At first, I thought it was just me. I was a youthful-looking, fit married guy in his early 60s whose sex life fell off the edge of the earth. Every other aspect of my life was almost storybook perfect. My wife and I shared the same bed, but menopause crushed her libido and turned sex into an excruciatingly painful experience for her. As time went on I started having more and more homoerotic thoughts. I secretly joined a hookup website for older men looking for men. I discovered I wasn't alone. I found tons of guys just like me in the chat rooms.
The problem was that they were too much like me. All of my strongest fantasies were about giving, not receiving. I learned that made me a "bottom." The site was full of total bottoms in search of a top. After a ton of private messaging and some role-play chats, it was clear that finding a sane, safe top nearby would be impossible. The role plays and chats were hot but I resigned myself to the fact that nothing was ever going to happen.
I doubled up on my workouts at the fitness club to compensate for the lack of sex. That worked but I had to be careful not to get caught checking out other guys' cocks in the locker room. One time after I long session I decided to sweat in the sauna before taking a shower. No one else was in the sauna when I went in. I took a seat on the top bench and adjusted my towel around me. A few minutes later another guy came in. He was much taller and at least 10 years younger than me. He had that classic runner's physique. Lean but well-muscled. Proportional and symmetrical.
He stretched out at the far end of the sauna. A few minutes later, he started some small talk. He was easy to talk to and we chatted about a wide range of topics. He didn't look at me while we were talking. Laying back on his elbows he stared up at the ceiling. I thought that was a bit odd, but it was good just to have an intelligent conversation. The next time I looked over his small towel had shifted a little. I could see most of his cock. I quickly looked away. I tried not to look but my eyes kept drifting back to it. A few minutes later he abruptly stood up said goodbye and walked out. I stayed in the sauna longer than I wanted to to make sure he had enough time to shower and go before I came out.
Over the next month, I bumped into him at the gym several times. His name was Sam. He was married with two kids both in their 20s now. Sam was so easy to talk with. There were a few more times when we ended up in the sauna at the same time. Each time it seemed like he was exposing himself to me on purpose now. His cock was amazing. I figured it was a shower, not a grower. Even completely flaccid, Sam's cock looked thick and hefty. I convinced myself that I was being super discreet and stealthy in my longing looks at his perfect cock.
One Saturday I decided to go to the gym mid-morning. I usually work out later in the day or after work. I was surprised to see Sam there. He came over to say hello and we talked as I moved from machine to machine. "Hey, can I ask you a question," he said suddenly. My mind raced and I tried to cool down and said something dorky like "sure shoot" or something like that. "You said you've done some home remodeling right? I finally got my wife to give me the green light to finish the basement into a man cave. I'd love to get your thoughts on the project." We talked about it for a few more minutes and then Sam gave me his address. He said he was done and was heading home. He asked me to stop by whenever I was done working out.
