It was the spring of 2017, and my curiosity got the best of me. I've led a straight life up until this point, married with children, 2 cars and a house, all the typical family things a guy like me is supposed to have. But I always craved the unknown, the taboo, the unthinkable: I wanted to be with a guy.
More than that, I wanted to experience sex with a man. When I was a young kid, I had a friend named Ron who would always grab at me and try to pull my pants down and make jokes about dicks and things. One day, when I wasn't paying attention, he succeeded, getting my sweatpants and underwear all the way down. I was angry and embarrassed, standing there with my dick hanging out, and said "you happy now?" He just smiled, walked over to me, kneeled down, and took my dick into his mouth.
I couldn't even react. I was completely and utterly shocked. Once I realized what was happening, the feeling of pure ecstasy and joy overwhelmed me, and I did nothing to stop him. He eagerly sucked me for a while, until that feeling of an orgasm overtook me, and nearly passing out, and with wobbly legs, I came in his mouth. He spit it out, but seemed to enjoy it. He apologized for "pantsing" me, but said he really wanted to see my dick. He asked me if it was ok that he gave me a blowjob, and I couldn't really answer him. I wanted to say no, but I ended up saying yes, it was ok.
From that moment on, whenever we were alone, especially during sleepovers, he would blow me, and I soon began to return the favor. I found that I really enjoyed sucking dick. But I was straight, and enjoyed women more, and after we transferred to other schools, we stopped hanging out and all seemed to go back to normal for me. That is, until last spring.