Honestly, I had no idea how it came about. One minute we were watching football, and the next... well... you're about to find out.
I was in my late 20's, married and had discovered overtime that I was a closeted cock sucker. However, in saying that I gave away absolutely no indication publicly of my love of cock in my mouth, I was married so had to keep a low profile.
Roger was late 40s, single after his marriage breakdown and we had seen each other and eventually became acquainted at the local tavern when they held certain events. Starting with a "Hey" and then over the weeks and months that followed progressed to drinking at each other's tables whether alone or with other mates.
Arriving at the Tavern later one evening I was locking up my car and heading towards the front entrance when Roger made his way out.
"Save some cash and come for a drink at mine," Roger said his face lighting up upon seeing me.
Roger lived in nearby units and so I left my car where it was and walked alongside him for the short stroll to the complex of units, chatting about our day as we made out way to his front door. He fumbled into his pockets for his keys and unlocked the door inviting me into his small but nice unit.
Grabbing a couple beers from his fridge Roger invited me to his living room where we sat on the couch, taking a sip out of the bottle he reached out for the remote to the television and put on that night's football matches.
As the football reached half time, we were both a couple beers deep, we had been chatting about anything and everything, calling out the referee's decisions like proper armchair experts, and been having a decent time.
Out of the blue Roger asked a question which caught me completely off guard.
"Have you ever thought of being with a man?" he asked me.
Perplexed I immediately snapped back "No,"
"Oh, I know you're married and stuff but... it doesn't matter please lets forget it." Roger replied, apologetically.
It was a moment I could see defeat cross his eyes, so without blowing my cover I realised he was comfortable with me so the least I could do was hear him out, maybe provide some advice of sites or apps I had "heard off".
"No Rogers, honestly, I have had thoughts before but that's about it. Come on Bud tell me why you asked." I spoke, a lot more softly than my first response.
"You can't laugh or treat me different!" Roger started.
"I wont man, tell me what's up."
Roger went on to explain that it had been two years since his divorce, three since he had been touched, and how the other day while browsing on a well-known video website that hosts pornography he had stumbled across some gay videos.
"I... I don't know how to say it... but..." Roger continued nervously.
"It turned me on, and it got me thinking what it would be like. Does it feel the same?"
