It was perfectly normal that we'd be at his house to drink a few beers and his partner would definitely be gone awhile.
It was the right guy (a gay healthcare pro that I've know and been friends with for several years. The only thing that has changed in recent years is that I was pretty sure that if the right situation finally developed, I would almost certainly do it. Next thing you know, I'm 65 and it just isn't happening. But marriage, job, lack of any meaningful blocks of unaccounted for 'me time', the health risks, the discovery risks. My attitude towards gays has evolved over a long period, it must be 20 years anyway since I had to admit that handling another's cock was something I might actually want to do.
