Let me endorse the encouragement you’ve already received,
@Jim Spriggs. I was once in your shoes, having OK sex with women, thinking my low satisfaction level was a character fault rather than a matter of sexual orientation. When I started having sex with men, it wasn’t perfect. But I knew instinctively that it felt right. The world changed for the better.
You might be gay, you might be bisexual, you might be a straight who hasn’t found exactly what kind of sex makes him happy, you might be whatevs. But you’ll never know for sure until you try. Having sex with a guy—or indeed, with anyone new—can teach you a lot about yourself. Lessons we generally can’t learn any other way.
Go in with an open mind, and put words like “stupid”, “silly”, or “should/shouldn’t” on the back-burner. Sex makes us all stupid; straight, gay, or any flavour of erotic fun we happen to like. Sex couldn’t work if it didn’t infantilise us at least a little. It’s funny; the fact that sexy men made me stupider than almost anything else kinda proved it was right for me.
It helped that I got good sex education from my local gay men’s health centre before I embarked on any homosexual adventuring. It helped me set boundaries, both emotional and physical. (I kinda wish someone had shared the same level of frank, sex-positive wisdom with me before I started sex with women). Beyond that, I could give myself license to enjoy anything I pleased, with whomever I pleased, in a spirit of adventure, experimentation and novelty.
As a result, I’ve had plenty of fantastic surprises, and come to know some awesome men on a profound level I could never have reached with a non-sexual friendship. Even sauna encore unters and one-night-stands taught me a thing or two, and provided satisfactions well beyond the physical sensations. And even bad sex taught me useful lessons.
Enjoy!
