Seduced By a Gay man at 18

This happened years back. I want to get it off of my chest. I am in my 40s and have been in a long term relationship, good job, kids all of that. A typical middle class Indian who seems to be doing well but who has a secret he needs to get off of his chest.

I was 18. Very straight and I hung around with friends who were not gay or bi. As with most 18 year old males all I was interested in was girls. Although I am attractive in that girls have always fallen all over me, I was not seeing anyone, nor had I slept with a woman. That creates a lot of frustration. Not out of control, masturbation is a wonderful thing.

I was working at a retail store and was approached by a man who I would guess was in his late 30s or early 40s at the time. I had just turned 18. The man spent a lot of time with me asking me questions about the merchandise. I had no idea he was gay. I had no idea that he was scouting me out for seduction. I did not see anything coming. He ran a DJ business. He asked if I would like a job helping him setting up his equipment when he had gigs. I was very entrepreneurial and simply did not turn jobs down. I said I was interested and he took my name and number.

He called and asked me to come to his house for an interview. It was a little weird, although he was in his late 30s or early 40s, he lived in his parents’ basement. I went downstairs into his bedroom which was quite large, having 2 beds along a long wall and lots of space. No couches so you sat on a bed. Again, I was 18 and had no idea what was coming. Very naive. I don’t even remember talking about the job, although I got it (no kidding). He asked me if I know about what I think was the Forum section of Penthouse magazine which contains erotic stories. I did know and he pulled out some Penthouse magazines and had me read some particularly hot stories of men fucking women. All hot for me as I was into women. I also ended up looking at naked pictures of women in the magazines and was getting hornier and hornier which of course was his plan. I assume now that he knew how to seduce teenage boys. Get them really horny by reading erotic stories of heterosexual sex and by looking at really hot naked women. Then use that sexual arousal.

I was getting hotter and hotter. My penis was really hard and uncomfortable in my pants. He was sitting on one bed, except for when he was bringing me a magazine to look at. I was sitting on another bed. Hang on I am taking a sip of wine as I need to be a bit buzzed to share this. That’s better. Once he got me to a high state of arousal, he asked if I had seen a person (I forget his name) who had a really large cock. I said no and he pulled out a magazine of men, probably a callgirl but I can’t say now, with pictures of this guy with a cock that was like a foot and a half long non-erect. Indeed, there were no pics of him with an erection but that is not the point. Now this guy who is in the process of seducing me has me really aroused and looking at pictures of a naked man. Something I had never done. I am now looking at naked men with big cocks when I am super aroused. He then asked if I had ever had sex with a man. I had had the typical couple of adolescent encounters with male friends. A couple of blow jobs and one instance of anal sex. Years distant. I shared this now unbearably aroused which led him to his final question. Would I like to have sex with a man again. I did not even hesitate to say yes I was soooo very aroused. I mean my cock was throbbing I was so hot from the erotic stories and naked pictures. We both undressed. I remember thinking as I was pulling my pants down and then off, how hot I was feeling and that this seemed a little unreal.

He had me lay down on the bed, naked. He started running his hands over my body, my ass, my legs, hugging me, grabbing my cock. I had never cuddled anyone before or had foreplay. The few adolescent encounters were just down to it (blow job or the one anal – sorry there was some minimal caressing when an older friend took my ass the one time). Anyway, I found him grabbing me weird, foreign just because I had not experienced it before. I see now that from his perspective he was an unattractive older man (not kidding on unattractive bit) who had landed a catch, a really hot (no kidding I was the hot alpha male of my teenage peers – I am not embellishing for this confession), and was savoring it (me) before the finish.

After the touching and caressing which I was uncomfortable with, he guided me to suck his cock. Being that this is a confession, I was so hot and aroused that I was fully willing for him to put his cock into my ass and had gotten on all fours for him to do that. As it turned out this gay guy was not into anal sex, just oral, so he guided me to suck his cock. Confession – I would have liked at the time for him to give it to me up the ass, that is what I thought he meant by sex, but that was not what he was into. So he directed me to take his cock into my mouth while he lay on his back. I have a vivid memory of that. Before he came he told me he was coming and directed me to take my mouth off of his cock as he was worried about coming in my mouth due to my inexperience. I followed his direction and he came onto his stomach and chest. Then he had me lay on my back and he put his lips over my cock and started sucking.

It felt really good to have my cock in his mouth. I was so fucking aroused and hot and he gave good head and the orgasm was…can only be described as hot. It was a great release.

After I got dressed and left. I had been so conditioned to be homo-phobic that I felt very guilty over what had happened. I blamed myself and put myself through a lot of guilt and grief at the time. Literally felt despondent. I did end up working for him but because of the guilt I made it clear I would not sleep with him again and I never did.

Until the past couple of years, I felt that I was to blame for what happened. It literally took me decades to understand that I was not to blame. I had been seduced by an older man who knew exactly what he was doing. He was the hunter. I was the prey. He had a successful hunt.

The odd thing is that now I am not bitter at all. Indeed, the memory is erotic for me. I am in a heterosexual relationship but find the memory of that gay seduction satisfying and arousing. I notice that not many people actually comment on stories posted on this site. If you found this interesting I really would like some feedback. On the one hand I now recognize that there is nothing wrong with sexual pleasure and that the man seducing me found me hot and simply wanted to have me. On the other hand, I did not see it coming, would not have gone there knowing he wanted to seduce me, and was the perfect seduction target in that I did not see any of it coming until after I had been seduced. I do not like power imbalance language but there certainly was an experience imbalance. He did not say he found me hot, was gay, and was intent on seducing me. He used employment as a pretext and got me naked and in bed before I knew what was happening. Is it wrong to know find that okay?