I spent another three months in Puerto Rico. During my time there, I filled the lonely hours after work with trips to the bath house as well other locations I was informed about from friends I met. My time there had taught me much about myself and before returning to the states, I came to the realization, that I was gay. I had experienced some sexual exploration in my youth, but because of social pressure and my upbringing I never pursued the lifestyle further. Instead I had met a woman whom I cared for and gotten married. Though I had thoughts of man sex from time to time, my commitment to my wife kept me in check. Once we divorced, that inhibitor was removed and I was free to discover more about myself.
That first time in the rest stop restroom may have been my first cock, but it hadn't been the first time I had considered it. I had masturbated to gay porno magazines in earlier years and as I stroked myself, I always fantasized about sucking a cock or getting fucked by another man. It was at this time I understood where my future was headed, it was in tune with my past. Outside of my ex-wife, I had never found women all that attractive sexually, but on the beach in Puerto Rico, seeing those men running around half naked, filled me with desire. I was gay and more importantly, I was ok with it.
During the rest of my time on the island, I'd had one nighters stay at my apartment and a few returned several times. Those few times, waking up next to a man who had made love to me the night before was something was a special experience and one I wanted more than just a few times. I wanted my own man and not just a man but a husband.
One man came to mind as I thought about that concept, Javier. I had met him at a local bar on the island. We'd hit it off and ended up back at my apartment. After giving him a quickie blow job on the couch, I had thought he would leave, but he surprised me when he asked for something to eat. After fixing him a light meal, he returned to the couch and he patted the seat next to him. We made out like a couple of teenagers and before I knew it, we were in bed and he was making love to me. His cock was amazing and he knew how to use it. As he thrust his cock into me, I felt my climax rising and before long found myself writhing in a wonderful orgasm. Seeing me climax without touching myself and knowing the affect his attentions was having on me was more than he could stand and Javier emptied his load deep inside of me. We eventually fell asleep locked together.
I was again surprised the next morning when I awoke to find him still in bed. He was awake looking at me and as I smile at the pleasant surprise. He covered my mouth with his lips and kissed me. We made love again, slower this time and again I found myself climaxing as he filled me with his cock. Afterward I lay in his arms basking in the warmth of my own sexual fulfillment. Javier spent several more nights with me during my time in Puerto Rico, but I our relationship never developed past our sexual adventures.
When I returned home, I knew I needed to take a serious look at what was happening to me in my life. I was now divorced so had no obligations to anyone but myself. My time in Puerto Rico had made me realize I was gay, that I had always been gay. I had just never allowed myself to explore that part of me. Now free from my marriage, my life was mine and I had the opportunity to choose who I was and what I wanted. Life settled down after my return. The job went back to normal and I was settling into my new apartment. Then a seemingly minor event threw my life another curve.
One problem with getting divorced is that everyone you know now seems to think that it's their duty to hook you up and get you off on another relationship. I was usually successful in side tracking these efforts, but on one occasion I got caught off guard and actually accepted an invitation to pool party. Don't get me wrong I love swimming, but pool parties are rarely about the pool and I was certain, there'd be at least one person there who attended just to meet me.
The weekend rolled around and the dreaded pool party was on Saturday. I sucked it up and held true to my word that I would be there. The party didn't start till late in the afternoon and not wanting to get ambushed, I arrived about an hour after it started. Everyone was already in the pool, laughing and having a good time. I quickly changed into my bathing suit and joined the crowd. After an hour or so, I decided to sit at the bar for awhile and just watch the crowd. I had just taken my first drink when one of the guys in the pool climbed out. As I watched, two things happened, first of all, I spilt my drink and the second was my dick suddenly become rock hard.