I was still at high school, when I realised that I was not like the other boys.
Whilst they were out chasing women, I used to spend most of my free time studying.
At first this seemed to attract a bit of attention but gradually it seemed to become the accepted thing.
It was a Saturday morning, and I was as usual, visiting the local art museum.
I was sketching a copy of the βStatue of David by Michelangelo', when I felt someone's presence behind me.
I turned around and there in front of me was the most handsome looking man I had ever seen, looking not unlike the statue itself.
We stuck up a conversation, and it was not long before were discussing the finer points of the statue.
The way he described the curvature the body, especially the carving of the muscles of the legs and chest, confirmed his appreciation of fine art.
As he spoke his hands appeared to mould the shape of the statue.
He said," Michelangelo must have known the subject like a lover, and spent hours upon hours just studying him, it's perfection. Well almost"
I looked at him and asked," What do you mean by almost?"
Laughingly he said, "If I had been the sculptor, I think I would have given him a little bigger dick."
It was a strange way of putting it but I sort of agreed with him
"Well I suppose that it must be a true representation of his size, but perhaps he could have given him just a little more."
We seemed to be getting on famously and something made me comment that perhaps it was because I was similar in the genital area that it, seemed to be in proportion.
This brought a laugh from my companion, and he said that he thought he would have made a better model in that department.
This of cause caused me to glance at his crotch, and there was no disguising the bulge in the front of his trousers.
He saw me looking and said, "Not gay by any chance are you?"
"Not that I know of, but I never think about girls much, and sometimes I do wonder."
"There's only one way to find out. I need a pee so I'm going to the men's room so think it over, I'll be waiting."
A feeling of panic coursed through my body as I realised what he was suggesting, but as he walked away, my eyes were fixed on his tight ass, and no sooner had he left than my feet were leading me in the direction he had just taken.
I had no sooner entered the men's room than a cubical door opened and he beckoned me towards him.
My throat was dry and legs were shaking as I made my way towards the open door.
He took hold of my hand and pulled me into the cubicle, locking the door and whispering that he had already checked out the room for cameras.
He sat me on the toilet seat and stood in front of me, and I watched open mouthed as he undid his trousers dropped them down to the floor, as he wore no underpants, his already hard cock was pointing straight at my face.
"OK so you're not sure if you are gay or not, well let's find out."
He placed his hand around the back of my head and said, "It's time to taste your first cock, so open up that hot mouth of yours."
It looked huge, and so much bigger than mine, that I knew that there was no way that it would be able to fit into my mouth
Then rubbed his cock against my closed lips, and just the smell of it made me gag.
"You can do better faggot, just breath through your nose and open you're your fucking mouth."
Reluctant and scared, I did as he ordered.
With only the tip between my lips, I gagged and wanted to change my mind, but his firm grip on my head, held me securely.
I felt my tongue being forced back as he pushed a bit more into my mouth, but just when I knew I could take no more he pulled free.
With tears filling my eyes I gasped for air, pleased that it was all over.
"Not bad for your first time, now take a deep breath and let's go again."