"I'm gay," my friend said to me one day. We were in college, in our 20s. Both married. "Is that all?" I replied. "I kind of figured you were."

We were having coffee in a Denny's restaurant between classes. On our way back to campus, he said he needed to stop by his apartment. So we did. I remember sitting on his couch. He sat on the floor in front of me. I don't remember the conversation well, but he was saying that he just loved sucking dick. He said if he could he would like up 10 cocks and suck them all one after the other.

And that's all the more explicit his offer got. I didn't respond the right way, so it ended there. In fact, it didn't really occur to me that he was offering until way later.

He's a doctor now. Somewhere in the midwest, I think. He divorced his wife and married some guy.

That conversation happened while we were in our 20s. It wasn't until I was at least 35, and divorced myself, that I began experimenting with guys. Especially having guys suck my dick. Now that I'm almost 50, it's one of my go-to get off methods.

Do I regret not letting him suck it? I do regret it.