In frank sex talks with men, whenever I am asked what was my most memorable sexual moment, my answer was a simple fondling.
What?
Indeed.
It happened in the early 2000s in London at a local theatre whilst watching a play.
I was in the corner seat at the back row and this older white straight couple sat next to me with the husband by my right side.
We had a brief introduction before the lights went off as the play was about to start.
Next few minutes I felt the man's hand on my right leg caressing gently.
I froze but didn't push his hand away as I was now hard.
I moved his hand to my crotch and there it rested until the interval.
By then I had lost interest in the play.
During the break and when his wife headed off to stretch her legs he asked me "How big?"
"Roughly 9" I responded
"I must see it"
We exchanged numbers and met up days later at my office after closing where we did what cums natural.
But that simple fondle that night was worth the price of the theatre ticket.
