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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 67
Later In Life Gay Man
In my fifties I started to develop a deep curiosity about gay sex. It came on slowly, I was traveling a lot and spending a lot of times in hotels. The advent of laptops had made computer access available from the rooms, and the TV on the wall had adult entertainment. In some countries, in South America for example, there were fully gay movies. I was in La Paz and on the TV late at night on the pay per view movie was a very explicit movie of two gay men who had met in a plaza. I watched the movie and masturbated, and watched the following night as well. I had met my alter ego, that man from the plaza. I wanted to meet a man who would treat me that way, I wanted a man to make love to me.
I learned that at certain hotels, for mostly local travelers in Mexico or Bogota there were gay movies on the pay per view channels. In Monterrey Mexico I met a heavy set man, with a mustache and I let him get personal, he kissed me and I let him grab me and kiss me some more. We went back to the hotel I was staying at and I had my first gay experience. With full oral sex and an anal sex mounting. While the man penetrated me I felt something deep inside of me, and when he finished I felt even better. I gently sucked his cock for him. I wanted to be gay so bad it hurt.
I learned to differentiate between men who wanted to be with a man, and men who wanted a man to be with. I wanted to have a man make love to me, to have sex with me. I wanted to suck on a man and please him. I was a total bottom and wanted to hook up with a top man. I found several gay web sites and some were in Spanish, and I set up meetings that way. Bogota, Caracas, Mexico City. I returned to La Paz and that same movie was on the late night pay per view menu.
It was a full ten years before the ardor for meeting a man ran its course with me. I met Clarence, an insurance man, at a party and I let him make love to me. We began a relationship, but never living together. We are close friends, and we do frequent venues where gay men meet. What I want more than anything, is to be there with him, and have him make love to me. Sometimes the desire is overwhelming, sometimes just watching a movie is sufficient.
I learned that at certain hotels, for mostly local travelers in Mexico or Bogota there were gay movies on the pay per view channels. In Monterrey Mexico I met a heavy set man, with a mustache and I let him get personal, he kissed me and I let him grab me and kiss me some more. We went back to the hotel I was staying at and I had my first gay experience. With full oral sex and an anal sex mounting. While the man penetrated me I felt something deep inside of me, and when he finished I felt even better. I gently sucked his cock for him. I wanted to be gay so bad it hurt.
I learned to differentiate between men who wanted to be with a man, and men who wanted a man to be with. I wanted to have a man make love to me, to have sex with me. I wanted to suck on a man and please him. I was a total bottom and wanted to hook up with a top man. I found several gay web sites and some were in Spanish, and I set up meetings that way. Bogota, Caracas, Mexico City. I returned to La Paz and that same movie was on the late night pay per view menu.
It was a full ten years before the ardor for meeting a man ran its course with me. I met Clarence, an insurance man, at a party and I let him make love to me. We began a relationship, but never living together. We are close friends, and we do frequent venues where gay men meet. What I want more than anything, is to be there with him, and have him make love to me. Sometimes the desire is overwhelming, sometimes just watching a movie is sufficient.
