Straight Male / 47
I was on a trip through Europe going from office to office, meeting with lawyers, customers, vendors. In Amsterdam I went to dinner with one of our lawyers. After dinner, it was a very nice night, he suggested we cruise the red light district. We stopped at a pub and had a beer, talked and he told me he lived alone, he wasn't married, 37. I asked him if he had just not met the right girl. He laughed and said no, actually he liked men not women.
The conversation went down that rabbit hole, he asked me if it had ever been something I had thought of, he suggested softly that sex and gay were different, he knew more than one man who looked for sex with a young man. When he invited me to go to his apartment I had been drinking too much. We left, picked up his scooter and rode through the night and came up on a non descript building. The apartment was small, little living area and kitchen, one small bedroom and tiny bathroom.
He offered the bathroom, put on some techno beat music, and when I came out he followed me to the bathroom. Once out he was direct, lets first try a blowjob, he would go first. I wasn't drunk anymore, he was very comfortable and had me on his small couch giving me a blowjob. He stopped, smiled and took his pants off and offered me his penis. I hesitated in my mind but not in my actions, soon I was reciprocating, with a penis in my hand and mouth. Why I kept getting tears in my eyes I will never know, but my eyes were wet. I heard him in a fog telling me we should move to the bedroom, with his help I undressed, he lay back and let me continue.
It was intoxicating, erotic, the feeling of his hand gently stroking me and his very erect penis in my mouth. That night was my first crossover sex, the sexual buzz was something I hadn't felt before. I am close friends with my lawyer friend in Amsterdam, I have found other men who participate in evenings of just sex. It is sex, no different than the girl who likes to feel pain, or the man who pays for a street hooker in an alley. It is just sex. My choice is now giving a willing friend a blowjob.
The conversation went down that rabbit hole, he asked me if it had ever been something I had thought of, he suggested softly that sex and gay were different, he knew more than one man who looked for sex with a young man. When he invited me to go to his apartment I had been drinking too much. We left, picked up his scooter and rode through the night and came up on a non descript building. The apartment was small, little living area and kitchen, one small bedroom and tiny bathroom.
He offered the bathroom, put on some techno beat music, and when I came out he followed me to the bathroom. Once out he was direct, lets first try a blowjob, he would go first. I wasn't drunk anymore, he was very comfortable and had me on his small couch giving me a blowjob. He stopped, smiled and took his pants off and offered me his penis. I hesitated in my mind but not in my actions, soon I was reciprocating, with a penis in my hand and mouth. Why I kept getting tears in my eyes I will never know, but my eyes were wet. I heard him in a fog telling me we should move to the bedroom, with his help I undressed, he lay back and let me continue.
It was intoxicating, erotic, the feeling of his hand gently stroking me and his very erect penis in my mouth. That night was my first crossover sex, the sexual buzz was something I hadn't felt before. I am close friends with my lawyer friend in Amsterdam, I have found other men who participate in evenings of just sex. It is sex, no different than the girl who likes to feel pain, or the man who pays for a street hooker in an alley. It is just sex. My choice is now giving a willing friend a blowjob.
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