After the divorce, I was able to keep my house, although little else.. The divorce had nothing to do with my sexual habits, those were still a secret, so after she'd removed her things, I was able to take a deep breath, and get back to living. I'd been curious about gay sex from middle school on, but never acted on it college. After that, it was sporadic, but over the years I still gained a lot of experience. At age 50, I was still in decent shape and fairly trim. At the time of the divorce, it had been over a year since my last encounter, so now that I was alone, I hoped to have the freedom to indulge myself. My intent was to remain in the closet, since I was still very much attracted to women, but dating was going to be on hold for a while.
An older couple lived next door. They were friendly enough, but kept to themselves, although the wife did bring over some food after my wife left. Behind our row of houses was a wooded area, and most of the back yards had a variety of trees and shrubs in them. I was on the mower on a Saturday, when I saw a car pull up next door, and two college-age guys got out. The older couple met them with hugs, so I guessed one of them was a grandson. Sure enough, the wife was outside with her dog later, and told me that her grandson and his friend were visiting for a few days. Later, after dark, I was back outside, having heard something and was taking a look around. Not finding anything, I turned to go back in, and glanced over at the neighbors. A light was coming from a basement window in the back of the house. I knew the layout of their basement, having helped them with a water leak, and was pretty sure the window was to a bedroom in the basement. Curiosity got the best of me, and I slipped over to peek in the window.
I hoped I might get to see one of the young guys in underwear, or better yet, nude, but I wasn't ready for what I saw. They were nude, all right, and the grandson had his cock buried in the ass of his friend. Shocked, I sank down to my knees, and took in the scene through the window. The grandson, a good looking blonde hunk, I guessed was about 5-10, with a lean swimmers body. He was standing behind is buddy, holding onto the guy's hips as he fucked his ass. The other guy had dark hair and was shorter and skinny, but had a nice round butt. He was bent over, with his hands on the bed for support. I was transfixed, totally blown away by the erotic sight of the two hot guys having sex. On it's own, my hand slid down to the front of my shorts, and slowly rubbed my cock through the material. The blonde haired guy was really giving it to his partner, hard and fast, and after a minute I watched him push in and hold it in place. He's cumming, I thought to myself. Sure enough, after a minute or so, he pulled out, letting me get a good look at his nice cock. It looked to be about 8 inches.
His buddy flopped down on the bed, his cock bobbing around as he did. He had a hard 6, maybe a bit more. The blonde guy got down on his knees between the other guys legs, and started to suck him off. It didn't take long, the dark-haired guy raised his hips, and it looked like he was cumming in the blonde's mouth. The blonde got on the bed too, and they started making out. I snapped out of my daze, and hustled back to my house, lucky that I had not been seen. The image of the pair fucking was still vivid, and I jacked off to my own orgasm as I replayed it in my head. I prefer to bottom, and imagined it was me taking the blonde guy's thick cock. It was a nice fantasy, but I held no illusions that I'd ever get to try his cock, or that of any other younger guy. My partners the past few years had been my age or older. Lots of fun, but at my age who wouldn't want to have fun with a young girl or guy.
A couple of days later, I saw the two guys leave, and figured their stay was over. However, that afternoon, the grandson returned. That night, I stepped out into the back yard, and saw a dim light from the basement window. I couldn't resist, and went over for a look. Luck was with me, he was on the bed, naked, pumping his cock with one hand, and looking at his phone with the other. Once again, I rubbed my cock as I watched him stroke his, and soon he was shooting cum up onto his belly. A few minutes later, I was doing the same thing in my bed. I was very intrigued by this guy, and although I didn't think I stood a chance, I decided that I'd try to chat with him if I saw him outside. As it turned out, the next day, my neighbor came over, and said he and his wife had a doctor's appointment, and would I be around if his grandson needed anything? Of course, I told him I would, thinking this might give me the opportunity to talk to the guy. An hour later, I heard the lawn mower running. I went outside, and he was mowing their yard, dressed only in shorts and running shoes. He saw me, and stopped, shutting down the mower.
"Hi, how are you, I'm John." He walked over, sweat glistening on his tanned skin.
"Hey, I'm Ted, and I'm really hot, should have waited until later to do this job." I nodded in agreement.
"It sure is. You want a water, or something else?" He wiped his arm across his forehead, and grinned at me. Man, he was good looking. I couldn't help myself, I took a quick glance down his body to his crotch, seeing the outline of his cock. He saw me do it, and when I looked back up, his expression had changed, to kind of a quizzical look.
"Yeah, that sounds awesome. Tell you what, it's too hot for this, so how about I take a quick shower, then I'll take you up on it." My heart started to beat fast, was this really happening?
"Great. In that case I'll make it beer."
"Sweet, I'll be over in about 10 minutes." He took off around the back of their house, and I hustled inside. I'd had a good thorough shower earlier, so I was good there. I got out a couple of glasses, and sat down to wait. It was just over 10 minutes when the doorbell rang, and I let him in. We sat down with our drinks, and made small talk. He told me his friend had been his college roommate, and had come to visit for few days. He was staying with his grandparents for a couple of weeks, to help them out with some home repairs. I told him about my divorce, and we discussed our jobs. When he asked if I was seeing anyone, I told him I wasn't, that I was keeping a low profile for a while. He paid me a nice compliment, saying I wouldn't have any trouble getting dates. I thanked him, and returned the compliment. That was when he opened the door.
"Well, I'm actually more interested in guys," he said, sipping at his beer, but looking at me close to gauge my reaction. I nodded, and took a drink of my own.
