I was in a sauna once, a bath house if you like, but if you haven't quite got what they are, a male on male sex on premises venue. I came across two young guys who were clearly friends. They were standing next to each other chatting away, as friends do, but they were also playing with each other, if you get my drift.
They were interested in me and brought me into their 'conversation'. Except it wasn't conversation I had with them. While I was included, I wasn't included in the conversation. They just kept on chatting between themselves. Quite a weird experience.
Twenty five years or so ago, I think I had sex with a friend. I am not
really sure. It was at dance party at the old South Melbourne Cricket
Ground. It was quite dark and there were private areas. It was
the magic of the moment and there was a third person involved (I remember him clearly. He was hot as, and wearing a bridal veil) but at some point, I 'woke' up and reality kicked in and I departed, no doubt to search for R to see what he was up up to.
There may well have been other experiences in my life that taught me that there aren't rules about relationships, sex and friends; that there doesn't have to be a delineation but the first mentioned experience was salient. They were friends firstly and had sex if they felt like it, but they were not a committed couple.
Without any reflection on my and R's relationship, I am well over sex. There were days when I found it a mind blowing experience and I have certainly had my share. Sex can be absolutely fantastic and a beautiful thing. For mine now, it is a base animal lust that has to be satisfied. There is no magic in it anymore for me. Some men are troubled by this when they get to a certain age, but to lose one's appetite when one gets older is quite a natural thing.
It is a blessed relief really. I just can't be bothered and it gives me more time for other things. The pig with its snout in the trough is sated.