I still think about an “arrangement” I had with a friend I made through work. Although thinking back to it— one of my first same sex escapades— has become more infrequent since it happened two years ago, the memories still get me harder than any other of my sexual experiences. But, unfortunately, I’m finding the details of what began a few years ago are beginning to fade, so it’s for that reason that I’m writing this, my first gone wild story.
At 22 I graduated college and moved to New York. I didn’t really have any plans but I liked art so I figured that I would try to work in art galleries while I figured out whatever my life was going to be. The type of self discovery I was planning on doing during this time was only having fun in my youth with friends and figuring out maybe what I wanted to do more long term. This is to say that I was NOT planning on doing any sexual discovery. To the outside world- even if I worked in art- I was a straight guy. I had always seen women. My kind of gender role was jock/dumb guy.