I'm 32 now but I've only been gay for 2 years. I really did think I was straight. I dated and fucked women, did "man" things like drink beer and watch NFL football. Hell, I still do--watch the NFL, not fuck women. I did dream sometimes about guys and I'd catch myself staring at some guy's fine ass. But I was a gay-virgin until my 30th birthday.

Some friends had organized a birthday dinner at a pub near my office. My workmates gave me a booze-filled late afternoon surprize party. But that wasn't to be the big surprize. I left the office, a few sheets to the wind. I was drunk enough to completely forget where I was supposed to go. I wound up in a gay bar close to the office. A couple of gay guys from my office had preceded me into the bar for Happy Hour. When they saw me, they whooped and invited me to their table. Stan said, "Jerry, I didn't know!" "Know what?" "That you like boys." I laughed nervously and slurred, "No, no. I'm not gay. Uh-uh. No. Not me!" Stan said, "Right, right. And you just happened to wander into a gay bar." "That's right. I was looking for...for..." Stan said, "I know what you were looking for. And here he is now!"

OK, the guy walking up to the table was a really good looking dude and his butt hovered around my face, and maybe my dick jerked a little. Stan said, "Jerry, this is Tim. Have a seat, Tim. Next round's on me, for Jerry's birthday!" Tim sat next to me. We had that round and another. And another. Soon I was getting pretty chummy with Tim, whispering in each other's ears. Tim wasn't drunk but he probably had a buzz on. Much to Stan's delight, as I whispered into Tim's ear, he turned his head and kissed me! I was too drunk and stunned to pull away. Tim got his tongue down my throat to the cheers of the guys at the table. More rounds. Had to go to the bathroom. Stood up. Fell down, right into Tim's arms.

Stan said, "Tim, you live close. Why don't you take Jerry home. He shouldn't walk on the streets like this." So Tim threw my arm over his shoulder and helped me out. He hailed a cab, even though he lived just a couple blocks away, not far from my place. He loaded me into bed, fully dressed and semi-conscious. Tim got undressed and climbed in next to me. The next thing I knew, I was naked and fucking Tim's ass and loving it. I came up his butt and fell asleep, my cock up his ass.

When I woke up, with a really bad hangover, it was still dark, my cock was still up Tim's ass and he was sleeping with a smile on his face. He stirred just a bit when I eased my soft cock out of his ass. I went to the john, threw up, and took a shower. Why was I in bed with a man and where the hell was I anyway? Those questions left my mind when I walked back into the bedroom and saw Tim sleeping naked on his stomach. I was confused but I knew that this was a beautiful boy. His ass was spectacular. His long red hair fell over his shoulders, somewhat hiding his face. I had to see his face. I crept next to him in bed and gently pushed some hair out of his face. He was beautiful! Even I could see that. I knew I had fucked him, but I didn't really know what was under me. I kissed him lightly on the lips. He woke up, smiled and said, "I thought you'd be long gone!"

I confessed, "I was going to leave but I've got to fuck you sober." Tim said, "That's the nicest thing anybody ever said to me." It was Saturday. We fucked for hours, this time with no booze, no illusions. Tim defined sex for me. His ass was hungry for my cock. I got hungry for something myself and ate out his ass. That hetero veil was lifted. This is what I wanted. It took an angel like Tim to show me that I liked men. I liked men! What a concept! I babbled to Tim about gay sex, his beauty, how I loved him. That's where he stopped me.

"No! No, you're not in love. You just came out. Give it time, Jerry. Maybe you do love me. We'll get together again. Call me when you've debauched yourself." Well, debauch is what I did. I practically fucked every available ass. Stan took me to some gay bars. I always scored. The last thing Stan showed me was the Baths. Oh, my God! Who knew? It was a sex-fantasy land for me. I learned that it was because I was a straight-acting top that made me so popular. But I wasn't straight anymore. Before my 30th, men never crossed my mind. Now I thought of nothing else. After a few months, it wasn't just men that made my pants bulge, it was the thought of Tim.

I called Tim for a date. He cooked, then ate my cock. He had missed me as much as I missed him. He got naked, pulled me into his bed and thrust his incredible ass at me. I tongued his hole and fucked him hard. Between moans, Tim said, "I do love you, Jerry." I went wild and rode him with all my might. As I came up his butt, I said, "I love you, Tim." We've been together for nearly 2 years. Tim was worth waiting for.