What happens in… Denver

I’d only ever had contact with another man once in my life. He was the older brother of a friend of mine. I guess he was 29. I was a freshman at USC.
I’d gone to their house one afternoon during the summer break and everyone else was out. He answered the door in just a towel. I’d guessed I’d gotten him out of the shower.
I had always admired this guy.He had always been nice to me even though he was much older. He asked me in to wait, and I followed him up to his room.
He told me he’d been jerking off when the doorbell rang and really wanted to finish what he’d been doing when I interrupted him.
I said I would go downstairs and wait but I guess he decided to take a chance. He told me I could watch him if I wanted. I was curiously interested in that. I took him up on his offer.
So he stood up and dropped the towel from around his waist.
I looked at him as he stood in front of me, naked.
I was amazed by all the hair round his cock and balls. And his cock was so much bigger.
He told me to sit on his bed and then stood over me as he started touching himself. He was already semi-erect.
He stared down at me as he stroked his cock. Asked me if I liked seeing his penis.
I was enjoying it, even though I knew we shouldn’t be doing this. Told him I liked it.
I know it was exciting to him. His cock got very hard.
He came close to me as I sat there looking up at him and I watched his fist sliding up and down his hard shaft.
Then he asked me if I wanted to stroke it. I couldn’t help myself… I reached up and took his erect penis in my hand.
I could remember how it felt to hold his hard cock in my hand. I stroked him up and down and he encouraged me with his words and by putting his hand on my head and running his fingers through my hair.
He told me he was going to cum and stood to one side. His big hand came down and held my smaller one tight around his cock and he controlled the speed of my stroking until he ejaculated.
I was fascinated to see the white fluid shoot out of his cock.
Once he was done, he got dressed and we went downstairs and played on the Atari until his brother got home.
College started up again a few weeks later and it was never repeated. I’d still see him from time to time. We never mentioned it, but he remembered. I could tell from how he smiled at me when we met. It was a secret we shared.
And I pretty much forgot about it. Went about the process of reaching my own maturity. Had plenty of girlfriends.
I guess somewhere down deep I was left with an interest in doing something sexual with another guy.
I would look at bisexual porn. Jack off. Watching two guys going at it.
I’d even worked a dildo into my ass a couple of times while I furiously jerked my dick. Liked how it felt.
But I’d never found myself actually attracted to another man the way I was to women. Never turned to check out a guy passing me on the street. Nothing like that.
Until this one time when I was about 25.
I was flying to Denver for a temporary assignment.
And he was there at the aircraft cabin door, welcoming the passengers.
It was the weirdest feeling… like a jolt of electricity. The moment I saw him I was attracted. And he could tell. He knew he’d caught my eye.