I was in Las Vegas for a conference and decided to check out a gay night club. I had been divorced for about six months and wanted to see what sex with men was like. I had groped and been groped once before in an adult book store when I was 18 and then I ran like hell. I had fantasized about it a lot while masturbating but had never done anything about it. My wife left me for a rich guy, so now I was free to do what I wanted. I wanted to get laid.
There are a bunch of gay clubs all located together and I went in one of them. I looked around and there wasn't one guy there I wanted to touch, let alone touch me. I went into another one and had the same reaction. Being around all of these guys made me want to act more masculine. I'm 40, 6'1" tall and 190 lbs. I'm in good shape.
I found my self attracted to the women there. I started talking to a couple of them and they were waiting for a friend to join them. They seemed straight to me. But what do I know?
I caught some guys looking at me. Then it hit me! They wanted me to pick them up! Here I was, wanting to get picked up and taken for a night of man on man sex, and the guys at this place were expecting me to do the picking up. Think it was because of the way I look and acted? Nah, couldn't be.
I was about to bail when the friend showed up. He was about 6'4", 220 lbs. He was about 45 years old. The two women talked about stuff with him and I realized that they were mostly talking about his construction business. One of the women was his accountant!
The women took off and I was left with the guy, Steve. It was a little awkward there for a moment, like, are you who I want to be with? I started talking to him about his business and a couple of beers later, it was like we were friends from long ago. Steve was a great guy. I remembered why it was that I had come to the bar and I wondered if Steve wanted to take me home. Is that what women think when I take them out? I wondered.
I found myself looking at his collar bone and wondering what it was like to kiss it. He asked me if I would like to dance. I said sure. Steve was a great dancer and after a couple songs, a slower song came up. I had had enough to drink that I just fell into Steve's arms.
He was wearing a thin shirt and so was I and I could feel his body heat through it. I have never danced with anyone taller than me and that was a new experience. I was dancing with my arms around a man. And then there was his cock.
I had never been that close to another cock before. I could feel my cock against his leg and his cock against me. I was hard in a hurry.
The song ended and we broke, but I didn't want to let go. I finally had a hold of a man. And he was a good man. We went back to our table and I made sure I sat close to him. I liked his smell. We were talking again and he asked me to dance again.
This time there were two slow songs, okay, one slow song and one medium song, but everyone was close dancing to it. He moved one hand down my back and I wanted him to go all the way down to my ass and pull it to him. But he stopped just below my belt. I found myself rubbing my cock against him. I was in heaven. I wanted to get naked with him in the worst way. I just knew he had a good cock.
This time when the music ended, I didn't let go. I turned around and sort of leaned back against him. He put his arms around me and pulled me in and I could feel his cock against my ass. I turned my upper body a little and leaned back and he did exactly what I wanted. He kissed me right on the lips.