A first time

What a crappy New Years this had turned out to be. Stuck in a city where I knew basically no one, away from family and the long-term friends, I had stayed in and watched reruns of House instead of getting out and trying to find something exciting to do. When New Years itself had dawned, gray and with a slight chill in the air, I wandered around my small apartment waiting for something to strike me as interesting. The day wore on, and I hopped online to check my accounts, see if anyone on the meet-up groups had messaged me, when I got the urge.
I had been getting the urge for a long time. I had always been a regular pornography watcher, but in recent months my tastes had shifted. I still watched the usual man on woman porn, the hard fucks, barely legal teens, and group sex scenes, but I had started to drift into new territory. Two men with a girl, but the men were often more interested in each other than her, she was just to help occupy the cock left out. Interracial play where the big black cock was dipping into a man’s ass rather than a tight pussy. I had even purchased several toys, using them on myself while watching this new eroticism play out in front of me.
Porn, and some online anonymous chatting, was as far as it had ever gone. I felt my urge build up, and played with myself until I was gratified, and then it subsided. Sometimes for months, but recently it had been only days that had gone by until I wanted to shove that purple silicone cock back up my ass, letting it rub against my prostate until I came hard in the oversized chair at my computer. I wasn’t completely sure how I felt about it, but it didn’t matter, I was alone, and horny, and wanted it. Today was no different, so I chatted with several different people, making up wild stories together as I sat there naked, when one of my accounts chimed.
“Hey, like ur pics,” was all it said. I noticed the user, Bearboi67, was online, so I shot him a message back, “Thanks, can’t see yours since I’m a basic member. Want to chat?” And in an instant an IM popped up.
This thrill was different. No longer was it some anonymous male (if they were even males, who knows), but someone who had seen pictures of my own body, my toys, my cock in my hands. And he lived in the same city as me. We chatted slowly, him trying to tease out what I had and had not done, me being very honest with him. I was basically a bisexual virgin, plenty of women in the past, but no men. He said that was too bad, inquiring what I might want to try if I had a man in front of me. Finally, he led the way with, “so, you want to meet?”
I sat there wondering what to say in response.