Just A Note That Sometime You Just Get Lucky And I Did

My career took me abroad, I was in the merchant marine for many years. Aboard we always had a contingent of Philippinos for the more mundane jobs. And as always there was a Philippino who wanted to please. A man at sea has needs, and we relieved those needs. As far as any one of us was concerned, the Phillipino was the queer. We were just horny men.

I went to work for the oil companies as an electrician offshore, it was 28 28, or sometimes 35 35. The guys on board were strictly off limits, so you took care of your needs a day before boarding and took care of your needs after you deboarded. There was always plentiful stary eyed boys waiting for a man to treat them right.

But, I got old. The pandemic made a mess of things. Layoffs were everywhere and I had to settle down and stay home. I had paid off my place, a small house overlooking the bay. Small, two bedroom built in 1935. I took care of whatever needed to be kept up with or fixed. I lived alone, and spent some of my free time in town at the local bar at night. I grew out a beard, and a gut.

One Saturday afternoon, I was in town getting my grocery run, and this hippie kid with a backpack was hanging outside the grocery shop, holding out his hand. I didn't ask him how old he was, but had to have been in his early twenties at most. I told him I didn't give handouts, but I had work to be done at the house, and if he was up to working, he could camp out and get fed.

I worked his ass off, not because anything needed to be worked on, but because a skinny runt made my blood run hot. I stood him outside after he was done, in the shower out back, and the naked boy had to wash himself down. He had a tight little ass and small cock, under his bush. His mother had done the right thing, she had made sure he was nice and cut and they did a nice job.

I fed him well, stuffed him till he couldn't take it any more. I told him that he could camp out in the second bedroom or sleep on the couch. I didn't make it very long before I was hard again, and went to get him and put him in my arms. I sucked his cock, which once hard was hard enough, I punched his asshole, and licked him clean. Don't really know why, but I needed to lick his asshole that night. I kept him close all night and woke up with him beside me.

He kissed funny, and he liked having me suck on his dick. He worked well enough cleaning up the outside, and I fed him like a field hand. At night, after I showered him, I pulled him tight against me and fucked him before going to sleep. He stayed a few weeks, but he had to wander on, to Oregon to see a friend of his. I gave him one last blowjob for the trip, and some money so he wouldn't have to sell himself like he had done with me.

I asked him if he was gay, and he said sometimes he just wanted to be gay. Well, I'm not gay myself, but sometimes you just want to be gay. I understood.