I never really embraced my Bi leanings until after my divorce from my 2nd wife, by that time I was in my mid 50's. My journey into gay sex started in about the time I was 20 while serving in the military. I grew up in rural America and thus have a love for backpacking and camping on overnight adventures that are off the beaten path. One of my buddies was a "city boy" and bugged me to take him. The first night into the camp out we began to play poker which turned into silly truth or dare bets. One thing led to another and before long I was getting my dicked sucked and enjoying the hell out of my first blow job from a guy. A couple rounds of me losing hands of 5 card stud and I was the one sucking and enjoyed the hell out of performing. Over the next couple years, we would occasionally get together for our suck sessions, which expanded into of us fucking each other, but keeping them on the DL, after all it was the late 70's.
As time went on, I perused my interests in the wonders of the female mind and body, married, divorced, and married and divorced again. During the dry spells my thoughts would return to the joys of sucking a nice cock. I never could figure out this desire and eventually just came to peace with the fact I enjoy having a cock explode in my mouth.
After my last divorce I naturally returned to dating women but could never really find someone that would check all the boxes. The advent of internet porn opened a means of exploring my bi side and (at the time) Craigs List offered up a ready pool of potential partners. Though I remain picky about what I put in my mouth I did finally connect with a nice guy. Thus, my love for cock was rekindled and fully embraced.
When I hit my 60's I also returned to a former passion -- motorcycles. For those that ride you know the pleasure of twisty roads and nice performing sport touring class machine. I am blessed to live in an area that offers some of the best back road riding available, we also have great microbreweries. In getting back into the sport I also became aware that there are some 80 + covered bridges, and the thought occurred -- hey why not put that on the bucket list.
Early on in my quest I stopped at a remote bridge to take in the sites -- this bridge was over 100 years old and spanned a rather scenic view. Being a wood worker, I naturally gravitated to the fine joinery construction and was admiring the technique. As I was fondling a particular joint another biker pulled up, parked, and took a selfie of himself, his bike, and the bridge. He was about my age, and we struck up a conversation. Turns out he was also a wood worker, committed biker, and had a similar twisted sense of humor and a bucket list quest to tour all the covered bridges. Being late afternoon and rather warm he offered up the idea that we should hit the local microbrew. Offer accepted.
After a couple beers we seemed to hit it off quite well, the conversation flowed and hey who doesn't enjoy making a new riding buddy. He suggested we stop at the local store, grab some meat for the grill and go back to his place. Not having anything better to do we soon picked out a couple porterhouse steaks and headed back up a couple back roads to his place.
Towards the end of dinner our conversation turned to past relationships, divorces, and the dating possibilities at our late stage of life. You see, in rural communities, the available dating pool consists of women with very high BMI counts and desperate for a sugar daddy. I related a story of my last fling that ended due to her not liking oral sex, both giving and receiving.
