Life's Reflections
ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18. All characters are fictional and any resemblance to real or other fictional characters is coincidence and unintentional. Any acts sexual or otherwise are not encouraged or condoned by the author.
This is not necessarily a story, rather a look at how life and its many twists and turns can shape and reshape who we are and what we believe and are committed too. Getting older is not less - it's more. More experiences to draw from. More lessons learned and, if you are willing, more opportunities to live a fulfilled life.
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If a human life span were compared to a nine inning baseball game, I am in the middle of the seventh inning. I am average in many ways, married once, divorced once. I have had my share of relationships most of which did not really satisfy me or the other person. The one or two that were almost perfect slipped away before I knew better.
Growing up I thought of myself as a normal guy who liked only women. They seemed to be the natural fit for me. The idea that having any sort of relationship with a man did not send me running...it just wasn't for me. Sure over the years a thought might creep in to my mind about specific exploits with another man. Maybe something oral might be good. Then came the how question. How would you meet someone? It all became so complicated and the thought would slip away.
My profession requires a great deal of thought and analyzing dripline. This can be both a good and not such a good thing. Sometimes overthinking the problem becomes the problem. Over time you develop a sense about when you just need to "do" whatever is being considered and be done with it.
I would suspect a majority of men have thought about being involved with another man. For most, they always keep these thoughts locked up in their minds. Never tell or talk about it to anyone. If you do you might be branded Gay.
So men go through life living one life with their partner, wife, girlfriend or lover - denying themselves other options that could be more in almost every way. I did for forty years!
I did what I do best for the last fifteen years - overthinking the possibility of being physically and emotionally involved. Asking over and over all of the questions about how to make it happen, what would I agree to do and why am I doing this in the first place.
So much for reflecting on my life and the world around me.
With a new day came the anticipation of putting myself in that new place. I am now ready and want to be there. The possibility of being with another man, sharing myself with him and he with me is so exciting that nothing in my life can compare. The list of what I would like to do is full. The list of what I won't do is blank.
My first experience might go something like this.
We meet for a drink at a small quiet bar. We sit away from the crowd of regulars to just talk about the day and all of the crazy stuff in the world today.
Bill is a friend I have known for a year or so. We talk at least once a week sometimes more. He is a happy person with a genuine smile and a playful attitude. He is neat and tidy, yet just as comfortable with shorts and a tee-shirt as he is in a coat and tie. We really fit well together. The only unknown is the size of our cocks. Mine is average, his I assume is about the same. Whatever it is, it will not make a difference to me. This being with someone is not a contest for me.
We decide to head over to his place that is not far from the bar. We each drive our own cars. This is not something new, Bill is a great cook and a light dinner was about to be prepared. As we were both in the kitchen having fun making some great food, the conversation took a turn towards our desires in life. The conversation included the loves that got away and how living life makes you adapt to the unusual.
The talking started to circle around to what kind of sex we enjoy. Its two guys lowering that wall a bit to admit to liking certain things that previous partners did. I felt so comfortable with my friend and talking about sex that I confided to him that I have considered having sex with another man. When the words came out of my mouth I was certain that would end the evening. It did not!
Bill said, that he too had decided to experiment with a male partner. He just had not found the right man yet. He told me of his desire to suck cock and how much he wanted to be played with anally. He would dream four or five times a week about having a warm cock inside his rectum it filing him with its warm liquid.
I told him I had just had a dream about sucking a nice cock. It was of normal size with a pronounced ring around its dark pink head. Almost vein free and a low hanging set of balls. Bill stopped what he was doing and wanted to hear every detail of my dream. So,