A New Chapter In My Life?
After taking retirement my wife and I had plans, go around the world, or maybe just up the coast to a B&B. But life happens and my wife slipped and fell and broke her neck, it was down hill from there. Two years of looking after her she passed in her sleep.
I was still young, 60 and alone. Looking at the map one day I told myself to do something, I bought a car I had always dreamed of, a used Porsche 911, packed some clothes, left my key with the neighbor and told him I would see in a month or so, I was going to drive from the East Coast to the West Coast and back. The truth for me was that loneliness was eating me inside.
I found my way down to I-40 and headed west. It was boring, really boring. Mile after mile of nothing, going nowhere, the car was nice but uncomfortable and I was getting nothing out of the ride. I got to Ashville NC. A time town in western NC. I stopped for the night, and went about looking for a place to eat. I found a small restaurant, I got a table and ordered. Across from me was a man, he was writer who was associated with the local college. We kept catching our eyes and he stood and came over and said he thought I needed company.
We talked and talked, he was easy with language, he was in his late fifties, about my age, he had been many things in his life and was a very interesting conversationalist. A couple of hours went by very fast. We had the table long after our dinner plates had been picked up. He offered to walk me around the downtown area we were in. We stopped at an artisanal beer place, and in the conversation he told me I was lonely and maybe it was time for me to just free myself and do something different.
We walked off the main street down a couple of streets to a nicely kept house and he invited me in,. He showed me the house and gave me its history and standing behind the island in the kitchen he mentioned that maybe I needed human contact. We seemed to get along, he found me to be a nice enough man and there was nothing he would like more than to show me how a man can make another man feel good about himself, if I had an open mind.
It took some more conversation but I found myself on the sofa and he was leaning over and giving me oral sex, he was very intently sucking my cock. He told me he was a lifelong gay man, had been in and out of many relationships, but he had never really found someone to be together with. Like right then, he felt an urge to have sex, to shower a man with his affection. He was a man who could go either way, it was up to me, I could top him or he could top me. Or we could just enjoy mutual oral sex,
We started on his bed, with our hands on each other's cocks, talking about how to do this and that, and we were quickly giving each other oral sex. We moved around so that we kept our cocks together, grinding against each other, hugging and from time to time he would lean down and suck on my nipples asking me if I was ready to turn around. He had what he needed, he lubricated me extensively, enough for a first time, he was careful with his words, he got out a condom and slipped it on and there in the late evening he pushed his way in.
For me, that moment when he pushed his cock against my ass, and I felt him push in was a seminal moment, a moment of surrendering to what my life was. To say that it hurt, or that it felt good, I guess is it was both, but it was uplifting, it was a very good feeling. A feeling that I had never had, He asked several times if I wanted him to quit, but I said no, to please go on.
We spent the night together that night, and I stayed another couple of nights with him. We had several hour long conversations about things from politics to old men. And I sucked him and each time I did I felt better about it, enjoying it. I left Ashville headed west to nowhere., I got as far as Memphis before I told myself to turn around. He and I are good friends now, we have had sex many times. It is hard to surrender yourself like I have, but the truth is that surrendering is what I needed to do. Let him take charge of my life for a while.
I am considering moving in with him, he has invited me to stay. I think about him when I am back at my house in Virginia. It is a difficult thing to do, leave my home behind and move in and live with a man. I don't know if that is my path, but for now I have enjoyed his company, I am pleased with myself for exploring my feminine side. Definitely I am the feminine one when I am with him, I like that. I don't think I could be the one on top,
