Well, I have been writing about my busy sex life when I was a young man. Now I am 75 years old and I like to look back at my life. I have written over 50 true stories for Sticky Pen. If you have read my stories you know that I was a cock-a-holic and you may wonder how I turned out after all of that excitement! In a few of my stories, I have written that I have been with my lover for over 41 years. I have received mail from readers, asking me how I met my lover and want to know more. Also, I have been asked how life is in old age for an old gay guy. I will now try to answer both questions.

Life in old age is wonderful! I have everything I could even dream about having. Most important is the fact that I have love and am able to give love in return. Let me tell you a little about my guy and how I was so lucky to have found a sole mate back in l961.

I was in the army for 20 years and retired when I was 37. When I was 33 years old (l961), I was stationed in San Francisco, Calif. Life in that city was new to me. I had always been very active sexually and that city was wild (and still is). Back when I was so active, I always wanted the very best that I could find. Since I wasn't too shabby myself, I was always able to find the cream of the crop. In San Francisco there was plenty of anything that a guy would want and I wanted to test it all.

I was able to pull army duty at night, so my days were free. I rented a tiny apartment in the city and was thrilled to cruise around the city, parks, and the bars. However, since I was a sergeant and in the army, my pay was low and the city was expensive. Since I was free during the days, I was able to talk myself into a cool job. I worked on a private yacht! - Well, to me it was a yacht; it was a 52-foot private boat on the San Francisco Bay. It was beautiful! The couple that owned the yacht were great. My job was to take care of their boat, the polishing, cleaning, washing and maintenance. I kept the yacht in top condition.

After working on the yacht for a while, the couple that owned the yacht took a liking to me and would invite me to sail with them on weekends. I bet I was the only soldier that spend his weekends on the San Francisco Bay on a beautiful yacht. We would often meet at the dock on a Saturday morning, the owner and I would check everything out, and then we would go fishing. The boat would be on automatic pilot, so we could zigzag across the bay as we dropped our fishing lines in. We would catch a lot of fish, take them back to our dock and clean them. Then return to their home and have a delicious fish dinner.

Other times we would sail to another dock they had in Marin County and just spend the weekend partying with their friends at the yacht club there. The people were always nice to me and seemed to accept me. This gave me an opportunity to meet a lot of neat ladies