When I 1st came out, I was just over 35 and knew no thing about gay studs. I was introduced to a guy named Sebastian who I thought was the best looking, most intelligent and thrilling person I ever met. We went out several times for dinner and a video and lastly that guy asked me to go home with him. By then, I was so fucking much in love with him that I had no idea what we’d be doing. Since this chab had a great ass, I thought i would climb on top and fuck his brains out. What a surprise THAT night turned out to be. After we sucked around for a while, he flipped me over, shoved my legs back and started a lengthy slow insertion in my butt. Since I had at no time been drilled before, it truly hurt, but I loved him so much, I did not ask him to stop. At that time, I did not know everything about this top/bottom crap, so when this lad finished, I wanted to fuck him. NO WAY, he told me. i am THE TOP. To make a long story short, we became paramours and I was introduced into the joy of getting fucked. Psychologically it hurt for a while, but I got used to it. three years later, this chap dumped me for a teeny bopper and i have solely heard from him one time. this guy got dumped by the kid who didn’t have time for an “old man.” And this guy wanted to come back. NO WAY. But one thing for sure, no one has screwed me SINCE!!!