I am a married father of three. I'm white with an Asian wife.
We moved cross country about 10 years ago when our kids were very young.
My wife and them stayed home to sell our house while I rented an apartment.
I got a 6 month lease and a 1st floor apartment.
We were anticipating the house getting sold quickly and my wife and kids joining me soon.
The next apartment had an Indian couple, also with two young kids, and every morning the husband, Venky was his name, and I left at the same time and usually returned at the same time from work.
We would exchange greetings and make quick small talk usually.
About two weeks in he invite me over to join him and his wife and kids for dinner.
During conversations he would stare intently, paying close attention, whenever I spoke and I found his eyes to be striking.
We were both in our early thirties.
I felt nervous around him for some reason.
I'd never been with a guy, considered myself very straight, but I somehow felt physically attracted to him.
I found myself thinking about him afterwards and I masturbated thinking about him.
I'd never jerked off about a guy in my life until then.
I was totally unnerved by him for some reason.
I found myself fantasizing about him, having dreams at night about him, and finally, one evening as we both arrived at our apartments, I invited him and his wife out for dinner.
He smiled and told me that his wife had just flown back to India to be with her father, who was very ill, with their kids.
He joked that he was starving since she did all the cooking.
I don't know why I did this but I told him that I could order some Chinese and we could have dinner together at my apartment.
"That sounds good." he said, smiling, and closed his door.
We walked into my apartment and he took off his jacket, he had a suit on, so I took it and hung it in my closet for him.
I sat down next to him and we started talking.
Just about small stuff. Kids, hometowns, jobs, etc.
I was transfixed on his eyes.
They were riveting. So bright and piercing.
I laughed at something he had remarked upon and then suddenly he looked at me very seriously.
"You didn't invite me in here to eat Chinese, did you Bob?" he asked.
I swallowed nervously.
He smiled at me and I just stared at him for several seconds.
"No. I didn't" I admitted softly.
"Well, why did you then?" he asked, and he chuckled almost confidently, and looked into my eyes.
I wanted to say something back to him but I couldn't think of what or how to say it.
All I could do was stare into those eyes.
He seemed so relaxed and I was absolutely as nervous as I have ever been.
I leaned towards him and I kissed him on his lips.
I'd never kissed a man in my life but I had to kiss him.
He kissed me back and for several moments we kissed.
I put my hands on his crotch and felt his manhood had stiffened.
I squeezed it several times and then unzipped his pants and pulled it out.
"Venky" leaned back slightly, nodding his head, and I went to my knees on the floor between his legs.
He smiled a tightlipped smile and ran his left hand through my short blonde hair.
I wrapped my lips around it and began sucking his cock.
It tasted better than I thought it would and I did my best.
His sighs let me know that I was doing ok at the very least.
He stood up and I pulled his trousers down as he removed his tie and shirt.
He stood in my apartment for several minutes while I sucked it.
"Very good Bob" he would say softly and take a deep breath several times.
I stopped and removed my own shirt and pants and resumed sucking it.
"Venky' groaned loudly when I attempted to deep throat it.
I looked up at him, stared right into his eyes, and I licked the head of his cock several times like a lollipop.
"You want that?" he asked.
"I wanted that for a long time" I replied softly.
He nodded his head and grabbed his pants and reached in the pocket.
He pulled something out.
I thought he was getting a condom but it was a small tube of some sort of lubricant.
He took my arm and guided me onto the couch.
I started sucking his cock again.
"No" he said softly.
"Lay back" he instructed me and he pulled my underwear off as I did.
I looked up nervously.
I thought it might hurt really bad.
His cock wasn't huge but it was noticeably larger than my own.
As a teen I'd experimented on myself fingering or inserting small objects in my behind.
I thought it might hurt.
Especially the first time.
"Venky" squeezed the tube and applied the lubricant on his erection.
I let out a nervous sigh and, seeming to try to reassure me, he smiled cheerfully and grasped my legs on the back side of my knees.
He pushed my knees back, almost to my head it seemed, and slowly slid his hardened penis in.
It hurt very little and actually felt pretty amazing.
I gasped slightly as it went in and then sighed as I realized that it felt pretty damned good in fact and wasn't going to hurt very much at all.
I'm sure he was very gentle.
"You like that?" he asked, pushing it in very slowly, and began thrusting very slowly and gently.
"Oh God yes!" I groaned, feeling his flesh touching mine.
I was on my back, like a woman, and we were both sweating now.
"Oh God I like it! I like it!" I blurted out and he chuckled.
He must've realized at that moment that he'd been my first.
"Venky thrust into me like that for about ten minutes, eventually speeding up and banging me a bit more roughly, before ejaculating inside of me.
I was so aroused that I was pretty sure at that point that I must be gay.
I felt his cum inside of me and I could feel some of it dripping out of my anus when he withdrew his penis.
And then............
He just sighed and grabbed his clothes and got dressed.
He didn't say a word to me afterwards as I laid there on my couch naked groaning.
I thought I did something wrong or some thing.
The next morning I saw him as we each left and it was silent for a moment after I had said "Good morning!" to him.
"Will we be having Chinese tonight?" he asked quietly.
"Sure. I'd like that." I replied and from then on we repeated the previous evening until his wife returned two weeks later.
I tried several times to approach him when both of our wives were there.
He never went for it.
I even suggested we go on a weekend "fishing" trip together.
He declined.
Eventually we both got homes in the town and our wives became friends but he began ignoring me.
I friend requested him on social media, he accepted, and sent him many messages stating that I "wanted to have Chinese" with him again whenever he wanted to but he ignored them and then ended our online friendship when he and his wife moved away.
He remains the only man that I have ever had sex with and, for some strange reason, that I would again.
I've never met any other guy that I was attracted to and doubt that I will be.
Maybe I just wanted to try it.
I don't know.
I do know that I liked it a lot but I don't particularly feel physically "Attracted" to guys.
I'm glad I did it though if just to experience what it felt like.