This is a true account of my first gay experience last year.
I was 34 years old at the time, I am happily married with a great sex life. Have always been a masculine guy 6' tall, 180 lbs with a shaved head, blue eyes, blonde beard, and in good shape that can honestly say had never once been interested or even curious about being with guys.
As a consultant, I travel to new cities fairly often and on this 3-day trip I was working with a retail team I had not met before, including Chad.
Chad and I seemed to get along pretty good, he was a few years younger than me, about 5'9 and a lean 145, blonde ruffled hair - not overly flamboyant, but not hiding the fact that he is gay either.
After the second day, Chad offered to host me for dinner at his place so I didn't have to eat out again and just go back to my hotel room, which sounded like a good idea to me, even joking with my wife about going back to a gay guy's house.
We have a good dinner and we are casually hanging out in his living room, Chad is drinking a good amount of wine for a little guy (I don't drink personally).
The conversation is fun, nothing out of the ordinary, but as he starts his second bottle of wine it turns a little more sexual.
Chad says "I can't understand why someone would get married and choose to only have sex with the same person forever."
"It's not a big deal. I love my wife and we have great sex together" is my honest reply.
"But you are depriving yourself of so many other experiences."
I laugh, "I don't think there are any experiences that I WANT to do that I am missing out on."
Chad counters with "You say that, but you wouldn't believe how many straight married guys that I have fooled around with. There is nothing better than being the first man to man action for someone. I pull out all the stops to really rock their world." As he says that he gyrates his hips into the couch cushion and we both have a good laugh.
"I'm sure you have fun, but those guys weren't straight in the first place. You might have just been the first option that was presented to them" I assert.
Chad's eyebrows raise in disbelief, "You can't sit here and say that sexual preference is linear. Nobody is 100% straight and nobody is 100% gay. Sex is sex. It's about connection and feeling good" as he downs more wine.
I shake my head with a smile "Listen, I have nothing against anybody's personal beliefs and I am all for doing what makes you happy. But I'm just saying I am confident in my sexuality and I know that I could never be with a guy. It just doesn't interest me, I'm not attracted to them; I love women. You do you and I'm all for it, but that's just me."
Chad turns his head looking at me from the side squinting his eyes like he is thinking about something.
"I guarantee you there are things that I could do to you that would change your mind" he says staring me in the eyes.
Now this is the first time the conversation has been about the two of us, but I wasn't phased in the slightest, because I'm not gay.
"I guarantee you you're wrong."
Chad stands up and starts circling me still sitting on the couch. "So let's make a bet" he begins with a pause. "I bet that I can make you cum without ever touching your dick."