1. Stars


    Date: 9/5/2015, Categories: Anal, Gay Male, Taboo, Author: malesub01, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I wondered to myself whether it would ever happen. My mind had been open to it for some time now, which it hadn’t been in my youth. In my early 50’s now, still athletically fit, offbeat handsome (so I’ve been told - who knows what the fuck that means), and mostly straight, but quietly willing to bend into the right circumstances, or for the right person. The willingness to bend part is much more recent. But the catch for me seems to be: When and how would the details, this right person, right time and/or place come together for this new desire’s door to swing open, welcoming in a deeply-craved sexual adventure? Once I opened to the hunger, and dropped the shame part of it, it was always about the right configuration and guy, the latter being the more important issue. In the arts, I’ve met my fair share of both extremes: the macho posers, hiding what, I’m not sure, but they are never the possibles; nor are the boys who needed to act uber-girlish in every way to feel a part of the gayer world. For my tastes, I needed someone in the middle, perhaps a little like myself, but different. And I wasn’t meeting him anywhere. I used to joke to myself that if I could create a clone, I’d have been sucking cock and fucking man-ass for the last few years at least. What I imagined in reality was another guy with a similar curiosity, sensitive but masculine; mostly straight or recently “bi”; just someone daring to open himself to pleasure from another man for the sake of the pleasure and ...
    for sampling a new flavor of intimacy. Not to join a club or adapt a new sexual support group. I thought that I’d most likely find him as a part of a steady or married couple, a guy who had been encouraged to open to his other sensibilities by a smart, patient woman longing to be a part of a bisexual mash-up. But no couples had offered to open their doors to me as of yet. I have never lost hope, but often wondered if and when those stars would ever align at last. The longer they took, the more I’ve wanted to make them align. ** I had volunteered to host the closing night party of a successful theatrical production I was an integral part of in town. Cast and crew and friends all attended. Food and drink flowed aplenty, fun and song and silliness ensued. Then came the tearful goodbyes of the bonded masses, since the gig was over and the temporary f****y was disbanding. As always, into the wee hours hung a few stragglers, most of whom I knew. As those final few gathered their asses and belongings together to leave, a thunderstorm hit and it hurried the group along. One young man from the cast that I knew only a little, was on his phone, madly calling and texting a friend… one who clearly had left without him. He was stranded. I had happily offered my couch and other sl**ping areas to anyone too inebriated to drive, but the last few folks left, offering regrets that they couldn’t take this young man home, since they were headed the opposite direction. I said to the final party-er, ...
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