Late Bloomers stories

[betamale30]

I had my first man to man experience with an guy 10 or so more my senior in a bar in Denver. I had just turned 45 at the time. I stop in the lounge of a very well know Denver hotel around 7:00 pm. The bar was busy so I sat in the stool next to another gentleman. We started chatting about sports. After my third drink, he offered to buy.
I accepted his offer and then he switched the subject to sex. We chatted about a lot of sexual things and he then offered to go to his suite for more drinks. When we got there, he fixed me a drink and excused himself to freshen up. 15 minutes later he came out wearing a robe. As he sat down opposite me with his drink, his robe fell open exposing a very hard cock. He saw me staring and asked if I was bothered by his openness. I didn't know what to say because my own cock was getting hard.
He got up and came over to sit on the couch with me. The next thin I knew he was stoking my leg and my cock got harder. He was soon stoking it. The next think I knew he was on his knees taking my hard cock in his mouth. Did I cum. Of course I did.
Before the night was over, I was sucked off by a guy for the first time, I sucked a man off for the first time and I fucked a guy for the first time. It took six months, but I was a confirmed bi-sexual after that. In fact I have more sex with men than my spouse now.

I had a very similar experience my first time with a guy.. I was on a family reunion trip to the bahamas and everyone was tired after dinner and went to bed.. I was walking around hotel and found a bar and started watching yankee baseball game at the bar.. After about 10 mins this older man approached me and was just making small talk about sports.. We talked sports for a bit and then were just talking about our vacations, i had mentioned how expensive the drinks were and when i went to order my next drink he said "let me get that for you" i was so gullible looking back now.. We hung out for a few beers and then he was saying how he had this really nice suite with amazing view of the marina and asked if i wanted to come check It out and have 1 more drink before i called It a night.. I agreed he pulled the same exact move as your man & changed into his robe after excusing himself to go to the bathroom.. His moves obviously worked because within 15 mins of that i was giving my first ever blow job.. I was 33 at the time.

 

[sunshine9]

I had a very similar experience my first time with a guy.. I was on a family reunion trip to the bahamas and everyone was tired after dinner and went to bed.. I was walking around hotel and found a bar and started watching yankee baseball game at the bar.. After about 10 mins this older man approached me and was just making small talk about sports.. We talked sports for a bit and then were just talking about our vacations, i had mentioned how expensive the drinks were and when i went to order my next drink he said "let me get that for you" i was so gullible looking back now.. We hung out for a few beers and then he was saying how he had this really nice suite with amazing view of the marina and asked if i wanted to come check It out and have 1 more drink before i called It a night.. I agreed he pulled the same exact move as your man & changed into his robe after excusing himself to go to the bathroom.. His moves obviously worked because within 15 mins of that i was giving my first ever blow job.. I was 33 at the time.

Great stories we need to hear more like this.

 

[HomerSimpson123]

A Common Story, I Think

I clipped this from a story here on Lit that I ran across. The speaker is a guy at a bar looking at another:

I recognized him---I've met him a dozen times: he is 'Queen-for-a-Night.'

He is from a small town in a small state...married when he was 18 or 19 and now has teenage kids of his own...attends church every Sunday, but is not very religious...he has done his best to live by his strict up-bringing---he worked hard, settled down and married a nice girl (probably his high school sweetheart)---they had 3.2 children---and he provided them with everything he could on his middle class salary while suppressing his own wants and desires...and now, so many years later, he finds himself uninterested in sex with the wife, maybe even repulsed by the thought...the old impulses and demons return---he had successfully repelled and repressed feelings and urges he once had for men...and now he's thinking "I'm a thousand-miles from home and know absolutely no one in this town---what harm can it do? I may never get this chance again!" But he doesn't have the nerve, or know-how, to initiate a conversation with a strange man for such an elicit and immoral purpose.

I've seen it many times. Men living their entire lives in denial...so fearful of scorn and ridicule. They're the ones who laugh the loudest at 'fag jokes' and are the harshest accusers of anyone they suspect might have 'sugar in their pockets.'

Their single greatest fear in life is not war or poverty or terminal illness...no, they are deathly frightened someone might discover their secret and call them 'queer.'

 

[Jerseyshore]

I was a late bloomer, 45 when I started. Common story as wife isnt into sex anymore at all and my drive is strong as ever. Always been kinky and open minded.
Met a guy on CL a few years older than me and went back to his place. I was cleaned out and ready. We did some mutual oral and he stretched my hole with his fingers then he bent me over and really pounded me. Honestly he was a bit selfish as he didnt care if I got off or not, but the feeling of him in my ass was sublime.
Im 51 now and more of a verse bottom now but still love to get fucked and play when I get a chance, probably 5 or 6 times a year. Would probably turn into a slut if I were not still married.

Several years ago I had a good friend that was in a similar situation. He knew OI was gay and over the course a a year he began to ask me more and more questions about why I was gay and what it was like, and enventually what gay men did with each other. He is a very nice man and I was happy to chat with him.....it was also exciting for me to think of what it would be like to bring him out. Short version is that happened and while he is still married he meets men and enjoys them very much.

 

[Jerseyshore]

I clipped this from a story here on Lit that I ran across. The speaker is a guy at a bar looking at another:

I recognized him---I've met him a dozen times: he is 'Queen-for-a-Night.'

He is from a small town in a small state...married when he was 18 or 19 and now has teenage kids of his own...attends church every Sunday, but is not very religious...he has done his best to live by his strict up-bringing---he worked hard, settled down and married a nice girl (probably his high school sweetheart)---they had 3.2 children---and he provided them with everything he could on his middle class salary while suppressing his own wants and desires...and now, so many years later, he finds himself uninterested in sex with the wife, maybe even repulsed by the thought...the old impulses and demons return---he had successfully repelled and repressed feelings and urges he once had for men...and now he's thinking "I'm a thousand-miles from home and know absolutely no one in this town---what harm can it do? I may never get this chance again!" But he doesn't have the nerve, or know-how, to initiate a conversation with a strange man for such an elicit and immoral purpose.

I've seen it many times. Men living their entire lives in denial...so fearful of scorn and ridicule. They're the ones who laugh the loudest at 'fag jokes' and are the harshest accusers of anyone they suspect might have 'sugar in their pockets.'

Their single greatest fear in life is not war or poverty or terminal illness...no, they are deathly frightened someone might discover their secret and call them 'queer.'

Quite true. When I was younger I whored a bit and met several men in that situation. Their guilt, especially afterwards, could be so very sad. In most cases I accepted this and just went on, but in a few cases I learned about their lives and listened to their stories. In some caes they had these feelings for many years, were married with families, and finally had an opportunity to exercise their desires. I was pretty young myself and was in no way a great counselor, so I just learned to listen and let them tell their tales. This was in the early days off Gay Liberation, and the thought of being found out was terrifying. It encouraged me to become open about my sexuality.