Last night I met a guy in a bar. I m a straight male, okay, so ive been slightly curious in my teens, but im straight! One night me and this guy got chatting in a bar after work and he was definitely hitting on me. But the worst part of all this was that I was totally loving it.
I couldn't resist his charm, his rugged yet perfect look. His defined jaw and gorgeous cheekbones, he was the kind of man you'd see in a designer perfume advert. I was actually getting aroused by him. As the bar shut he asked me what I was planning for the rest of the night, I knew exactly what he was trying to do. I told him that I was just gonna go back to my place, but I didn't want to go alone, and that I had some more beers in the fridge. The look I gave him indicated to him that he was allowed to come back with me. We got in a taxi, I couldn't believe what I was doing, it was so wrong, but felt so right! As soon as we got into my flat, the topic of conversation moved straight onto sex. I told him I was straight and that I'd never been with a guy, well as in had sex, id kissed a mate, and sucked him off when we were 16 but that's a different story! He was telling me that he'd never been with a girl, and that he loves just loves fucking men. Normally I would feel uncomfortable about a gay man talking to me like this, but I was getting more and more turned on.