Woe is me. Things turned bad in my early fifties. I worked for a bank and lost my job of twenty some years. Getting another job was impossible and I ended up taking a job working as suit salesman in the mall with the much lower pay. My wife of thirty years decided that she couldn’t live that way and we divorced and kept the house, I rented a small apartment close to work.
At the mall, I made friends, lunch friends with a professional salesman that worked for a jewelry store. A man in his late fifties. Always dressed real well, wore a nice watch, a gold pinky ring. He was not the type to get sun, he was the type that listened to classical music at home. And he liked men, and he perceived that I needed a friend. Or maybe I was his type. Being pressed with his hands on my face as he kissed me, having his hand reach for my crotch, having my hand placed on his crotch, pants off, shirt off, being walked to the bedroom, to be offered to sit on the bed, where he kissed me and introduced me to giving a man head. I did it all, I wanted to so bad, I submitted if that is the word, I fell back and let him get over me and get me aroused to the point of both permitting oral sex and giving oral sex.
The evening came to a close after he pushed himself on me and completed ‘the act’. I lost my anal virginity at 53.
Don’t ask me to explain, I don’t know why. I’ve been to his apartment many times, gone with him to the symphony. I lay back and don’t resist. All I want is for him to take me on a trip I never thought I would go.
