He set himself up in an apartment in a neighbouring town, all on his own. He told his wife some months later and moved out. He’d been married for over 20 years and the thought of leaving his wife and disrupting his family, appeared to be too much. He looked old and weighed down by his troubles and emotions. I met him a few times and we had deep conversations. During one of our long conversations, he told me that he came out to his friend as gay, and in some weird way I’m not sure if it was to prove to his friend that he was indeed gay, ended up giving him a blow job. He was stuck in a marriage that, despite loving his wife, he knew now that he was gay, and I think he was searching for someone to confide in. Funnily enough, I am nearer to his sons’ ages than his.
There was something like a 14 year age gap between us (he was older than me, obviously). I knew when I started chatting to him on the big G that he was married and he had two sons. We went for a walk along a river in a desolate and deserted part of the county, famed in the area for the wetlands that attracted a wide variety of birds and therefore the twitchers that watched them. He was the first man that I physically met after chatting to him on Grindr. We’ve messaged a few times over the years, but we’ve never met again. I was polite, and I walked back down to my car, satisfied that I’d crossed the hook up line. I rarely hang around afterwards, and on this occasion I was pulling my pants up and walking out the bedroom door as he was still wiping himself down (he was a sweater). He manoeuvred me in to a variety of positions, slide inside me, until finally I felt his pace quicken and he shot his load. Still holding the headboard, I felt him slide inside me and he moved with a rhythmic thrust. For the first time in a long while, I felt horny, as a result of someone else, and it was great.Īfter a good while eating my hole, he fucked me. He got me up on to my knees, my hands holding the somewhat masculine wood and metal headboard of the bed, parted my cheeks and delved his tongue deep inside. He became like an animal he couldn’t get enough of it. His beard was soft, but boy did he love eating my arse. He went straight in to eat my tight hole. Laying, now naked on my back, my cock rock hard and already dripping with precum, he grabbed my feet and pushed my knees to my chest. He pulled me up and pushed me on to the bed, and slid down my CKs. He undressed down to his underwear, and I dropped to my knees to begin mouthing his cock through his tight boxers. His hands were all over my arse, and I remember him grabbing at my belt as he hurried to get me out of my trousers. Our lips connected and he pulled me close. I walked in to his bedroom and he closed the door behind me. He led me upstairs to his room, where he had lit a scented candle to soften the mood and remove the teenage boy smell from his room. He was shorter than I thought, and it looked like he, or his Mother, was a hoarder. He opened the door, and right from the word go, things were not what I was expecting. We exchanged some pics, and 30 minutes later, I was parking up outside the Recruiter’s house. When pushed, I expanded – I’m a bottom looking for some NSF. My monosyllabic response (the type that I have come to hate receiving) was simply “fun”. It was one Sunday afternoon when this 20-something ‘power top’ popped up on the big G asking me what I was looking for.