John was my very first gay lover. I wrote a story about our first time together which you can find on my page titled ‘Big John’. To briefly recap, I was a 50-year-old, recently divorced man in Florida who decided to explore my lifelong repressed gay side and met 63-year-old John through a ‘silver foxes’ gay dating web site. He had a similar back story and had never had gay sex before either. We had been lovers for 3 years...

Jeanne, my cock whore of a wife, and I truly enjoyed taking Caribbean cruises back in the 2000s. Nothing beat a boat full of drunken men on vacation to find amorous encounters and sexual partners for my little slut Jeanne. We even preferred Carnival Lines, as it was a little younger and wilder crowd, with a lot of guys on the prowl for the perfect MILF. I often took the little weekend booze runs to the Bahamas with Jeanne...

In 1995, I was 43 years old and feeling just a twinge of mid-life crisis. Just a twinge though, as I had never really matured enough for it to hit me like I was seeing in most of my peers. Though I had been married a couple of times, I never had any kids to slow me down or make me aware of the passage of time. I spent my whole life as a beach lifeguard in an endless Summer. At my age, I was now in a supervisory role and h...

In 1985 I was 33 and still working as a rather long-in-the-tooth beach lifeguard. I never had much ambition and most lifeguards my age had either moved on to real jobs or were in supervisory positions. I still enjoyed the red trunks, white towers, blue ocean, and looking at all the brown 'Beach Betties', aka hot chicks in bikinis. I had saved a few people in my time and had built up some job security, with my experience a...

I was kind of lost following my first divorce after only barely two years of marriage. The reality was we were too young to be married at 21 and both of us had some growing up to do first. I spent the first year since the divorce in '74 just messing around and trying to find some direction and footing to go forward. I was even contemplating going back to college. I was painting houses and doing some handyman work, though...

I had moved to Florida and built a house just as the market crashed in 2008. I lost a beautiful house, a slutty wife, and every dime I had all in about six months. I suppose I had always had a suppressed gay thing going on and was at a point where I thought, what the heck, at least I will test the water. I didn't have much else going for me but freedom right then. I figured at 50 I better experiment while I still had a li...

The Summer of seventy-five was a rough one. I was still licking my wounds after a bitter divorce at twenty-three and trying to regain my footing. I was staying at my childhood home while my parents were on an extended summer-long European vacation. Barbara had lived across the street from us since I was in junior high. She was the proverbial early sixties California surfer girl that the Beach Boys immortalized in song. Ir...

I had been married to my slut wife for seven years by the time we moved to Florida. There were signs from way back when we were dating that she was a sex-addicted exhibitionist. She just loved making out in public places with me from the very first time we met. At first, it made me a little uncomfortable, but seven years later I have accepted the fact she is a cock whore and slut. In fact, I am even enjoying it and have b...