From Bisexual to Gay

I don’t like having sex with women. I would rather feel a huge cock in my little ass. I tried being bisexual but I’m tired of pretending. I only love men.
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I had made it to 48 without a mid-life crisis event. No mistress, sports car, or job self-destruction. But there was a dawning realization that in all likelihood I was half done. There were regrets although by every stretch I had been very successful in life up to this point. And for some reason I focused my regrets on my sex life and what I hadn’t done.
I was a 22 year old virgin when I met my wife and she was the only woman I had ever slept with. But had a secret too that I had never told anyone. When I was a shy, naïve, and innocent 18 year old I had been borderline molested by a male friend of my grandmothers.
I’m not sure if that’s what triggered what transpired but it certainly factored in where my head was.
Thirty Years Earlier
I was staying with her that summer and one of her friends hung around and drank beer on her porch during that summer. George would stay a month at a time in his trailer parked at her place and then go back and captain a fishing boat for a while. I was lonely and knew almost nobody in the small town. They’d let me drink beer and he had a bunch of penthouses and hustlers that I’d read and whack off to.
One day she was busy making something in her tiny house that was pretty much a bedroom, sitting area, and kitchen and I was dead tired as teenagers often are. My bed was her couch and with all the noise I kept on getting woken up. George finally...