Advice for a late bloomer

I apologize in advance for a long post, but I've got a lot to cover.I'm a bisexual guy in my late 30s. Figured out I was bi in my teens but haven't often acted on it and for various reasons (chief among those being the fact that I've been a single dad for most of my adult life, which has made any kind of relationship difficult), I've never been terribly comfortable with my sexual identity, and I live in a quiet, conservative town with no visible gay scene.I have no doubt about my attractions. My porn collection is testament to that. I have distinct types I'm attracted to for both men and women. For guys, my type is more or less like me, or what I strive to be - moderately fit, not hyper-masculine, not overtly effeminate, not a lot of body hair, and not super aggressive sexually. It's a type that I haven't previously really had any real encounters with. (There was one guy I went on a second date with, but he was even less experienced than me and got nervous and bolted before anything happened.)What's changed recently and brought this to the forefront was a trip to Burning Man. Not my first by a long shot, but one of my more memorable trips. Friday night I was about to call it a night and go to bed, and I came out of my camp to talk to my neighbors for a minute - late middle aged straight guys from the Midwest who always manage to get interesting types to sit down with them for a beer.They had three cute guys visiting with them at the moment, and I can't even remember exactly what happened. I recall one of them asking me about my shirt and if it symbolized anything. It was a Woot shirt from years ago with four cute cartoon foxes playing in leaves. I'd bought it because my girlfriend at the time thought it was the most disgustingly cute thing ever, so of course I got us a matching pair.Somehow the fox cuddle puddle discussion abruptly transitioned to the four of us leaving together for a well-known gay camp's orgy tent and doing our best to recreate the tangle of foxes, but with fewer leaves and more cocks.I love giving head and I love making out and it'd been a while since I'd done either, but I did both with all three of them, and received head, and two of them had sex between the other two of us, and I had a great time all around. We finished up, dressed, sat around the camp's fire, and then said goodnight and parted ways. I don't think I caught anyone's name.It's hard to explain the impact this had on me. I've been hit on by guys before, but they've always been not really my type physically, and they've often been aggressive almost to the point of being predatory, which is a huge turnoff for me. I've got serious trust issues with guys. I get defensive and close down, and I've never felt comfortable dressing or presenting myself in a way that might solicit attention.This time was different. I didn't feel threatened or pursued and it was completely mutual. When one of them got my pants off in the tent I was happy that I'd put on my cute briefs that day, even if they didn't stay on for long, and I think I glowed a bit when one of them told me I was cute while we were sitting around the fire - even if we were all probably less than 100% sober.Now, for the first time ever I feel like I've got a clear picture of how I want to present that side of myself and what I want. I just feel like I'm 15 or 20 years late getting there.I've had anal sex with a guy once, sometime around age 20. Giving, not receiving. Didn't do a lot for me, probably in large part because he was basically a bear, older than me and not my type, but I know my tendency is toward being a bottom anyway. I've had strap-ons used on me a couple of times and I've got a whole drawer full of toys, so I know that's absolutely something I want physically; I've had a clear desire for penetration since puberty.I'm self-conscious about my lack of experience, my ass crack hair, anal hygiene, etiquette - you name it. Stuff that plenty of other people go through, I know. In fact a girlfriend (the one who thought the foxes were disgustingly cute) finally got over some of her self-consciousness about doggy style only after trying out the strap-on and deciding that it was kind of hot from that end.I'm sure the answer to a lot of that is to find an understanding partner and just work through it, but that could take a very long time. Any advice anyone can offer on getting a head start would be much appreciated.One of my first steps is going to be moving out of this town. And no, it's not because I had a foursome at Burning Man. I've been hoping to move for years and now I finally have the opportunity. I'm moving somewhere with a much larger and more visible LGBT and more importantly more of my friends, so hopefully my social life as a whole will see a boost. I've also got one kid out of the house and the other not too far behind, so I'm going to be a bachelor for the first time in my life.In the meantime, I'm working to readjust and to process my experiences and get ready for whatever is next. If anyone else has something to share about their late start I'd love to hear it.