First Bi Experience Sucking Cock For Married Man

I am happily married and consider myself basically heterosexual; it's summertime now and I find myself turning to take a look at nearly every female that passes by, and it's a rare guy who attracts even a fraction of that interest. (Okay, maybe once in a while a particularly handsome looking Arab type with androgynous features. Most white guys, though, it would never occur to me.) Still, under the right circumstances I found myself interested enough to explore a bisexual side a few times in my life.

It was all in college, more than a decade ago. Several of my classes were near a restroom that seemed to attract a lot of traffic. I was naive enough that it took me a long time to figure out why there was a permanent hole gouged in the wall between two adjacent stalls. I was in there one day-- it was packed, little did I know why-- and glancing through the hole at the guy next door I see him pulling on his cock, nearly erect. My mouth went dry and I watched for quite a little while, keeping my growing erection out of sight, I hoped. I wanted him to come-- I wanted to see that, and it didn't occur to me that he was trying to hold off. I finally packed up and left.

Thinking about it (a fair amount) I finally put it together. When my live-in girlfriend was home for a weekend I decided that I was going to suck a guy's cock. I went to the restroom one night and looked to see if anyone was around. Sure enough there was a guy in there, again pulling on his cock, a little thinner but longer than mine. (There, you know I'm not just relating a Penthouse Forum story now.) I started doing the same and he got a piece of toilet paper and scribbled something on it, wanting to know what I wanted to do. I wrote back (this was silly-- it was deserted and we should have talked) that I wanted to blow him but it was my first time doing anything like this. He seemed nervous too, though I doubt it was his first time. I told him about an office we could go into where we would be alone and I led him there. We went into the supply closet and he pulled out his cock again. I couldn't look at him, I was too embarassed, I just wanted to suck it and be done with that.

I knelt down in front of him and tried to get some saliva into my mouth-- I'd had enough blowjobs to have some idea of how to give one-- and slipped my mouth around the head. I sucked out, then licked some more and got it all the way in my mouth. In, out, in, out. No big deal. I kind of wish I'd paid more attention to how it felt in my mouth but mainly I just worked it up and down in order to be done with it and be able to say I'd done it (not that I'd tell anyone). He put his hand on my shoulder, a little tenderly, but that made my feel funny and I just kept sucking, determined to be done with it. Finally he groaned a little and my mouth filled with his come-- a little saltier than mine, I noticed. I swallowed and let his cock drop out of my mouth, and with as little fuss as possible I got out of there. It seemed like he wanted to continue, but I was kind of freaked out and wanted to be gone. Of course I only jacked off about it five times (ah, the good old days.)

About four months later I was invited to a dinner party on a night when my girlfriend had to leave. We screwed in the morning and then she left. I kind of thought the guy having the party was gay, but the guests were all sorts. After a certain point in the evening they drifted off, and I let my ride go. I thought Paul might want to have sex with me, and I was really turned on by the idea of him fucking me right after I'd had sex with my girlfriend.

One of the last couples still at the party was two lesbians and we let them drift off. Paul and I were sitting on the couch and I guess I wasn't as freaked out this time because I knew the guy. (He was Oriental, too. That helped.) We got to be talking about sex, I asked him if he was gay, he said of course, and I asked him how he knew. He said you know, don't you? I told him I'd had sex with my girlfriend earlier that day. That seemed to put him off, so I decided to move. I moved toward him and shut my eyes and just barely found his lips. First time I'd kissed a guy, not as agreeable as a woman's soft face, frankly. We rubbed our hands all over each other anyway, and I felt his cock. I wanted him to fuck me in the ass so I thought I should suck him early and give him time to get back up. I pulled his cock out and sucked it again. This time I let my tongue run over the head and down the shaft, really savoring how it all felt. It didn't take long and he shot in my mouth. I swallowed it all.

We went in the bedroom-- although I liked the idea that the two lesbians might come in and find me with his cock in my mouth-- and stripped and got into bed. I liked the feel of him in bed, bumpy and hairy. I cupped his balls with my hand and licked down his chest. Then he pushed me back and pushed my legs up, licking my cock and balls. It took about ten seconds for me to come, partly in his mouth and partly on my own stomach.

The movie "Making Love" had come out not long before-- remember how Harry Hamlin says he and Michael Ontkean took it real slow on Ontkean's first night? Just cuddled? What the fuck were they thinking? I wanted to do everything. I wanted to invent new things. Somehow I got that across to him and he lubed my asshole, sticking a couple of fingers inside. Get on with it already. Then he climbed inside. I felt like I was going to be pulled apart, like his cock was definitely pushing something it shouldn't be, but I soon loved it. He rammed me and held me in a bearhug. Finally he pulled out-- I didn't know about the enema effect of a buttfuck, but he explained later-- and shot around the crack of my ass. I lay there, feeling it trickle down onto my balls, just dazzled. I thought about it for weeks. And jacked off about twenty times a day.

But it didn't change my heterosexual outlook. Okay, pretty funny thing for a guy to say after getting fucked in the ass, but that's how I feel. It was something I tried in college, like skydiving and acid. To me, the test is what turns you on at first glance, and that's gals. Especially in summer.... It's not to say that I don't fantasize having a cock in me somewhere, again, but I know that I'm damned lucky that I didn't get a fatal disease, and so I'm content, well, fairly content, to leave it at that and just enjoy the female sex. Okay, as I say, jack off to the occasional bi video or something, but not really touch any more.

I'll tell you about my girlfriend and me with our friend Barry some other time....

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