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Men Only
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Bi-Sexual Male / 70
An Old Habit, A Friend In Need. The Moment Just Lent Itself To Me.
My story is not so out of the ordinary. It happened like this. I was lonely after my kids left and I got divorced. Everyone had a life, I went to work, and went home. Home was a one bedroom apartment, close to work, five minute drive but not walkable because of the freeway in between. Around me were older couples, and a few young people who were buying there and fixing it up. I didn't have the money for a remodel, so it was pretty much stuck in time.
The place itself was nice, that's why I bought the condo there. My unit wasn't one with a lot of foot traffic, so I didn't have to deal with noise. Inside I had some of the furniture I got out after the divorce. My wife 'let' me have it. She took the rest. I had watched just about every movie, I was now into porn. Always the same stuff, a slow take of a man giving another man head, or a slow take of a man fucking another man. I could watch either one while I ate my 'tv' dinner.
To me, what I wanted was the cock. A cock in a man's mouth, or a cock in and out of a man's ass. That's what a cock was really for. It reminded me of me, a long time before. That's what led to my divorce. My wife found out that I sucked cock.
But fantasy cock and real cock never coincide. I mean, who have you met with a cock that size? I sure didn't have a cock that size. So, watch the same loop, over and over and dream that of sucking a cock like that, or having a cock like that service your ass.
At my work I had a friend, Al. He was same age as me, his wife was going through some very difficult times with cancer and the treatment. It was hard, cancer like that is going to win. But in your mind, you want to believe so the treatments continue. I was with Al, we were out to lunch at this place close to the office. He was particularly hurt that day, despondent. I hugged him, he was my friend. He hung on, so I kept him in my arms. Somehow, I kissed him. A kiss on the mouth. A wet kiss.
He didn't say a word about it, and neither did I. It didn't happen again but I felt it every day. I wanted to give Al peace. The way I knew how. When his wife passed away, it was a slow, slow decline every day. She passed away at night and when he returned to the hospice care she was gone. I put my arm around his shoulder at the burial. At our age, and everybody being from someplace else, it was a few people only. I held him, as he trembled. I took Al, drove him, home. It was so dead quiet. Al was alone.
I kissed him, a long kiss on the mouth. I got down, sat on a chair in the kitchen and released him from his pants and sucked his cock, a long slow suck, and his cock came to life. I sucked him, my mind was all over the place, all I wanted to do was suck. A cock in my mouth. I sucked him until somehow, a man like Al had a small release. I 'sucked' it out, and let him sit down.
I told Al that I was there for him, let me know. And left to go back to my apartment and watch my cock loop over and over again. The taste of Al in my mouth, I managed to masturbate, get a return on my investment.
Al and I are friends. We have lunch at work. We talk about the past. It hasn't really happened again. I am pretty sure it was a one time thing. But it is a part of my memory now.
The place itself was nice, that's why I bought the condo there. My unit wasn't one with a lot of foot traffic, so I didn't have to deal with noise. Inside I had some of the furniture I got out after the divorce. My wife 'let' me have it. She took the rest. I had watched just about every movie, I was now into porn. Always the same stuff, a slow take of a man giving another man head, or a slow take of a man fucking another man. I could watch either one while I ate my 'tv' dinner.
To me, what I wanted was the cock. A cock in a man's mouth, or a cock in and out of a man's ass. That's what a cock was really for. It reminded me of me, a long time before. That's what led to my divorce. My wife found out that I sucked cock.
But fantasy cock and real cock never coincide. I mean, who have you met with a cock that size? I sure didn't have a cock that size. So, watch the same loop, over and over and dream that of sucking a cock like that, or having a cock like that service your ass.
At my work I had a friend, Al. He was same age as me, his wife was going through some very difficult times with cancer and the treatment. It was hard, cancer like that is going to win. But in your mind, you want to believe so the treatments continue. I was with Al, we were out to lunch at this place close to the office. He was particularly hurt that day, despondent. I hugged him, he was my friend. He hung on, so I kept him in my arms. Somehow, I kissed him. A kiss on the mouth. A wet kiss.
He didn't say a word about it, and neither did I. It didn't happen again but I felt it every day. I wanted to give Al peace. The way I knew how. When his wife passed away, it was a slow, slow decline every day. She passed away at night and when he returned to the hospice care she was gone. I put my arm around his shoulder at the burial. At our age, and everybody being from someplace else, it was a few people only. I held him, as he trembled. I took Al, drove him, home. It was so dead quiet. Al was alone.
I kissed him, a long kiss on the mouth. I got down, sat on a chair in the kitchen and released him from his pants and sucked his cock, a long slow suck, and his cock came to life. I sucked him, my mind was all over the place, all I wanted to do was suck. A cock in my mouth. I sucked him until somehow, a man like Al had a small release. I 'sucked' it out, and let him sit down.
I told Al that I was there for him, let me know. And left to go back to my apartment and watch my cock loop over and over again. The taste of Al in my mouth, I managed to masturbate, get a return on my investment.
Al and I are friends. We have lunch at work. We talk about the past. It hasn't really happened again. I am pretty sure it was a one time thing. But it is a part of my memory now.
