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Men Only
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Straight Male / 56
Still Figuring Out Where I Went Wrong, I'm Having Lunch With Him Again
A couple of important things happened to me, not in a given order. One, I got divorced after thirty years, it is what some call drifting apart. I'm pretty sure we hadn't had sex in over ten years. The second, and just as important, I came into an unexpected inheritance from spinster Aunt. To my surprise, she had an 'estate', real wealth. She lived a frugal lonely life. Her financial manager had done a good job, investing her savings the way he did. Enough money for me to retire early.
After the weeks of figuring out what to do, including thinking about moving to some nice place, I was to a bar for lunch. A man came in, he was dressed like he sold real estate, and sat at the bar next to me and struck up a conversation. He said he was an insurance salesman, sold annuities too. We talked. During those moments I noticed that his fingernails were meticulously manicured. It didn't escape me that in my neck of the woods manicured fingernails on a man usually meant they swung the other way. But we talked.
We had lunch, and because we were there talking I had a beer and he had a Chardonnay, clue number 2. It was him touching me, my hand my thigh, clue number 3. Yup, this guy was gay. No he had never been married, never found that gal that would put up with him. I guess not, him being gay. Clue number 4, if you are counting.
He told me that he played golf, clue number 5, no real man 'plays' golf. He invited me out to his club. Club? But I went. Bad move on my part.
He introduced me around, and I rode the cart while he played with his friends. It's all in the hips, in those pink pants he wore, clue number 5. He was slim. But he had strong arms, from swinging at the ball. He was tanned. From swinging at the ball. And his friends? Clue number 6?
He invited me to come over to his house. He and his friends were going to watch a ball game and, Ohio State! Football? I'm in. I was the only one drinking beer, he had made the point of getting me a six pack. Men just don't watch football with a glass of wine. And Harold called out to Frank, 'sweety can you fill my glass'.
I found out what the backroom was for. Something about taking your sweet time with his cock in your mouth. Suckling up to him, 'there, there, just suck Daddy nice'. Fuck, what was I doing. I bought a damn annuity. After I spent the night and found out that he was the 'man'.
After the weeks of figuring out what to do, including thinking about moving to some nice place, I was to a bar for lunch. A man came in, he was dressed like he sold real estate, and sat at the bar next to me and struck up a conversation. He said he was an insurance salesman, sold annuities too. We talked. During those moments I noticed that his fingernails were meticulously manicured. It didn't escape me that in my neck of the woods manicured fingernails on a man usually meant they swung the other way. But we talked.
We had lunch, and because we were there talking I had a beer and he had a Chardonnay, clue number 2. It was him touching me, my hand my thigh, clue number 3. Yup, this guy was gay. No he had never been married, never found that gal that would put up with him. I guess not, him being gay. Clue number 4, if you are counting.
He told me that he played golf, clue number 5, no real man 'plays' golf. He invited me out to his club. Club? But I went. Bad move on my part.
He introduced me around, and I rode the cart while he played with his friends. It's all in the hips, in those pink pants he wore, clue number 5. He was slim. But he had strong arms, from swinging at the ball. He was tanned. From swinging at the ball. And his friends? Clue number 6?
He invited me to come over to his house. He and his friends were going to watch a ball game and, Ohio State! Football? I'm in. I was the only one drinking beer, he had made the point of getting me a six pack. Men just don't watch football with a glass of wine. And Harold called out to Frank, 'sweety can you fill my glass'.
I found out what the backroom was for. Something about taking your sweet time with his cock in your mouth. Suckling up to him, 'there, there, just suck Daddy nice'. Fuck, what was I doing. I bought a damn annuity. After I spent the night and found out that he was the 'man'.
