Golfing friend

At 61, the company I had worked at for over 30 years got bought and they closed the local store. I reluctantly accepted retirement over moving just to get a couple more years in. Staying home all day with my wife quickly became unbearable. I do some volunteer work but that still left me with quite a bit of idle time. I started chatting online with a guy who lived not too far away. It was a sexual chat room and I have to admit that the conversation often involved homosexual contact. I was curious. My wife had basically lost all sexual desire. I had actually pursued an opportunity with a woman who is a widowed friend of my wife, however, she wanted more from me than I could give her and she did not respect boundaries. She still wants to have sex with me again, however, I did not want the hassle that would accompany an affair with her. I tried chatting with other women but that went nowhere. I expected a sexual release with another man would be more discrete.

My new friend is an avid golfer, something that I had only tired a few times. He has an indoor golf simulator in his barn. He invited me over to practice with him in his barn. He lives only about 25 minutes away and I accepted. We were in the barn and after learning how to play golf on the simulator, the conversation turned to what we had been chatting with online. Initially, I was quite nervous actually talking about having sex with him face to face. It suddenly became a real possibility not just a fantasy. It is so much easier to be bold when you are essentially anonymous online. Although I was expecting it, I was still a little shocked when he asked me to suck his cock. I asked about his wife walking in on us. He explained that his wife was wheelchair bound and could not even come to the barn. I know I didn't say yes, but he locked the door and I got on my knees. His cock was much bigger than mine and I took him in my mouth. I had never given head before, but being a man, I didn't need any instruction and just did to him what I enjoyed. He obviously enjoyed it because it didn't take long for him to ejaculate in my mouth. Being in the barn, I didn't really have a place to spit what he had given me and I swallowed. We didn't talk much afterwards and I left right away.

For the next few month's, about once a week, I would go to his barn, play a quick nine holes of golf and give him a blowjob. It was very discrete and I enjoyed our encounters. It was so nice to have a sexual release without any emotional encumbrances. He has a bit of a playful side and asked me to start dressing for him. On one of our encounter's he gave me a fishnet body stocking and asked to wear it the next time we played. It felt strange wearing it under my shirt and jeans as I left the house. My wife had no idea, that I was wearing it. It even stranger to be wearing it as I played golf and let him touch me. Gradually he was grooming me to be more submissive. I knew where this was going and I have to admit that I was curious about doing more.

I remember the day of my first time. It was a Tuesday and my wife had her monthly group lunch meeting. I had went online and learned how to give myself an enema. I wore the fish net outfit and we only played two holes of golf before I informed him of my willingness to fully give myself to him. We initially used a condom but it broke and we decided to continue without it. Everything I had read said that it would be painful at first, but it wasn't. Perhaps a little when he first penetrated me, but it quickly went away. I only felt a bit of a fullness and that wasn't so bad. Realistically it was probably only about three minutes and he released inside me. Oddly what I remember the most was putting my jeans in the washer before my wife got home so that she would not see that they were smelly and wet in the back when I got home.

It's been about two years now and we still meet often. Not as much as we used to. He still occasionally purchases me some sexy outfit to wear. I really don't think I look good in them but they turn him on. He wants me to start shaving my body hair. I do some trimming, but even that is hard to explain to my wife.

Only once have we been interrupted. He stores a boat for a friend of his in his barn and they guy showed up unexpectedly. Fortunately, we heard him back up to the door. I didn't have time to get dressed but I was able to hide behind a tool bench until he left. It was strange sitting on the cold floor of the barn in a pair of black crotchless pantyhose and a bra.

I am now about to turn 64. I realize that it has been three years since I have had sex with my wife. If I were honest, I cannot even say that I am bisexual. I am gay.

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