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Bi-Sexual Male / 54
Finding Surprise Love After Losing My Wife Has Been A Real Experience
I lost my wife to an accident. I moved to a beach community and went to work with a local insurance agent. I had enough money and had bought a small place and didn't mind the summer season. I became part of the local community. That's where I met Mark, a volunteer fireman who had moved down from Connecticut. We became friends and met for coffee.
As things go we went for walks early in the morning, before coffee at the local coffee and waffle house. He helped me with repairs and I helped him with his tax return. One of those days we stumbled and he held me up in an embrace. The feeling was there, top to bottom, and it was difficult for me to stand on my own after that. The feeling was strong and soon we were embracing and kissing. Mark let me know that he had left his home town because he had been outed by a firebrand. Not to worry, I told him, his secret was safe with me if my secret was safe with him.
This getting together was mostly in his hands, as I was the one that was moving into new territory. Mark is a humble man and I like that, and our times together were more about being close than about misbehaving. I recognized something within me, I liked being kissed by him and I let him. I wanted him to kiss me, and I took the back seat while he drove the relationship. I relished the time together, and definitely wanted to make love with him. We didn't say a lot, it was supposed to be friends with benefits. But when I took his cock in my hand, I made love to his cock. When he held me down I made love back to him. I wanted to and he went that far with me, and we enjoyed each other that way. I wanted him to, and he wanted to and we went all the way.
We have our day to day routines, he has his place and I have my place and we walk in the mornings and have coffee at the coffee and waffle place. Sometimes we sit and watch the birds on the estuary, sometimes we talk about current events, or about the upcoming summer season. But sometimes we just hang together, to old naked men, enjoying our time together.
As things go we went for walks early in the morning, before coffee at the local coffee and waffle house. He helped me with repairs and I helped him with his tax return. One of those days we stumbled and he held me up in an embrace. The feeling was there, top to bottom, and it was difficult for me to stand on my own after that. The feeling was strong and soon we were embracing and kissing. Mark let me know that he had left his home town because he had been outed by a firebrand. Not to worry, I told him, his secret was safe with me if my secret was safe with him.
This getting together was mostly in his hands, as I was the one that was moving into new territory. Mark is a humble man and I like that, and our times together were more about being close than about misbehaving. I recognized something within me, I liked being kissed by him and I let him. I wanted him to kiss me, and I took the back seat while he drove the relationship. I relished the time together, and definitely wanted to make love with him. We didn't say a lot, it was supposed to be friends with benefits. But when I took his cock in my hand, I made love to his cock. When he held me down I made love back to him. I wanted to and he went that far with me, and we enjoyed each other that way. I wanted him to, and he wanted to and we went all the way.
We have our day to day routines, he has his place and I have my place and we walk in the mornings and have coffee at the coffee and waffle place. Sometimes we sit and watch the birds on the estuary, sometimes we talk about current events, or about the upcoming summer season. But sometimes we just hang together, to old naked men, enjoying our time together.
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