My hands were drawn to his chest, strong and mildly hairy, nipples erect. Clenched together below the waist, he leaned back and slowly pulled my shirt off, then peeled off his own. I nodded, we hugged tighter, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around one of his as he did the same to me. I stood up when he returned and tried to explain something, but he embraced me, ran his hand up the back of my thigh, and gave my ass a firm squeeze. My heart thumped as he walked away and I realized I liked the kiss. Brad got up and, before getting us another drink, he leaned over the couch I was on, gave me a quick but soft kiss on the lips, and told me not to be shy. I knew at this point I wanted him, but didn't know what to do. We sat for another drink on an ornate porch. As I admired the details of his home, I was struck by Brad's very attractive personality, his subtle, nice "gayness", and his very well-maintained body. My mind raced as I made the half-hour drive to his place, cock throbbing in my shorts.īrad welcomed me, put a beer in my hand, and gave me a tour of his house - a beautifully decorated Victorian-era that was way too big for one. He was really glad to hear from me, wasn't going to the picnic, and invited me over to his house for the afternoon. I honestly wanted to get to know him better and, yes, there were some vague sexual ideas. As soon as she left, I nervously called his number, not knowing where it might lead. She was alright with that and set out by herself with plans to meet me later for the dinner. The next day, my wife was set on going to the picnic, but I wasn't. Before I left, we exchanged numbers with a plan to talk more in the future. As the "gay thing" didn't bother me like it obviously did some others, I talked with him for over an hour. I had heard he was gay and ran a small, high-end hair salon about 30 miles from our hometown. I found him very friendly and intelligent, and he had certainly aged better than most of the guys. One guy I really enjoyed talking with was Brad, who had really just been an acquaintance in school. On Friday night, we connected with lots of old friends and caught on the years, pretty much socializing separately. We had plans for a Friday night mixer, Saturday picnic and golf, and a formal dinner/dance on Saturday night.
My wife and I graduated in the same high school class, and our twentieth reunion was a few weeks ago. However, I'm certainly not homophobic, and in the back of my mind, I had thought that if somehow everything was perfect and I had some new, strange attraction to a particular man, well, maybe I could.
But, never have I had any sexual contact with another male, and I was convinced I had no plans to do so - particularly not in a park restroom or a stranger's car. There are a lot of guys out there, I know, gay, straight, or somewhere between that are open to discreet sex with other guys. I don't get turned on by men, but think about sex constantly and exclusively with women. I'm a 38 year-old straight man, I've been married 12 years, I love my wife, and I'm committed to our marriage. No doubt, there are at least a few men (maybe some women, too?) out there that can relate to my position. I'm still so excited by the experience I thought it would be fun to write about it and share it on this site. I recently lived out one of my long-kept-secret sexual fantasies.