This is my first offering - a really amazing experience and the first time I realised that I loved cock and satisfying men.
I came from a backwater closed minded little town in the arsend of nowhere. I had always liked guys and girls, although being from a town like that my denial ran strong! However often when I was "alone and using my imagination"... (you know what I mean!), I'd think about a strong guy pushing his cock into my mouth and making me service his needs or bending me over and entering my virgin rosebud....
Anyway -- at the age of 18 I left home to go to university in Manchester, a great place, and unknown to me at the time, due to my small-town ignorance, had a thriving gay scene.
In my first week lectures were very straight forward -- mostly doing admin stuff, there was a ton of partying every night to really make sure we burned our student loans... On the fourth day, I was struggling with a hangover, and having just heard of "the hair if the dog", decided to give it a go. I walked to a nearby pub at lunchtime, ordered a pint and sat at the bar.
As I was trying to overcome the hungover repulsion to alcohol, a guy walks in -- looking immaculate, well-groomed with a great body and tight leather trousers -- which left very little to the imagination. I felt like my eyes bulged out of my head as I watched him walk in. He came to the bar beside me and ordered a drink. He was clearly a regular here by the familiar and flirtatious way he spoke to the barman.
"This guy must be gay," I thought to myself -- a fairly reasonable conclusion given the trousers and the flirting with the barman. This being the 90's, and me being from a small backwards town I really didn't know what to do. He was "one of them" one of the million and one names called out in my school playground, but ultimately a man loving gay. As much as I was freaked out by this, I could also feel the arousal in me stirring.... This guy had felt stubble rubbing against his face as he kissed a guy, had felt smooth cock passing through his lips and into his mouth... It was overwhelming.... Terrifyingly hot!
He turned to me and started a conversation, "Gorgeous little bar isn't it?"
"Yes," I managed in a monosyllabic croak, my throat dry with excitement and fear. "it's er got a great location," I added, trying make my one-word answer seem less ignorant.
"It certainly is a great location, plenty of eye candy," he replied with a wink. This little flirtation triggered all the things, the ingrained homophobia and the sheer arousal waging war inside me. My rapidly hardening cock, and my hunger for his....
"So where you from?" He asked casually, my accent and complete greenness having made it abundantly clear I wasn't local....
"Scotland -- this tiny, 'not even on the map' town near inverness," I replied.
"Bet the gay scene is booming there," he chuckled sarcastically.
"Oh, I'm not gay," I said hastily. My eyes betraying me, sliding across that bulge. My own cock straining against my jeans.
"Well that's a tragedy," he said, with another flirty wink. "So you a student then?"