midlifebear
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I had a guy in my life who wasn't friend. We never socialized. Sometimes we'd drive up PCH1 and find nude beach to fuck on all day. But I never spent the night at his place and he never spent the night at mine. He was married and was "sticking with it" until his only child turned 18 and moved out of the house. However, sexually we just clicked. It was great, even though we hooked up about once every two months. Even my lover at the time approved once I dragged him into a three-way with they guy. He understood and was a bit envious, but not jealous.
One day I went to see a bad Liz Taylor film at a legitimate cinema and there was my doorbell trade fuck with his wife standing right in front of us. Of course, we did not acknowledge one another. And I was surprised to see how mousey and grandma-like his wife was. He made a living working for California's favorite electric power company as a lineman, climbing power lines and doing lots of butch stuff. So, you can imagine the build on this guy. He wasn't the most handsome face in the litter, but he was as masculine as they come, and that's how I like 'em.
After 10 years or so I ran into him at a gay bar where I was working. He had a GYMB (great young male beauty) hanging onto him. He'd recently divorced and this pretty young (and hung) blonde about the same age as his own 18 year-old son was his first serious same sex relationship. And the GYMB wasn't too pleased to find out about me. We didn't see each other for a couple of years. One day I found him at the tubs and dragged him off with me. He loved my cock and he wasn't anything to throw back, himself. I gave him a full body massage, turning him over on his back and taking my time. I greased up his dick with clots of good old Vaseline and sat down on him, sliding his cock back and forth between my butt cheeks. Obviously, we still "clicked" and without even thinking about it I had his cock up my ass so deep that he received without question one of the best fucks of his life. And I'm usually the top. Go figure.
After I'd made him shoot for the third time (never dismounted) we had the usual "pillow" talk. His wife had taken him for everything. He was broken hearted over losing his boy toy. Wanted another one real bad. And he was basically starting over as a bi male with a penchant for getting fucked at 45 years old. Quite the daddy. I invited him over for several group gropes hoping he'd run into someone he might match up with. Not once during the time we knew each other did we ever consider hooking up as a couple. We both recognized that our attraction for each other was something special that we didn't want to mess up. We NEVER had a bad time with one another. I can still jack off in less than a minute just thinking of fucking him or him fucking me. He was one of the few men I've known who knew what he was doing and where all the buttons were located.
Eventually, he remarried. I remember thinking, "Poor bastard. If he could just meet the right guy." But I didn't know as much as I know now. His second marriage lasted until he succumbed to AIDS in the late 1980s. His wife never contracted the virus. But when you got right down to it, it didn't matter if he was with a man or a woman. He just loved to fuck and be fucked; especially the latter. I'm quite certain the fact I never demanded anything of him was a reason we had such a great "booty call" relationship. I had plenty of men who weren't part of my social circle who would show up at my door to get fucked senseless and then disappear for a couple of weeks. In many ways, they were better relationships that the ones I became involved in over the years and had to "work at." But my bi sexual fuck buddy was a person (remember, I never said we were friends) for whom I'm grateful for having known in my lifetime. If he were alive today he'd be in his late 70s and I'd still have no problem getting down, dirty, and nasty with him. He was good. Fortunately, I was sensible and never turned him down. There are only so many days in a life and the more of them spent making passionate nasty to the core love, the better.
Sorry for high jacking the thread. But that's how I've handled bisexual relationships and also being bisexual, which I decided I no longer was when I turned 50. I much prefer men, their cocks, their smell, and their bodies to those of even luscious and beautiful 20-something gorgeous pussy. And there's plenty of it around me if I want it. I don't. But I'll go shopping for shoes with them. LOL!
One day I went to see a bad Liz Taylor film at a legitimate cinema and there was my doorbell trade fuck with his wife standing right in front of us. Of course, we did not acknowledge one another. And I was surprised to see how mousey and grandma-like his wife was. He made a living working for California's favorite electric power company as a lineman, climbing power lines and doing lots of butch stuff. So, you can imagine the build on this guy. He wasn't the most handsome face in the litter, but he was as masculine as they come, and that's how I like 'em.
After 10 years or so I ran into him at a gay bar where I was working. He had a GYMB (great young male beauty) hanging onto him. He'd recently divorced and this pretty young (and hung) blonde about the same age as his own 18 year-old son was his first serious same sex relationship. And the GYMB wasn't too pleased to find out about me. We didn't see each other for a couple of years. One day I found him at the tubs and dragged him off with me. He loved my cock and he wasn't anything to throw back, himself. I gave him a full body massage, turning him over on his back and taking my time. I greased up his dick with clots of good old Vaseline and sat down on him, sliding his cock back and forth between my butt cheeks. Obviously, we still "clicked" and without even thinking about it I had his cock up my ass so deep that he received without question one of the best fucks of his life. And I'm usually the top. Go figure.
After I'd made him shoot for the third time (never dismounted) we had the usual "pillow" talk. His wife had taken him for everything. He was broken hearted over losing his boy toy. Wanted another one real bad. And he was basically starting over as a bi male with a penchant for getting fucked at 45 years old. Quite the daddy. I invited him over for several group gropes hoping he'd run into someone he might match up with. Not once during the time we knew each other did we ever consider hooking up as a couple. We both recognized that our attraction for each other was something special that we didn't want to mess up. We NEVER had a bad time with one another. I can still jack off in less than a minute just thinking of fucking him or him fucking me. He was one of the few men I've known who knew what he was doing and where all the buttons were located.
Eventually, he remarried. I remember thinking, "Poor bastard. If he could just meet the right guy." But I didn't know as much as I know now. His second marriage lasted until he succumbed to AIDS in the late 1980s. His wife never contracted the virus. But when you got right down to it, it didn't matter if he was with a man or a woman. He just loved to fuck and be fucked; especially the latter. I'm quite certain the fact I never demanded anything of him was a reason we had such a great "booty call" relationship. I had plenty of men who weren't part of my social circle who would show up at my door to get fucked senseless and then disappear for a couple of weeks. In many ways, they were better relationships that the ones I became involved in over the years and had to "work at." But my bi sexual fuck buddy was a person (remember, I never said we were friends) for whom I'm grateful for having known in my lifetime. If he were alive today he'd be in his late 70s and I'd still have no problem getting down, dirty, and nasty with him. He was good. Fortunately, I was sensible and never turned him down. There are only so many days in a life and the more of them spent making passionate nasty to the core love, the better.
Sorry for high jacking the thread. But that's how I've handled bisexual relationships and also being bisexual, which I decided I no longer was when I turned 50. I much prefer men, their cocks, their smell, and their bodies to those of even luscious and beautiful 20-something gorgeous pussy. And there's plenty of it around me if I want it. I don't. But I'll go shopping for shoes with them. LOL!