I've not had sex with another man since I was 20 or 21 (nigh on 30 years ago).
I've got married and had kids and they are all of marrying age themselves, now.
Before I met and married my lady, however, I was hitch-hiking home one night (I'd done so many times before as my home was a straight 6 mile drive from town).
A car pulled up and I got into the passenger seat. The car pulled away and we exchanged pleasantaries.
After 3 or four sentences each, we fell silent.
Nothing at all was said between us.
We got about half-way to my destination and the driver slowed down.
"I live here". he said. "Do you want me to take you home?".
"No. I'd like to see your place" I replied (Don't ask me why. I have no idea. I was as straight as a die and part of me just wanted to get home as I usually did).
We entered his apartment.
We said nothing.
He went for a shower and came out with a towel around his waist.
I went for a shower and came out with a towel around my waist.
He was laid on the bed, no towel, cock pointing to the ceiling.
I unhooked my towel nd got naked, too, walked to the foot of the bed, knelt down and ran my tongue from his balls to the tip of his dick and enclosed engorged head within my mouth.
Don't ask me why. I've no idea.
I only know that I've never been so hard, before or since, as I was then.
We had a couple of hours of fun after which he drove me the further three miles home.
At no time did we question what we were doing.
If we spoke 6 words between us, the whole evening, that's probably an exageration.
We somehow communicated.
I've never had a gay experience since that night.
What (either straight or gay) could ever match that?
I've got married and had kids and they are all of marrying age themselves, now.
Before I met and married my lady, however, I was hitch-hiking home one night (I'd done so many times before as my home was a straight 6 mile drive from town).
A car pulled up and I got into the passenger seat. The car pulled away and we exchanged pleasantaries.
After 3 or four sentences each, we fell silent.
Nothing at all was said between us.
We got about half-way to my destination and the driver slowed down.
"I live here". he said. "Do you want me to take you home?".
"No. I'd like to see your place" I replied (Don't ask me why. I have no idea. I was as straight as a die and part of me just wanted to get home as I usually did).
We entered his apartment.
We said nothing.
He went for a shower and came out with a towel around his waist.
I went for a shower and came out with a towel around my waist.
He was laid on the bed, no towel, cock pointing to the ceiling.
I unhooked my towel nd got naked, too, walked to the foot of the bed, knelt down and ran my tongue from his balls to the tip of his dick and enclosed engorged head within my mouth.
Don't ask me why. I've no idea.
I only know that I've never been so hard, before or since, as I was then.
We had a couple of hours of fun after which he drove me the further three miles home.
At no time did we question what we were doing.
If we spoke 6 words between us, the whole evening, that's probably an exageration.
We somehow communicated.
I've never had a gay experience since that night.
What (either straight or gay) could ever match that?