I'm sure my story will resonate with many older gay men. Back in the day, being queer was a taboo. I met a girl, got married, had kids, like most of my peers. For many years I knew I fancied some men, and would check them out on the beach, or even out shopping. It was a curious thing that a woman could compliment another woman on her looks, but men weren't supposed to compliment other men. One of the few things my wife and I argued about was football. I loved it and she had no interest whatsoever.
I had a work colleague, Jim, a few years younger than me. He was a confirmed bachelor, who lived alone in an apartment, I'd dropped him off a few times when his car was in the garage. I'd even stopped for coffee, but never anything else. I liked Jim, we had similar interests, including football. He was also good-looking, keeping himself fit by using a gym, unheard of back in the day.
England had an important international that I was desperate to see, and it was my wife who suggested I saw it at Jim's. "It will involve a few beers." "No worries, stay over, there's a good film on the other channel, I'll ask Jayne if she would like to watch it with me." So, the stage was set, Jim said he'd love the company, so, armed with beer and nibbles, I arrived before kick off. Although I knew my way, he showed me through to the small living room, and the two-seater settee, and went to fetch glasses.
The match started, and we squeezed onto the settee together, even though there was an armchair. We had a beer and did our own commentary on the football. Two more beers, and we both needed a piss. I went first, when he came back, I noticed his flies were undone. The game ended, with England winning 3-0. He turned my head toward him and kissed me. 42 years old, and I'd kissed my first man, and it felt great. He put his hand behind my head, and pulled me closer, this time our lips opened and the kiss was full on, tongues and everything. What shocked me even more, was that my dick responded in my tight Y-fronts, making it uncomfortable. He took my hand and guided it into his flies. He had no underwear, and I was met by an erect cock, another first, as I couldn't recall ever holding another man's penis, let alone an erect one, even when doing circle jerks at school. This seemed so right and what my body had been crying out for. With one another's knobs in our hands, we kissed, and kissed as a lifetime of frustration was lifted. Instinctively, we tossed each other. It took me about a minute to cum over his hand. I jerked him harder, and he followed suit. He licked the cum from our hands. I was feeling flushed and heady. We had another beer and relaxed. Jim said sorry, but I turned him on, and he'd been wanking over me for months. I suppose I was flattered, and kissed him again.
By now, it was late and I'd drunk too much to drive. He asked me to stay the night, but I had no PJs, toothbrush, or anything else. "Don't worry, I always sleep in the nude, and I don't mind if you do as well. I think he had planned it all along. We used the bathroom and retired.
I had to admit, it was lovely having someone to cuddle up with, My wife and I had given up on nocturnal sex years ago. In the morning, I woke with the usual morning wood, and went for a piss, used the shower, and found some mouthwash. Feeling refreshed, I slid in beside Jim again. He woke, gave me sleepy kiss, and went off to the bathroom himself, coming back with a semi. I hadn't even noticed the evening before, but his dick was considerably larger than mine, and I'm not small. He spooned in behind me, his cock growing and fitting nicely into my crack. He reached around and felt for my erection, and jerked it a little. Then I turned, we kissed, and said good morning. What he did next surprised me even more. He slid down the bed, sucking my nipples, then on down. He cupped my balls and gave me head. Something the wife thinks is disgusting, not that I've eaten a fanny for years. He wrapped his lips around my shaft, so I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations. I'd never felt anything like it, he was obviously very experienced, licking the shaft, running his tongue round the head, then deep throating me. He kept taking me to the brink, then backing off, before going again. After 20 minutes I exploded into his mouth. He came back up and he fed my babies back to me. I should have been repulsed, but it was all so natural. I felt obliged to repay the service. Yet another first. I didn't quite know what I was doing, but, with his encouragement, I quickly learnt, and brought him to orgasm, kissing him as he had to me.
We had breakfast and coffee, and reluctantly, I had to leave, promising this wouldn't be a one off. Back home, my wife was full of herself, I wondered if she'd had a similar experience with her friend, but that was none of my business.
Monday morning, and I met up with Jim at work. We winked at each other, but didn't say a word until lunchtime, when I thanked him for waking my gay side. Inside, I knew we would take it further, and I couldn't wait.
