When I came out to myself as a freshman in college, I met a local online and decided to meet. During our chats he admitted he was married to a woman but hasnt had sex with her in a long time and that he was bi. It was all new to me and he was a good listener. We decided to meet. I was feeling a bit guilty but decided to go through with it. He picked me up in his large SUV and we drove out of town somewhere in the country. We moved to the back. I was so nervous but he was patient and I kept on talking like stalling. He was in his early 30s and handsome. He asks me what’s my type, and in saying so, it gets me hard and he gets hard. I can’t take my eyes off his tented pants. He says it’s ok if I want to touch it. So I do and he has to direct me because I don’t know how far I can go (yeah I was so naive). I ended up unzipping and then pulling it out and jack him off. He pulls his shirt over his head. I want to see him cum so bad and he lets me until he shoots on his chest. I’ve been clothed the whole time and he asks if he can do the same to me. I say yes. I cum too quickly on my chest. We let our cum drip down while we jack each other again and then I could go one more time and he watches as I finish myself a third time. That was my time ever with a guy. A month later we meet up again and give and receive my 1st blowjob. But I was feeling so guilty with him being married I told I couldn’t anymore but thanked him for being so patient and slow with me.