I almost know the answer, but I have to ask to make sure. I was in New York a few years ago, before it all went to hell in a handbasket. At a tax convention at a hotel in midtown. I felt alone and I went down to the lobby and people came and went, hundreds of people checking in and checking out. I walked around and ended up the concierge's desk. A Hispanic man in his forties, Raul, asked if I needed help. He looked 'gay' to me. I decided to do what I had never had the courage to do. I asked where a man could go to meet some men. He gave me an address, and told me the cab would charge me about 20 as it wasn't too far, but a bit too far to walk on a cold night.
It was a bar, it was dark inside. Took me several minutes to get my eyes accustomed to the darkness. Men were at the bar and a few men were in booths. There was a small dance floor, with music in the background. I ordered a beer, I thought that was safe and stood against the wall. After a while a man came up to me and asked me to dance. I felt uncomfortable. He offered to go sit down with me at a booth. He was older, how much? I don't know. He asked me what I was doing there, I told him the concierge suggested that I come there. He was pretty direct and asked what kind of men I was into.
I was hesitant to answer, and he moved closer and put his arm around me and kissed me on the lips. Do you like that? My look must have answered for me. First time? I shook my head. He kissed me again and put his arm around me and said he was looking for someone to keep him warm that night. We left the bar and walked to the subway and we got off somewhere. It was a small apartment, an efficiency on the third floor. He closed the curtains and turned on the light and said he had nosy neighbors.
Now come here, he said and he sat on the bed. He let my pants down and he sucked my penis. Like that? Now you try. And he sat me down and let his penis out in my face. Show me how much you want it. I sucked his penis while he kept his hand on my head. He got hard and I held his penis with my hand. He face fucked me. Now we get down to business he told me. We got totally undressed and we lay on the bed and kissed for a while, before he started to touch my bottom hole. He reached over to his dresser and grabbed a bottle and squirted some of the liquid into his hand and he rubbed it into my anus. This is the favorite part, fucking a tight assed virgin.
It lasted maybe an hour since we left the bar. He told me how to get back to the subway and where to get off and walk to the hotel.
I was thirty seven, and I was married with a family. But I felt compelled to go out that night and seek out a man to have sex with. I don't regret it, I enjoyed it, particularly the physical part of it including kissing. I'm straight, but that night I wanted something I had only fantasized about. It was a one time thing, never happened again. Is it something that normal men do? Is it common? What would have triggered my desire to do that? I'm asking.
