Has anyone ever arranged to meet someone of the same sex for the sole purpose of just showing each other your parts? Or even more benignly, meeting for lunch/dinner simply to talk about same-sex sexuality, as a way of exploring the possibility?
I've never had a homosexual encounter of any kind. But I'm bi-curious, and probably would engage in such an experience, were the right opportunity to arise. And I imagine simple scenarios like the above as a way of getting started.
The thought of a man showing his cock to me, with the idea that at some time I might bend down and smell it, touch it with my hands, run my lips along it, taste it with my tongue, finally suck on it and take it into my mouth, stroke it while sucking until he shoots his cum into my mouth; so intensely erotic are all these possibilities that might sometime follow the exposure of his cock to me.
Likewise, the thought of exposing myself to another man is highly erotic, even though only for him to look. Strangely, my inability to have an erection actually adds to the erotic feelings. I imagine him asking me to drop my underwear and turn my ass to him, so he can see it. And he likes its shape so much, he begins to conceive of me as a passive receptacle for himself, not a man but more like a woman, at least for these encounters.
I imagine him later that night, after we've done our little preview for one another and split, daydreaming of that ass, and that soft cock, and wondering how it would be to put his hard cock into my asshole, to feel that nice round white ass against his body, to fuck me and hear my gasps, to fondle that soft cock as if it is a giant clit, and to hear me come while he does it. I imagine the feeling of his hot cum squirting inside my ass.
Sometimes, I imagine that he's shy, unable to be the one who does something to me, but rather, the one who desires an older man to do something to him. I picture us talking during lunch, and I describe to him my desire to overcome my E.D. by using a harness and dildo, giving me the ability to fuck a lovely lady hard and long. Or maybe, to fuck a man. And as I note his shyness, my desire to fuck him that way begins to build.
We agree to meet privately and show each other our bodies, nothing more. That meeting provides enough excitement for a strong orgasm later that night, each of us alone, at home. Another meeting, and this time, I tell him I just want to wear the harness and dildo, show myself to him that way. We undress and expose ourselves. I ask, may I touch him. For the first time, my hand touches another man intentionally. I feel his outer thigh, his ass, his inner leg, my hand cusps his balls, then, very slowly, I feel his cock. And that's it. No more that night.
Crazy, crazy, why so slow, why take so much time? I'm scared of this bi-curiosity, that's it. I don't really want this, do I? Or do I?
I've never had a homosexual encounter of any kind. But I'm bi-curious, and probably would engage in such an experience, were the right opportunity to arise. And I imagine simple scenarios like the above as a way of getting started.
The thought of a man showing his cock to me, with the idea that at some time I might bend down and smell it, touch it with my hands, run my lips along it, taste it with my tongue, finally suck on it and take it into my mouth, stroke it while sucking until he shoots his cum into my mouth; so intensely erotic are all these possibilities that might sometime follow the exposure of his cock to me.
Likewise, the thought of exposing myself to another man is highly erotic, even though only for him to look. Strangely, my inability to have an erection actually adds to the erotic feelings. I imagine him asking me to drop my underwear and turn my ass to him, so he can see it. And he likes its shape so much, he begins to conceive of me as a passive receptacle for himself, not a man but more like a woman, at least for these encounters.
I imagine him later that night, after we've done our little preview for one another and split, daydreaming of that ass, and that soft cock, and wondering how it would be to put his hard cock into my asshole, to feel that nice round white ass against his body, to fuck me and hear my gasps, to fondle that soft cock as if it is a giant clit, and to hear me come while he does it. I imagine the feeling of his hot cum squirting inside my ass.
Sometimes, I imagine that he's shy, unable to be the one who does something to me, but rather, the one who desires an older man to do something to him. I picture us talking during lunch, and I describe to him my desire to overcome my E.D. by using a harness and dildo, giving me the ability to fuck a lovely lady hard and long. Or maybe, to fuck a man. And as I note his shyness, my desire to fuck him that way begins to build.
We agree to meet privately and show each other our bodies, nothing more. That meeting provides enough excitement for a strong orgasm later that night, each of us alone, at home. Another meeting, and this time, I tell him I just want to wear the harness and dildo, show myself to him that way. We undress and expose ourselves. I ask, may I touch him. For the first time, my hand touches another man intentionally. I feel his outer thigh, his ass, his inner leg, my hand cusps his balls, then, very slowly, I feel his cock. And that's it. No more that night.
Crazy, crazy, why so slow, why take so much time? I'm scared of this bi-curiosity, that's it. I don't really want this, do I? Or do I?
