I always knew I got turned on by guys. Whenever I would look at porn, I really would get an erection looking at the nude bodies of men and their hot cocks. But I resisted my sexual desires for men and just pursued my hetersexual side. I have always had a very high sex drive, masturbating when I was around 9 years old, almost every day. The feeling of rubbing my cock and feeling the cumless orgasms of a young boy were overwhelming and I wanted to feel it over and over again.
So I got married and lusted after sex with my wife, filling my sexual need for a guy with constant sex with my wife.
But finally at the age of 29 I sought out a sexual encounter with another cock, another guy. I just want to experience giving a guy a hand job, to see another guy's cock in real time and to stroke his cock and make him cum.
I learned of a park where guys went to have sex with guys. I went to this park, nervous as hell, not sure what I was doing. There were guys there, kind of creepy looking guys. I parked my car and just sat there, not sure what I should do. A truck pulled up nearby and eventually a guy got out and stood in front of his truck. I looked over, but had no idea what I should do. He suddenly rubbed his crotch. I turned away and when I would look back, he rubbed his crotch again. Then I noticed his zipper down.
I got up the nerve to wave him over and he walked over to my car. He got in. I was so fucking nervous and not sure he was not a cop. We talked for a few minutes, not really saying anything, but obviously doing the "sex dance" with each other.
I just decided to reach down and touch his crotch. He spread his legs for me. Then he undid his belt and pulled out his cock. He had an average cock, but it looked so fucking good to my sex starved gay man inside. I took his cock in my hands and began rubbing his cock, making it grow and stiffen. I fucking loved touching his cock.
I stopped for a bit and he reach over and rubbed my crotch through my pants. I was so nervous, but it felt good to have a guy's hand rubbing me.
I undid my belt for him, he started to pull down my zipper. All those years of lusting after guys suddenly let loose in me and before I could stop it I started to cum. Cumming right in my underwear. As he realized I was cumming, he pulled my underwear down in front, exposing my cock and he started to try to go down on my cock, but I stopped him. I was so fucking nervous and embarrassed that I was cumming so quickly. He watched me shoot my last cum shot, my cum all over my cock and in my pubic hair.
Once I had cum, I just wanted to get the hell out of there. I was nervous, embarrassed, scared, confused. I apologized for cumming like that and he told me not to worry about it. Obviously I was very horny and he was glad he could help me out. He left my car and I pulled my zipper back up and got the hell out of there. I was mad at myself and swore I would never do anything like that again.
Needless to say, the "never" part turned out not to be true. Today, I am total cocksucking bottom slut.
This blog is my journey to my gay sexual self as well as details about my current sexual encounters. All done in my secret life as I am married man.
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