I was in my mid 40's and extremely frustrated by the involuntary celibacy my then wife forced upon me. I was a good husband with a good job, a good father - and forced to jerk off like an adolescent n the down stairs bathroom after everyone was asleep. It made me bitter and angry.
I was working for a firm that employed a number of younger bored women, most of them married, that were into a little excitement and hinted about their availability. I took advantage of the willingness of three of them but soon discovered that that was perilous - there were jealousies, emotional entanglements, a near discovery and one, the hottest and most evil of the three,made a sexual harassment claim about me when I discovered I wasn't the only guy she was fooling around with. I learned my lesson and decided it was best not to fuck around with co-workers.
When you get frustrated enough, your mind opens and considers new possibilities. I was watching a lot of porn and allowed myself to watch briefly m2m oral encounters I 'accidentally" stumbled upon. It took me a while to accept the fact that I was turned on by it, a longer than that to intentionally seek out videos of guys casually sucking each other off without any type of romance - just pure no strings exchange of hedonistic pleasure. The idea of finding another guy in the same situation and discreetly and willingly giving each other what we both wanted without negotiation, expensive dinners or waiting for a birthday to come around.
There had to be lots of guys around in the same situation and who shared the same curiosity. I decided that if an opportunity ever arose, I would go for it. However, before too long I concluded that if I wanted to experience it outside the realm of fantasy, I would have to take a chance and create my own opportunity - otherwise I would spend the rest of my life wondering what it was like.
Long story short, I posted an honest ad on CL, waded through scores of responses I rejected out of hand, and found what seemed like the perfect candidate and, as it turned it, he was. Our encounter was intense, inept on my part, and ended with no regrets.