First I hope this holiday made a more happy loving memorial for you than any before.
I am posting here mostly for those who’ve shown interest in my mixed bag of odd ball sexual antics which I’ve decided to name “Prostate CancerRadiation Gnome Slur” (It’s not a real diagnosis that I know of but seems real to me).
I chose this holiday weekend to take the dive with my friend that I’ve been putting off. I wanted it to be special and memorable but especially for him. I won’t go into why he so much more deserves some good pleasures in his life any more than you or me, I’m sure we all do. I’ve made it my mission to see that he gets whatever I can give that smooths it out for him.
His son, a few of his grandkids other friends and neighbors joined in for a BBQ and field games made everything a lively start on Saturday with a full house for the night I don’t think anyone gave a second thought to two old geezers sleeping in bed together (except that his son is privy to our relationship so he may have been imagining before falling off to sleep). My friend showers religiously before bed so had no reason to expect anything special when he went to take his shower, however I decided this would be the night for me to do more than spoon, hug and kiss. I will keep this clean for general audience reading.
I joined my friend in the shower and attended to his washing while he reciprocated washing me. We kissed, he held me in his arms and kissed my face, head it felt like he was covering me in kisses of madness and I forgot I was a man. On reflection I see two old geezers rushing to bed soaking wet, maybe not so old. I layer across him and the kissing couldn’t stop nor could he stop his excitement from rising and getting harder. My friends all the anticipation was in this moment and I was ready to show him my love. I thought I would show him the best blow of his life. I thought he would get to give the best ( _u_k ) of his life but I was a complete failure. He say’s not, but I know differently.
I knew by comparison to my own he was in a special club of men but I thought the many times I’ve had them how hard could it be. Just too big to thick for me to do much. His excitement, his hardness was more like a 20 year old than a 75 old grandpa. I had no problem wanting to do it I just wasn’t physically capable in any way. Even when I ate what he fed me it strangled me so that I could not rest the rest of the night still suffer a sore throat slightly today. There has been one attempt at a ride-a-long but that too was a hands down no go.
He and I both agree I’m not cut out for the role we both thought chosen for me so while our friendship will remain solid it will not be consummated the way intended. I invite any input on how it all went so very wrong when our hearts are so very right?