In my teens and early twenties I was bisexual, but although gay sex had been legalised it was still frowned on and it was difficult to find gay men. This was well before the internet.
In my mid-twenties under pressure to conform and parental expectations I married and we raised a fine son. However, after nearly 40 years of happy-ish marriage and only a couple of one-nighters on my part I suddenly became a widower. After a few months I was missing sex so went online and dated, consecutively, a couple of ladies of my own age, mid-sixties. The sex was fine as both were eager to please but I found they always wanted to be taken to places and on holidays (with me paying). The wanted to change me, tidy my house and then they started talking about marriage which I’d always made clear was a no-no.
I was disillusioned with women so I looked at gay dating sites and after much time and soul-searching I got chatting to a gay guy, Hugh, my age, in the next town. After a bit of toing & froing we agreed to meet for coffee in the early afternoon. I drove over there with some trepidation and met him in a coffee shop. He was dressed smart-casual, about mid-height, quite slim with short grey hair. He had a lovely smile and was nothing like the camp queen I’d expected. We got on well together, talking about our lives and mutual interests. When it was time to go he asked if I’d like to come back to his flat. After dating women I thought this a bit early but as it couldn’t do any harm I agreed. We walked to his flat, only a few hundred yards away, and when we went in I was amazed by how smart it was with some lovely homo-erotic pictures on the wall.
We sat on the sofa talking and I noticed on the coffee table a small bowl of tablets, blue one side and yellow the other, which I recognised. Hugh caught me looking and said that the yellow ones worked fastest if I was interested and he took one himself. He offered me. I was a bit hesitant but he told me not to be silly as we were going through to the bedroom after we’d had a drink. I’d not expected this but didn’t want to appear dumb so I took one. He poured us drinks and as we chatted he rested his hand on my thigh and stroked it towards my crotch. Then abruptly he took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Again it was very smart with silk sheets on the big double bed. As soon as we were through the door Hugh put his arms round me and kissed me deeply to which I responded eagerly. After much of this we broke apart and he stripped off his clothes to reveal a lovely smooth, slim body. He climbed between the sheets and I quickly stripped and followed him. We kissed, cuddled and fondled each other and all my pleasant gay memories came back to me. I felt his lovely hard prick and cupped his smooth balls, slipping my hand under them to finger his pussy. He returned the favour then went under the sheets to suck my rampant prick. I was in heaven once more after so many years away. He then begged me to fuck him and lay on his back with a pillow under his buttocks. He lubed his pussy and my prick from a container on the bedside table and I quickly entered him in the missionary position, feeling how easy it was and how welcoming his sweet pussy was. I fucked him slow and deep, savouring every stroke as his muscles gripped me and his hips responded to my thrusts. We kissed as we fucked and we fondled each other’s bodies. It was quite wonderful. After a while I could hold off no longer and I came throbbing deep inside him. I collapsed on top of him then rolled off him and we cuddled and kissed again.
As we lay there I could feel that Hugh was still hard and I went down on him to suck him, no doubt inexpertly, but hoping to make him come. He then said that he wanted to fuck me. I’d not taken cock for many years but I didn’t want to appear ungrateful for his hospitality and fortunately his prick wasn’t very fat. I told him he’d have to be gentle as I’d not been fucked for a long time. He lay me on my back with the pillow under me as he had been then put loads of lube in my arse and on his prick. He then got on his knees between my legs and after careful probing with his finger he forced his prick into me. It hurt but felt wonderful at the same time. He pushed slowly, deeper into me until eventually he had his full length up me then he fucked me gently with slow strokes, leaning forward to kiss me sometimes. All my gay dreams came back to me as I now lived them for real. He fucked me like that for while then very suddenly he fucked me quickly for a couple of minutes and I felt his body stiffen as he shot his load into me. He collapsed on me this time then rolled off and lay quietly beside me.
We lay there talking for a while and both agreed that we had enjoyed the afternoon and would like to do it again. I now visit him every week, sometime twice and we make love in different positions. I know he has another man occasionally as he’s told me and asked if I’d like a threesome but I much prefer the intimacy with just the two of us. A few times I’ve had other men when I’ve been on holiday or Hugh was away but although pleasurable, I much prefer my familiar lover Hugh.