As it was almost fully hard, I leaned over and took the thick pink head in my mouth and started to try and do what I thought felt good. I was trembling with nerves, but I found myself needing to try it. I got up got in front of where he sat and slowly kneeled down, getting on my knees. He began stroking it while looking in my eyes. I quietly shook my head and he proceeded to pull out the biggest cock I'd ever seen. After a little more talking, he went for his zipper, but asked if I minded. He could sense that I wasn't experienced, but a little curious. But, newly single, I was strangely receptive. I would thank them and politely explain that I was straight.
I have never been offended if a gay man hit on me. We sat and talked and he started to mildly flirt. We moved the dresser and he offered me a beer, which sounded good. I said 'sure' and followed him back to his place. One day, the friendly older black man next door knocked and asked if I could help him move a dresser at his place.
I got an apartment and gradually met my neighbors. I'd never really thought about being with a man until the end of a long term relationship a few years ago.
