Joy Of Oz

I am a happily married man of 55 years. My wife and I have three grown children. We no longer engage in intercourse or any kind of sex. It seems, looking back, after our third child, our sex faded away. I have always wanted to have a good sexual relationship but my wife never caught the bait. So be it. I moved on. One day I was leaving downtown Minneapolis; it started rain heavily. I ducked into a hotel bar and decided to just relax with a scotch and wait out the weather. I sat at the end which seated one around the corner place. A few minutes later, a gentleman looking about my age, came in and sat at the seat next to mine. We were in a 90 degree position to one another. The conversation was as if we had known each other all our lives. It was enjoyable. I had never had a male relationship so easily encountered. After a couple of drinks, he asked if I would like to go to his room and continue our conversation there. I agreed and as soon as we entered the room we looked at each other, put out or arms and melted. It was the most enjoyable sex I have ever had and I realized what I had been missing was men know how to have sex with men. He has since come to Mpls and each time we meet. I love it and I’ve learned, I’m a bottom. Oz

Oz, I am thrilled that you discovered this in yourself, but mourn that it took so many years. Like you I am happily married. I am now 67 and still have a great sex life with my wife. I have also lived a hidden bisexual life since I was 15, a part of my life that is extremely important to me, to my wellbeing and to myself a a “whole” being. For many years my work has occasionally had me traveling and there have been many meals and cocktails at hotel bars. There have been nights sitting alone as well as nights enjoying random conversations with fellow travelers, both male and female. I admit without blushing that those conversations sometimes resulted in a trip to someone’s room to share a sexual encounter, a night of lust. Amazingly those “one-night-stands” sometimes grew to a friendship or relationship of convenience and paths sometimes re-crossed. Those are blissful times. Other such nights ended in forgotten names after uncomfortable goodbyes. Those can be blissful as well, having served their purpose, we move on. Like you, I feel that men know how to please men better than women do. Also like you, I am a bottom, and I have come to genuinely feel that is my place, serving, giving pleasure, receiving a man into my eager mouth or wanting bottom and taking his living seed into me. There are a couple men who I have reconnected with on the road. There are some whose names are forgotten, but I walked away with the satisfaction that a living part of them came with me. – Joseph