Although heterosexual both before and since, for a short period of my life, I was involved in an intense homosexual affair. It lasted, on and off, for a couple of years with a man whom, after meeting, and chatting with him in a pub, I accompanied to his home. A few years older than I, he was humorous, pleasant, and good company. Although some of our conversation bordered on the ribald I was happy to accept his invitation. We walked for about fifteen minutes before reaching his home. Once inside a couple more drinks, and some chat and, after putting our empty glasses onto a coffee table, I followed his example and standing, followed him into the hallway and up the stairs to his bedroom.. We undressed and I joined my companion in his bed. Where I let him introduce me to homosexual sex.
Afterward, I was also willing to make arrangements to meet again, which we did the following week. Through my friend I got to meet a number of his friends who were also gay, and was taken to pubs and clubs frequented by the Gay community in the area. I found it quite strange and somewhat comical how it seemed quite normal for them to try it on whenever my friend was out of earshot at the Bar or visiting the bathroom. However, I didn’t take up any of the offers, both overt and covert. The affair, with us both taking either role of the time it ran. Ultimately, my moving, plus both of us realising that the was no real future together sounded the death knell for a period which I still occasionally look back on fondly
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