I assume you are married to a woman based on your question? Correct?
Since 1981, I have been friends with a guy whose father was director of the VA Hospital here in Palo Alto, my hometown and where I lived almost 20 years of my adult life.
A year later, my friend, his father, some others, and I went on a rafting trip down the American River. They had released a lot of water from a dam upstream, and the river was running very high. On the first big rapid, we all got thrown out of the raft. I got thrown backwards, and my left arm got stuck on something in the boat, pulling my shoulder out all the way. I do not remember being able to swim much with my shoulder like that but somehow was directly pushed by the current to the side. I have always thought how I could have easily gone downstream and drowned, while everyone was occupied getting themselves back to the shore. I also almost drowned on the Snake River in Hells Canyon when I was a teenager, but that is another story.
It wasn't that bad once out of the water, because my friend's father came right over and put my shoulder back in, and I still enjoyed the rest of the trip almost as nothing had happened.
A week or so later I was alone at the mansion where my friend lived with his father, and a friend of the family, who was also a doctor, was caretaker there. I always really enjoyed the dinners he made for us. I was in the upstairs bedroom waiting for my friend, when the caretaker came in. He asked me if I wanted him to help me with my shoulder and lie down on the bed. Knowing he was a doctor, I agreed, but once I was down, he went right into giving me a rimjob. I did not have any willpower to protest and let it happen. He gave me oral sex, and without any feeling I quickly finished, and that was it. I have always considered it rape, but it did not mean a lot to me and has never bothered me very much. The doctor who raped me died about 7 years ago of an AIDS related disease.
I was never sorry I did not just join in with the doctor and have never had any intimate sexual feelings towards a man.
Yes, my wife is a woman.
Three times in my life, I have been offered oral sex. The first time I was in an adult bookstore watching porn in a stall, and a note slid in under the door, saying, "Suck it?" I quickly left and have since always watched my porn at home.
The third time I was getting drunk with a visitor at a small party at my Gilroy, CA house. We had gotten in a conversation of how I couldn't fight and how I have always been very skinny. He insisted to teach me to fight and kept making me hit him. It turned out to be a lot of fun. Later on and with me more drunk, we decided to go for a drive, and he drove my car to a really interesting place in the hills of Gilroy. When we got there he asked me if I wanted to suck his dick. I declined, and he did not seem to care. I was lucky though. I had not taken my jacket, and he parked there a long time late at night, and shortly, it was freezing in my t-shirt. I had to get the car cover out of my trunk, or I would have froze to death.
The second time, I was down the trail off Vista Point on Highway 9. I had poison oak from a trip there a few days earlier. I was breaking off branches so I could see better when I went there often and got carried away the last time and broke off a few vines, not knowing poison oak climbs the trees in vines. So next trip, I was there with poison oak, and a guy came walking up to me. I went there many times, and it was super extremely rare for anyone to come out there. I did almost get hit by a mountain biker who came barreling through at like 30 MPH. Anyway, this guy comes up to me and asks if I want to give him head. I said no and walked back to my car. I thought for sure he could see I had poison oak, and why would he want me to do that then when he could get my rash.
No, I really would hate to get close to a man, unless I had no choice.
Due to depression and not wanting to do anything else and taking a good amount of caffeine pills, I used to drive slowly every day for several years in the late 90's to mid-00's. The only places I drove fast were in the mountains, and I avoided the freeways. The slow pace gave me tremendous peace, and my cars were big, and I didn't worry about anything. I would make the trip last 9-10 hours. My favorite spots were Ghiradelli Square and Portsmouth Square in San Francisco. When I was a student at the Defense Language Institute Foreign Language Center (
www.dliflc.org), we went on a field trip to Chinatown, and I had very fond memories of me and a friend, when we stopped to chat at Portsmouth. I had graduated top of my Air Force Chinese class in 1979. I also went often for a period of time to the museum at the Presidio of Monterey and would stand for two hours on the top of the hill, beside the Sloat monument, which marks when John Drake Sloat declared California part of the U.S.
sloat monument pic - Bing images
But I would most often go to my other favorite spots, the wharf in Santa Cruz, the Japanese Friendship Garden in San Jose, Vasona Lake in Los Gatos and Twin Peaks in San Francisco. I would always stay at each place for exactly two hours. Many times also I would go to much farther away places or just drive non-stop, making the trip last 12-13 hours and very often in the middle of the night. I had thousands of CD's and cassettes and couldn't drive without them.
What are a few minor problems you have had with sex?