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First time going gay

... lie on the bed, hands behind my head, deep in thought. Here's my chance to finally be who I really am. Yes, I'd pursue this new life. Nine o'clock rolled around as I waited in front of the hotel for Jean-Claude. The San Diego evening air was splendid. Jean-Claude pulled up in his black Cadillac STS, a very cool car. He was dressed in charcoal slacks, and a fine black polo shirt. The very few platinum accessories he wore offset his dark looks. &#034Let us find this nightlife in 'our' neighborhood, shall we?&#034 he said. &#034Yes, we shall.&#034 I answered. We drove to a semi-crowded area, parked and walked to a nice bistro. &#034Let me order please,&#034 he said. He ordered several things I'd never heard of, but every single item turned out to be delicious. We drank wine as we ate, French of course. Our meal was just the right size, not the typical huge meals I was used to back home. I wasn't full, but felt very satisfied. We adjourned to a sidewalk bar, sitting at an outside table that allowed us to view the people passing by. Several times someone, always a man, would stop by to great Jean-Claude. He was very popular. This was becoming one of the most enjoyable evenings of my life. We laughed and drank, touching one another as we exchanged barbs. He was a handsome man, a few years older than me, and he was in very good condition. He had a way about himself that made me feel very comfortable. The evening began to get late when he asked; &#034It is a long drive to your ...

... hotel, would you consider spending the evening at my place?&#034 I immediately said, &#034Yes.&#034 We returned to the car and drove to his place. It was very, very nice and tastefully decorated. We shared one more glass of wine. He said, &#034You of course know you are very beautiful. Those men that stopped at our table were stopping to look at you, not to speak to me. They were all very jealous.&#034 I laughed and then deeply yawned, the day had been long. He said, &#034Tired? There is a spare room that I will prepare for you, or...?&#034 He left the question hang in the air. &#034Show me to 'your' bedroom please,&#034 I said. He reached out for my hand and led me to his bedroom. The bed was large and comfortable looking. The sheets had been turned back. As I looked into his eyes I said, &#034I've never been with a man before. I think about it every day, but you'll be my first.&#034 He smiled and bent forward to kiss me. He held my face in his hands and kissed me deeply, our tongues dancing with one another. The kiss went on and on, it was wonderful. He pulled away and began to undress me. There was a heavy sensual silence in the air; I was about to make love with a man. He'd completely undressed me; I stood naked before him, my cock at full attention. He undressed himself, his eyes never leaving mine. Once naked, he returned to the kiss. I felt his hand grasp my stiff cock, slowly stroking me. I reached down for his cock; it was long and thick, matching my own. We kissed for a ...