I have a confession to make about one weekend I went away to visit my family. I stayed in a hotel at night and I met a guy in the next room who I found out was gay. He started to flirt with me and ask me into his room. We had coffee, and then he asked the question if I was gay. I said no, but I admitted I would like to know what it was like to be with another man. We undressed and then we started. We had great sex. Nice weekend! It's always been my secret and I never told anybody until now.
— Kevin, 41