Fifty-seven voyages around the sun, forty of them spent obeying biological impulses and getting intimate with a wide variety of females, all shapes and sizes... thirty years spent turning vanilla ladies into raspberry ripple kinksters... so many anal virginities taken, with love, of course.

You see, I do like to be dominant. Inflicting mild pain as an adjunct to sexual arousal, the mix of endorphins and dopamine and watching the recipient disappear into the rarified atmosphere of sub space. It doesn't have to be full on, more erotic ... the dance of two human souls, the submission and the dominance is my jam.

Or at least I thought it was up until a few years ago. I'm a Gen X specimen, rolled of the line in 1967 into a very working class family in a north western city of the UK.

The thought of two men being intimate was met with derision and disgust in my community, so I joined the program and followed suit.

Like so many men my age now, the urge to reproduce has thankfully departed, sex for me is more about the simple pleasure of it - but here is the problem, I have always had an innate knowledge that I like men also; and my mind often flits into the fantasy of what would happen, the emotions, the sight, the smell ... and the taste.

So, my being mildy Dom has given me a unique 'me' problem ... I don't submit and I have an irrational dislike of being forced to do anything, especially sexual, even if it is role play and consensual ... just not for me.

Looking on places like DL frankly intimidates me, there seems (to my eyes) to be so much labelling and blatant aggression intermingled with what appear to be genuine, but are ultimately pointless dead ends.

So I've given it up to fate, I'm not actively looking because I know it will happen, most likely when it's least expected ... which just adds to the spice for me.

So, for my first man I want a feeling of mutual attraction and sexual attraction, as well as the mandatory curiosity.

Having said all this, the drive to simply have sex with a man is getting stronger and this is my current fantasy of choice.

We've spent the time doing all the talking, getting to know the mundane as well as the sexual. We both have a lifelong passion for swinging spanners at whatever vehicle we chose, although with varying degrees of success.

He has come around to my place, we are going to do a simple service on his bike. As he hops off the bike, I can't help but notice his arse in his leathers and a goofy smile that comes from the ride and the almost certainty of finally getting naked together.

As soon as he stepped into the garage, he came close, wrapping his arms around me and giving me a man hug, one that was returned. We took the opportunity to gently grind our bulges together, then moved on to more mechanical things ... for about five minutes, we were distracted and, in an unspoken moment of equal genius, leaned in for a kiss. His lips were soft, the stubble around his mouth masculine, and mating in with my goatee. It wasn't a simple kiss; it was a kiss of promise for us both.

It got a lot hotter a lot faster and I found myself kissing his neck, whilst rubbing his hardness through the leather. I felt giddy, excitement running through my emotions and my loins as well as my cock. I wanted this man and it was a mutual emotion ... unspoken agreement saw us in my bedroom, naked, our cocks standing proud and our fingers dancing over each other's nipples whilst we lightly kissed and mewed to each other.

I reached down to his balls, weighing them in my hand and marvelling at the feel of that smooth skin, my other hand reached for the base of his cock, squeezing it gently at the root and slowly stroking, avoiding his swollen glans and marvelling at the precum slowly developing.

He reached for me, the feeling of a masculine hand on me breaking the gaze I had on his cock, that was enough, we broke our embrace, looked at each other and giggled like dumb kids - whilst falling onto the bed.

Once horizontal, it was on, we rubbed and edged each other awhile, delighting in the tensing of muscles and guttural groans of pleasure. The need to taste each other became urgent ... all those conversations and fantasies, revealing ourselves slowly and carefully, all culminating in what we both wanted - put simply, we craved each other's cock and we did each other justice.

I was conscious of my teeth, so I built up to sucking him slowly, wrapping my tongue around his tip, tracing the lines, and sucking up his precum before getting the courage to take him fully in my mouth. Oh, what a feeling, this man's pulsing masculinity in my mouth, and mine in his, reciprocating my movements. It was magical and we soon came close to cumming. Simultaneously, we stopped and gathered our breath before sitting up and embracing each other, becoming increasingly caught up in the rawness of our shared experiences.

Following this I told him I had a fantasy I wanted to fulfill, he smiled knowingly as we had discussed this in some detail ... I went to get the baby oil and he got comfy in my absence.

I walked back in to find him on his back, legs spread and rubbing that amazing penis of his. Settling down between his legs I poured oil into my hands and began spreading it all over his balls and cock, not stopping as it ran towards his perineum and into the cleft of his butt cheeks. Starting slowly and purposefully I masturbated his full length whilst cradling and lightly squeezing his balls, feeling him swell in appreciation.

Whilst rubbing his cock, I began to stimulate his prostate from the outside, pressing and rubbing it alternately, he was in heaven, eyes closed and his face fluctuating briefly as I teased and probed his most intimate of areas. He lifted up to meet me, spreading his legs and opening his eyes, silently willing me to go further ... so I did.

I circled his anus lightly, all the time rubbing that delicious penis of his, slowly applying pressure until my finger popped through, to the accompanying grunt of this foreign and invasive turn of events. I found his prostate and applied enough pressure to make him groan and beg me to continue. Ever happy too, I increased the pressure and speed of my wanking him and simultaneously started finger fucking him ... it was more than enough ... his skin turned pink, an uncontrolled shaking started and his glorious muscles tensed ... his swelled even more and with a muffled scream he came.

Oh, how he came, shooting high three or four spurts before becoming a beautiful trickle from his spent cock ... a trickle I had to taste.

Licking my lips and smiling he looked at me in the eye, reached for some lube and asked me to work it into his arsehole, stretch him out and fuck him.

I had three fingers in him now, he was stretched and willing, pleading with me to fuck him. I pushed his legs up, took hold of my cock and pressed against him, not slowly entering him and not causing him to hurt. My inner Dom needed to assert himself, so I entered him forcefully, in one stroke, and felt his internals twitching and convulsing ...

I lent over to kiss him, my balls crushed against his arse and slowly, almost imperceptibly, he pushed against me, driving me that little bit deeper. We were men and we were fucking ... I resolved to give him a good pounding, deep penetrative anal sex, cruising over his engorged prostate again and again.

We were lost, on some sort of spiritual and sexual journey, both of us realising our long held and stunted sexuality. The years of playing a role we didn't want nor need falling away ... I came hard in him, he was twisting my nipples and then reaching round to my arsehole, just the tip of his finger was enough .... the heat inside me increased and next I was convulsing in pure pleasure as I pumped my seed into this beautiful man, writhing and gasping beneath me.