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Really, I think I was always a little bi curious. As a teenager, I thought about it occasionally, but the homophobia was so rampant I didn’t dare take a chance of anyone finding out. Besides, I liked girls way too much and my attention was largely focused on trying to get some pussy.
In college, in the mid to late seventies, thousands of miles from home, things overall were much looser and accepting, but my crowd was still a pretty Neanderthal one. Plus, for a lot of that period, I had a real girlfriend and we were getting it on all the time. But I still had curiosity. When I was a freshman, there was an older boy in Glee Club that I admired. He was tall and blond and very pretty and, I told myself, just a bit on the effeminate side. I don’t know if he was actually gay or bi, but I decided if he ever made a pass at me, I would go as far as he wanted. He never did.
A couple of more girlfriends along the way, and in my mid twenties, I was starting law school. I met the woman who would become my wife, and was insanely in love (well, still am, really) In your twenties and early thirties, engagement, wedding and early married years, you are so focused on your wife, sex with her pretty much any time, getting established in life, raising little kids, you convince yourself that she is all you want and need, and thoughts of bisexuality, or other extracurricular fun, seem to fade way, way into the background.
Flash forward some years, kids are preteen or teenagers, her sex drive has slowed down tremendously, with work, the house, kids, etc., if it hasn’t disappeared entirely. You spend way too much time with your penis in your hand, thinking of ways to wipe up your come that she won’t notice, hiding porn mags in drawers (these were pre internet days), thinking about your secretary, or your wife’s best friend with the huge tits, or whatever.
The internet makes its appearance, mid to late nineties, and you find sex everywhere. Forums, chat rooms, personal ads. Women who want to play. Men who want to play. Couples who want to play. And you start to think. “I don’t want to die having only had a vanilla sex life with my wife and a few women before. I want a past. I want to experience some exotic things.” And you start contacting people. All kinds of people. Men, women, young, old And you meet them discreetly. And before you know it, you’re masturbating another man’s penis, and then sucking it, and he’s doing it to you, and you love it. Not enough to lose your marriage, but enough to keep doing it. Probably your wife is not receptive to an open lifestyle. Maybe you raised the idea, and she shot it down. Maybe you knew better than to even try. You think about men’s asses, and possibly trying anal, top and bottom.
And at some point, you realize that playing with dicks is just a part of what makes you happy in bed. You cover it up and never, ever, let it show in your real life, but it’s in your head constantly, and you indulge when you can.
WOW - SPOT ON. Not exactly my story but enough similarity for sure. We want sex. Sex comes in so many forms and what turns you on constantly changes. Im just so so so happy now that it is widely available and relatively safe. Its made life so much better!
