I came to accept my sexuality at 54 after years of fighting it self loathing and guilt. And marriage vows and two sons.
Will try to avoid long stories here.
First man was 17 years younger, native Polish, built and wonderfully hung. Always good for two rounds. Still friends after 10 years but the hotel hookups ended a couple years ago all my fault. Still hot because he is a vers top , it's so great to be able to make a man's eyes roll back as you hit his spot over and over. We met up every few months for the better part of six years.
One timers were usually mistakes. Business trip bangs at conventions ... hard to resist a guy who's 154 ft away, built like a rock and waiting for you on his bed already bent over to get plowed. Or the equestrian dude I met on an app fucked on his childhood bed at his moms house and left before she got home from work. Or the doc in my home town who took me out for dinner then bred me bare in my back seat in the parking lot of the temple down the street from family home on a foggy night.
I guess my bf also counts as a hook up. We've been together for 8 years. Started as a dinner date at the home of a mutual friend we'd both previously bedded. Only this time the two of us were the dessert in a hot 3 way.
There's also my top daddy buddy who is spectacularly built and hung, so sexy and cool whom I just can't quit. He is very in charge but passionate and tender lots of kissing but I'm all sub with him, he calls all the shots ... very considerately though. I love when he stays in me and comes a second time