Here's the first part of a story that should span multiple entries. It's partly based on my own experiences exploring my sexuality in college:
John approached the home and sighed. It was a nice, spacious home in a fairly affluent area, and a home he'd visited many times before. He knew tonight would be difficult, however, and his stomach was in knots.
John was a junior in college, enjoyed school, socialized with friends on the weekends. He'd played offensive line his first two years in college, then grew tired of the time commitment and declined to play his junior year. This gave John more time explore his extra curricular activities, which is how John ended up at the home of a 47 year old gay man he'd been seeing for the past 4 months.
John, being a strapping young lad of 6-3, broad shouldered and muscular, found he enjoyed being dominant with girls in bed. Although certainly not an Adonis or shredded, John did well enough with the ladies and enjoyed on many occasions in HS and college exploring his dominant side. He found taller and thicker girls in particular gravitated towards him, and enjoyed how he manhandled then.
John excelled at making larger girls feel small, something they desperately wanted from him. He spanked them, pulled their hair, pushed their head down while they bobbed up and down on his large, uncut dick. John was a straight college student enjoying the company of the opposite sex...
But somewhere along the line he'd become curious. Curious to know what it felt like to not be in control in bed, curious to know how it felt to be on the receiving end of his dominant bedroom routine. Which is how Scott became involved in John's life.
It started out as gay encounters often did at that time, on the internet. John was considerably more open minded about sexuality than his peers, and had even been blown by a man his first summer after HS, during a stretch without any female attention. John placed an ad in CL explaining that he was a straight college student in the area looking to explore his sexuality, and before long was inundated with responses.
Some he dismissed early, too young, too old, too weird. Some talked with him and quickly lost touch with him. Scott responded a week after the posting and immediately caught John's eye. He was local. He could type coherent sentences without typos. He was older but not too old, at 47. He lived alone, he was a masculine gay man that enjoyed other masculine men, even straight ones in college.
John didn't know exactly what he wanted and how far he was willing to go. At the time of their initial contact, he probably wouldn't have believed that four months later he'd be visiting Scott on a regular basis, and on this particular night, giving Scott a very uncomfortable present for the soon to be 48 year old's birthday.
John walked up the stone steps and knocked on the door. Scott opened the door and invited John in. Scott was a tall man, shorter than John at 6-1 but solidly built. He had fraying black hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He greeted John warmly and slipped his arm around his college lover's waist, pulling him close and giving him a long kiss, his tongue invading John's straight mouth.
"C'mon now, you've got to be more enthusiastic than that tonight." John hated kissing Scott at first and had only grown to merely tolerate it.
