My First Gay Experience

I checked in to the Sheraton. The lobby was full, mainly women. I asked what was going on and I was told there was a women's convention. The types, the rainbow ribbons in the hair, the jeans and work boots, the fairy princess. I rode up to my room in an elevator full of women. I went to my room, quiet at last.

I went down to the coffee shop, I wanted to get something to eat before going back to my room to work on my presentation. I was a two top and this man stopped and asked if he could join me, making a comment that he had never seen so many lesbians in one place. We talked about the lesbians for a while, the waitress took his order. He told me he worked freelance as a reporter and he was there for the convention. To uncover something.

We talked while we ate and he asked me if I was gay. I said no, why did he ask. He said he was gay and he thought maybe we could have a drink in the bar. I begged off, told him I had a presentation I needed to work on, but he insisted and we went to the bar for a drink. He told me he was gay again, asked if it bothered me, I told him no. He gave me the run down about being a gay kid and how he got started with a neighbor, another gay kid in his neighborhood.

Had I ever thought about being gay? I said no, and he said you don't know what you're missing. Imagine a life without having to put up with these bitches. No one getting pregnant, no one spending your money without permission, someone who really wanted to suck your dick, someone who wanted to make love, someone you could kiss with. How about it? Did I want to be gay, for a night and try it out. 'You will like it, nothing better than kissing and having your hard on dicks rubbing against each other'. He got up and came around the table and kissed me on the mouth. Come upstairs with him, let's have a gay old time, man to man.

My head was spinning, I looked at him thinking about all the women that had turned me down, how it felt to try hard to get something going and be turned down flat. I went with him. He sat on the bed and unzipped my pants and sucked on my dick and asked me if I wanted to try. We got naked, and we kissed standing up, our dicks pressed against each other. We laid down on the bed and kept kissing, this time using our hands to play with each other's dicks. We slid down and sucked each other, went back to kissing. His hand running over my naked behind, going down and sucking my dick, and running his hand up through my legs, touching my ahole. More and more kissing, he took my finger to touch his ahole.

Now on top of me, me on my back, between my legs, his hard dick poking me. Opening my legs further and he is poking my backside, he gets up and reaches for tube in his carryon, and lubes me up telling me he doesn't want to hurt me, then back down on me, kissing and more kissing, before he points his dick at my ahole and starts to penetrate me. I never expected it to be so thrilling, so totally wrong, to feel so good, he is fucking me and then he holds himself up and takes a big breath and smiling down at me he finishes and rolls off.

I got back to my room too late to work, I set the alarm for five a.m. and take shower and go to bed thinking about my experience. What's the test? did I like it? would I do it again? I went to sleep in denial, yes I would do it again. Of course I would do it again. Yes I had thought about it, yes I was open to it. I had just not met the guy to do it with. Now I had, I could do it again.