When I was seventeen, I was an angry teenager who trusted no one and who nearly everyone hated. I really had no friends back then. Still, I somehow managed to almost have a gay sexual encounter with a male classmate. But the most that happened is the guy showed me his package in full bloom. I never showed him mine, but I was being aroused by the experience mainly because no one had ever showed any sincere interest in me at that time, either male or female. I do believe he was gay because he was coming on to me big time as if this wasn't his first attempt. But he never forced himself upon me, and I've never felt as if the experience was weird, uncomfortable, or anything else. It did make me ask some serious questions about my sexuality though, but I believe a lot of teenagers go through that. You just have to ride it out.
I'm a bit worried he feels bad about the experience after all these years, mistakenly believing he was pushing me into something I didn't want to do. If by some miracle I ever meet up with him again and he tries to apologize, I'll stop him and give him a big hug. Maybe even a kiss so that he understands I'm perfectly all right and that the experience didn't scar me one damn bit.
I've always preferred women over men, and I still do to this day. (Very tasty! Please sit on my face!
) But if ever the right guy comes along, who knows? I might try it just to find out what it feels like. However, I doubt very much I'll ever fall in love with a guy. I find the feminine mannerisms of most gay men to be completely out of place with their gender. It may be an old-fashioned stereotype, but that's how I feel.