Support Group

Last year I got divorced. It was not a good marriage and my ex wife had cheated on me. Being in my early 30's I was trying to pull things together and start a new life.I found a decent apartment and settled in. Not ready for dating I joined a men's support group for emotional support and to vent. Most of the members were divorced and a couple guys were single gay men. We meet once a week and I find it very helpful,the guys are great.

I had been in the group 6 months from the spring until the Fall. There was a planned weekend retreat up north in a bucolic forest setting with cabins and a main lodge on a lake. Activities planned were hikes,canoeing,discussions and some interesting documentaries. I decided to go.

The cabins had 2 bedrooms and we would share with another member. I was initially worried I would be sharing with one of the gay guys as that might be awkward but was relieved to discover my cabin mate was one of the older divorced men. He is a soft spoken tall quiet fellow in his early 60's with a near silver moustache and matching short hair. I liked him right away and the first night we chatted amicably for a couple hours before bed.

The next day was filled with hikes,outdoor stuff,a lengthy group discussion after an interesting documentary and meals at the main lodge.

It was around 8 pm and we were back at our cabin. My cabin mate had brought in a great bottle of Scotch and we had some shots. The alcohol opened us up and we got into a deep personal discussion about our failed marriages. Turned out his ex cheated on him too. We were sitting together on a comfy couch in a living room area between the 2 bedooms. For whatever reason recounting my past had led me to start becoming emotional and tearful. He listened quietly then I had stood up to get some kleenex. He stood up and offered me a hug and softly told me everything would be okay. We stood there and he embraced me. It not only comforted me,the warmth and tenderness of it began stirring something in me. He began holding me tighter and to my horror my cock began getting hard. Then I felt his bulge match mine. He said nothing but slowly I felt his body shift and move sensually against me. My body responded and moved in rhythm with his. His mouth found mine and his lips softly kissed me. This turned passionate as I kissed him back urgently. After that we made out madly and ended up in his bed. More kissing that became mutual oral. We both tasted each other's semen and swallowed every drop. After we lay there quietly stunned by the lust and passion not to mentionber had sex with another man. Finally he looked at me gently. He asked me if I regretted what happened. I told him no and then with a sly smile told him I was getting hard again. He laughed and gave me another blowjob. We slept in each other's arms. The next morning I felt a sense of joy and peace I never felt before. We looked at each other throughout the day in that way that lovers do. Driving home I could not stop thinking about what happened. He called me a couple days later and we ended up in bed again. Since then we share a bed regularly and have lost all inhibitions with each other. Mutual intercourse is now part of our sex together. I have forgotten about women.