Jason was a natural bottom although no one would think it to look at him. The guy was Mr Virility with a big muscular body he took good care of and a matt of dark, crinkly chest hair covering his shapely pecs. To meet, he was a very self-confident, assertive guy who gave the impression he knew how to handle himself and took no shit from either men or women. The first time I saw him, he struck me as the male equivalent of the unattainable woman who is just too perfectly desirable to be available to ordinary mortals like myself. He was at that moment in the company of a very attractive girl and there was no sign that he was anything but hetro. It was an early evening drinks party and eventually our paths crossed. I was surprised by his friendliness. I had little experience of gay men at the time so I didn't realise he was actually being discreetly flirtatious. I think of myself as straight but I admit I felt a sexual stirring in his company that his behaviour intensified. He'd come by taxi and asked if I'd drive him downtown. It was all perfectly natural. I said I needed to leave soon and he said sure. I didn't know what to think really as we walked to my car. I'd never felt this way about a guy before and the signals I was getting were like those you get from a woman who's up for sex. My body was singing even if I didn't have a hard on, thank God, or I wouldn't have been able to walk upright. In the car, we looked at each other. His smile said come on; my brain urged me, do it. I leaned over and very cautiously put my lips against his mouth. He literally melted like a woman does when she wants to be taken. We necked furiously, not caring whether anyone passed and saw us. I slid my hand inside his shirt to caress his breasts, teasing his nipples through their carpet of hair. I reached for his crotch but he stopped me saying “you'll make me cum in my pants.” We kissed some more then he whispered: “You'd better take me home and fuck me.” Twenty minutes later, I was deeply up his ass and he was screaming for more.