I worked for Band X all my career and got to the end of the rope and was let go as I approached 65. The severance package was generous but the loss of the job was not. I went into a deep depression. I started out with I will travel, but of course alone that is not fun. My son has been my burden since his teens, he dropped out of high school, has been in prison for dealing drugs, he is out on probation working at a warehouse. He is not a person you want to spend any time with. Very sad really, his behavior cost me my marriage.
I took a couple of courses at the community college but just could not get into them. In the public restroom I was approached by an obviously homeless man who offered to give me a blow job for ten bucks. We went into a stall and he sucked me for a minute and asked for the ten bucks and left. That incident didn't help my depression. I got a part time job working at the county library restocking books. Boring and of course you can't talk to anyone. There was this one man that came in every afternoon and worked on one of the computers. He brought his flash drive and type away. One day I asked him what he was working on and he said he was writing a novel to pass the time away.
He wouldn't let me read what he was writing but after several days he agreed to meet me at Starbucks for a coffee. Like me he is retired, like me he is bored, like me he can live but he really can't do anything. He writes a nonsense novel and I restock books at the library. We got to be library friends and from time to time we had a coffee. In one of those coffees I told him about the incident with the homeless guy, maybe he could work something like that into his novel. We talked and he said that maybe I liked it, having the homeless man suck me for a minute, maybe it was an unfulfilled desire. He looked at me and offered to suck me, he said he would very much like to do that and he promised he wouldn't charge me ten bucks and it wouldn't be for a minute, to him it was an art.
Well, at his apartment which was a short bus ride away from the library he fulfilled his promise. He told me he was gay and had always been gay and it was a pleasure to introduce me to a more liberal way of thinking. That day he sucked me to completion, like he said it is an art. I hadn't had an ejaculation with another human being in a very long time, I was surprised at how quickly I responded to him and how good it felt to have a warm set of lips and a warm hand on me. He offered to help me get over some of my hang ups, he would like it if I gave him a blow job, sort of tit for tat. It was awkward but once I got started it was easier and strangely erotic, he coached me and he helped with his hand, coaching me on how to help the process along with your hand, and he had an ejaculation too.
Well this became a thing to do, the more I sucked him the more I liked it, the more he sucked me the more I liked it, and it wasn't long before we were across from each other on the bed sucking cock. He read passages to me from the book he was writing, it was about gay men and it had many passages of gay sex, I had never known that gay men play with nipples or that gay men are sensual kissers. I learned how gay men have sex, I learned to have gay sex, at first quite a difficult thing to let happen, but after several times a desire to let it happen. The more we did the more I liked it and just as he said I lost many of my inhibitions and we became lovers.
I felt bad because I wasn't gay, I was just having gay sex. He was gay and he confessed his feelings to me, feelings that I could not reciprocate, I was having sex, pleasurable gay sex, but I didn't have feelings for him. So he had feelings, and I had sex, lots of sex. What I did have was a need to spend time with him and we enjoyed outside activities together, we took a couple of long weekend driving trips, we had the pleasure of having sex in bed and breakfasts where the idea of two retired men sharing a room gave the owners something to think about. We also went to bed and breakfasts owned by gay couples and he introduced me to their kind of living. Around town I met more and more gay people, both men and women and the more I got involved the more I enjoyed it when we had sex, sure he was an artist when it came to sex, I was an intern but what I didn't know I made up for with enthusiasm. I am at the point of truly enjoying sucking his cock and truly enjoying having him have sex with me. He is close friend, that is as far as my feelings go right now, and I continue to enjoy the sex.
Our town had a mini Gay Pride event, mini because it was quite small but we were there, just a bunch of gay men and women hanging out at this outdoor bar.