I'll start out by saying that before all of this happened, I was a very straight male. I had experienced fantasies of sex with a man before, but I never thought I'd ever do anything about it. I was quite content to be a straight male and just think about the other side of sex.
I guess that's how most men begin. Well, at least that's how I began.
I was on a flight from St. Louis to Los Angeles. It was a vacation for me and I was planning on seven days at the first hotel I could find with a balcony and a view of the ocean.
During the crowded flight, I left my seat to head to the head. There was another guy waiting at the bathroom when I got there. He said that a woman went into each bathroom and it looked like we were going to have a wait. We shared a laugh and exchanged the typical male comments about women.
I asked if he was going to L.A. since the flight was continuing to Hawaii. He said that he was going to the L.A. area on vacation, the first in four years. I told him that it was my first in about three and was looking forward to the beaches.
We exchanged some small talk about were we were going. He said that he had reservations for a room in Redondo Beach. He also had a reservation for a car. He asked where I was going; I told him that as soon as I picked up my car, I was going to flip a coin; heads north of L.A. and tails I'd be heading south.
The ladies exited the bathroom and we entered. When I came out, I found that he was also coming out of the other bathroom. I made a comment that we'd have to stop meeting like this and began walking back to my seat. I was on the isle and it turned out that the guy I was talking with was in the seat across from me.
So, for the rest of the flight, we talked across the isle. Normal stuff, like football, car racing, jobs, traveling and the like. Spending time chatting really made the flight pass quickly. Before I knew it, we were descending for the landing.
The weather was fantastic! Low to mid eighties, light breeze blowing and clear skies. After exiting the plane, and while waiting for the luggage, I introduced myself to my new friend. Mike told me that if I found myself in Redondo Beach, I could look him up for a beer or two. He gave me the name of the hotel he was going to be at and told me to give him a call.
We got our bags, mine came first and I headed off to the car rental without another thought. I was at the car rental place, got my keys and was walking off to the lot when I saw Mike walking in.
I waved to him and he called to me. He told me that the airline lost his luggage and that most of his identification was in his checked bag. He asked if I would wait around for a few minutes to make sure he could still get his car.
I went to the counter with him, he got his car and everything was going to be okay. It turned out that the luggage wasn't actually lost, it was in Seattle and the airline was going to bring it to his hotel when they got it back.
Outside in the lot, we found our cars. Mine was a convertible and his a sedan. At the cars, I announced that it was time to flip the coin.
"Heads north and tails south!" I flipped and the coin landed on heads, I was going north. Mike again offered to meet me in Redondo for a beer. He said that there are tons of hotels up that way and the beaches were pretty nice. I took him up on the beer and told him that I would follow him to his hotel.
I figured that a beer with my new friend on the first day of my vacation at a bar at (or close) to the beach would be great. So we got into our cars and headed out.
It took us about 30 minutes to get to his hotel. I went to the desk with him and he got the key for his room. I went along to the room too. The hotel was nice and right on the beach. There were palm trees and flowers all over the place and bars and restaurants within walking distance in any direction, except west.
We got to his room and it was wonderful! It was a suite with a separate bedroom, living room and a balcony with a view of the beach. We were on the twelfth floor and I found that this would do just nicely for a hotel for me as well.
I told Mike that I was going to go get a room and that I would meet him at the desk whenever he was ready for that beer. He said that he was ready now, "nothing to unpack," and went with me.
I got my room and got my two bags from the car. Mike carried one and I with the other, we went up to my room on the tenth floor. My room was just as nice, same view just two floors lower than Mike's room.
We threw the bags into the room and headed out to explore the area. We took my car, with the top down and drove around the area until we found a nice little place that was on the beach.
Walking into the bar, the air-conditioned room felt great! We walked through the bar and out to the deck in the back. There was a breeze that was coming in off the ocean and the smell of the salt water mixed in just right with the setting of the bar.
We ordered our drinks and a steak dinner for each. We ate our dinners, drank a few more beers and sat chatting for some time.
We'd had four or five drinks each and were really enjoying the night. The sun was just setting and the temperature was dropping into the seventies. I loved this! My first vacation in such a long time and here I was!
Women in bikinis were walking by the bar, women inside the bar, women were everywhere. All shapes, all sizes, some tanned, some not. Each and every lady I saw was a beautiful sight.
I suggested that we find a livelier bar and maybe some company for the rest of the evening. I was sure that my hopes were pretty high, but why not?
Then Mike dropped a bomb on me.
"Jeff, I'm gay"
"I don't think that company would be the same for you as it would for me."
"But," he said, "I'm fine right were we are."
I didn't know how to take that. I enjoyed Mike's company, but I didn't want to sleep with him! "What do you mean"? I asked.
"Look, were having a great time and we have been since we met on the plane."
"Why disturb that tonight?"
I didn't really have a good answer for him. I'm not a phobic, but I've never spent any amount of time with a gay man. He saw me contemplating my answer and spoke up again. "I'm not going to rape you."
"Here's my suggestion, we spend some more time having drinks and talking just like before I told you that I'm gay."
"Then well figure out the rest."
There it was! He was interested in me and had ideas about later for the two of us. It was too much for me though. "I'm sorry Mike, I'm not gay or even bi."
"I'm going to take you back to the hotel." I figured that if I dropped him off, I would still have time that evening to find a woman to spend some time with.
We got into the car and headed to the hotel. Then I started feeling like an idiot. Here I was, shunning this guy just because he's attracted to me. And, the fact that he was attracted to me was kind of flattering.
"I'm sorry Mike." Let's grab a six-pack and head to the beach. We'll talk about this thing and get it figured out.
So we did, we stopped at the liquor store, got some beer and headed to the hotel. We parked the car, and walked from the parking lot to the hotel's private beach. There were signs all over the place about open containers and it was quite evident that the hotel wouldn't allow it.
"Let's go to your room and sit on the balcony." And with that, Mike headed toward the hotel. "Shit!" I thought. Just what he wanted but what the hell? He couldn't rape me, could he? So, I followed him.
We got to my room and out on the balcony. This was paradise. The breeze was still blowing and the smell of the ocean was fantastic. Just what I was looking for in California, I missed the ocean so much!
We sat on the lounge chairs and drank beer. For a long time we were silent. I broke the silence with Mike. "I know I already told you. But, I'm not gay or even bisexual. I don't know if you're hoping to have sex with me, but I'm not interested in sex with a man."
"I know what you've said. I'm not trying to pick you up. But, I also know that there are men who are straight and still have thoughts of sex with a man. All I want you to know is if you lean in that direction, maybe we can try it out. If not, we'll drink beer and have a great start to our vacation."
With that, we clinked bottles and both took long pulls from the cold beer. I couldn't resist rational like that.
We drank and talked about the ocean, the breeze, places we had been before. At some point, we had both finished our beer and reached down for another bottle. It was like some kind of a movie. We grabbed the same bottle and then stopped and looked at each other.
Now, I don't know if it was the beer, or my sometimes fantasy of having sex with a man or what it was. But, before I knew what I was saying, I croaked from the inner most frog in my throat, "what's it like to have sex with a man?"
"It's just like having sex with a woman. Except for the beard and the fact that both are men." I was shocked that he didn't mince his words. We were still looking at each other and I let a smirk start across my face and said "and the fact that there are two hard cocks instead of just one."
Mike laughed, I laughed and he took the last beer. While he was opening the beer, I said: "hey, that's not fair!" He took a long pull off the bottle and then said: "we can share." He reached across me and held the bottle to my lips and raised it for me to drink. After the drink, I felt embraced, I think I actually blushed. Mike was hitting on me.
"We have to have more beer and I'm going to the liquor store." Before I had the chance to get out of the lounger, Mike was over me, with one hand on each of the arms of the chair.