Reply: Coming together with a man for the first time

I am telling the story of my first gay encounter. I don't deny I had fantasies, and if I had to pick I preferred hanging out with guys than girls. My first feelings were when I was around 12 and I had a social studies teacher and I wanted to kiss him. I had my first wet dream fantasizing about being with him. But it was twenty years later and I had yet to experience anything like it. I had dated several girls, followed the social norm, even got engaged for a while. I just couldn't be romantic.

I was traveling and the weather wasn't cooperating and I had to layover. The airline gave us vouchers for the local hotel airport, off property so you had to use a shuttle. The weather was cold and stormy, so I stayed in at the hotel. There was a small food service and I sat alone, other passengers were also alone, to have a hamburger. A man stopped and asked if he could sit, I nodded. He was I'm guessing fifty. We talked about the trip, how it sucked to be stuck overnight. He offered to host me in his room for a movie, one of the ones you rent on the TV.

The movie he chose was X rated, about two guys meeting up on vacation. I told him I wasn't interested, but he insisted I stay with him.  And after all, what did I have against that sort of love story. Of course it was a love story but very explicit. It was the first time I saw two men kissing. There was simulated oral sex, but bare butt scenes. There was talk, very suggestive. It never actually showed penetration, but the moving and acting was very suggestive. I was uncomfortable, more than anything because I wasn't alone. 

When I turned the man was in bed and he asked me to join him.  He lifted the sheets and he was naked. To come to bed with him and he would show me what love was really like. I begged off and but he stopped me, offering to let me go if I went there and he kissed me. If I didn't like it, I could leave. The kiss was a full on kiss, very wet and sexually charged, his hand on my penis. A man has to know what a man has to know and that night I had to know and I let him continue to kiss me. He took my hand and put it on his penis. He worked on my pants and told me to kick off my shoes and pulled my pants off.  He pulled off my underwear and immediately started to mouth my penis. I didn't leave, I let him take my shirt off and he hugged me naked. His penis was hard against me. In another minute he had pushed my head down to give him oral. I was nervous, scared, but also taken in by it.

He made love to me, or had sex with me, with full penetration. I woke up beside him, the storm abated, we hurried to get dressed and make it to the airport. We sat in different sections to San Francisco. It never was the same for me after than night in Denver. It took a long time for me to work up the nerve again, with a taxi driver.