Bi-Sexual Male / 61
When Push Comes To Shove It's Men For Me Now, Not Women
I lost my wife last year, and to be honest its been lonely. I miss the standard stuff, meals, housekeeping. But to be honest our sex life had been gone for a long time. I lost interest. It's not that she was an older woman, and I had some thing for a younger woman. I just lost interest in women, period. I get nothing from them.
No, my transition has been going on for quite a while really. It started in earnest some ten years ago when a friend at work put his arm around my shoulders and told me he loved me. I want to say it stopped me in my tracks, but we kept on walking with his arm around my shoulders. He pulled me against him and kissed my cheek, and I let him kiss me square on the mouth. It was the best sex I'd had since I was a teenager. I let him kiss me, it was one very long kiss. He ended by asking me if I thought I could love him back.
It was a surprise, he was certainly not out, as the saying goes, except among his like minded peers. He invited me to a football party at his place, a nice place. There were six other men there, all our age. What they had in common, other than liking each other, was their interest in Harleys. Big rough and tough men, and half of them let the other man love on them. I knew that night I was there that was my fate as well. I wanted him to make love to me, to put his arm around me shoulders, to put his hand on my hand over the island in the kitchen. I'm big really, six foot and 230. He's big as well, and so were all the men there that night.
I knew that I couldn't spend the night, but we snuck upstairs for some kissing and hugging, being kissed and hugged was amazing. I fell back on the bed and he was on me, kissing me, getting my pants undone, his hand inside my pants playing with me, he bent down to kiss me, to put it all in his mouth, I was hard enough. I felt his hard dick against me, I maneuvered so he could rub himself more easily. I was tentative in undoing his belt, and getting his dick out. But once it was in my hand I lost my inhibitions and sucked on his dick, I wanted to show him. While the game went on, we were upstairs undressed and he was making love to me. He asked if it was ok, he used some baby oil like stuff, and offered to use a condom. I didn't want a condom, I wanted it real, nothing between his skin and mine. Barely a week had gone by since he had told me he loved me, and he was showing me with each thrust as he fucked me.
I did not resist, I delivered myself to him. The best sex ever. And that's pretty much why I lost interest in my wife sexually. We have a relationship, he lives in his place and I live in mine, but honestly we both have a run of the house. We have traveled a little this year, since I have the time for it. I'm not a Harley guy, motorcycles scare me. I'm more of a arts guy, not opera, but the arts. He humors me, he's not interested, I humor him, I'm not interested. Who cares who one the game, what I care about is the kissing and hugging that comes later.
No, my transition has been going on for quite a while really. It started in earnest some ten years ago when a friend at work put his arm around my shoulders and told me he loved me. I want to say it stopped me in my tracks, but we kept on walking with his arm around my shoulders. He pulled me against him and kissed my cheek, and I let him kiss me square on the mouth. It was the best sex I'd had since I was a teenager. I let him kiss me, it was one very long kiss. He ended by asking me if I thought I could love him back.
It was a surprise, he was certainly not out, as the saying goes, except among his like minded peers. He invited me to a football party at his place, a nice place. There were six other men there, all our age. What they had in common, other than liking each other, was their interest in Harleys. Big rough and tough men, and half of them let the other man love on them. I knew that night I was there that was my fate as well. I wanted him to make love to me, to put his arm around me shoulders, to put his hand on my hand over the island in the kitchen. I'm big really, six foot and 230. He's big as well, and so were all the men there that night.
I knew that I couldn't spend the night, but we snuck upstairs for some kissing and hugging, being kissed and hugged was amazing. I fell back on the bed and he was on me, kissing me, getting my pants undone, his hand inside my pants playing with me, he bent down to kiss me, to put it all in his mouth, I was hard enough. I felt his hard dick against me, I maneuvered so he could rub himself more easily. I was tentative in undoing his belt, and getting his dick out. But once it was in my hand I lost my inhibitions and sucked on his dick, I wanted to show him. While the game went on, we were upstairs undressed and he was making love to me. He asked if it was ok, he used some baby oil like stuff, and offered to use a condom. I didn't want a condom, I wanted it real, nothing between his skin and mine. Barely a week had gone by since he had told me he loved me, and he was showing me with each thrust as he fucked me.
I did not resist, I delivered myself to him. The best sex ever. And that's pretty much why I lost interest in my wife sexually. We have a relationship, he lives in his place and I live in mine, but honestly we both have a run of the house. We have traveled a little this year, since I have the time for it. I'm not a Harley guy, motorcycles scare me. I'm more of a arts guy, not opera, but the arts. He humors me, he's not interested, I humor him, I'm not interested. Who cares who one the game, what I care about is the kissing and hugging that comes later.
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