I found that I liked gay men, and a man who befriended me

I grew up in a poor neighborhood in Quito. My father was a mechanic and my mother worked as hairdresser. We lived in a small house. In order to find time alone I went out to the park that was a few blocks from our house. At night, when there were lots of shadows couples met there and had ** on the ground. I watched.

One night I saw two men, young men really, and they were kissing in the shadows, and saw one get the other's ** out and ** him. Later they went into the shadows behind a large tree and both had their pants down and had oral ** with each other. One got on top of the other one and I had a perfect view of him having ** with him.

When I realized that I had filled my pants with my **. I just could not put that out of my mind and it was the reason I developed an addiction to masturbation. My mother made me wash my own underwear. She called me gay because I had liked watching those two men. She didn't tell my father.

At my first job as a janitor in an office I met this man who was an expat in the office. He liked me, and had ** with me often. I liked him having ** with me and I was always ready for him. He told me that he was going to make arrangements for me to go to Boston. In Boston he sent me school to learn English and then to college. I have two degrees, one in Business Finance and one in Law. I work as a business attorney.

I am not that young man, I am much older. I am gay and have a man who is my friend and confidant. We are non practicing gay men. At least with each other, from time to time I go and find a willing young man for the night with me. My expat friend who befriended me is now 80. He is always available to help me.