I still remember the way one guy pursued me. At the time, I was in my late 20s and had just moved to an area where a pool could be used for more than a few months. So I spent most late afternoons and evenings after work at the apartment complex pool. Eventually I became acquainted with my fellow pool users. One in particular was a man about my height and weight but twenty years or so older. He started to use the chaise beside mine, and we started talking. There was no doubt that he was gay, and I made him aware I was bi and found him attractive.
We became friendly and started to informally date. Not really asking each other out but getting together for meals or just to chat. One Friday evening after leaving the pool and getting to my place, he came up behind me, molded the entire front of his body to the back of mine with his hands looped around me resting just above my cock, and whispered into my ear, "I want to make love to you." I could feel his hard cock through his shorts pushing into my backside. Needless to say, I got very hard very quickly and we started making out. It was very hot but not hurried. We took our time getting undressed and exploring each other. Lots of kissing and petting. After some time, we were in my bedroom nude. He had a nice cock, a bit longer than mine but not as thick. We leisurely traded oral (and he was amazing at sucking me) and then I got on my back and he entered me in missionary. Just as he came inside of me, I ejaculated hands free. The first of many times we shared.