While this account is fiction it is based on two real events.
I am a sixty-eight year old male widower who had never had a same sex sexual experience until about six months ago. I met Frank while taking my afternoon walk around the neighborhood. I was walking by his front gate and tripped on a small rock on the sidewalk. He saw me trip and immediately ran to help me. Embarrassed, I picked myself up and told him I was not hurt. We introduced ourselves and had a short chat. He was a couple of years older than me and also a widower. From that day on we had a short visit every afternoon when I came by.
After a while our talks turned to our sex life. One day, out of the blue, Frank asked me how I satisfied myself since my wife had died. At first I was shocked but then I thought it really wasn't a stupid question. I told him that I satisfied myself when I had the urge. He asked me if I had ever considered letting another man provide relief for me. This really shocked me and at the same time really stirred feelings in my groin. He went on to tell me that he had met a man about a year after his wife died that offered fulfillment for him like he had never had before. He asked me if I would like to come in and let him show me.
The next thing I knew I was laying naked in his bed and he was gently holding my cock in his hand. He slowly stroked me with his right hand and gently nibbled on my right nipple. I had never felt anything like this. My wife had masturbated me during our marriage but I had never felt pleasure like this man was giving me. It didn't take long before I was moaning and shooting my small load all over his face. He sat on the side of the bed and asked if I liked that. I answered by pushing him back and reaching for his swollen cock.
We get together now about once a week for all sorts of sexual fun. We have tried every act we can think of and look for new things to try. I can tell you that my sex life at sixty-eight is as good as it ever has been all because of a fall on the sidewalk.