This is a true story.
It happened in my late 20s. My girlfriend Joan (who went on to become my wife who I still deeply love) went on a Club Med vacation to the island of Moorea, just off Tahiti. She had never been on a vacation to anything like this-the beauty of a tropical paradise.
The following happened a few days into our vacation.
I had finished some vigorous waterskiing and was sitting on a beach bench where I could continue to watch others skiing. I wanted to rest and enjoy the scene before I went scuba diving later in the day.
As I was sitting there, a guy my age walked up to me and began talking. I had not seen him before. I was sitting and he was standing. When I paid attention to him, the first thing I noticed was that he had a raging hard on that was very obvious in his small Speedo bathing suit. The bathing suit could barely contain him.
A little bit of context here will help. Prior to this, I had never thought of guys being sexy. I did not know anyone who was gay. I had never even heard of the word bisexual. I had never thought of experiencing anything sexual with a guy.