I had always considered myself as kind of a good looking straight guy. Blonde, 6 ft tall, bright blue eyes, nice 6 pack abs, slim and very buff. I had no problems with dating and even most times, the girls I dated, wanted to have sex with me. They were surprised that I displayed an 8 inch, fat dick and most had slight problems taking all of it. Most wound up sucking me off. That was ok but, they even had problems taking it all in their mouths. No one even attempted to deep throat me.

One night, I was being very intimate with one girl and she said it was really a problem for her to take my dick either in her pussy or her mouth. I told her that I was sorry but, that’s just the way I was built. She told me that maybe I should try having sex with some guy. She had a friend that was gay and she said that she was sure he would like to meet up with me. I told her no thanks. Guys are just not my thing.

I guess one might say, that put the seed in my brain for thought. Could a guy really satisfy me sexually? Could a guy take my dick all the way down his throat? Maybe even take me up his ass, all the way? The thought of my being curious never struck me as being anything but normal.

I had to go to San Francisco on business and I checked in one of those Motels on Market Street, only a couple of blocks from Castro Street. I had heard of Castro and the gay bars and some of the wild things that go on there. So, since I was in the area, I thought I might go out that evening and see what The Castro is all about.

As I wandered through this little business area, I noticed a lot of guys, holding hands and going in and out of some of the shops that were still open. Shops displaying men’s underwear, leather goods, jewelry stores, etc. There were several eating establishments and several bars. I decided I’d get a beer in one of the bars. I walked in and was immediately surprised by some TV monitors displaying, what looked to be, male models in the nude. Some were dancing and gyrating their butts around while showing partly or fully erect dicks.

I got up to the bar and ordered a beer. The bartender was deep in conversation with a couple of guys and hardly made mention that I was there, let alone serving me a beer. I noticed one guy that was standing against the wall, he slowly moved over toward me and set his half empty glass of beer down on the bar next to mine. He said, "Howdy." I looked at him and said, "Howdy, right back at ya." He asked if I was a local and I told him I was here on business. I noticed that the guy was a good looking chap and he was just in Levi’s, a white t-shirt and white sneakers. He was about the same shape as I and about my height. He asked where I was staying while in San Francisco and I told him in a motel He said he lived across the bay in Oakland. He was just out on a night in the town. He suggested that we might go to my motel, but I told him I wasn’t