I think what he's saying is that the group seems to me made up pretty much, of older men with a desire to be with other older men. Well, I sort of agree with that, but would hasten to add that it's not so much a "desire", but more a case of facing reality.
Speaking personally, I've been happily married for 50+ years and for various reasons, I'm sexually frustrated. I daresay if I really put my mind to it, I might(?) just find a willing lady partner to relieve that frustration, but I wouldn't want the risk of my wife finding out and our lives being wrecked.
Sexual banter with other guys online offers a form of relief. Face to face contact with other guys in similar situationa is even better.
Once you get your mind round it, a guy's hand or mouth can feel pretty much the same as a woman's - some would even say better. My wife has no problem with and doesn't question me spending a few hours round at a mates house, but if that mate were to be a woman, she wouldn't be so keen.

My older sister.

I can empathise with all the above comments. I was curious for many years and turned down many opportunities to meet with other guys that I'd only briefly met online.
I eventually found a guy online. We lived local to eachother, of similar ages, married with kids, and both in exactly the same situation - extremely curious, but too scared to take the intial plunge.
We chatted online for well over a year, swapped photos and shared a few stories until eventually one day, we were confident enough to meet up.
I invited him here one day when my wife was out. After an embarrassing start with two "virgins", neither knowing how to get started, we eventually undid eachothers flies and the rest came about quite naturally. We stripped eachother, wanked, sucked and swallowed, so not bad for a first date.

So in answer to the question, what would have helped make it easier would have been somewhere to chat openly, with no pressure, and you can see where the person is located and his age. The guy I met up with was the only one of several dozen who was not in a rush, not pushy, and happy to take it a nice steady pace, the same as me.

My older sister.

My best mate from when we were 13. We used to bunk off school and spend the days at his house perving thru his dad's girlie mags. We started off rubbing ourselves through our trousers the first time. Next time we were braver and took them out and wanked in full view of eachother.
The third time we decided to get naked and do it in front of eachother. That only lasted a short while before we decided to go up onto his bed and wank eachother.
I was still unable to cum at the time but he was more physically mature so it was great fun draining it for him.
That became the norm - bunk off school, round to Dave's house, up to his bedroom, strip off and spend the day messing around together.

My best friend and I used to do it from about 9 years old. I'm not sure what we got from doing it or even how we came to be doing it at that age - I guess it was just something "naughty" to do.
The first time I did it with a purpose was aged 13. It was a different friend from senior school. We used to bunk off school, go round to his house, get naked and wank together over his dad's girlie magazines.
Needless to say, wanking quickly turned to sucking which was more fun.
I then had a 55 year break until the next time at age 68.

I did it at 13 with a mate opf miune but can't really remember what it was like. The next time I tried I was 68 and it was good. I remember being nervous becasue it wasn't just [laying around as kids any more.
My intention was to stop sucking just before he cum, then finish him by hand. But once he got well underway, he gripped my head and literally fucked my mouth.
I just went with it and let him,. The next thing was he shouted at me to look up at him. As soon as I looked up he exploded in my mouth.
It wasn't unpleasant at all, but like your mouth filling from the inside, then having to swallow.
It's definitley not unpleasant. It just tastes a bit salty but sticks round your tongue.

It became a fantasy to watch her being fucked after I heard her with another guy.
Way back in the 70's when we were in our early 20's, we experienced RAF married quarters in Europe for the very first time. We were taken under the wings of an older army couple who had been in various married quarters before and knew the ropes. On reflection, I think we were probably groomed by them. They used to joke about all the swapping that happened in previous quarters they'd lived at, so they sort of "normalised" it.
With a fair bit of anxiety, we agreed to try it. We'd split into separate bedrooms, me with his wife and him with mine. It worked well and yes, we both enjoyed it. I didn't ever see them together but heard every sound they made together. I found that extremely exciting and often fantasised about them together but never thought to change the routine.
One Christmas, he and I were both on duty. His wife wanted to be with her family in the UK so she flew home on her own. We made him welcome at our place and for the first time ever, we experienced a MMF threesome relationship.
My fantasy of watching her came true, and it far exceeded expectations. Every day for the entire 10 days over that Christmas period I watched her submit totally to him as he used her body to satisfy his lust and shoot his cum inside her.
Most times I took second place after him, but sometimes I went first and watched afterwards. When his wife came back, we sometimes did it with all four of us on the twin beds in the spare room. Despite their previous experience, they'd never done it in font of eachother either, so it was new and exciting to them as well.
Watching my wife suck him off was just a good.

I have done it a few times over the years but remember the first time I ever did it was in my early teens. I was nosing round in my parents bedroom and found a used condom under the bed. I picked it up to examine it and found it was full of my dad's cum. It had turned watery, so I presumed it was from the night before.
I found it quite a turn on knowing that the condom had been on my dad's cock, pushed up into my mum's pussy until he shot his load into it and she probably creamed over the outside.
Dad hadn't knotted it so the end was open. I decided to roll it back, and slip it onto my cock which was hard from my examination of the condom.
As soon as I had it on, I had the urge to wank. Dad's cold cum in the tip of the condom lubricated my cock as I wanked, and eventually, I watched as my fresh white spunk mixed in with the clear spunk left there already by my dad.
I took it off and placed it back under the bed exactly as I'd found it. My fantasy after that was that my dad would re-use it, so my cum would wash over the end of his cock, and then get pushed up into my mum's pussy. I doubt if that ever happened but it gave me many a good wank thinking about it.

For simplicity, another guy. It's far easier to find reasons why you and he meet up and if you stay overnight the wife doesn't suspect anything.
It's still sex, albeit different, but if you're comfy that it's with another guy, it makes no odds.

It happened to me but many years ago when we were both 13. We used to masturbate together and one day he asked if I'd suck it for him. Anything for a but if fun, so I did. Well, it was in the days before I could cum, but he was more physically mature than me, and he could.
I was expecting him to stop me before he got to that point, but surprise, surprise, he didn't. I backed off straight away and he apologised. I said it was okay but I wasn't expecting it. So next time, he warned me when he was about to cum and it was better. I had no problem doing it. He used to do not back to me but sadly we moved house before I was ever able to cum in his mouth.

Brings back many memories from growing up!

My first ever experiences of sucking were when learning about my sexuality. First was aged about 8 or 9 with my friend and neighbour. I think it was sheer devilment knowing it was probably the "dirtiest/naughtiest" thing we could do. Next was at 13 with a school friend. We knew then what it was all about. He was able to cum (I wasn't at the time) and I tasted his cum a few times and just remember it as being a salty liquid and not at all unpleasant.
My next time was some 55 years later at the age of 68. This was with a guy I met online who, as it happened, lived just a mile from me. This was a more serious encounter as we both knew what we wanted to do. We both sucked and swallowed each time we met up.
I agree with Minkey - his semen tested just like my own, so a slightly salty taste, and I can also equate to what Minky describes as a sort of zingy sensation which I struggle to describe. I would say I get the sensation in my throat though, rather than my mouth. I find it impossibe to describe, but "zingy" is pretty close.
I was extremely anxious the first time I let him cum in my mouth, but the fact that it tasted just like my own, and the fact that I was sexually excited by what we were doing made me want to do it.
Best thing is try it. It really isn't unpleasant and if you're like me, you'll enjoy doing it.