I met “Jon” (not his real name) eight years ago when I was 59 and he was 22. He actually cruised me on a gay pickup site. Upon meeting it was obvious that I had something that he craved (and I’m not speaking physical/sexual), and of course, as an older man I wasn’t going to turn down the affections of a younger, hot man! He moved in with me three months after meeting. We had some great sex for several years, always initiated by him. The relationship was never romantic, but it became very much about caring for each other.
Fast forward eight years, we are still living together but have not had sex, cuddling nor even quick touching below the belt (his rules) for several years. He now hooks up/dates men his age, which I totally agree is better for him, while obviously I miss the sex/cuddling. He is now much more like a son. And he says he is more likely to care for me in my old age than he will for his own (divorced) parents. (No need to go into it, but this relates back to what he craved in me when we met.)
