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Bi-Sexual Male / 58
Looking Back
Been happily married over 30 years and my wife has no idea about a time in my life when I crossed over briefly to another type of loving. I have never told her about that time and don't intend to as it would likely affect the marriage in various ways.
It was before I met her at the end of the 80's. I was 23 and after university I took a break and moved to the west coast. I had little money and took whatever temporary jobs I could to make cash. I moved furniture with fly by night moving companies,worked in a car wash and unloaded trucks. The only place I could afford was a rundown old hotel where you rented furnished rooms by the week. No one really knew me and I felt anonymous and free in a weird way. I smoked cigarettes in those days and drank beer or liquor but avoided harder stuff.
Being a young horny transient guy and living in a dump meant it was hard to attract any reasonable woman for sex and hooked were not my thing. I worked alongside a lot of single guys many older and down on their luck. Most were not that employable or had addiction issues. There were rumors that some of the guys turned to each other for sexual release but I thought that was only rumor not true.
There was an older guy who had a room on my floor that I had worked with on a few jobs and had beers,fast food type meals with. He seemed like a decent sort if rough around the edges. He was in his late 40's, a beer belly though mostly skinny with sinewy arms from manual work,stubble on his chin,thinning hair bald on top. Him and I got along and I was most often in his company when not working,walking the streets smoking and talking.
One evening I was in his room having a few beers when he asked me if I was getting any action. I told him no not really. He perked up and said we all had sexual needs. I nodded and said that was where masturbation came in handy. He looked at me directly and asked me if I would like some head. My heart skipped a beat and suddenly realized the rumors were true. He told me to just close my eyes and think of a hot chick as he serviced me. I thought to myself it's just a blowjob I need to get off . So I agreed to it. I was sitting on a chair and he had my stiffening cock in his mouth in no time. He sucked deep and well like he had done this many times before. I opened my eyes and seeing his head bob hungrily on my dick started to make me cum. I shot my load in his mouth and he took it all. He finished me and sat back on his bed. He pulled his pants down and underwear and revealed a throbbing cut cock." Do me" he said . I felt obligated and knelt down in front of him. I tentatively took his cock slowly into my mouth and sucked on the head. He moaned and I realized I liked pleasing him. His cock felt sexy in my mouth and I sucked more in. He did not last long and I found myself receiving spurts of his creamy cum. He patted the bed and I lay beside him my tummy filled with his cum. He lit up a cigarette which we shared alternating deep drags. "We are real buddies now" he said. I felt sexy and desired in a new strange kind of way. We finished the cigarette then he slowly kissed my mouth. Thinking about what we had just done made me horny again. I kissed him back and we made out a long time as if time stood still. Something deeper was taking over. He blew me again and somehow we shared that small bed all night.
The next year or so we went to bed and had sex most nights. We were fucking each other regularly as sucking was only the preliminaries. He and I both loved each other's cock filling our asses with cum. The kissing happened every chance in private. The feelings took over after all the sex.Finally we told each other we were in love and he wanted us to find a nice place to live together. Walking down the street with him I knew he had become my boyfriend and began worrying others would suspect our romantic and sexual gay relationship. Other men had sometimes called us faggots as we were always together working on jobs or out in public. I think also we had become too obviously enamored of one another though we never kissed in public except late at night or somewhere secluded. Ultimately I got scared of being found out. I packed up late one evening and left the city by train never to return. Looking back it was a significant love in my life though I can say I love my wife in a different way.
It was before I met her at the end of the 80's. I was 23 and after university I took a break and moved to the west coast. I had little money and took whatever temporary jobs I could to make cash. I moved furniture with fly by night moving companies,worked in a car wash and unloaded trucks. The only place I could afford was a rundown old hotel where you rented furnished rooms by the week. No one really knew me and I felt anonymous and free in a weird way. I smoked cigarettes in those days and drank beer or liquor but avoided harder stuff.
Being a young horny transient guy and living in a dump meant it was hard to attract any reasonable woman for sex and hooked were not my thing. I worked alongside a lot of single guys many older and down on their luck. Most were not that employable or had addiction issues. There were rumors that some of the guys turned to each other for sexual release but I thought that was only rumor not true.
There was an older guy who had a room on my floor that I had worked with on a few jobs and had beers,fast food type meals with. He seemed like a decent sort if rough around the edges. He was in his late 40's, a beer belly though mostly skinny with sinewy arms from manual work,stubble on his chin,thinning hair bald on top. Him and I got along and I was most often in his company when not working,walking the streets smoking and talking.
One evening I was in his room having a few beers when he asked me if I was getting any action. I told him no not really. He perked up and said we all had sexual needs. I nodded and said that was where masturbation came in handy. He looked at me directly and asked me if I would like some head. My heart skipped a beat and suddenly realized the rumors were true. He told me to just close my eyes and think of a hot chick as he serviced me. I thought to myself it's just a blowjob I need to get off . So I agreed to it. I was sitting on a chair and he had my stiffening cock in his mouth in no time. He sucked deep and well like he had done this many times before. I opened my eyes and seeing his head bob hungrily on my dick started to make me cum. I shot my load in his mouth and he took it all. He finished me and sat back on his bed. He pulled his pants down and underwear and revealed a throbbing cut cock." Do me" he said . I felt obligated and knelt down in front of him. I tentatively took his cock slowly into my mouth and sucked on the head. He moaned and I realized I liked pleasing him. His cock felt sexy in my mouth and I sucked more in. He did not last long and I found myself receiving spurts of his creamy cum. He patted the bed and I lay beside him my tummy filled with his cum. He lit up a cigarette which we shared alternating deep drags. "We are real buddies now" he said. I felt sexy and desired in a new strange kind of way. We finished the cigarette then he slowly kissed my mouth. Thinking about what we had just done made me horny again. I kissed him back and we made out a long time as if time stood still. Something deeper was taking over. He blew me again and somehow we shared that small bed all night.
The next year or so we went to bed and had sex most nights. We were fucking each other regularly as sucking was only the preliminaries. He and I both loved each other's cock filling our asses with cum. The kissing happened every chance in private. The feelings took over after all the sex.Finally we told each other we were in love and he wanted us to find a nice place to live together. Walking down the street with him I knew he had become my boyfriend and began worrying others would suspect our romantic and sexual gay relationship. Other men had sometimes called us faggots as we were always together working on jobs or out in public. I think also we had become too obviously enamored of one another though we never kissed in public except late at night or somewhere secluded. Ultimately I got scared of being found out. I packed up late one evening and left the city by train never to return. Looking back it was a significant love in my life though I can say I love my wife in a different way.
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