I'm a 67-year-old gay male. I've lived the good life. Two solid long-term relationships. And I've already outlived most of the males in my family history. I am still in good health. Thank goodness.
I live with a 20-year-old twink. We're lovers. I try to be honest with him. I ask the same. He's a good and decent person. I love him. He doesn't say it much, and that's okay.
Remy is 5'7. Trim. So sweet-looking. Adorable. Acts very fem. He's a proud sissy.
He likes going naked. Of course I like it too. We have a modest pool, so it seems natural.
Remy loves sex. He's always anxious to make love. I do my best to satisfy him. I don't mind him being with others.
It's a good life. I think for both of us. I don't have a lot of money. But I do own this house. I have no heirs. He will inherit. He says that doesn't matter. He may care about me more than he can express. He's told me he's never loved anyone.
I feel deep affection for him. Love, but love aware of our age difference. I want the best life for him. I want that more than anything.
We're in bed making love. His body is so hot. His skin is so creamy. Everything about him turns me on. I'm licking him. We both like that. He likes the attention. I like licking his 20-year-old body.
I'm kissing his feet. Rubbing them on my face. He's giggling. I love that he is so girly. Sometimes he crossdressers for me.
I rub his sexy feet on my cock and balls. He's laughing. Now, I'm tickling him. I like his laughter.
He's told me how he's been on the street. Sleeping under bridges. Scared. Prostituting himself. He could be a model. He could be anything. Instead he was sucking dicks for food. Getting fucked in alleys.
I want him to be safe, forever. I want him to find his true self. His best self.