This is a true story of the first time I had sex with another man. I have had sex many times since then but it stands out as one of the most erotic times I have ever had.
When I was 18 years old, I had heard a rumor that a bar on the other side of town was gay. I had always had "urges" to have sex with a man but was always scared of trying. After thinking about it for a couple days, I got brave enough to go to the bar.
It was slow for a Friday night, maybe about 7 people plus the bartender. I sat down at the bar, ordered a beer (I guess I looked old enough, I didn't get carded) and kinda watched everyone. After a while, an older guy named Gerry started chatting with me. He was about 50 ish years old 5'10 around 200lbs, with wavy salt and pepper hair and "Magnum PI" mustache. After about an hour and a half of bullshitting with him, and with the bar closing, he asked me if I wanted to go back to his house and have a beer. I said ok and followed him home. While driving, my mind was going a million miles a hour in about a million different directions. More than once, I almost turned away to drive home. But the prospect of finally seeing what it would be like to be with another guy was giving me an erection and kept my car right behind Gerry's car.
Once at Gerry's house, he turned on some music and grabbed me a beer from the fridge. He excused himself and went and let the dog out. While he was gone, I looked around the house. On his fridge was a post card showing a man's naked ass with a caption arrowed to the asses crack saying "wish you were here". This removed any doubt as to why Gerry invited me here. "That was from a good friend that just moved to Key West.", said Gerry from behind me. "Awesome place. You need to go there sometime."
We talk for awhile. He told about Key West. I told him about college. Sex came up finally and I bulshitted with him about the girls from high school. This all was over the course of 3 more beers. I had a pretty good buzz on and new I wasn't going anywhere that night. I moved a certain way and you could hear my back "creak" from across the room. I laughed and stretched out my arms and arched my back. I kinda snickered after hearing multiple "poping" sounds come from my back. At that, Gerry asked me if I wanted a back rub. "Sure" Gerry downed that last of his beer and got up and then helped me to my feet.