First let me introduce myself. I'm a 50 year old married male that works as a computer consultant and get's called out to work on computers in residences. My work takes me all over the city and I get to meet a large variety of people.
Recently I was called out to a home of a retired elderly couple in their 70s. It seems that their computer had a virus and they were not able to access anything at all. It was a rainy day and my mind wondered as I crossed the city about my problems at home. My wife had ceased to be interested in sex and it had caused tension in our marriage. Not a lot, because in every other way we had a great relationship. She was a very devoted wife and I would never really consider running around on her because of the fear that I might lose her. I just wished there were some way to be able to discreetly relieve my sexual tension.
I had always been a very sexual person. I remember masturbating at a very young age. My father kept porn under his mattress and I would sneak in there and read it and masturbate constantly. When I became older my desire for sexual contact increased considerably. Anyway, now the only release I got was looking at internet porn and masturbating.
Recently I had even thought about trying to find other men in the same situation as me, to see if we could help each other in our dilemma. For the most part I had always been straight, but had fantasized about trying it with another male, though I was not turned on by the male physique. No, for me it would just be a way of getting some intimate contact for which I so badly longed for.
I arrived at the two-story home in a fairly well-to-do quiet neighborhood and rang the doorbell. I was greeted by an older man of about 70 with white hair and a big smile. He introduced himself as Jim and invited me into his home. Once inside I found myself in a nice home, where every wall was decorated with pictures. Some were of his family and some of his time in the service. He explained that he was a bomber pilot in the war and had flown sorties over Japan.
His skin was fairly wrinkled but he was in pretty good shape for a man his age. His wife was not home. It turned out that the computer experiencing the problems was his own personal computer located in his study. He led me through the house, stopping briefly to talk about keepsakes adorning his walls and shelves. He had led a very interesting life and loved recalling the twists and turns. I loved hearing stories of times gone by.
Finally we arrived at his study which was a medium size room on the top floor. He explained that the top floor was an addition to the house. They had remodeled their large attic and created a couple of rooms for their kids as their family expanded. One of the rooms had been converted to a study when the kids left home. The other room was still an operational bedroom with a complete bath. It was a great place for him to get away and work on the many projects that kept him busy. The walls were adorned and shelves were adorned with mementos of his war days, plus memorabilia from the days when he ran a successful business.
Finally our attention turned to his ailing computer. A special type of Trojan known as malware had attacked it and blocked any attempt to do anything. It was demanding that he purchase software to remove it. I had seen this type of thing before. An unsuspecting user might be tempted to purchase the software, but once the credit card information was entered, the user's money would be promptly siphoned out of their account. This type of software preyed on inexperienced users and this was no exception. Luckily he was intelligent enough to call me before giving out personal information.
The first thing I did was reset his computer back to a period of time before the Trojan had infected it. I then installed virus protection on it and ran a thorough scan to find and remove any unseemly pests that were infecting it. I explained that it would take a few hours for the scans to run. I also explained that I had another project to work on and would leave while the scans were running. I told him to call me when they completed and I would return.
We talked a little as he led me out to my car. I found him to be very charming and easy to be around. I could tell that we both really enjoyed each other's company very much. As I drove away I thought about how nice it would be to have a good friendship. I seldom had time for developing relationships and sorely needed just a good ole "buddy" so to speak.
Later that afternoon Jim called and said the computer was finished. I wrapped up some stuff I was doing and made my way through the still wet streets of the city to his home. I arrived at his place and he led me to his office. I noticed that his wife still was nowhere to be found. I figured they probably didn't see much of each other. He had his area of the house and she had hers. They probably came together for dinners or maybe television and then retired to their own quarters. It looked as if the bedroom upstairs might be used, so he probably was sleeping there.
As promised, the computer was finished running its scan and was waiting for a human to instruct it on the next step. The software had found several pieces of malware and I told it to remove them all. I next went about checking it for other problems with the memory etc.
When I checked his browsing history, I noticed that he enjoyed looking at porn. I mentioned that I did too and we talked about it. He was interested in finding a way to remove the history so his grandkids didn't see it. I showed him how to remove the history and we talked more about it. It was funny but I found myself telling him about my history of porn and even about the sexual problems I was having with my wife. It seemed just natural to discuss such things with him, because of the nature of our relationship. He explained that his wife also was not interested in sex and porn was his method of scratching his itch so to speak. We both laughed as I continued to work on his computer.
