Here is another real story.  A bit about me.  5’11’’, 165-175 pounds, short chestnut hair.  Really, 60 years old and I get asked by lovers to prove it as I look 45.  7” dick, thick, thick cummer.  If we meet and I’m returning from the bathroom topless and in cutoffs of jock strap, well…

I ideal guy, the kind I am attracted to are about 5’11’’. Minimal body hair, maybe what is called a swimmer body, maybe twink.  Nice cock.

Dave was a guy who was my waiter at Outback and I’d say he hit the buttons.  And I’d say he was flirting.  I was between GFs and already enjoyed cock so I asked him when he got off and I left then came back at closing time, went to his place, I stripped in his bathroom and found a soiled jock strap and walked out.  I made it very clear.  Well, we had fun!

Dave was, as he said, gay and I was bi.  We had no problem.  And I suppose we went on dates.  And I was okay being French kissed behind doors.  I met his friends who were gay and bi.  I would say we ‘dated’ for 6 months but mostly it was sex based.

I loved being on my back and giving up my mouth and throat to him and swallowing.  Then a cum kiss.  And I loved getting on all fours for an ass pounding.  I’d say he was 8 inches but not as thick as me.

Some of the things I was introduced to were unknown to me.  One was grinding.  We’d both start soft and be face to face and rub our shaven cocks together with some oil and edge each other.  When one of us would nut the other would take the load in the mouth and chest resulting in a nice oral cleanup.  

Then there was docking.  I enjoyed it and when he introduced a stainless steel rod I hesitated but he was slow and gentle.  He inserted the rod into my urethra, felt good, then while standing he inserted himself.  We slowly touched, kissed.  Very erotic.  

The best was a forced orgasm.  Dave told me one night after round one and a whiskey and coke (our sex sessions would go off and on all night) that he wanted to milk me.  I knew nothing and he just asked me to trust him.  I laid on my back nude and my hands and feet got comfy cuffs but I could not escape.  He licked my exposed anus, then lubed me up.  

Then he got one, two four fingers in, my ass meeting his gentle thrust.  I was enjoying it.  My cock would get a little mouth action.  My ass was being pumped.  “Dave, go deeper…” and he did.  “Greg, I’m going to milk you” and proceeded to stroke my prostate.  And what happened was a near continual orgasm directed to a glass.  Dave did nothing with his mouth.  It seemed liked 10 minutes,  He’d slow down, drain my my balls then start up.  My cock was not a raging hadron.  My body wet with sweat.

He released me and kissed me.  “Good boy” he said then pulled me to the kitchen.  He took my seed, there was a lot, and poured it into a blender.  He went to the fridge and took out his own seed that he saved from jacking off and added it to the blender.

And he got Pina Colada mixer and made a fragrant and frothy pair of cum drinks.  I was turned on.  We drank the funky drinks which were delicious.  Both of us nude, shaved cocks growing.  I thanked him and it was going to be a long night.  We went to bed and woke around midnight.  

I’d be open to a similar relationship with a guy, really.

Dave and I parted ways when I took a job in another state.  Interestingly, I did tell Ruth, we were then not an item as she got married, and she creamed her panties when I told her I was officially bi.  

I do tell my potential GFs that I’m bi around date #2 and a few reject me and the surprise is the others are intrigued.  And they ask and want to know details and if I had a BF.  I’d love to have a BF.  Really.  If you’re reading this, really.  I love to cum.  Really.