I first saw him again across the room. He was listed as one of the speakers at this conference that interested me, and was still the slender, tall, Italian that I remembered from college. Aside from having facial hair now - a trimmed beard - he looked much as he had over twenty-some years earlier when we were roommates. I had known then that he was gay, and as a straight guy (then), it was ok with me as we had lots of other interests. Although we lived now in very different parts of the country, I had recently thought of him and what could have been when we were in college, but I had gravitated to a straight path.
To be sure, in recent years I had begun thinking about men in general. I had wondered and fantasized about him and in general what it would be like to hold a cock and more. I still like women (very much so) but this new interest was an addition.
I listened to his conference talk (articulate for sure), and I spoke to him after the session broke. He was glad to see me, and suggested that we have dinner together and catch up, skipping the evening conference session. I readily agreed.
Dinner was delightful, as talk was always easy between Paul and myself. He had remained single and I had married and had two kids. We talked about our different paths, but mostly we talked about our common field with a fluency that reminded both of us of our earlier times and how we were so much alike. And we both had several glasses of wine.
When dinner was over, he invited me to his hotel room for a nightcap. He poured a scotch for each of us, and as we stood beside each other his hand reached for and massaged my crotch. To my surprise, I enjoyed the touch. He knew of my reluctance, but he also somehow knew that I would respond. I had actually never been with a guy, but somehow this felt ok. I had recently begun thinking about being discreetly with men, but needless to say, I had no experience.
He whispered that he had always wanted me, it would feel good that he would guide me. Obviously, I felt really anxious but felt also really at home with a trusted friend. I always felt comfortable with Paul and I felt somewhat buzzed. Then I reached for his crotch as well. He moaned and placed his hand on the side of my face; it all felt good as our breathing became more pronounced.
Paul placed his hand inside my pants and shorts. He massaged my semi-erect cock and could tell that it felt really good to me. In his experienced hand, I grew hard and thought it could go on this way forever. But Paul knelt on one knee, unzipped my fly, and took my cock entirely in his mouth. It really felt incredible when Paul used every part of his mouth and engulfed me up to my balls. Now, I thought women did oral well, but I learned that night that what I had heard was true: gay men give better head.
