Finding New Connections After a Divorce

My humble beginnings. I had been exposed a bit to gay sex years before, but it was "just experimentation". But after a divorce, not really finding women appealing at the time, I decided to check out the ads for men seeking men.
I was 35, and found an ad for a 40 year old seeking service. About 10 miles away, near the freeway, cool. I drove over and met Mike, nice house, interesting mood music in the background, he told me to go to his bedroom, disrobe, and kneel next to the bed. I did as he asked, and tried not to notice a few items on the bedside table. He came in shortly, and I learned about those items. He was standing over me, 5ft 11, nude, was slim, with a 7 inch plus cock, not too girthy, but very hard. He guided me up partially onto the bed, told me to stay there, and fitted a blindfold onto me. Then held a vial to my nose and told me to inhale. That was scary, quite the rush, my first experience with poppers. He then fondled my ass as it was sticking up, squeezing my cheeks, I thought I was here to blow him, too late to back out now I guessed. He picked up a paddle from the nightstand and alternated between paddling me, fondling me, and the poppers for me, for quite some time. With the eerie music in the background it was quite hypnotic. My ass was sore but I was loving it when he ordered me to slide back to kneeling beside the bed. He then kissed my forehead, stood fully upright, and fed me his hard cock. It was exactly what I needed. I sucked him like that for 10 minutes or so, time really was hard to guess, but he pulled out, took my hands, and he laid in bed and guided me up on it and between his legs. He fed me more poppers, and guided me down to his cock, to continue sucking. Hypnotic really does describe it. Eerie music, blindfold, first time using poppers, and his cock felt like it was designed for my mouth. He was pinching my nipples, rubbing my shoulders, moaning a bit, I could feel every twitch of his cock. A couple times he pulled me up to him, by his face, giving me more poppers, kissing me so gently, sliding his tongue into my mouth, then having me suck his nipples before going back to his cock. It was surreal. I was sucking and sucking, feeling his body with my hands, lost in the glory of his body, until finally I felt his breathing change, his balls tighten, and that sweet cream shooting into my mouth. It was perfect, I kept sucking until he was spent, squeezing his balls to be sure. He was rubbing my head and praising my work, he removed my blindfold and pulled me up face to face with him in bed. Sliding one hand into my ass crack, he rubbed my back and kissed me again, softly but in command, his tongue deep in my mouth. He rolled me off him, to lying next to him, and told me to relax, that I had done magnificent work. Magnificent. We laid there together for a while, me touching him, he answered some of my questions, this was all new to me. We exchanged numbers, and he did say he would like my ass in the future, but that the head was awesome. Told me how to make sure my ass is clean for future meets. We eventually got up and dressed, and I realized I had been here over 3 hours, most of it sucking his dick. I couldn't believe that he lasted so long, or that I could suck for 2 hours plus. But I loved it. For the next 3 years I sucked Mike's cock weekly, sometimes more. He was the first guy to fuck me, and I loved it. He knew how to set the mood. Sadly, after those years he sold his house, took an RV to see the country, and moved in with his elderly mom when he returned. Her home was too far away to continue getting together. I still miss him, and that wonderful sex. I can imagine it now, sitting on his cock, making out, music in the background, lost in the pleasure of him.