Slowly, ever so slowly I crawled into bed, exhausted from what others might consider a perverse sexual adventure.
As an older guy who's wife lost interest in sex many years ago I asked for and was given permission to seek and enjoy sexual pleasure outside of marriage. The compact allows me to do whatever I want with whom ever I want. I agreed never to discuss what I do with my wife.
Initially I was enjoying a relationship with a female friend who I'd loved since grade school. Beautiful older woman who adored sex in every possible way. We literally did everything a man and woman could do sexually.
Over time we knew our relationship was unsustainable. We lived too far apart. Her son lost his job and moved back in with her. Our times together became infrequent. It was time to move on. We remain good friends and we talk often.
This is when I allowed my bisexual urges to blossom. About me, five-seven, one hundred fourty-five pounds muscular and fit. I'm very tan living in Florida, my body is shaved, good size cock and balls. I never imagined how much opportunity there would be for man to man sex. After many man to man adventures I decided I wanted a new special partner.
I decided on the kind of partner I wanted. Searching both bisexual and gay websites opportunities abounded. I met several men but none exactly fit the bill. I wanted some sexual activity that may have been out of bounds for some.
I was looking for a guy similar to me, but he needed to be taller by four or five inches. He needed to be fit and muscular and very playful, shaved and aggressive and into giving pain. For indeed I'd experimented with pain and found that I really liked it, a lot.
After many searches, emails and meetings with prospective I finally met Dick. After a series of emails including exchanging photos, we agreed to meet. We met at a beach here in Florida. Dick told me to walk Tigertail beach until I saw him a fit tan guy wearing a bikini. The bikini was a gray geometric design. I'd told him I'd be wearing a tight small square cut multi color bathing suit. As I walked I got sight of him. Getting closer I could see he'd noticed me.
Standing up as I walked towards him I smiled as did he. We shook hands and introduced our selves by first names only. To this day we have never exchanged last names. Dick was impressive, probably five-eleven, perhaps one-hundred sixty to sixty-five pounds. He was tan, fit apparently shaved muscular and had a sizable buldge in his bikini.