any of those men ended up with me, but I could tell. Just like I could tell when I was at the Walmart and my wife was shopping and I followed him into the men's room. Side by side, cocks out. I could smell his desire and I succumbed to it. As you get older you get bolder, and that sometimes mean you take more risks.

I joined a web site for dating older men. Actually I joined three different web sites. I suppose that most all the profiles on those websites are not the real thing. It's a teaser, to see if you can hook up. Only then do you find the real thing. In any event I want to tell you about a weekend a month ago.

I was cruising the web site and this one man from North Texas put a notice on that he would be in my area. I didn't pick up on it, not until I noticed he was supposed to already be here. I reached out, a quick two liner. We agreed to meet at this bar in a restaurant. A noon meeting, I wore the shirt I described, he wore the shirt he described. We went to have lunch and talk. It was quick, by profession he was a retired professor. He was a small man, shorter than I am. But I could tell he had that look in his eye, he was definitely the type of man who needs to be in charge of the conversation. I did my best to pay attention, to focus on his eyes, to focus on his mouth and ask myself did I want him to kiss me. By the end of the lunch I was primed, all I wanted was for him to show me what he was made of.

He was staying in a hotel so it was easy. We went there and I gave him a submissive blowjob, on my knees looking up to him. We undressed and lay on the bed and I let him caress me while I held onto his dick with my hand. I let him kiss me, and I kissed him back. I was hungry, I wanted to kiss. He took over and started to prepare me, to kiss me to suck on my dick, to finger me. I opened my legs for him, let him finger me, get his index finger up my ass and massage me. I did my best to control myself. I was so ready. He wanted face to face, which is fine by me, fuck me and kiss me. I'm ready. I opened my legs and he got his dick lined up and he worked his way in, I had taken the precaution to lube myself up for him.

It was a good fuck. A real good fuck. We lay there both naked the air conditioner running, it got cold all of a sudden. We turned and we kissed for quite a while. He told me he liked me from the beginning. I told him I liked him and if he was open to it we could meet up again.

I went home and watched a movie. I need a few hours to be alone after meeting up with a man.

Well that's how it is now that I'm 71.