This is a true account of how I lost my anal virginity.
I travel a fair amount for work and a few months back I was in another city for an industry conference simply to have a presence there for my company and network with potential clients.
The last night there is the fundraising gala, which is not my favourite thing, but great food and liquored up prospects can at least make the night entertaining.
At one point I find myself standing next to the bar watching the UFC fights on the TV screen and an older gentleman I don't know comes next to me asking for an update on the previous fight.
I come to learn his name is Steve, he is a 60 year old, fit silver fox with grey hair and a grey beard, dressed to kill in his tuxedo. Myself, I am a 35 year old straight man that is pretty well built at 6' tall and 180 lbs, shaved head, blue eyes and blonde beard with no intentions of anything but watching the fights and enjoying a good night sleep before flying home the next day.
Steve and I strike up a pretty good conversation around UFC, baseball, business and married life; both of us have been with our wives for a long time and both relay being happily married at that.
About 45-minutes into our conversation, I hear a loud cheer coming from directly behind us, which I naturally turned all the away around to my left to see what the commotion was.
There were a group of people cheering a big play from the Lakers, but I no longer cared, because inadvertently as I turned, my right hand landed right on Steve's dick, my hand wide-open. I had a full hand wrapped around it and I froze.
I don't know why I didn't immediately pull it back, but I know my mouth was agape as I was absolutely amazed at how large it felt - I was in awe.
Now, I have always been a very masculine guy - I shared in my previous story my first gay experience was only a few months prior to this and that wasn't anything I sought after, but something about the sheer girth of his manhood had my undivided attention.
We look each other right in the eyes, Steve hasn't flinched either and has a small smirk on his face when I finally yank my hand back and start trying to stammer my way through an apology, no words really making sense.
Steve calmly reaches into the breast pocket of his tuxedo jacket, pulls out some cash and throws it on the bar table to cover our tabs and simply says "Come with me."
I wasn't even trying to process anything, my body felt like it was on auto-pilot and we just walked right out of the room, through the convention area and down the hallway of the hotel.
We climbed one flight of stairs with me following him in tow, which is when I really took notice to the firmness of his body; his broad shoulders, strong back and tight butt. Why was I noticing this?
I follow him right to his hotel room and we walk into the hallway of his room where we are both standing, now facing each other.
"I think you liked grabbing my dick, didn't you?" he says looking right into my eyes.
I tried to answer, but couldn't find the words "No, no, no, it was just an accident, I swear."
He doesn't break eye contact when he says "You want to see it don't you? Tell me you want to see how big it is."
My mouth opened, but words didn't come out, I just slightly shook my head no.
"It's OK if you do. I have a really big dick and I wouldn't mind showing it to you. You want to see how big it is?" he asks.
Again, no words and less head shaking than before.