Older Gay Men Suck Good Cock Pt 1

How did it start? Well, I was around nineteen, and my friend Will had come out as gay. We were close, and he wanted company to go to gay clubs as he didn’t want to go on his own. Sure, at first I was apprehensive, but after several months, I found I enjoyed it. I liked the fact that there was no pressure and no real pretense to chat women up as most of them were either gay or bisexual with their respective girlfriends. It was a happy environment, very sociable, and although I wasn’t attracted to men, I did draw attention. You have never danced, unless you’ve danced in a gay club. There were some nights I didn’t go, and when I returned Will had made more friends.
He would always introduce me like this: “This is Steve… He’s straight.”
My best friend (who was the reason I had come to know Will) found it difficult to cope with things. He found the whole set-up sleazy. Sure, our friend would come back from the toilets, and the two of us would know what he’d been up to, but for me, that was his choice. Personally I didn’t have an issue with it. As long as it was consensual and he was happy, I was cool with it. Sometimes we’d dance for ages; other times, we’d just relax and chat with a group of people we slowly built up friendships with and get drunk. It was all social and just good fun. This was the early nineties. The rave scene in the UK had drawn its last breaths, and the club scene had really emerged.
On one particular evening, my best friend didn’t come along, he was working late. We were just socializing and dancing when Will arrived back at the table to...