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    Bob is the only man I ever had sex with. OK, that may not be exactly true. There was another a couple of years before, but I don't think that one really counts because we didn't finish.I was in my mid-twenties (I am now 56). I was very interested in women, but was curious about what it was like to have sex with a man.I don't remember that guy's name. I do remember I met him in a strip joint. He was probably about twenty or thirty years older than I was. We enjoyed watching the girls strip. We drank and got horny. When we left the bar, we decided to go back to my place.When we got to my place the conversation soon turned to sex, and after a little discussion about sex he said, “I'll blow you if you'll blow me.”I knew that was coming. I was drunk, horny and wanted to sleep with a man so I agreed.We went to the bedroom, stripped off our clothes and crawled in bed. That's when things went south. He grabbed my balls and squeezed hard. He started criticizing my size and called me names. I wasn't going to put up with that. I wanted to have sex for fun. Pain and humiliation isn't fun. So I ended it.It was a couple of years before I was willing to try again. I had been approached by guys wanting to have sex with me, but I turned them down. I wanted it but had trouble trusting anyone. After a couple of years I was ready again, but I didn't know how to find guys interested in having sex. And they weren't coming to me every day.I decided to respond to some ads in a swingers magazine. (This was before the internet, dating sites and social media.) I didn't know how to meet guys for sex in any other way.Most responded that they weren't interested. One was interested in finding a boyfriend and I told him that was not my interest. I just wanted to have some fun. A one night stand or at most a fuck buddy. But no more.But one guy, Bob, seemed to be just what I was looking for. We exchanged numbers and we talked on the phone for a while. I told him about the guy who got abusive. He promised not be like that. He asked if I wanted to meet him at a bar or something, but I felt comfortable with him enough that I invited him to come straight to my place.Bob arrived at my apartment with some gay porn. We sat and talked for a little bit. Aides was big in the news back then and was scaring everybody, so I had to bring up the subject of safe sex. He said, “No problem. No exchange of body fluids.”With that out of the way, we decided to pop one of his porn tapes into the VCR. I didn't have a couch or love seat where we could sit side by side. I only had two chairs in my living room. We each took a chair and sat back to enjoy the video.The video had two guys getting it on in a locker room. I started to get hard watching the action. Bob and I talked about the things they were doing in the video and whether or not that was something either of us could get into. This was cool. We had a good idea of what we both wanted to do.We were both getting hard so we stripped down and sat back down in our chairs and started jacking off. I was hoping he would come over to me and start sucking my dick or something, but he didn't. Maybe he was concerned about being too aggressive because of the story I told him about the other guy.I decided it was now or never, so I stood up, went over to him and knelt between his legs. He spread his legs a little wider to help give me access. I took his warm cock in my hand and started stroking him. I cupped his balls in the palm of my other hand. I loved the feel of his skin.My heart was pounding in my chest. I was nervous just thinking about what I was about to do. I had fantasized about this moment for a long time. Now I was about to get my first taste of cock.I leaned forward and nipped the skin of his dick with my lips. He moaned as I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft. I stole a glance up at him and he had a look of intense pleasure on his face. I guess I was doing it right.I opened my mouth and took his cock in as far as I could. This was it. I had a cock in my mouth for the first time in my life. And I loved it.I kept this up for some time. I didn't want to stop, but I realized we would be more comfortable if we went upstairs to my bedroom. I stopped long enough to suggest we go upstairs.As soon as we crawled in bed he went down on me. I had to stop him because I had started to go limp, and my dick was feeling a little sensitive. I asked him to get me a little more erect before going down on me.He pulled his mouth off my dick and started stroking me. It always feels better to have someone else stroke my cock. I enjoy masturbation, but it feels better when someone else does it for me.I let him know when I was ready for his mouth. He sucked me with passion. Damn he was good. It didn't take me long before I was ready to cum and I let him know I was ready.He pulled his mouth off my dick and I immediately shot my load into the air. It landed on my chest and belly. Wow did that feel good. I wish it could have lasted longer.I always kept a pile of towels on my dresser to clean up after masturbating. So I grabbed a towel and wiped my cum off myself.It was my turn to get Bob off. He laid back and I knelt beside him. I took his cock into my mouth again. My heart was no longer pounding and I was getting used to sucking dick. I was so glad I was doing this.It took him a long time to cum. So long in fact that my mouth got tired. I told him so and I stroked him until he came. His jizz oozed slowly out of his cock and down over my hand. When he finished, I grabbed another towel and wiped off my hand and his cum covered crotch.We laid down next to one another, close enough to touch. His skin was warm. We chatted for a while. I'm used to kissing and cuddling women after sex, but didn't know if that was appropriate in this situation. I rolled over and started to cuddle and thought about kissing him, but then thought it might not be a good idea so I rolled back onto my back. He didn't seem upset and I don't know if he even realized what I was about to do.We finally decided to go downstairs and get dressed. We agreed that we wanted to get together and do this again sometime, but that never happened. Not for a lack of trying. We ended up playing a lot of phone tag and our schedules always seemed to be in conflict.We hugged before he left and I slept great that night. The next morning I felt weird. I wondered what the hell I had done. Did it really happen? The weird feeling lasted a few days and then went away. I have since wished I could do it again.I have since dated a few women and eventually married one of them. I've been married now for s*******n years and haven't been with anyone other than my wife. But I still think of the time with Bob every so often. The only thing I regret is not having tried to get a kiss from him.

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