Finding a friend in retirement one that likes to do things

I want all this off my chest. My wife of forty years is into her own thing, not me. She spends money, that's how she stays busy. I had a nice girl that I spent time with, but there is no future for her so she moved on to some worthless twit of a boyfriend. Finding someone in my age group is harder than you think, men just don't hang out together. We have to do things. I'm not into hunting.

I met Dale one day sitting at the mall while my wife was spending money. He complained of the same thing, one thing in common. Like me he had spent his life in the salt mines as an accountant, I was a treasury guy, but we shared that as well. We talked and found that we sort of liked they same teams and felt the same way politically. But all that was normal where we lived, neighborhoods are made up of people with very similar interests and backgrounds.

We agreed to get up and go get some coffee at Starbucks. I don't know why, because it was a new feeling. While we were sitting outside of Starbucks I was asking myself in my brain, would I kiss him. Like get our lips wet and kiss. His hand was soft when he touched me, his fingernails manicured. The white hair on his arms, but I could tell there was some active life there. He was a golfer, sadly I am not. But I kept asking myself, would I kiss him. I wonder if his dick is circumcised. I was guessing yes, I would never have anything do with one of those European dicks. I could kiss his dick. I was fantasizing while sitting there.

He made the move. He said that the Steelers were playing, if I wanted to come over and watch the game. His wife was going out that afternoon we could have the house to ourselves. I went over later that afternoon. He lived in a nice house and his set up for the game was amazing, what money can do for a man's hobby.

We got a beer and some snacks and took our place and he put the pregame show on. We talked and the subject moved over to something, did I have a problem with gay guys. Just asking. You mean men that have sex with men? Yeah, cock suckers. No, I thought that, I said no. You want to watch a little TV, and he switched the channel from the pregame, to a video of two older men kissing, switching, going down and sucking each other, rubbing their bodies together. How about it, let's get in the hot tub. It was a voice in the fog.

We went outside, the hot tub is well hidden from the neighbors, and he stripped down to nothing, his dick beautifully circumcised. I got naked slowly, a bit ashamed that I had a few pounds around the middle. He swam over to me, and put his head under water and sucked my dick. Soon he had me sitting on the edge while he sucked me for real. He told me several times how much he liked sucking a man's dick. He wasn't into sissys or faggots. Real men, who are cock suckers.

I found myself, well I followed him, into his bedroom and we were naked and we were kissing, long wet kisses, holding his dick in my hand and he was stroking me. I went down, and put his dick in my mouth and it was electric. I sucked him for a while, we went back to kissing and he went down and worked my dick until I had an ejaculation. He licked it up with his fingers. But he was hard and he wanted more and asked me if I was game, he went and got some lube and a condom and lubed me up which felt amazing, he put on the condom and I let him fulfill his drive to dominate me. There's a reason gay men exist, if just for a moment having a dick in your ass, it's worth it.

We don't hang out to do nothing. He has me on his foursome playing golf and taking lessons. He has his hot tub thing, loves to get naked. His wife is a spender and she can be convinced to take the weekend off and go to the Galleria. My wife, she has her sister, and they go out and use the credit cards, and we get together in the hot tub. I'm definitely a cock sucker now. He's the boss type and the pleaser.

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