I was 44 when I found out I was really gay and not bisexual nor heterosexual. It happened at time when my life seemed to be falling apart. I had just ended my marriage of 24 years and a career of over 20, no close friends and two grown children. I was alone and went off to be that way forever when I happened upon a couple of men in their late fifties. They were at a rest stop off the highway when I pulled up in my truck. I got out thinking I needed a cold drink but wound up finding myself.
Hugh was distinguished and handsome, some 6’3” 200 pounds of older male sexual energy. His brown hair cut short and professional matched his persona. Jarred was the older chubbier of the two, my height at 5’10” and about my weight around 200 as well. He had a big nose and the shorts he was wearing showed his big cock as it slipped out of the leg. He was seated on a concrete picnic table drinking a coke as I walked by and caught a glimpse of his cock. His legs were opened wide and the head of it was peaking out of the right side of his short, black satin gym shorts. His see through charcoal tank top showed his white hairless chest and two nipples that looked very well worn.
I walked by sort of down and headed towards the snack machine but I remembered turning back to look at them both. Hugh standing near his friend smiling and laughing as the talked spied me looking. He nodded at me and I at him and as I turned to get my soda, I heard footsteps. It took me just a few minutes to get the can out and as I turned around the two was behind me still smiling.
I was standing there wearing my denim worn shorts and no shirt. My pale complexion in the dim light of the overhang made me stand out. I was neither hunk nor a stud and I knew it. Until this day I had never even considered men, not until they raped me.
The bathroom entrance was behind me. Hugh helped me through the doorway with a friendly nudge, as I tried to ask what was going on. He just smiled and locked the door a... Læs hele novellen
