A Late Bloomer

I was 28 the first time I had sex with another guy. I was often tempted in college but I was too afraid of losing my desperately needed football scholarship. I had sacrificed too much to do anything that would jeopardize my place in college.

At 28 with a well paying tech job in hand, I finally decided that it was time to fully explore my true sexual desires. I hired a male escort for my first time. He was slightly younger but far more experienced. He seem surprised that I was a virgin (I’ve only had sex with girls).

He taught me how to suck his cock. I still can’t describe the pleasure of servicing a hard cock. He took charge of my body; hoisting my ass in the air and rimming my hole. When I was ready, he put on a condom and fucked me. The feeling of his cock plunging in and out of my ass was indescribable. My first time was better than anything I could have imagined.

My ass felt strangely empty without his cock. He seemed to sense that I needed to be fucked again. He rolled on a second condom and fucked me again. By the time he left the next morning he had fucked me 4 times.

The sex was phenomenal but it was also a huge relief to have someone to talk to, someone who wasn’t judgmental but understanding. That’s when I learnt he was straight. He may have been in it for the money but his perspective and sensible advice helped me figure out some of my many issues.

I now knew for certain that I was gay, not straight or bisexual, but definitely gay and definitely a bottom. I found that last insight initially startling perhaps even unnerving.

I have had many sexual partners since then. I finally settled down 2 years ago when I matched with a former teammate from college. He was even hotter than I remembered. He was a year older, like me he was “straight” in college but unlike me, he was definitely a top. He knew what he liked and he seem to instinctively know what I needed. It was like my first time all over again.

We had dinner the next evening and we had sex again. We were dating before we even realized that we were dating. What started as a casual encounter, evolved into a deeper relationship. He understands me in a way that on one ever has. We’re a lot like a regular married couple.

We still have a very healthy sex life. I remember when he (not we) decided that we didn’t need condoms anymore. It was a small but significant milestone in our relationship. I discovered that I wanted him to make our bedroom decisions. I’m his submissive bottom but he never once made me feel any less masculine.

I especially love how he makes me feel loved. It’s the intense look in his eyes, that feeling of him instinctively trying to get even deeper inside me, the way his cock pulsates in my ass as he shoots his load inside me. I love how he can make me cum with just his cock in my ass. Every time I see him naked I’m overcome with lust.

Sex at 28 with a male escort changed my life.