A Trip To The Other Side.

Although I consider myself as Heterosexual, Some years ago now, I found myself on the other side so to speak.
While waiting for a train, I got into a conversation with a guy who was also on the Platform. He was some years older than me although around the same height, he was also slightly plumper than I. Finding out that there would be a long wait, we stashed our bags and wandered off to the pub just across, and along, from the station.

Getting our drinks we found a table and seated ourselves. I found my companion to be a good conversationalist with a sense of humour somewhat similar to my own. We spent a pleasant time sharing tales and having a second drink each. It appeared that my new friend had an apartment in the place although he worked in the City where he had another residence. When he suggested that we retired to his home and, he would drive us to the city I agreed without too much prompting..

Finishing off our drinks, we returned to the station and retrieved our baggage and I followed my companion to the apartment block where he lived. where he build us a couple more drinks. As previously stated, I'd always been straight in the past. So I was surprised when he said "Let's get ourselves comfortable" and indicated the door into the bedroom, I agreed so readily. Standing, we swallowed down our drinks, placed our now empty glasses on the coffee table, and went into the bedroom. My friend said "Shall we get in?" nodding to the king-sized bed and for whatever reason I felt myself nodding in agreement.

Wordlessly we both undressed and for the first time, I found myself sliding into bed next to my friend allowing him to welcome me with a kiss, his tongue probing entry between my lips, where it was met by my tongue. For the next hour or so, I allowed my companion to introduce me to homosexual sex, all of it!

Later, as we chatted, I learned that coincidently, His home in the City was only a short ride from where my family lived. Somehow it seemed natural for us to arrange a further meeting. This time in my friend's townhouse. Over the next few months whenever I came to visit my family, one day would be reserved for my friend and I. We alternated roles, and I also got to meet some more of his gay friends and gay friendly pubs and clubs. I became adept and fending off the overt and covert propositions I received whenever my companion was out of earshot without causing offence.

The affair lasted for some months but, as often happens just fizzled out. But with good memories.