I finally had a gay encounter.
Three, actually, in one evening.
Though I’ve identified as a straight male for most my life, I developed a curiosity in recent years about man sex. OK, it was more than curiosity. It was a serious desire for cock, and it inspired all sorts of fantasies. Even when having sex with my wife, I dream of being fucked by a man.
But I was always afraid to act. For years, I struggled with my fears, and it wasn’t until last fall that I pulled together enough courage to follow through on my desires.
The opportunity came when I found myself in another city for a convention, and I looked up a bathhouse not far from the downtown area. My wife need never know. Even then, I debated what I would do, and it wasn’t until my last night in town that I forced myself into a decision.
I called a Lyft.
Months later, I’m still trying to sort through the experience. Here’s what I know:
1) I like sucking cock (I sucked the first two guys), but I’m a bit of a size queen. I was disappointed that my men weren’t bigger.
2) I like having another man give me a blowjob (the second and third guys). The one did OK. The third fellow had great technique, but he cut things short. Both seemed more interested in getting fucked than in giving head.
3) I don’t care for fucking men’s asses. I fucked the second and third guys (yes, I used condoms; I’m not suicidal), and it did nothing for me.
4) I’m not exclusively gay. Though I want more cock, I could never ignore a beautiful woman. I guess that makes me bi.
What don’t I know?
1) What’s it like to be fucked? This is what I really wanted, and I still want it. Doggy style, and maybe taking a second cock in my mouth at the same time. But somehow, I ended the night with my cherry intact.
2) Would I have enjoyed myself more if I’d had more experience? Let’s face it, I went in with a lot of fear and conflict. Glad I did it, but I was tense.
3) Will I do it again? I want to, and my job takes me to several big cities every year. But this virus is a serious problem (again, I’m not suicidal).
Three, actually, in one evening.
Though I’ve identified as a straight male for most my life, I developed a curiosity in recent years about man sex. OK, it was more than curiosity. It was a serious desire for cock, and it inspired all sorts of fantasies. Even when having sex with my wife, I dream of being fucked by a man.
But I was always afraid to act. For years, I struggled with my fears, and it wasn’t until last fall that I pulled together enough courage to follow through on my desires.
The opportunity came when I found myself in another city for a convention, and I looked up a bathhouse not far from the downtown area. My wife need never know. Even then, I debated what I would do, and it wasn’t until my last night in town that I forced myself into a decision.
I called a Lyft.
Months later, I’m still trying to sort through the experience. Here’s what I know:
1) I like sucking cock (I sucked the first two guys), but I’m a bit of a size queen. I was disappointed that my men weren’t bigger.
2) I like having another man give me a blowjob (the second and third guys). The one did OK. The third fellow had great technique, but he cut things short. Both seemed more interested in getting fucked than in giving head.
3) I don’t care for fucking men’s asses. I fucked the second and third guys (yes, I used condoms; I’m not suicidal), and it did nothing for me.
4) I’m not exclusively gay. Though I want more cock, I could never ignore a beautiful woman. I guess that makes me bi.
What don’t I know?
1) What’s it like to be fucked? This is what I really wanted, and I still want it. Doggy style, and maybe taking a second cock in my mouth at the same time. But somehow, I ended the night with my cherry intact.
2) Would I have enjoyed myself more if I’d had more experience? Let’s face it, I went in with a lot of fear and conflict. Glad I did it, but I was tense.
3) Will I do it again? I want to, and my job takes me to several big cities every year. But this virus is a serious problem (again, I’m not suicidal).