Lessons In Life

When I was twenty-years-old, I remember uttering the following words to an acquaintance in a gay bar one evening: “I could never imagine sleeping with anyone over the age of thirty , that would simply be nauseating!” 

I am in my late fifties today, and always smile whenever I reflect upon those words…

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Many years ago, when I started my very first job I was employed in a clerical position as an assistant buyer. The business that employed me was a chemical engineering company and most of their customers were either in the dairy or fruit juice industry. My immediate superior was a lazy arse-hole named Lesley. From day one, I did all the work and if he wasn’t strutting around like a peacock he sat reading the newspaper. Thankfully, after two months he was moved to the sales division of the company and when the boss of my department asked if I needed an assistant, my reply was, “Not at all.”

Goodness knows why the buying department ever needed two people, as one person could easily cope.

Our company had two branches, and the bulk of the buying was done by our other branch four hundred miles away. What I did mainly, was source prices for the planning, and estimating departments. A year after I started at the company, a man named Dave Brown paid me a visit. He was a salesman for the ‘Bolt & Nuts Company,’ and after I explaining that all the buying for bolts and nuts, was done by the other branch of our company, I furnished him with all the necessary contact details.

Dave was a handsome thirty-something individual with a dark complexion and jet black hair. He was fairly stocky and stood around five-feet-ten-inches tall. After some coffee and a chat, he left thirty minutes later.

Six weeks later, I was called to the reception area having been told that Dave Brown had popped in to see me. I was amazed by his visit, presuming that after his last call I would not see him again. Not wishing to be rude, I collected him from reception and again offered him coffee. When I reiterated the buying situation to him he produced an updated brochure that his company had generated, stating that he believed it would be useful to me. He also thanked me for putting him in contact with our other branch. Dave then parked off in my office, chattering and nattering like we were long-lost buddies.

Dave told me that he had formerly been in the merchant navy and regaled me with stories from his travels. Then, he told me a strange story which had me totally gobsmacked: In one of the far-east ports he regularly visited, he had gone to a pub one evening where he met the most beautiful girl. Later, she agreed to accompany him back to his hotel room. They then kissed and made out for a while, before disrobing. As she sensually lay back on the bed he began removing her panties, to find that the girl was actually a boy.

Stunned I asked, “What the hell did you do about it?”

“Well… he was so pretty and I was so horny… so I just turned him over and fucked him,” he casually replied.

The silence that followed was deafening. I did not know if I should laugh, or scratch my arse in astonishment. Thankfully, his lengthy visit ended shortly after. Knowing that he was married from our earlier interactions, I just presumed that the occurrence with the boy must have been an aberration.

Although I was very guarded about my sexual orientation at this time, a strange thought did cross my mind and I wondered if he was ‘testing the water’ with me.

‘In any case, he is over thirty,’ I thought, ‘simply too old for me.’

I put the incident out of my mind, believing that as a result of the shock I had shown when he related his story; I would definitely never see him again.

Two weeks later, after answering the phone in my office, I said, “Hi, Wade speaking.”

“Hi, Wade, it’s Dave Brown. Is it convenient to chat with you?”

After replying in the affirmative, he asked me if I had been to a new restaurant, which he was dying to try out. It also happened to be around the corner from where I lived. I had not been there yet and told him so. He then went on to say that his wife and daughter were away visiting her folks and asked if I would like to join him for dinner. I was about to make some lame excuse before he resumed, mentioning that as he had received a really great order from our other branch, due to my help, and as it was a, ‘thank you,’ business dinner. How could I say no?

At seven-thirty the following evening, he arrived at my cottage. We had a drink before leaving for dinner at eight-fifteen. I had only ever seen Dave in a suit and tie before and was amazed to see how hairy his arms and chest were, judging by the open top buttons and short sleeves of his casual shirt.

‘Yeah, he is hot, but just too old for me.’ I reasoned.

Our table was in one of the corners of the restaurant and once I had taken a seat, with my back to the wall, he moved in next to me, also facing away from the wall. The wine was great and our starters excellent. Every so often, however, his right leg would ‘accidently’ rub up against my left leg. As time passed Dave’s gaze also became more and more sensual as he regarded me. The entire scene was becoming awkward. Dave then ran his forefinger over the ring I was wearing on my left little finger, complimenting my jewellery. That’s when I began panicking.

Fixedly staring at me after our main courses had arrived, Dave asked, “If I offend you with what I am about to say, I apologize unreservedly, but I have a strong feeling that you might be gay.”

Without looking up I placed a forkful of food in my mouth and began chewing very slowly, playing for time. He followed suit. After swallowing my forkful of food, I lifted my wine glass and took a long and slow sip.

“I am, and… I’m kind of working things out right now,” I replied, in a staggered fashion.

My next forkful followed promptly. After a fairly long period of silence, we again began a general conversation. The main course was great and the dessert, excellent.

After dessert, I asked, “Was the incident in the far-east an anomaly?”

“No, I have always been bi-sexual,” he admitted, and then continued, “but seldom do the ‘man’ thing. However, every now and then when I meet the right person, I dive right in.”

Another lengthy pause followed before he resumed, “And, I would love to swim with you,” he replied, with a horny grin on his face.

My head was spinning. ‘What the fuck should I do?’ I thought.

Our short drive home after dinner was tumultuous for me and when we stopped at my cottage, he looked at me intently.

“If you’d rather not, I understand, but I would love to share your bed with you tonight.” I sat next to him for a minute or two, trembling and staring at the dashboard like an idiot.

“Would you like some coffee, Dave?” I finally asked, before we entered my cottage.

As I closed the door his arms enveloped me from behind. His hands caressed my body as his warm breath tickled my neck. His hungry lips then began to nibble on my neck and ears.

“Fuck the coffee, let’s go to your bedroom,” Dave whispered.

He had a wonderful body and looked like a cuddly bear once he had undressed. I couldn’t wait to be hugged by him.

“Do you have any massage ointment?” he asked.

“Tea tree oil,” I replied.

“Great, I love that smell,” Dave answered.

As I lay on the bed on my stomach, his hands began to work me like a baker kneading his favourite dough. His hands were strong, hot, and heavenly. His rubbing was skilful and sensual. After circling my back with his open hands he drew his powerful thumbs down my spine, up and down, round and round, over and over again. I convulsed with pleasure.

His massage technique was slightly rough but totally awesome. I kept groaning as he possessed me completely. I was under his spell and completely at his mercy. Moving his body off my butt and onto my thighs, his feverish hands now began to squeeze and grasp my butt cheeks harder and harder. It was as if he was about to tear my flesh off me and consume it in some or other demonic ritual. As my gasps became grunts, he tormented my pucker by pushing his thumbs into my hole and pulling my lips open.

Next, he commenced pouring oil down my yearning cavity. Moving his body onto me his throbbing cock pulsed in my crevice, signalling its imminent invasion. As his thick knob began to frantically scan my entryway, it felt like a large hare, desperate to enter its burrow.

I groaned as my legs were pushed apart, before Dave’s knees reared up and opened my crevice for his invasion. Dave’s entry was exacting, like a tomcat taking possession of his queen. I felt like a fish in the grip of an octopus’ tentacles as his enclosing body totally cocooned me. Dave’s rasping breath was hot as he drove into me solidly, prising me open more and more to feed his gratification. After his initial onslaught, Dave calmed down, subduing his attack.

Whispering in my ear he said, “I want this to last as long as possible.”

The same pleasure from his earlier massage now began to overwhelm me, as the stimulation from my back was transferred to my sphincter. I was finding my immobility more and more erotic as he sustained his grip on me. It was almost as if a divine retribution for my ‘over-thirty’ comment, was coming back to taunt me.

“Are you in heaven, baby?” he asked.

“Yesss… yesss… yesss,” I replied. I was given a reprieve from my oppression as he lifted up telling me to turn onto my back. After reinserting his dick into me he clamped onto my body once more.

As Dave again began spearing into me he whispered, “I can carry on like this for hours.”

Then sucking on my mouth an oral marathon got underway. Every few minutes his hips would stop, before again starting up after a brief respite. The kissing never ceased. On and on my confinement lasted as his knob thrust into my sheath of contentment. When Dave finally came, he glistened with perspiration as his heaving chest grunted with pleasure.

After our epic session, we were both totally exhausted.

Early the following morning, we again had a shorter session before he left at around nine. No words were necessary upon his departure as we were both aware of his domestic situation. I had really enjoyed our encounter, and in fact, it was the best sex I had ever had. I did, however, realize that I was in a dead-end.

Two weeks later when Dave called me again suggesting another hook-up, I declined the invitation. I did not want to become addicted to him and end up being a married man’s occasional convenience.

 Two months later, after I moved to a new job I never saw Dave again. Dave Brown, however, had cured my pathetic ageist misconceptions.