A Voyage Of Discovery To New Experiences
I live in a large metropolitan area, if you want to remain anonymous you can. I lost my wife of forty years and moved into town, close to theatres and friends. I met through a friend a man who is retired from the police force and we started having lunch a couple of times a month. He is divorced, was married for twenty years and one of our topics of discussion was our married lives. It was in one of these discussions that he confessed that he had gotten divorced because he had messed around, with another cop, male, from his precinct.
That is how the topic of male sex came up, two men in their sixties talking about male sex. Understanding, we are older and don't have hang ups. Not until your friend stands over you with his cock out and asks you to put it in your mouth and try something new. It was a very hard thing to do, but the actual feeling of his cock in my mouth was not unpleasant. The skin was very soft and my tongue going around the head of his cock sent shivers down my back. I as sucking on a man's cock.
He suggested we get naked. Take a shower together. Try it out. We are both big men, he took his time washing my cock, bending over from time to time to suck on me. Offered his cock for me to wash, and bend over and suck in the shower. He had me stand against the shower and he washed my behind, fingering me a little. He asked if I wanted a little bit of tongue. On the bed we did the sixty-nine, we jerked each other, and then he insisted we kiss. 240 pounds apiece, kissing like teenagers, jerking off our cocks, he kissed my nipples which were very sensitive, he asked if I was up to it, we could fuck, he had the lubes and condoms.
One afternoon and I was in a full gay sex act with another man, a cop who was well past any hang ups about gay sex, who wanted nothing more than to introduce me to the other side of getting older. Why chase an old woman when you can get so much more pleasure with an old man, and you don't have to listen to women problems. We did not have 'sex' that day, it was all oral and a lot of kissing. I liked kissing, surprisingly I liked being kissed. He told me that the top has to be the top and the bottom has to be the bottom and we had pretty much figured out who was who.
It took several get togethers over several weeks before I agreed to being the bottom, but I was ready. We tried with him on my back, which I liked a whole lot. We are just too big for missionary sex and frankly I like his weight on my back. I put a cushion under my hips and he gets on top and if I'm lucky while he is doing his thing, my cock rubs against the cushion and I ejaculate too. I never thought I would admit to liking having a man on my back, but I do. I like sucking on his cock a lot, and of course I like being kissed.
He is a cop, retired, but still a cop and he pretty much has the last word. I don't have a problem with that, as long as he kisses me and still enjoys giving me cock. I find it interesting really, thought wise, that at this age I am having this affair with this man. He has been having sex with men for many years, but for me it is new and the whole thing feels really good. A really nice feeling is me fixing dinner, I can cook fairly good and his long kisses while I do. It just makes the whole meal so much more satisfying, so much more than eating alone.
I am sort of coming out here, anonymously but trying to say what I feel.
