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I hope you don't mind this old man of 68yrs old writing this blog.  It all started when I was about 7yrs old even then I knew I was different.  One day this new lad joined my class and straight away I fell in love with him. He was the same height as me with blond hair, the biggest blue eyes and a smile that filled the whole classroom.  I wanted to be close to him all the time and luckily he sat next to me.  Needless to say we became firm friends and the more we were together the more in love with him I became.   I was the first lad in my class to reach puberty and in those days after sports you had to have a shower and the lads would stare at my cock as it was so much bigger than theirs at the time and loved it when I got a hard on for them and would want to touch it, oh boy I was in heaven.  My beautiful friend a few months later also hit puberty. One day he got hold of my hand and put it in his trouser pocket.  he had made a hole in his pocket and his hard cock was easy to get hold off and so I wanked him off under the table at the same time he played with mine.  That night I made a big hole in my pocket to he had easy access to my cock.  We had several sleep overs and and he gave me my first BJ and I gave  my first BJ.  At the end of our education I joined the Army, and never saw my friend again.  Being in the army  and gay was very difficult as it was highly illegal.  But I did manage to have a BF and we were together for 5 yrs. On leaving the army after 25 years life was difficult. trying to settle down as a civilian again.   However I went into the teaching profession teaching English to 11yr-17yr olds, which I really enjoyed. I had a couple of affairs with older men but nothing too serious. When I was 60yrs old and thinking this is it I will never find a BF, whilst shopping in Derby UK I decided to have a coffee.  Sitting at a table opposite me was a young tall lad who kept smiling at me and we got talking.  He was 19 and gay and he told me he fancied me.  He moved in with me ans it was total love and devotion. He wouldn't go anywhere without me and visa versa.  He was a commis chef  and doing really well, Then the bubble burst the restaurant closed down and he was made redundant.  I came home one night from work and I could see tears in eyes and he told me his old boss had got a job in London and he could take him.  I told him he must go and take the Job as he may never get another chance like that again.  With difficulty he agreed.  The night before he left we snuggled up together in bed as normal but were crying and neither of us slept that night savouring the last few hours we had together.  When he left I felt as if my heart had been ripped out and my arms chopped off.  I still hear from him at least 3 times a week and he has moved on with a new friend.  Please, if you have a BF treasure every second because when you get to my age finding a BF is nearly or I should say impossible.