This probably isn't the most exciting story, but it's true. I met Paul in a gay/bisexual chat room. I had been going there to "look around" whenever I had the chance. I was 30 at the time and had been married for about 5 years. I have two kids and a great wife, but I was very frustrated sexually. I don't know why I started thinking about being with other guys. Once I had access to the internet at home I found myself looking at all different kinds of things, and often thought about being with another man.
Paul is bisexual, my age, but not married. We chatted online and emailed each other frequently. I came to the conclusion that he was very discreet and also safe, which was extremely important to me. After some time, we exchanged photos. He said I was cute and although he didn't look like someone I would choose to be with, he was good looking.
I was taking some college courses at the local university, where he was a grad student. I finally got up the nerve to meet with him after about a month of chatting and fantasizing. We decided to meet at a local pub where we could just talk and get to know each other. We each ordered a coke and talked for about an hour. We seemed to hit it off pretty well and I felt pretty comfortable talking with him, as nervous as I was.
He told me his sister was in town and was staying at his apartment. His car was in the shop so he had taken the bus to meet me. He told me if I wanted, I could give him a ride back to his place so if we decided to meet again, I would know where he lived. I agreed, and gave him a ride back home. When we got there, he said his sister hadn't returned yet and invited me in for a minute. I knew where this was going and could feel the butterflies pounding in my stomach.