My Late Start In Life As A Cocksucking Bottom

I started late in life on my journey to being a cocksucker, a year or so after my 50th birthday. I had spent years and years of fantasizing about being on my knees, a big, throbbing, boner down my throat and being rewarded with a hot, thick load of man cream. But I should slow down, my dick is already stiffening just typing those words and I need to get this whole story down on paper. Writing this will be cathartic as I confess my adoration for the male member and the sheer thrill I get out of servicing a hard cock to completion.
I’ve always associated with being “straight,” a southern born redneck that enjoys hunting, fishing, football, and pretty girls. But if you saw the look of pure lust in my eyes and the way my cock throbs and leaks when I’m on my knees, naked, getting my face fucked by an alpha male, you would not consider me straight in the least. And I can’t argue with that assessment.
Straight, gay, bisexual…those are just labels that mainstream folks put on sexual preferences, to differentiate themselves from those they consider different, odd, or just plain perverted. Paint me whatever label you prefer, I don’t really care. While I still love beautiful women and enjoy fucking girls of all types, I’m never in a higher state of bliss than when I’m giving a dick a worshipful blowjob.
A little on my background; after I graduated from graduate school, I married my college sweetheart and started a job in a big city. I spent 20 plus years enjoying the good old American dream, nice house, great kids, cool toys, and a social circle of good friends. Thoughts of cock were pretty much limited to a lonely jerk off session now and then.
In my...