Mid-Life Crisis Turns Gay

He pulled his dick from my mouth and turned on the bed so we could 69. I moved into position and went for his cock. At the same time I felt him swallow my cock.
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Like many men turning 50, I had been getting restless. So much in my life felt stale or routine — my job, for one thing. But I realized with a shock that my marriage, and more specifically my sex life, had gone stale, too. Although I still loved my wife, and had no idea at all of breaking up our 28-year marriage, I had to admit that our sex life was boring.
That was partly because my wife had lost the edge on her sex drive, and seemed to endure my advances rather than welcome them, but also because — I hate to say this — I wasn’t as aroused by her body as I had once been.
For all I know, she felt the same thing about mine. But I was vain enough to doubt, because I knew I was still in pretty good shape. I ran and swam regularly, watched my weight, was fairly careful about what I ate, so I carried no more than a few extra pounds. The only drawback, as far as I could tell, was that my hair had gone prematurely white — a family trait — which I thought made me look older than I am. My body hair was still mostly gray, but if anything I thought that looked worse, and there were times I thought about shaving it all off.
But whatever my looks, I wasn’t getting enough, sexually. I was horny a lot, and it seemed like I wanted to masturbate all the time. Actually, I did masturbate all the time. I had a pretty vivid fantasy life, involving...