At first, I thought it was just me. I was a youthful-looking, fit married guy in his early 60s whose sex life fell off the edge of the earth. Every other aspect of my life was almost storybook perfect. My wife and I shared the same bed, but menopause crushed her libido and turned sex into an excruciatingly painful experience for her. As time went on I started having more and more homoerotic thoughts. I secretly joined a hookup website for older men looking for men. I discovered I wasn't alone. I found tons of guys just like me in the chat rooms.
The problem was that they were too much like me. All of my strongest fantasies were about giving, not receiving. I learned that made me a "bottom." The site was full of total bottoms in search of a top. After a ton of private messaging and some role-play chats, it was clear that finding a sane, safe top nearby would be impossible. The role plays and chats were hot but I resigned myself to the fact that nothing was ever going to happen.
I doubled up on my workouts at the fitness club to compensate for the lack of sex. That worked but I had to be careful not to get caught checking out other guys' cocks in the locker room. One time after I long session I decided to sweat in the sauna before taking a shower. No one else was in the sauna when I went in. I took a seat on the top bench and adjusted my towel around me. A few minutes later another guy came in. He was much taller and at least 10 years younger than me. He had that classic runner's physique. Lean but well-muscled. Proportional and symmetrical.
He stretched out at the far end of the sauna. A few minutes later, he started some small talk. He was easy to talk to and we chatted about a wide range of topics. He didn't look at me while we were talking. Laying back on his elbows he stared up at the ceiling. I thought that was a bit odd, but it was good just to have an intelligent conversation. The next time I looked over his small towel had shifted a little. I could see most of his cock. I quickly looked away. I tried not to look but my eyes kept drifting back to it. A few minutes later he abruptly stood up said goodbye and walked out. I stayed in the sauna longer than I wanted to to make sure he had enough time to shower and go before I came out.
Over the next month, I bumped into him at the gym several times. His name was Sam. He was married with two kids both in their 20s now. Sam was so easy to talk with. There were a few more times when we ended up in the sauna at the same time. Each time it seemed like he was exposing himself to me on purpose now. His cock was amazing. I figured it was a shower, not a grower. Even completely flaccid, Sam's cock looked thick and hefty. I convinced myself that I was being super discreet and stealthy in my longing looks at his perfect cock.
One Saturday I decided to go to the gym mid-morning. I usually work out later in the day or after work. I was surprised to see Sam there. He came over to say hello and we talked as I moved from machine to machine. "Hey, can I ask you a question," he said suddenly. My mind raced and I tried to cool down and said something dorky like "sure shoot" or something like that. "You said you've done some home remodeling right? I finally got my wife to give me the green light to finish the basement into a man cave. I'd love to get your thoughts on the project." We talked about it for a few more minutes and then Sam gave me his address. He said he was done and was heading home. He asked me to stop by whenever I was done working out.
After an anxiety-filled car ride to his house, Sam put me right at ease. We walked through the large unfinished basement space. He shared his thoughts about how he envisioned breaking up the space and I shared my experience from the home remodeling jobs completed over the years. Eventually, we sat down on a ratty old sofa. Sam handed me a notebook where he had some ideas sketched out. I thumbed through the pages and he came back with two beers from a mini fridge and sat next to me. We continued debating about plans and materials as we drank the beers.
Then I noticed it. Sam was wearing the red basketball shorts with the white trim that I'd seen him wear at the gym. The shorts were bunched up on his right leg and the tip of his cock was visible. He kept talking but I couldn't follow his train of thought. I kept stealing glances at his cock. It was just laying against his right thigh. I had seen it in the sauna many times, but I have never seen it this closeup.
"It's OK," he said, "I know you like to look at it." These words snapped me back to attention. He rotated a little and pulled the shorts up a little higher exposing half of his glorious cock. "I've seen how you look at my cock in the sauna. I'm not going to lie, I like that," he said. I know how it is. You get older. The sex life at home dries up. You start to think about things. Maybe you had some encounters when you were younger and now you find yourself thinking about that more often," he continued. He used air quotes when he said the word encounters.
I shuddered and stammered a weak denial. He reassured me everything was OK and that he liked that I wanted to look at his cock. He asked me if I had any experience fooling around with another guy. I explained that I didn't have any experience but I did have a few near misses as a teenager. After a while, I did admit that I had been thinking about it a lot over the last few years.
