I grew up in various countries as my father went to another posting. It was in Pakistan when Mohammed the house boy sucked my dick. I sucked him back. It lasted for the time we lived in Karachi. We followed around but I never had the opportunity again until I was in college. For college I was sent back to live with my grandparents.
In college I met a guy who was getting his degree after spending three years in prison and was on probation for a DUI fatality. He made friends with me and on that occasion I was at his apartment and he offered his dick to me. I hesitated but took his dick in my hand and loved on it with my mouth. The feeling I had when I was with Mohammed came back in wave upon wave. I didn't realize how much I liked it. It became a regular thing, including anal.
I left college for the brave outside world and did well enough and got promoted. It was very obvious that certain behaviors were not tolerated, and anything gay was at the top of that list. I met a girl there and she wanted to get married and before I knew what I was doing she had enticed me into bed with her. Although I had sex with her, she was the initiator and was in control. We got married because I was being transferred.
Being married with children was good for my career and she was a good corporate wife. She loved that role and lived it. My little problem never left me, and I met a man around, who had a small shop fixing lawn mowers and other small power equipment. In the back of his shop he offered me his dick and I took it. It was dangerous, he was active in the underground gay scene and introduced me other gay men. All closeted.Â
I don't kid myself, I have always been gay, but it has not been possible to live the gay life. I'm still in the closet and I am retired. I have my ways and I get around, I am currently seeing Gary a handyman. It seems I gravitate to bigger men with big hands and big equipment. I'm the cocksucker and I love pleasing him.Â
