In my early forties when I played with men, I usually only liked to be sucked and oral reciprocation was not part of my sexual experience. Just to lie naked next to a man with my eyes closed and kiss him deep and fondle his cock and balls brings great excitement and pleasure to my chosen sex partner and me. I love the hardness, -the mushroom head-a pair of full balls that I roll in my fingers feels like large erotic beads and I desire a firm ass that I can squeeze like loaves of homemade fresh bread. But in my senior years, I have become more and more attracted to men. But don't all of us consider ourselves different in one way or another?įor the majority of my years, even though I had married and had a beautiful daughter, I have always considered myself a bi-sexual man-a keen attraction for both men and women. Most of my life I have known I was different. That's not too bad for a guy of sixty-five. Not only was I restless, but also my cock was stirring in my briefs. As I have grown older, the nights have left me more restless. It was one of those early spring mornings that I couldn't sleep.
