Much of this story is based on a true experience, with a tad of spice thrown in for the flavor.
It had been about 2 months since my wife and I had separated. She had taken our 2 boys, aged 4 and 1, and moved to the city, about 5 miles away, still in New York State.
The main reason we had separated was that she had a very strong sex drive, and my own was lacking. She was emotionally stressed because she found it almost impossible to turn me on. The final straw was when she found out I was cheating on her, with guys!
I loved my wife, but was never "in love" with her. I know now, that I would never be able to fall in love with any woman, and, unfortunately, I have yet to find the right man to fall in love with. At that time, I was still in the closet, and had not even accepted, to myself, that I was gay.
This particular Saturday night I was bored, and decided to go down the local bar, and have a couple beers. I was pretty familiar with most of the clientele that usually frequented this bar but I noticed this young man, probably 23 or 24 that I had never seen before. He was sitting at the bar, nursing a beer, and seemed to be alone, and I sat on the stool next to him.
"Hi, how's it going?" I said, "I'm Doug."
"I'm John," he answered. "Most everybody calls me Butch. Things aren't going too well for me right now. I'm a long way from home, and wondering where I'm gonna sleep tonight, as it is kinda cold outside."
He looked somewhat attractive to me, and, being that I have a soft heart I offered him the option of sleeping on my couch, which he accepted. After another beer or two, we left and headed home in my car. Home was only about 3 blocks away.
"Are you married?" Butch asked.
"Separated, and living alone now." Butch smiled.
After we got to my place, I made us some coffee, and fixed a couple sandwiches, so we wouldn't need to go to bed hungry.
When my wife moved out, I let her take the full size bed, and that left me with just a twin bed in the spare bedroom, which was just off the living room. I got him a spare pillow and blanket so he could sleep fairly comfortable on the sofa.
I turned the lights out, except for the one in my bedroom. I left the bedroom door open while I stripped naked for bed, then cut off the bedroom light, leaving the door wide open, and crawled into my bed. I was not in bed more than about 5 minutes when Butch spoke up.
"It's kinda cold and lonely out here." Butch said.
I responded, "I only have this twin bed, it might be kind of cozy, but I am willing to share it, come on in."
I was more than willing to share it, I wanted to share it with Butch. Butch came into the room, dropped all of his clothes on the floor, and crawled in bed with me. So now we are both in a twin size bed, naked.
I tried to slide over to the far side of the bed to put some space between us and he just cuddled right up next to me. Just having him in my bed naked, I felt my cock getting hard. There is no fucking way I can be in bed with an attractive naked young man next to me and still keep my hands at home.
I turned onto my right side and slowly let my left hand drift onto his chest, softly stroking his chest, and down to his stomach and abdomen, eventually reaching his erect cock. My own erection was stabbing him in the hip. I could feel that, not only was he erect, he was leaking pre out of the tip.
He wasn't real big, probably about 5½" long and average girth, what I would call a pleasant mouthful. Maybe just a tad bigger than I was.
"Hey Butch, you're hard!" I said.
Then he turned over on his left side, facing me, and wrapped his right hand around my dick.
