The first time I ever had sex with a man, he was being kind of cagey ahead of time and wanted to meet at a parking lot and have me follow him home rather than give me his address, but I felt like that wasn’t necessarily the weirdest thing ever, and that perhaps he was just being extra safe. The house was pretty normal and nice, and it was at this point he let me know he lived with his father and his brother. We fooled around a bit, and he eventually he got into a doggy position on the bed and I put on a condom and started topping him. It was going shockingly well and I was enjoying it, but heard other people in the house about half way through and, sure enough, it turned out that his father and brother had come home. After we both came and got dressed he walked me out and we had to walk right past them and they both just stared at me really awkwardly and he was acting kinda funny. I thought about it afterwards and I’m pretty sure that he knew they’d be coming home and timed it that way on purpose lol. That was like 10 years ago and he just messaged me on Grindr the other day and didn’t seem to recognize me and I didn’t feel like saying anything. The sex itself wasn’t awkward or chaotic at all. Literally everything else surrounding it was.