I've read and read again my story and your comments,sex is such a powerful emotion,for so many years I manage to deny myself and then the sight and presence of a naked young man completely changes my life. The thought that I might have homosexual inclinations had never crossed my mind,on reflection I can now see why I was never really aroused by the female body,it was easy to hide my little fetish with undies.I should admit at this juncture that I had on one of my few guilty ridden visits to a public toilet had allowed myself to be masturbated by a young man who tempted me inside a cubicle,he was naked except for a pair of little female knickers,I had hidden that sinful weakness at the back of my mind. The young man now in my living room was a most beautiful sight,knowing that he had obviously seen me behaving in such an unhibited way on the back porch of his home suddenly pretending to being a shocked person would have been so shallow. I have only a vague recollection of the next minute or so,it seemed that the only living thing that I was aware of was the movement,the throbbing motion of his erection as it continued to swell and rise upward.I was aware that he had moved close in front of me his now fully aroused manhood within an inch or so of my face,I could smell the aroma of his shower. I made absolutely no attempt to resist when his hands moved behind my head and slowly drew me forward.I wish I could fully describe the moment he caressed my face with his magnificent manhood,I was completely consumed by more overwhelming sexual desire than I'd ever experienced in my life. I have no memory of my own hands moving up behind him and taking his muscular naked bottom in my grip and at the same time girating my face onto his hot throbbing beast.The only thing that lets me live with my behaviour is that everything that happened seemed so completely natural,though many of my colleagues would consider that having sex with another man is totally unnatural. He pushed me back onto my chair, it was as if he knew that I was absolutely niaive in sexual behaviour,he removed my slippers then opened my belt,that was the first time I felt a little panic,how would my manhood measure up,were my undies spotless,but already he had lowered my zip,he smiled at me in an assuring way,his hand gently felt my own erection through the material of my undies,then lifted the waistband to allow it to spring out. He moved my pants and undies down and off quickly followed by my shirt,he moved his soft hands over my breasts touching and fondling my nipples,my own erect penis,now harder than I'd ever known it to be stood proud and throbbing up from between my widely spread legs. His hands moved from my breasts and with the exception of that young man in the public toilets so many years ago another persons hands entwined my penis.Not a word had been spoken in what was a lifetime,when he softly whispered that he would like to "wank" me,even though the word sounded vulgar,right then more than anything else in the world I wanted him to masturbate me.I didn't need to reply he knew by the way my body was responding to his hold on my erection that the answer was YES. For somebody who needs a bit of time to relieve myself sexually I couldn't believe how close I already was to ejaculating.He placed one hand under my testicles and the other moving slowly at first but then as he could see my urgency increased its grip and speed.I was completely spread-eagled. Like never in my life before from deep inside my being I experienced a sexual eruption,to that moment in my life I had never experienced such an ejaculation both in strength and length. He understood that there is that sudden loss of libido after ejaculation and on that first occasion was only too happy for me to watch while he masturbated,which as it happened was an event which I found very very sexualy exciting.. Even though he is so much more aware than me of sexual activity I find that as my guilt subsides there is lots I want to experience at this time of my life.