Better Late Than Never
Posted on: March 09, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Better Late Than Never. Probably everyone who reads this was happily experiencing some aspect of gay sex by the time that they were a few hours out of puberty, or so it seems when I read the stories. But it did not happen that way for me. I was thirty-nine, three years, ago, when the “first time” event finally occurred. Don’t get me wrong, I was not virginal. Probably most things that could physically sexually be done with another person, I had done. But all with females. I was happily married and used to make comments that we did more in our bedroom than any porn movie producer could dream up. It was largely true, in my mind, and I was a great aficionado of hetero porn. I had never thought about being aroused with another male, not that it offended my prurient senses in any way, there was just not any conscious thought of it that I recall. The gay life was as foreign to my lifestyle and way of thinking as was a coven of vampires, perhaps. If there are covens of vampires, I don’t know. At a business conference in a jet-plane-away city, several of my colleagues and I were living the good life on company expenses, including a very tiny hotel with exceptionally nice quarters. I had ended up with a small suite and early in the week of the conference, we all ended up ...
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