It Might Be Out Of Order, But It Works!

[SexyGaySenior]

Back in the 1970s when I was finally able to come to terms with and embrace my sexuality and became sexually active, what lead up to my first ever sexual encounter, and the ensuing relationship with a most physically beautiful guy, I've always been left with the thought that we as Gay males did it backwards, or, at least, haphazardly. What do I mean by that? It seems to go: we meet this interesting person, say, in a coffee shop (I don't do bars) and we talk. It might be as casual as he notices you reading some printed out article, as I usually am, and he discusses the article with you. Or, something happens that you make a comment about to a total stranger, and it sparks their interest.

This actually happened just a couple of months ago, and it happened at one of my favorite Starbucks. There was more to it, as it actually started with watching these two exceptionally beautiful twenty-something (if that) guys embracing and kissing, RIGHT THERE IN STARBUCKS, IN PUBLIC! I smiled and commented to the young male Barista who was new at the time, and who was also exceptionally attractive and about the same age, as to how I loved how things had changed since I was their ages and coming to terms with being who I was. The Barista smiled when I admitted to my sexuality! I honestly don't flaunt the fact that I am Gay, but, I do wear tee shirts that hint at it.

Lately, I have been wearing tee shirts that do say I am proudly Canadian. They also give the ever so subtle hint that I'm indeed Gay. The Canadian maple leaf on it is printed with colours of the Gay rainbow. Also, the letters of "CANADA" are in rainbow colours, the "C" is in red, the first "A" is in orange, the "N" is in yellow, the second "A" is in green, the "D" is in blue, and the last "A" is in purple. That Barista was very open and told me that he had been with his "steady" boyfriend since he was just eleven-years-old. And that he and his boyfriend first had sex on his, the Barista's, twelfth birthday. His boyfriend was only a few days older! Imagine, two twelve-year-old boys having sex together! Twelve! I was almost nineteen when I had my first encounter!

Also there was this other guy there, quite a bit younger me but a lot older than the two young lovers and the Barista. He agreed with me about the freedom, and he openly admitted having sex with another boy for the first time on his thirteenth birthday. He said he didn't want to become a teenager as a virgin, so he was a little desperate to have sex when he did. Luckily (his word), he knew another boy who was also desperate, and the two hooked up. I asked why he didn't have sex with a girl. "They never interested me!", he told me. He openly declared the day of his thirteenth birthday was THE best day of his life!

I got my order, as did the other guy (the two lovers got their order and had departed. I only surmised that they were retreating to wherever they lived to enjoy themselves more. Yum! Yum!). I went to sit down when the guy asked if he could join me. I said I would be delighted. I had brought an article that I had printed out about what is becoming the culture of hate in Canada with the meteoric rise in populism, and the fact that Canada is rapidly shifting harder and harder to the right, as evangelical Christian groups seize power and are more and more controlling our respective provincial and soon our federal governments. One thing about these Christian groups is that they hate LGBTQs with a passion, and want us exterminated. We even have a political party called 'The Christian Heritage Party of Canada', which is, for intent and purposes, a hate party. They are calling for the outright extermination of Gays. There is this one, as I call them, faux-Christian group called 'CitizenGo', who have come out in full support of the federal conservative leader, with the promise of that Christian leader that Homosexuality will be outlawed, and that the 'practise' will be returned to the criminal code. They are also demanding the outright ban on Pride celebrations, and had submitted petitions to the Canadian parliament demanding the ban. They too are calling for the arrest and extermination of Gay people.

There are seriously dangerous times in the very near future for Gay people like me in Canada.

Anyway, that morning got more interesting. And remember, I'm usually there just after the Starbucks opens at six-thirty! After I sat down and the guy who was behind me sat with me, the conversation got personal and intimate very quickly. First, we introduced ourselves. His name was Jordan. Then he complimented me on my tee shirt, and asked where I got it. I told him got it on line and gave him the website I ordered it and five others from. Then he hit me with a compliment that caught me by surprize. He complimented me on my legs! Yes, my legs! For the record, I have kept my legs S*M*O*O*T*H since my early twenties and my college days. Friends used to call me "Legs", and my then-boyfriend gave me a custom printed tee shirt that had "LEGS" printed on it for my 25th birthday! Plus, I wear shorts that are at least a couple of inches above my knees that expose maybe two-thirds of my legs. When the young man complimented me, I gave him a polite 'Thank you'. As with the two young lovers, and with the Barista, he was seriously attractive. He was also quite younger than I am, twenty-three-years younger. He's in his early-forties, forty-two, to be exact! He looked mid-thirties! When I told him I was going to be sixty-five-years-old soon, he just shrugged his shoulders. We chatted for an hour. We shared a lot, including we drove the same make, model, and year of car, and even the same trim level (top of the line), AND, our cars were even the exact same colour, though his is a hatchback while I have a sedan. We carried on our conversation for a few minutes in the parking lot, then we parted. Driving home, I could not stop thinking about the guy. Remember my comment about interest?

Was it just a chance meeting? Would I ever see him again?

The next Sunday morning, I was back at that Starbucks, and served by the same beautiful, young Barista. Who comes in, but the lovely cutie I sat with the week before. We sat and enjoyed a very intimate conversation, but this time, it was very evident the conversation was turning romantic. Very romantic! It still took me by surprize, as this cutie is twenty-three-years younger than I am! It didn't seem to bother him. I also got the feeling he was feeling me out. Why not? I was feeling him out! Our conversation went on for over an hour when he had to depart.

That's when I decided to try something. I told him I couldn't be there the next Sunday, which was a holiday weekend, but I would be there Saturday evening, probably around eightish. "Oh", he said, "maybe I'll see you then!" There was the "interest" thing again! I did get there around "eightish" that Saturday evening, and sure enough, there he was, waiting in the parking lot. I parked next to him. We said our hellos, then we went inside for our venti-sized coffees. The place was quite busy, but there were empty seats. There was something I quickly noticed. There were a lot of couples who were both guys! And conversations seemed extremely quite and intimate. As it turned out, Saturday evenings at that particular Starbucks are well known for being a time that the place is full of Gay guys meeting up with their Gay friends. It's quite something seeing two guys sitting, holding hands, and gazing into each other's eyes. And, quite often, they will openly kiss each other. Jordan and I fit right in.

I also noticed too that the place had six young, male, and very attractive Baristas working. And all of them Gay! It was like they cloned that young beauty who works Sunday morning!

As that evening happened, Jordan and I got seriously intimate and romantic with our conversation. We chatted for an hour, then I tried it, I made a move. I invited Jordan back to my house. He didn't even hesitate! When we arrived at my house sometime around nine-thirty, we engaged in some more extremely intimate and romantic conversation for about another forty-five minutes. Then it happened! We started to make out on the couch. That lasted for maybe twenty-minutes. We stopped, then I stood up and took Jordan's hand. We went to my bedroom. Off came our clothes, and we engaged in sexual intercourse together! He spent that night with me at my place. In fat, since it was a holiday weekend, he spent the weekend at my place!

That was at the beginning of August.

And we engaged in sexual intercourse "more than once" that weekend.

And we've engaged in sexual intercourse several times since!

Several???

Try "a few dozen"!

That is how it happens sometimes! You meet this total stranger and you have a conversation with them. The person becomes interesting, then, they become so interesting, you have sex with them, sometimes even quite a short time after meeting them, like, for instance, as what happened a couple of months ago, we meet them at a coffee shop (or bar), and end up having sexual intercourse with them a short time later, then, if it works, we fall in love with them. Sometimes, there doesn't feel like there is a connection, but the sex is good. It happens. Don't misunderstand, I'm not into one-night-stands, though I've had maybe a couple of dozen or so over the years. And most relationships have been short term (a couple of weeks to a few months). But, once-in-a-while, you do meet that one guy who's just so hot! And sex is hotter. Then, the relationship will last for a year or two, or longer. Oh, the Gay lifestyle is the best!

I learned this when I finally did come to terms with being Gay. That first ever time, the meeting part was amid chaos, as it was orientation (first) day at college, and we met in a crowded bookstore. Out of interest, we met for coffee in the college cafeteria that same day. We talked, and talked some more over the next three days. The level of interest rapidly increased. Four days after we met and talked, we got together in an intimate situation that enabled us to be alone with each other for a few hours. Within fifteen-minutes, after some very intimate and sole-baring conversation, I experienced my first-ever kiss for romantic reasons, which lead, within ten-minutes, to my first ever experience of making out, on his bed no less, which, within another fifteen-minutes, lead to kinky foreplay (the difference? We still had our clothes on as we made out. We took all our clothes off as we gravitated toward foreplay!), which lead to my first ever sexual encounter (and the loss of my virginity), and it all happened within about forty-five minutes of that first kiss! That first sexual encounter was amazing!

First of all, I finally learned why it's called "necking". My new boyfriend began kissing my neck like he was Dracula getting ready to sink his fangs into my throat! That was the moment I realized just how sensitive to certain touches my neck was, especially touches that were basically very sexy and sensuous kisses. Oh, that wonderful guy who I had that sexual encounter with? It was his first encounter too! When did we actually fall in love with each other? When did "interest" become "passionate love"? I'm not sure really! It could have been the instant our lips touched for the first time, or, it could have even been the moment I felt him pushing his penis into my rectum the first time (he got to do me first!). All I know, it was sometime within that forty-five-minute period that evening. What were the up-sides? I met that beautiful guy, who, like me, was struggling with his sexuality, and trying to come to terms with being Gay. When I finally came to terms with my sexual orientation, and embraced being Gay, I have NEVER regretted it one bit. It was my sexual awakening, my coming to terms with being Gay, ending my sexually frustrating struggle. Meeting in that bookstore also gave me a love and appreciation for bookstores. I will always associate bookstores with being the catalyst to my first love, and my sexual awakening. Ashley and I were together for fourteen years. He became an investigative journalist after college, and was on an assignment in 1987 that ended up costing him his life. I still think about him every time I'm in a bookstore! Was there any down-sides? No, there were no down sides! None!

Ashley and I didn't use condoms for probably our first dozen or so sexual encounters. Was it really THAT big of an issue? Not to us! We were both virgins when we met. Neither of us had engaged in sexual intercourse of any type before that first evening. I guess we were both so overtaken with feeling each other's penis inside our respective rectums, we didn't think about it. Add to that, as we both made our way to the bathroom to expel each other's juice out of our rectums, we would be nude. There was a particularly sexy feeling as we felt the juice squishing around inside us as we walked, AND, it felt kind of sexy and kinky as the juice oozed out of our rectums and trickled down our legs. Were we playing with fire? Not really! As I said, we were both virgins, never engaging in any sexual activity with anyone else before we met each other. We did start to use condoms, not so much for protection from diseases, but more to make it easier to flush out our asses!

I have to admit, I really embraced anal sex! Too, I don't ever remember it hurting, other than, once in a while, when we "overdid it", and by that, I mean, we did it several times within a short period of time, like over this one weekend about two months after Ashley and I started to date. My parents went away for a weekend tour, so Ashley and I got to spend the Friday and Saturday nights together, as well as most of the Sunday. Even though Ashley had to work the Friday evening, and we both had to work the Saturday, we did it twice over the Friday night, one more time Saturday morning before both of us headed off to work, then twice Saturday evening before we went to bed, then another four times over Saturday night into Sunday morning. We managed o do it not twice on the Sunday, but three times before we , well , before I had to get my act together and go pick up mom and dad. That was twelve times we had sexual intercourse together over a forty-eight-hour period! Hurt? I will admit, by Sunday evening, my rear end was feeling a little tender! One thing about that "weekend of lust", we had started to use condoms, so, flushing out our rear ends was easy! As for out-and-out hurting, if it ever did, well, I guess the pleasure far outweighed the pain. I've read dozens of accounts where guys complained that their asses always hurt after anal sex. Either I'm an anomaly, as was Ashley, and also most, if not all, of my Gay friends, or they are imagining things! Or, we over-used lubricant (which you can never do)!

Which brings me to oral sex, or, to be blunt, throat-fucking. Now, I'm not normally vulgar with language, especially with my written commentaries, but, there is no other way of describing it! After all, "throat-fucking" is having your lover/partner push his penis into your mouth as far as he can. This usually means that, in my case, I could feel the head of Ashley's penis as deep as it being behind my Adam's apple. In all honesty, he probably went deeper, like just passed my Adam's apple! Too, when Ashley came, the throbbing sensations I felt in my throat were virtually identical to what I felt inside my rectum when Ashley began ejaculating! And I always had the hint when he was about to 'go', as he would grab my head and hold my head hard against his body. Too, this allowed him to shoot his sexy juice straight down my throat without me getting to taste it! Well, not until he finally pulled his (dripping) penis out of my mouth! Did I gag? At first, big time! And a lot! But, as the saying goes, practise makes perfect.

We both discovered a technique, and exercise, that helped us deal with the tendency to gag, and it's something I still do to this day. And it was healthy in a way. Too, it was best in the summer, only because of what we used to practise with. All one needs, is a banana. That's correct! A banana! And at this time of year, they are quite large and quite firm, as in hard. The large, firm banana can really replicate a majorly aroused hard, erect penis! Just peel it, and slowly slide it into your mouth and push it down into your throat as far as you can! Hold for a few seconds, then slide it in and out as if your boyfriend is throat-fucking you. If the banana is firm enough, you can do this kinky exercise for a few minutes. And when done, you can eat the banana! As I said, a sexy exercise, and it's good for you! I do admit I get carried away with this exercise, as I love bananas, and always have them in house. Three a day is not uncommon with me! Neck exercises help too, as I find I have to keep my neck bent and stretched so my head is tilted straight up. It also keeps my throat and neck in great shape for oral sex!

I recently bought a bunch of bananas that allowed me to push them over eight inches down my throat, well past my Adam's apple. Yes, I measured the banana! Those particular bananas were so large, so thick, and so firm! I've never had penises that big in my mouth and throat! And I have had some amazingly "hung" friends when they're aroused! When I slid the bananas into my mouth and down my throat, I pressed across my Adam's apple with my thumb, and I could feel the banana was past my Adam's apple, but also, my throat was sealed off completely, and I could feel myself start to choke. It almost felt like I was strangling! Gagging is one thing. Gasping for air because my throat was sealed off is another! Still, I was able to hold the bananas in for several seconds before I began to choke, and even as I could feel myself begin to choke, it felt sexy and kinky! Plus, I had a "reaction"! What else? I drew the banana back so my throat would open up to allow air down my windpipe, then I slowly inserted the banana back down my throat. I was able to do that drawing it out and inserting it back down for a good five minutes or more! I could leave it "in" for about fifteen-to-twenty-seconds before having to draw it out.

A guy will usually, though not always, ask which I prefer, oral or anal. There are guys who don't want to do oral, and there are guys who only want to do oral. (Jordan doesn't like oral sex at all, while I personally don't mind it. The banana deal is still pretty sexy though, and Jordan does enjoy that!) It's the same with anal, there are guys who are more than into it, like Jordan and I, while others want nothing to do with it. Both have their merits. Obviously, anal is great in bed. And in the shower. I've also had boyfriends who would come up behind me, draw down my shorts, lube up, then do me. Surprize sex is hot! AND! I've done it to them. Oral can be a lot of fun in the shower too! Oral is also good in the car! As I said, both have merits!

Which do I prefer the most?

Let me put it this way, my rectum is always ready to receive a nice, hard penis!

My name is Kenny. I'm Gay, and am very proud to say it!