They put me on a new medication and they just want to do some blood work to see how I'm doing on it. Do you think you'll be done at the doctors by that time?” “But I have another guy coming over about one o'clock. “Uh, that would be fine with me,” I told Jay. Would you mind if I came over afterwords?” Jay's doctor's clinic is only a couple of blocks from my house. I have a doctor's appointment at twelve o'clock. I think he was hoping my wife would join in, but I told him there was just no way that would ever happen.īut then, luckily, as I was waiting for Ralph to come over (it was about 11:30 at the time) I got a telephone call from another friend of mine. Yet even though Ralph was not usually very communicative, I had gotten the admission out of him once that he would like it if we could get another person involved in our sessions. But Ralph lived in a nearby town, which allowed us to connect. But usually, the men I chat with are so far away from where I live in El Dorado, Kansas, to make actually meeting these men either difficult or impossible. I don't cruise gay bars or adult book stores very often, but do use the internet sometimes to chat with other men. Since I've been bisexual for a long time (my first male-to-male contact occurred when I was 21-I'm 68 now), my attention gradually drifted toward men. Since my wife's hysterectomy (which caused her to lose all interest in sex) I don't have many outlets. Of course, since I didn't often have much opportunity for any other type of sexual activity, I was happy to oblige. (I know that usually ends in “ma'am” but I've never thought of myself as a “ma'am.”) No, all Ralph was interested in was getting his rocks off. He did let me kiss him a few times and even though he'd kiss back, he did it without much enthusiasm, it seemed to me. I'd often tried to get Ralph more romantically involved in the process but he really didn't seem interested. I'd swallow his jism and then lie back as Ralph would recover for a while, then he'd sit up and begin getting dressed again. It usually didn't take long before I had him moaning and ready. After a while, Ralph would usually stop sucking on me, though, and I would be able to concentrate on getting him off. Then, after he had sucked me nice and hard, I'd lie down on the bed next to him and we'd sixty-nine. Upon re-entering the bedroom, Ralph would move to the edge of the bed, on his belly, and then proceed to take my dick into his mouth and suck on me for a while.
I would then go into the bathroom, wet down a washcloth and wash off my dick and scrotum. He would take off his shoes, pants and underwear (but never his shirt) and lie down on the bed while I stripped down. Ralph would come in, maybe engage in a few minutes of conversation (which often detailed his trips to a local adult arcade) and then we'd repair to the bedroom. And those terse messages were similar to the way our sessions together went. Ralph doesn't have his own computer or a cell phone and the terse messages (which he sent from a computer at the local library) were the way we communicated. “See you then.” It was our usual practice.
I only had to wait a few minutes before another email came in from him. Not having much going on that day, I emailed him back with that message. When he does, he usually just wants to come to my house for a quick blow job and then, as soon as he cums, he leaves. But Ralph is usually tied town at his house caring for his cancer-stricken wife (he says, anyway) and is only able to get away for a couple of hours when is wife goes to the doctor for an appointment. He, like me, is retired and we both have a lot of time on our hands. Ralph and I have known each other for a while and an email was how he usually contacts me. I got an email from Ralph one day a few years or ago.