In my mid forties I got divorced, and lost everything. I moved into a one bedroom apartment in a complex close to my job to get my life started again. Next door to me was a man, a Mexican national, who worked for an import export business (Tequila). Manuel was in his thirties. We became neighbors and friends and went out to eat once in a while. For the World Cup he invited me over. He had a simple set up, nothing fancy, no big TV or anything. I was new to soccer so he explained everything.
Then something happened. Manuel went into his room and did not close the door. He got out of his pants, in plain view from the living area, and got out of his white briefs and pulled on a pair of panties. Orange lacy panties. He checked his bulge in the mirror and came out to watch the game with me. Manuel wanted to kiss. Make out kiss. He was very smooth, even his legs were smooth. By kiss I mean kiss, he kept saying over and over 'besa me mucho'. Well all that kissing and grabbing and I got an erection of all things. Manuel was on it. Full mouth, used his hands and took my pants all the way off and sucked my dick. 'Que Sabroso'. I came, Manuel was happy, his eyes talked in that way. He had some on his face which he took off with his finger and put it in his mouth, some was in his mouth when I came. 'Somos novios' he told me. And with that a great big long kiss on the lips.
He stood and adjusted his package in his orange panties and went to get two shots of tequila.
I didn't know that novios meant exclusive. Manuel was a pretty good cook, not like me, strictly sandwiches. He wore all colors of panties, and thongs, his bulge hanging there ready for me, I learned how to pleasure him, both manually and orally. The more I gave him oral sex, the more I liked it, the more I got to the point of getting him 'dar me su lechita'. I got his cum to play with between my tongue and teeth and swallow. Manuel was primarily oral, lots of kissing, lots of oral sex. Keeping me hard was his thing, and sucking it all down when I came. He kept his cock totally smooth, and I lapped it up. It wasn't long before I took off Manuel's panties to do the unthinkable, I fucked his gay ass and came in him. What a tight ass, so much tighter than a pussy, He called his ass 'boy pussy',
It got to the point that I looked forward to making out with him, to kiss him profusely, to kiss him passionately. Manuel liked being called 'mariposa' which is butterfly in English. Some man some time in his past used that for his nickname and it stuck. Boy I liked to fuck him.
The downside is that Manuel was more jealous than a woman, he was more clingy. When Manuel said we were novios, that was twenty four seven. I knew I was in trouble waking up with him. Processing what I had done the night before with him. I never in my life thought I would ever lick a man's ass, but I did, I licked his ass before fucking him.
I know I was never 'gay'. Manuel was as gay as you could get. It was the divorce, the rejection. What I still don't understand about it all was the kissing. And why I liked it so much. And miss it.
