I had a request to write a story like this – and well the thought got me going so what the heck – here it is! By the way to all those who have enjoyed my last few stories and written to me – thank you. I apologise for some of the spelling errors and I will attempt to better proof read and spell check in the future.
We are always being told in everything you read that the time people tend to experiment with sex is in their teenage years or in their early 20s. Well here I am, 30 years old and I have not had anything but straight sex with a few women. I am not saying the sex with them has been bad – quite the opposite, but when it gets down to it all I have tried is a few of the usual positions. Now I am 30 years old and lately all I can think about is experimenting a little more when it comes to sex.
My curiosity about sex led me to the Internet and a discovery of sites as wide as you could imagine. I ended in various chat rooms over a period of time and discovered the pleasures of cyber sex. But one thing I did discover was that it was pretty hard to find a woman my age willing even to enter a sexual conversation. So as my curiosity deepened I decided to see what the gay rooms were like. Soon I was hooked, enjoying chats with men of all ages talking about what we would do together. I must admit I was pretty passive at first. I guess I was pretending that it was a woman and not a man saying he wanted to suck my cock. I have never considered myself anything but str8. In fact until these chat rooms I had not even entertained the notion of trying gay sex. But now I was beginning to have those thoughts. One chat room featured incredible pictures of 2 or more guys together. I have never seen any movies other than the rated r kind – and they never show gay guys. Also I just don't have the courage to buy or hire a video like that – silly I know, but that is me. So I was like a kid in a candy store seeing all these images.
After a while chatting and my curiosity growing still, I was beginning to field offers from various guys to meet for sex. I thought about it a lot, but I was scared to arrange such a meeting. I did not want to go to public place, for fear of seeing someone else I knew and I did not want to meet privately for fear of what the guy was like in real life. As I have no gay friends, I thought one day that a gay bar might be my best option. That way I could check out the guy face to face and it was public enough for me to say no if I wanted to back out.
It took a fair amount of courage for me to convince myself to go to a gay bar. Eventually though I circum to the feelings I had. It was a Friday night that I planned my evening out. I made sure all my friends were busy and that I knew where they would be, so I could pick a part of town where they would not be. I made sure I had a few condoms handy and I headed out.
The bar was called 'Queen Tavern' – how appropriate I thought. I had read about it in the paper, how it was the place to be if you were gay. It was hard for me just to walk into the bar alone. I mean how many people turn up to a bar alone and not with anyone even meeting them there. So I walked up to the bar and ordered myself a drink to help me unwind. I checked out the room as I stood there drinking. It was packed full of guys of all ages, shapes and sizes. Suddenly I began to question myself as to the kind of guy I wanted to help me lose my man-to-man virginity. I really didn't know to be honest. So long as they were not too much younger than me and not too old or fat, I think I would be happy.
I had been standing there for a good 10 minutes and I was beginning to wonder what to do if no guy comes and picks me up. I was hopeless at approaching women, so how was I going to go with guys. I didn't have to worry about that for long though. Over the loud music a guy yelled at me – "you here on your own." I nodded my reply and we introduced ourselves. His name was Rick and he had been watching me from across the room with a couple of his mates. It seems Rick had broken up with his boyfriend recently and they were trying to cheer him up – so they encouraged him to come over and say hi. I waved at them and smiled when Rick explained the story.
Rick was one half Malaysian background, and so his skin looked like it had a nice tan. He was a couple of years younger than me and slightly smaller build, although a little bit taller. That made him about 6 foot tall, slim build, dark hair, brown eyes and clean-shaven. Other than the skin colour and the slight height difference we were similar looking guys.
We talked for a while – but it was difficult to hear over the loud music. Rick then invited me to go for a walk. My heart was racing as we headed out. We found a nearby park bench and started talking. Rick was gay and plenty of experience. He was pretty upfront in saying that he was not looking for a relationship – rather he wanted to have a fun time. He guessed that I was new to the scene from the look on my face in the bar when I was standing there alone. Out of nowhere Rick leaned forward kissed me. After I recovered from the shock I started to relax and kiss him back. Our tongues were battling it out as we went deep into each other's mouths.
