I was in Las Vegas for a conference and decided to check out a gay night club. I had been divorced for about six months and wanted to see what sex with men was like. I had groped and been groped once before in an adult book store when I was 18 and then I ran like hell. I had fantasized about it a lot while masturbating but had never done anything about it. My wife left me for a rich guy, so now I was free to do what I wanted. I wanted to get laid.
There are a bunch of gay clubs all located together and I went in one of them. I looked around and there wasn't one guy there I wanted to touch, let alone touch me. I went into another one and had the same reaction. Being around all of these guys made me want to act more masculine. I'm 40, 6'1" tall and 190 lbs. I'm in good shape.
I found my self attracted to the women there. I started talking to a couple of them and they were waiting for a friend to join them. They seemed straight to me. But what do I know?
I caught some guys looking at me. Then it hit me! They wanted me to pick them up! Here I was, wanting to get picked up and taken for a night of man on man sex, and the guys at this place were expecting me to do the picking up. Think it was because of the way I look and acted? Nah, couldn't be.
I was about to bail when the friend showed up. He was about 6'4", 220 lbs. He was about 45 years old. The two women talked about stuff with him and I realized that they were mostly talking about his construction business. One of the women was his accountant!
The women took off and I was left with the guy, Steve. It was a little awkward there for a moment, like, are you who I want to be with? I started talking to him about his business and a couple of beers later, it was like we were friends from long ago. Steve was a great guy. I remembered why it was that I had come to the bar and I wondered if Steve wanted to take me home. Is that what women think when I take them out? I wondered.
I found myself looking at his collar bone and wondering what it was like to kiss it. He asked me if I would like to dance. I said sure. Steve was a great dancer and after a couple songs, a slower song came up. I had had enough to drink that I just fell into Steve's arms.
He was wearing a thin shirt and so was I and I could feel his body heat through it. I have never danced with anyone taller than me and that was a new experience. I was dancing with my arms around a man. And then there was his cock.
I had never been that close to another cock before. I could feel my cock against his leg and his cock against me. I was hard in a hurry.
The song ended and we broke, but I didn't want to let go. I finally had a hold of a man. And he was a good man. We went back to our table and I made sure I sat close to him. I liked his smell. We were talking again and he asked me to dance again.
This time there were two slow songs, okay, one slow song and one medium song, but everyone was close dancing to it. He moved one hand down my back and I wanted him to go all the way down to my ass and pull it to him. But he stopped just below my belt. I found myself rubbing my cock against him. I was in heaven. I wanted to get naked with him in the worst way. I just knew he had a good cock.
This time when the music ended, I didn't let go. I turned around and sort of leaned back against him. He put his arms around me and pulled me in and I could feel his cock against my ass. I turned my upper body a little and leaned back and he did exactly what I wanted. He kissed me right on the lips.
His first kiss was soft but purposeful. Sort of starting me out easy and then he pushed on. His lips and tongue were alive as the explored my face and lips. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted because he really knew what he was doing.
It took me a minute to get my voice back and I asked him if he had plans for the night. Before he could answer, I said that I wanted him to come to my hotel room. He said "Yeah, that's what I want". He had to hit the head before leaving and as I was waiting, a woman, (really a guy in drag) said that we looked really good together. I certainly hoped so.
At my hotel room, there was a slightly awkward moment as I went to the bathroom. After peeing, I got condoms and lube out. I knew what I wanted. We had stopped at a package store in Steve's car and he bought some champagne. He popped that and we had a drink.
We were on the couch in my mini-suite and I settled in to him. He put his arms around me and started kissing. I wanted to get naked right away, but it was all so new to me that I didn't want to misstep. He wasn't moving things along, so I started to open his pants so I could get to that lump he had in his crotch.
He wanted to slow down a little and talk about safe sex. He wanted to know when I had my last STD test and last sex with a man. He had been out of a relationship for three months with no sex. I told him that I hadn't had sex with a man.
He was surprised that I was a gay sex virgin. I told him that I didn't really know when I could have told him before this. We laughed about it. He asked me why I was doing it. I told him. He said that he had always known that he was gay and that he hadn't had sex with a virgin in so long that he was a little unsure of himself.