And what I found was that, while the sensations of kissing and having my cock sucked were just the same with a man as with a woman, that psychological...element of arousal was just missing. I'm just not cut out for sex with men. So the idea of receiving a facial or a bukkake remained just a pure fantasy for many years.Fast forward to my late 40's, after my divorce. I was looking for sexual variety, seeing as many different women as I could (most of them whores). From time to time in the escort. I increased my pace as I realized she wasn’t going to last a very long time. She whispered to me “keep doing it baby… ahhh….it makes me…unhh…. feel like heaven… I love…Aaahhhhhh”. Before she could even complete her sentence, she came. She spurted her liquids all over my hands and on the couch. After 5 seconds she got up and started kissing me all over. She started from my ears went all the way down kissing my lips biting them. All along I was just pinching her butts and squeezing her boobs and. I think what started it all off was when I offered to carry her bag for her as it was the polite thing to do. It seemed to escalate from there.About a month later we were sitting in my bedroom talking, suddenly she said to me "You know you always carry my bags?, Well that kind of makes you my slave, and slaves should lick their mistresses boots" I laughed at her, but she wasn't laughing, she looked straight at me and said "'I'm serious, lick my boots now". I had no idea what to do, why was she. The next morning (my last day there) when we both woke up, Tommy and I started talking about gay sex. He was very curious and wanted to know details about the movies I watch. As I explained to him how men have sex together, I noticed his dick getting hard in his shorts. Seeing him hard, I stopped talking, stood up from the bed, and removed my clothes. As he stared at me, I said to him “why don’t you take off your clothes” and he quickly did while I laid down next to him on the bed. As we laid.