So, I live in the Carolinas. That usually means beaches, rednecks, and military. The military has its own means of policing, or did back then. That was to place undesirable locations off-limits. You could actually get in some sort of trouble simply for being in such a restricted place!

I had spent the day at the beach, but decided to hit the off-limits gay club later, after my beach "exposure". Laughing with and to myself.

I will admit, I was wearing some clothes that screamed gay—white Capri pants, almost see-through, and flops, with a blue Y-back tank top. At the beach, it was casual. In a military ville, it screamed gay.

Yep. Just like that.

So, I wound up at the gated and caged club, dressed in my best gay attire. I laugh now. My greeter was a girl. Her name was Cookie. She wound up being a friendly confidant.

They indeed let me in. The big girl in the cage called me sweetheart and all that. I later came to respect her as a friend.

I didn't know there was a drag show that night, yet walked into it. I had never seen a show such as what I witnessed. Not to mention all the gay men that made up the audience. It is difficult to be exposed to such a masculine environment occupied by so many gay men. Heck, even admitting I was adventurous was a stretch!

One of the performers took a liking to me. I was fresh meat! Laughing to myself now. I wasn't all too special. 6'1", perhaps 180, with a pretty well-sculpted physique. However, a town with thousands of that same version made me not at all that exceptional.

I soon found out the drag star that liked me also owned the place. There are privileges that come with being enticed by the owner.

Next thing I know, we are in the office snorting cocaine! This was back when cocaine was actually cocaine and safe and fun. I know, it is an old memory. I was somewhat blissfully ignorant. My host nudging "bumps" of coke under my nose while administering the absolute most amazing blow job I had ever experienced! Coke, or skill? Wasn't worried about which then or now.

Judge me if you care to.

So, I have the drag queen owner giving me an amazing blow job and feeding me lines at the off-limits club. Yes! That is how fast things progressed.

At a certain point, my "friend" convinced me to accompany him/her to a salon he/she also owned. Laughing to myself as I write.

We got to the salon, which had one of those old-school massage tables. I mean the huge mechanical, electric tables. More like a stage. Although I was really bad at it, I sucked my first cock. New and all that. I don't know what I was thinking, except that I was living a fantasy I'd had for a long time. Not a huge cock by any means, but enough for me. He, in return, was an absolute master! Not simply in sucking my cock, but in inducing pleasure I had never felt. It really didn't matter whether sucking me or licking me. Mouthing my balls or tonguing my ass, he was a miracle worker.

However, lord, I got fucked. And fucked again. Perfect size cock for a virgin. And Lord, did he/she break me in.

She/he got me from behind. From on top. From the side. We did indeed become friends.

Sheesh.

I came from getting fucked so many times. I don't actually know how many times I erupted from the not-so-simple pleasures inflicted on me. I may have learned a bit about sucking cock that night as well. But I am not sure. I do know I learned how to take a cock.

I never became concerned about specific sizes. For that particular friendship, things fit perfectly. We shared many dinners and conversations over the years. Not to mention pleasures. We never shared partners. It seemed we were enough for our own interludes. We never had any sort of commitment. Simply, when we got together, we got sweaty. I still remember his surprise the first time I came in his ass. Not angry, or upset. Simply surprised. He hadn't had that in years, he said. We did switch roles regularly. I was usually more comfortable getting all the attention. Don't get me started on nipple torture or teasing! Oh, and forget about melted candle wax. Try that sometime!

It was actually a first for me. Lord, the things we laugh about now. I had literally never cum in a man's ass before, with or without a condom. My first gay experience in so many ways and on so many levels was wrapped up around a single human.

I look back now with nothing but fond memories. There was never a drama playing out. Never a bad exchange.

A couple of unassuming guys who shared some experiences and adventures.

Oh. But the sex was always amazing! Lol.