I’m a 70 year old white male widower living alone. As far back as I can remember I’ve always been sexual..Mostly situational. What I mean buy that is I had sex at a very young age.It was a natural thing.Sex seems to find me in the most unexpected places.You know the old saying “if it feels good do it. Well I’ve lived my life with few regrets,If it feels good I do it (usually in secret,sometimes taboo) As a boy before puberty I used to play with the older boys dicks.It was something I did for access to their tree houses,forts etc.To be accepted.As old as I am I remember their dicks,Can’t remember faces but I remember my little hand many times not reaching around their girth. Yum That droplet of clear that dribbled out the pee hole that usually turned into squirting gobs of sperm and how if you stopped stroking it at that right moment of time it put me in control.They gave me their allowances..I liked the salty sweet taste as their dicks drooled.Fascinated by the of ropes of cum they squirted way up in the air…I’m not sure how it happened exactly,maybe because of trauma I forgot.What I do remember is my father beating me naked with his belt screaming “no son of mine is going to be a faggot.He was a cruel German alcoholic..He damn near killed me,but I was saved by his sister who fought him to stop the beating..I would go to live with her and husband as their farm slave in the middle of no where.I still have the physical scars on my ass and backs of my legs after all these years as well as mental scars. I truly hated him,never got over it,didn’t cry at his funeral. lol all the farm did was provide other kinds of sexual activities as I went through puberty. I spied on my aunt,listened to them fucking at night,used to jack off sniffing her panties while listening. I should write a book..Could be that writing,sharing is healing..
