Lost after I was downsized I found work in retail and in food service, a far cry from being a corporate sales manager for a manufacturing company. I was told by more than one person that a 68 year old sales manager was not going to be hired. I went from job to job and ended up at Home Depot selling lighting. By then I had gone through my savings and was out of my house and renting an apartment on the not so good part of town. I worked part time, I don't think anyone really worked full time.

I started drinking, first a little bit here and there, going to lunch when my shift started late or to dinner when my shift was during the day, ordering a beer and then two beers. I became a fixture at this small bar and grill and the bartender stopped asking me what I wanted, he just served it up. Another man sat next to me at the bar and started a conversation and bought me a beer. Soon his hand was on my thigh inviting me to go sit at a table. The bartender called me back to the bar, he knew my name and told me that guy was an undercover cop and he was setting me up, he busted lots of gay guys that way.

I wasn't gay, but it didn't matter I had to leave and find another place to go get dinner or lunch and a beer. I landed at a Mexican joint, Tio Pepe's and started drinking Margaritas. I went through my meager wages and got behind on my rent. One night at Tio Pepe's a man came and sat in a booth and ordered dinner. I watched him from the bar, he looked like he was driving through. I got up and went to his table and asked if I could sit down and ordered a la carte. We talked, he was a talkative guy and sure he was driving though on his way to Panama City. He was staying at the Super 8 and he asked me to come over. I went and when I was in the room I said I needed fifty bucks.

For fifty bucks I sucked him off. He wanted to roll around and he wanted to leave his mark. In that one night I sucked off a guy and let him fuck me, all for fifty bucks. That's how I got started, hanging out at diners and restaurants by the highway, the Holiday Inn bar and making eye contact and easy on the conversation and I got several men to pay for some company for the night. I actually enjoyed it, the more I did it the more I liked it and I particularly liked getting on all fours and getting fucked. It felt good, I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the whole thing.

One afternoon selling some track lights to a customer we agreed on meeting up after work and ended up at his apartment and this time it was out and out sex, which ended up with him fucking me. But by then I had given him a blow job, had a hot shower with him, let him finger me and pinched his nipples while he kissed me. I didn't go home that night, I stayed with him. We became friends with benefits, we had sex regularly and got to know each other and I stopped hanging out by the highway. I looked forward to seeing him, to sucking him off, to letting him get me in the mood and fuck me. He liked that and so did I. I guess he was a natural top and I was a natural bottom and we fit like hand and glove.

Maybe all along I had this gay streak in me, who knows but it didn't show up until I found myself in desperate straights. My new friend had me move in and that solved my rent situation and my drinking was more social, no more drinking alone. I work my job, do the best I can on my shifts, and go home to my new roommate and give him whatever he wants. I'm easy, because I like it all.