Until that time, I had been "mostly" heterosexual. To wit, barring my early life ones of "playing doctor", this one was the first man-to-man one I had until I was 23 years old.
I had noticed that I took notice of porn pics/films/etc that included a man's cock. Two women going at each other just didn't seem to do it for me. The scenes that I liked always seemed to have to include a hard cock or two.I felt "slighted" if they didn't. I remember going to a local Drive-in Movie (wow, aren't they a thing of the past?) with various girlfriends, but I noticed the scenes that most enticed me were the ones with cocks in them. In deed, I remember looking around at other cars while my girlfriend sucked me off. I looked for others getting head or fucking. I'd watched them as my girlfriend sucked me. Why was that, I wondered?
I began to think about "that time" on the oil tanker... (I'll continue that story for those that want to email me), but I started to think about cock. I began to notice that I liked watching my own cock go in and out of my girlfriend's mouth. It wasn't so much her, but the sight of her mouth sliding up and down a hard cock that got me off.
One night, ("while on a break",,ha, ha), I drove by a locally known gay bar. I didn't dare go in, but just circled it a few times near closing. After a few circles, a man drove up along side of me and nodded at me. Instinctively, I nodded back. He pulled ahead of me and drove by the same bar I had been cruising by, but he put on his blinker and turned, and I followed. He seemed to slow down to wait for me and signaled and turned again. I followed. I had no idea if and what I would do if he stopped, but kept following him. Coincidentally, or not, he drove right by my home at the time. I worried that he knew me, but he passed by it and kept going for several blocks until he ran down a dead-end street and stopped. I pulled in behind him, several car-lengths behind him. "What would I do now", I thought? Nothing happened. Several minutes went by until he flashed his dome light. I flashed mine in return. Still nothing... I was frozen in place and afraid to make a move. I sensed that he was gay and wanted to meet me, but I was afraid to make a move.
Shortly, he turned on his interior dome light again and waved at me. It was very cold that night. I remember his exhaust steaming ahead. Maybe because I had a few drinks earlier and was feeling little pain, I screwed up my courage and got out of my car and went to his passenger door. He leaned over and cracked it open and said "Come on in".. and I sat along side of him.
He was tall and kind of looked like "Art Garfunkel" in a way,...tall, thin, with a blond curly hairdo. Nervously, I said, "hello", but began to talk about his car,...an AMC Eagle 4Wheel drive, which was unusual at the time.
We exchanged small talk for a bit, but I suddenly noticed that he had his zipper undone and was slowly stroking his cock. It wasn't near hard, but I noticed that it was huge compared to mine. (I'm no eunuch and have a decent cock, but his was huge!) I remember it reaching up well beyond the lower part of his steering wheel. I probably stared at it, but didn't realize that I did. I remember that it seemed to stretch well above his belly button as he sat there. It wasn't abnormally thick, just very long. It was the longest cock I had ever seen, in person or in film.
He flapped it against his belly without saying a word. All I could do was stare at it. I think he knew and reached into my crotch to feel me.
I was shocked at first, but I shortly screwed up my nerve to reach over and grasp his cock. My hand covered only a third of his length. I was amazed. He seemed to smile knowingly. It had to be ten inches or better and it still was not hard. This was the first time I had ever had my hand around another man's cock, but it felt nice. I was scared. I mean, I'm not a pussy, but to have my hand around another man's cock was a totally new experience for me. It felt wonderful. It was so much bigger than mine and hot to the touch.
Suddenly, I became reaware of where we were (parked on a street), and for some reason, I invited him back to my house, which was no more than a few blocks away.
He agreed and followed me home and I led him to the back door. I guess I was trying to stay "incognito"...?
I owned an old converted "row-home". It had been converted to three apartments and I lived in the smallest first floor one. Basically, it was a one-bedroom apartment whose rooms were in line,...living room, bathroom, bedroom, and kitchen.
Terry (his name) needed to take a piss and I showed him the door as we walked towards the living room. I sat on the couch and waited. I'm not sure for what,...
