I was 21 and had just finished at university. I knew I was into cock and had sucked one before but had been too nervous to take one in the ass. To me it felt like crossing a threshold into being gay that I wasn't sure about.
I had been chatting to a man called David online, who lived in my town for months by this point, and he made me feel comfortable enough to explain my anxieties about taking anal. He was very understanding and didn't try to push me into anything at all. He had sent me pics though, and was my perfect guy. Older, early 50s, tall, slim, bald, and with a sexy strong jaw. He sent me an underwear picture where I could see that he was obviously well-endowed.
David one day asked if I wanted to come round to his and I could use his dildos and he would just watch or leave me to it if I wanted. I was feeling particularly horny, and so I quickly said yes before I lost my nerve. I showered, shaved (everywhere!), and douched myself clean.
I arrived at his house feeling nervous, but he had said not to worry if I wanted to leave at any point, so I knocked the door and he answered looking tall and sexy in casual jogging bottoms and a vest. He invited me into the living room. There was some daddy-twink porn playing on the TV, which I had told him was my favourite, and there were 3 dildos of varying sizes and some lube laid out on the floor invitingly. I was nervous, but really turned on.
He asked if I wanted to sit down first or get straight to it. In my head, I thought "if I don't do this now I'm going to bottle it!" So I told him I wanted to get started. He asked whether I wanted him to leave or stay. I said whatever he preferred. He laughed and said he'd obviously prefer to stay, and sat down on the sofa.