it's so good u got counseling u found out ur sexuality is normal. im' so resentfull of society saying this is wrong or that is wrong. it's so good ur beyond that. u can enjoy being urself not let urself be led by guilt. i wish everyone "got it."
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it's so good u got counseling u found out ur sexuality is normal. im' so resentfull of society saying this is wrong or that is wrong. it's so good ur beyond that. u can enjoy being urself not let urself be led by guilt. i wish everyone "got it."
At about 26 I thought I was over that "phase" of my life until I was at the gym, a ymca in the late seventies. I had worked late and was getting a late workout, the place was almost empty. I noticed a slim blonde guy on the other side of the room that was looking at me every time I looked up. I finished and did what I usually did in striping down and grabbing a towel for a 10 minute sauna before showering.
As I sit on my towel reading a paper the guy comes in and sits across from me. No words were spoken. Like most he and I had a towel around us and when you sat the towel would end up open. We had been sitting a couple of minutes when I looked up to see his hard dick. I looked down immediately. About tens seconds and I'm looking at it again. A good 7.5 and real thick in the middle. As I raise my eyes he's looking straight at me. I feel my cock getting hard and give a glance, I'm already half hard. I look again and he is slowly stroking and smiling. I'm in a panic now and real hard, he's stroking and looking at my dick. I stand covering myself and quickly retreat hearing him asking me to stay. I don't even shower, just change and get out. I knew he would follow into the shower. Once in the car I was still so hard I considered jerking right there, it would not have taken long. I was hard the entire drive home where I found my new bride doing something in the kitchen. I hugged her from behind and pulled her shorts down and was inside her in seconds. I came in about a minute and in my mind I had his cock in my mouth and he was coming. I still remember her asking what ot me so worked up. Can't remember what I said but it certainly wasn't " a guys fat cock in the sauna." I knew then even after 3 years of no male contact it wasn't over.
about 16 years ago i began camming with men as well as women. i liked it but never figured i would be doing bi activity. Until i started looking at bi porn and bi websites reading erotic incidents between couples n bi men....str8 men n bi couples...str8 men n bi men etc. Was on a bi/gay hookup site and was messaging alot of men and getting alot of messages one day an older guy who was living not far away invited me over a few times and one time i said yes. He wound up sucking me off and i told him i liked my asshole licked too. he said the next time he would rim me. Didnt think i was going back..i felt ashamed of my actions of playing with a man but a couple weeks later i agreed to come over again and he sucked me off and rimmed me pretty good. i sucked his dick without asking and he was very appreciative...he said most guys he met would not return the favor although it was not a requirement. The fact that he really enjoyed it was what i liked. now he will do anything..anyway i ask. that was my first bi encounter that got me hooked.
My first time was intense, and most certainly unexpected.
I was 100% straight until about ten years ago, and never had any inclination to explore sex play with other guys. But circumstances tend to change, and in 2005, mine took a dramatic turn when my wife, lover and partner lost her left breast and both ovaries to cancer. Along with them, went all future interest in sex and nudism -- my two greatest passions. Not only was her sex drive gone, the type of cancer she had prevented her from taking the hormone replacements that might have restored it. After one very frustrating year with no physical intimacy (other than the self-service variety), I began to realize a more-than-casual interest in like minded guys. In a way, it sort of made sense. Sex on the side with another woman would have felt too much like cheating, and the odds of finding a willing female co-conspirator at my age were growing increasingly slim.
As winter set in, I started hanging out with Bruce and Colleen, a younger nudist couple across town. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was aware that Bruce had once expressed a casual interest in exploring guy-on-guy fun, but at the time I had a fulfilling sex life, and no particular interest in straying across the gender line.
Indeed, our get-togethers started off innocently enough; just naked friends enjoying a naked dinner, drinks and a movie or a rousing game of Pictionary on a cold winter night. One night, however, I glanced over from the movie -- The Goodbye Girl, as I recall -- to see my hosts going at it hot and heavy on the couch just a few feet to my left. As the tempo of their play increased, I got the distinct sense they would soon want their privacy. Awkwardly, I started searching for my clothes and an excuse leave.
"You really don't have to leave," they protested. "You're welcome to stay. You can even join in, if you want to."
To tell the truth, I had never seriously considered the possibility of participating in a threesome until that very moment, but the invitation was clearly there, and I'd been too long without sex far to refuse it. The next thing I knew, the three of us were all moaning and groaning, naked on the couch. Bruce and I took turns pleasuring Colleen, and she us. It was wicked, but also wonderfully liberating, and as the night wore on, I found myself witnessing things -- and doing things -- I, frankly, never thought I would.
Bruce and I took turns tonguing Collen's clit, then I watched my friends fuck passionately and without inhibition right in front of me -- and they watched intently as a sensuously stroked my cock. I held Colleen as she shivered with orgasmic pleasure, and sucked her nipples as her boyfriend filled her full of himself. Finally, Colleen stroked me to the most powerful orgasm I'd had in years. Initially, I was worried that jealousy or regrets over what we'd shared that night might sink our friendship, but no unhealthy emotions surfaced, and the following weekend I found myself back at Bruce and Colleen's place for a repeat performance.
Now, each time we were together, the intensity of our sex play seemed to increase, but Bruce and I were exclusively focused on pleasuring Colleen. There was, admittedly, some incidental contact between us guys -- "crossed swords," as Bruce jokingly called it -- but it all seemed perfectly natural and quite unintended. In retrospect, I was probably being naive.
Somewhere in the middle of our third encounter, Colleen pushed herself up on her elbows, sat against the headboard, and quite matter-of-factly announced that she wanted to watch Bruce and me play together while she diddled her clit. I was reluctant to explore sexual contact with another guy, but I even more reluctant to offend my hosts or kill the intensely erotic mood we'd created. So, hands trembling and a belly full of butterflies, I reluctantly agreed to indulge Colleen's fantasy. Bruce and I took up a position near the foot of the bed, positioned ourselves so Colleen would have an unobstructed view, and began slow mutual masturbation.
I don't mind saying I was initially nervous as hell. It felt very awkward, as if I was doing something very wrong, something I would later regret. But, with Colleen cooing her approval and telling us how beautiful it was watching us, my nerves and inhibitions began to dissipate, and within five minutes, I had completely surrendered to the extraordinary sensations of Bruce's cock gliding rhythmically through my hand, while he tugged rhythmically on my own. Soon I was pumping both our cocks together in my well-lubed hand, our super-sensitive undersides and swollen, purplish cockheads urging one another toward the point of no return. I was on automatic now, doing without thinking, exploring fantasies I never even knew I had.
Sensing that I was close to cumming, and being unsure how to gracefully handle that awkward moment, I did the last thing I ever expected. Without so much as a conscious thought, I pulled away, dropped to my knees, and began sucking Bruce with genuine enthusiasm. It felt wonderful -- the different textures, the way he throbbed and pulsed in response to my ministrations, the way his ball sac drew up tight as he neared the brink. I felt as if I'd found a missing piece of the puzzle -- a piece that completed me, and I specifically remember thinking, "So this is what I've been missing all these years!"
I fully intended to suck Bruce to completion, but as his orgasm arrived, I pulled instinctively away, letting him splash instead on my neck and chest. Before I could even catch my breath, Colleen was on me, causing me to spill my own copious load while Bruce dabbed with a hand towel at the rivulets of semen that seemed to be running everywhere.
In the week that followed, I waited in vain for the guilts to arrive, but oddly, they never did. Not once did I harbor even the slightest regret over the forbidden pleasures Bruce and I had shared. Moreover, Bruce and Colleen must have felt the same, because we met several more times throughout that first winter, and guy-on-guy fun became a regular part of our sexual repertoire.
i guess it was about 37 year s ago ,, we had a good friend , that had a interest , in the wife , and her with him ,, some talk about how much she would lie to do and how it would begin ,, after all thing s got worked out , and it started out slow ,, but my wife wanted me by her some of the time s ,,.This was kind of a long time thing , in which it was over 3 years of getting together s ,, just about all , were in our bedroom,. Now in most visit s,i was sometime s just a room away ,, but she liked showing how much she enjoyed him , and how big he was ,, and , i never was that interested ,at first , but after some thought,, i started to wounder , just how it would be if i was her ,, and how it was to do the thing s that i liked and have seen my wife doing to someone else ,,. I never said anything about it to her about it ,, but i could nt get it off my mind ,, near the end of it ,, i was getting more of a urge to find out how i would like , or even try to do it with a man ,, but that s how it started ,, after a time i met a little older guy ,, and after some time , just touching , and getting each other off ,, he offered to suck me sometime , if i would like him to , .The next time we got together , he did ,, and i did him , it was much different than i had thought it would be , he felt so good , i could feel him getting bigger , and harder ,, more than when we had be jacking each other , it was much better ,, i guess that s when i felt how it was for the wife ,, to feel a man , other than your own partner , and give your all to them , That would have been when i knew how it good it was , and that i enjoyed it , and would be doing it when ever i had the chance to ,
When I was a teenager I fantasized about my male friends when I masturbated. Later in life I acted on it and got to go down on a friend while his girlfriend watched and directed my cock sucking. Later I got to finger fuck her while sucking his cock. I have been sucking cock ever since whenever I get a chance.
well, for me it was not really a discovery. You see, I sucked my 1st cock way back in school and just loved it. We would get together when ever we could and trade blow jobs and swallow each other's cum. He made the suggestion and I just jumped at the opportunity. no hesitation. This was all before I knew what bisexuality was or that it even existed. Much later in life, when I was wondering about my sexuality and confused, I realized I was BI and finally acknowledged it. So not a discovery because I was what ever I was (and enjoying it), it was just me finally acknowledging it.
Was always bi from 7 years-old...just had a 40+ year hetero period that ended about 4 years ago
I think I always knew but only accepted it two years ago after a strong desire to kiss another man.
I started shaving my whole body smooth. Then i went through my sisters clothes one day and put together my outift. I took a shiny silver thong, black pleather arms sleeves and matching thigh high stockings and a choker. And i wore it under my clothes all the time. I was into the goth thing. I wore all black. Eyeliner had long dark hair. I guess i thought people would be scared of me and wouldnt know how wimpy i am.
There was this skinny nerd who always wore nsync and hanson shirts. I always picked on him and called him pussy and fag and made fun of him for listening to boy bands. I would make fun of a lot of people, but never to their face except him, because he was shy and skinny and i saw other people bully him and he was always too scared to stand up for himself.
So Im with a group of guys including him one day. One of the guys was this really hot guy. Tanned, muscular, jock, popular, and he picked on the nerdy guy sometimes. So im trying to impress him by being extra mean to the nerdy guy. Calling him fag and just relentlessly teasing him and looking back at the hot guy laughing.
Well he walked right up to me and i taunted him like what are you gonna do? Then punched me in the face and my eyes a mouth opened wide with fear and he punched a couple more times as i stumbled backwards. Then tackled me to the ground and i started crying as he pulled my pants off exposing me wearing my tight silver thong and thigh high leggings. I put my hands on my crotch humiliated as i got hard and came myself. So he just lets me lay there crying and cumming trying to cover my crotch with my hands with all the guys watching then grabs my throbbing buldge and pins my crotch to the ground. I scream and cry and kick my legs and blasting cum helpless while easily holds me pinned down until i came so hard it knocked me out cold. After he knocked me out he grabbed my thigh and pulled my leg back squeezing my thong even tighter into my crotch. The guys took pictures of me laying out cold while he held my leg pinned back exposing my silver thong tightly embedded in my crotch. They left me laying there out cold and humiliated.
I am sure I would have realized a lot of things with what you are speaking of. The stealing of my sister's clothes (never done it, never worn them) would let me believe there is something different about me and that I needed to buy my own things if that is what I wanted. The bully side of things and getting beaten up for it would have told me my behavior was not acceptable and that I had it coming (never was a bully, my realizations of my own shortcomings were different but also very real). Somewhere along the line I would probably like many, have realized that I was attracted to men as well as women and was bisexual.Quote:
Originally Posted by Poisonfrosty
I realized I was bisexual when a guy was asked to give a ride home due to his alcohol consumption made a hands on pass at me when my hands were on the car steering wheel on his long, tricky private hillside driveway. I told myself when it started that he was going to get hurt when I managed to stop the car. It took me 30 seconds to get the car stopped and the parking brake set. My mind set changed in those 30 seconds he had his hand up my workout shorts and on my cock. I realized I was horny, had struck out with a woman at the party that I had been at, his face was heading towards my cock and he wanted to blow me. I had never contemplated letting a guy touch me before that moment and in a split second decision leaned the seat back. My first realization after he got my shorts off, sucked me, played with my balls and asshole was It felt good and I had allowed it. My standards with women were always such that I would never accept oral from a woman unless I was willing to return it. As good as it felt it dawned on me that standard was still going to hold in the given situation. Before I came as hard as I ever had, I had resigned my formerly straight self to both getting and giving blowjobs that a few minutes before I never would have considered. After I came and he swallowed, I attempted to return the favor, he declined, said goodbye and went into the house. As I left and made my way home, I wondered what it would have been like; if I would have been able to swallow when he came like I convinced myself I would have had to do. Over the next hour driving and getting home I realized my mentality had changed and I was probably bisexual. When I was out and about in the coming weeks and months I realized I looked at men differently and was attracted them as well as women. It confirmed in my mind that I was bisexual.
I finally discovered what I am and that is Heteroflexible. Not bad for a guy just turned 60. My first real experience was with a friend when I was 20. He was this amazing guitar player and I was somewhat mesmerized by him. I didn't really think of it in a sexual way until one night somehow he asked me if I would sleep with him. I just said yeah never even thought much about it. Believe it or not we used butter for lube so I get a kick out of someone saying they have to butter someone up. All I remember from that night is I really enjoyed the feeling of getting fucked. Several weeks later I was over at his house and we ended up back in bed. He gave me the most incredible blowjob after fucking me. Unfortunately that was our last sexual encounter.
Life went on I had a few girlfriends and ended up getting married. It didn't work out for various reasons. While I was going through the last months of my marriage an old friend called me up. I invited him over to commiserate. I always suspected him to be gay, but when he offered me a blowjob I knew he was. We ended up getting together several times and I loved getting fucked. Funny thing is I'm not attracted to guys like I am to women, I just like the sex.
I ended up meeting a wonderful woman that I have been together with for almost 30 years now. Our sex life has had it's ups and downs. Lately I have found myself watching more porn and it is usually one of two flavors: cuckold or gay. I've bought my own dildos and quite often enjoy riding them while masturbating. I even shot a video of me having fun with one and sent it to my old friend. I actually got turned on when he told me how much he'd love to drill my ass once again. If we didn't live so far apart it probably would happen.
Thing is I don't want to betray my wife because I do love her. I'd love to get her to peg me but she's not into that. So I'll just enjoy my self play and know that I am flexible in my sexuality.
Butter. Yep, I remember a lot of times a friend and I wanted to fuck each other and the only thing available was butter. Once, a friend and I used lard because butter was expensive back then and it would have been missed. If spit didn't get the job done, good old Vaseline always worked... if somebody had some; same for Dixie Peach hair "grease;" that got used a lot because a lot of us had it.
Pretty much knew I liked boys by the time I was 6 or 7 years old. Didn't know it was called bi-sexual until I was 15 going on 16 when my uncles husband talked to me after we had been walking around Grenwich Village. He was kind, understanding and supportive. He explained to me that it was OK and that even though he was totally gay my uncle was kinda like me. He leaned more to the gay side. So at 16 I knew and repressed and expressed it alternately into my early 20's. Got married, came out to my wife about two years in and repressed it again. Not very successfully I have to add. But in March of this year we had a break through and much to her credit my wife has been SUPER supportive and helped me deal with A Lot of things I had repressed. Particularly how Bi or Hetero-flexible or Pan sexual I am actually am. And yes I had to look up what Pan sexual meant. SO far I am dealing with it better every day because I am accepting myself more and my wonderful wife accepts completely.
My realization began several years ago.
I was showering after a lunchtime pick-up basketball game, preparing to return to my office.
In the shower there was a guy, well-tanned, a little shorter than me. He was turned away from me, and appeared to be washing his cock and balls.
We were the only two in the shower area at the time.
Well... he turned toward me, and showed me the most beautiful cock, initially cupped in his hands, then he began stroking it gently with his eyes on mine.
I was mesmerized with instant desire.
I realized at that moment, tremulous, that I wanted to do everything I possibly could with that cock.
I demonstrated my interest in him by stroking mine.
This erotic session was ended by others entering the shower area.
I have fantasized about that guy and his anatomy ever since.
I discovered I was bi in my early 20's. Had a chance encounter and a few more after that and I new. I love cock.Haven't had any experiences since then(I'm now 59) but i'm no longer going to deny my urges. Life's to short. I want pleasure in my mouth and ass!
I was confused in my early teen years, I knew I liked girls, but also curious about boys. I didn't know a person could be into both and there was no way I would talk to anyone about it. Even when I got older and had gone down on a couple of guys I still made excuses. It probably wasn't until I was 40 that I finally admitted to myself that yes I am bi. Feels like like such a long time ago yet it was just 8 short years ago.
Never really put a name on it till recently. Ive known since I was younger that I had an attraction to cock. Im not attracted to guys at all though, not in the romantic sense like I am to women. However the idea of getting off with a guy is erotic and Ive done it a few times. Never experienced the sexually confused thing. It just was, and Im sure its because of my first same-sex sexual experience.
Zero interest in anything but hetero sex u til my early 50s. Found myself in a mid range massage parlor where my weekly session was usually with a woman, who always avoided any attention to my hard on. One week they asked if I minded a male masseur, I shrugged and said “no problem”.
Im naked on the table, on my belly, amd finding his touch is more sensual than I would have expected. Brain is already trying to figure out why it can’t control the developing erection. When I flip over, her removes the sheet entirely in order to work on my legs. I don’t complain or resist, and at first think I can will my cock not to get hard. No such “luck”. Then I decide that if he’s willing to be confronted by an erection I’m not going to apologize or even be ashamed.
The result is total acceptance. He ends up providing the most affectionate massage of my thighs, belly and chest, licking my nipples and bringing my cock to a phenomenal orgasm and cumshot. I’m happy, and return weekly over the next two months for what becomes a regular rubdown and blowjob and I immediately begin searching for bisexual sites such as this one,
Years ago, I was in an ADS booth watching hetero porn when a cock appeared in the Glory hole. I didn't know what a GH was at that time. It scared me so bad that I ran to my car and left. The fear of being called "queer" frightened me. I had always sneaked glances at cocks in showers but never close-up like this. I was getting all the sex I needed at home. When my wife became ill and I was cut off, MM sex did not seem to be as taboo as I once thought. In fact it became a masturbation fantasy. I finally found silverdaddies and meet a nice gentleman. We met and traded BJ'S. I was hooked. I could not believe how natural sucking on a cock could be. Better than licking pussy, though I would never give that up. Now that I am widowed, I seek cocks to suck every chance I get.
I had fantasized about it as a early teen, before i slept w my 1st girlfriend. Chased women throughout high-school and married in my early 20s. That turned out to be a sex less marriage. During that time the internet started being a thing and i spent a couple years exploring porn. Started watching bi 3somes and decided if i ever got divorced i would try bottoming once. Well the divorce eventually happened, and one night on a lot of liquid courage i met a guy off Craigslist. We hooked up in the desert near our neighborhood in the middle of the night. It wasn't a very good way to lose ones virginity, no warm up or foreplay. He asked if i was sure, turned me around and bent me over the tailgate of my truck and forced hi way inside me. Now I'd had experience with toys by that point so it wasn't painful. It mostly felt ok and i kinda enjoyed it. So i made it a priority to really find out if i liked it. 2nd guy proved i absolutely love bottoming.
At 14 I was at a sleepover with a group of friends (all guys) we played strip poker and I lost on purpose. A couple of months later I was camping with a couple of guys from that sleep over and I masturbated in front of them and I loved it. For the rest of high school I chased many, many girls. Fast forward to college and I lived off campus with one of the guys from the sleepovers, we were both in between girlfriends and were drinking in our apartment one thing led to another and I bottomed and loved it. For the rest of college anytime we were both single or home alone we fucked like crazy.
We've since gone our separate ways both of us married and have children. I occasionally still hookup while I travel for business, and would love to find a find a regular friend with benefits.
I had my first cock at 13 and loved it At 18 got my first taste of pussy fucked her that night came back the next day fucked her 3 times found out I liked pussy as much pussy
I think maybe I always knew but I remember in about 7th grade I had to leave school for an appointment and got back a little early for my next class which was gym. I walked into the dressing room to my locker and some of the senior boys were still getting dressed from their showers after their class, I was amazed at how much bigger their cocks were (I was a late bloomer also) and how their bodies were more masculine and hairy. I had to be careful not to stare too long and go about my business of getting dressed but I went home and masturbated thinking about the experience even though I was still dry cumming. Eventually in a couple years I started to have some friends that I jerked off with like teenage boys do and eventually there was one friend that we started talking about sucking each other and I found I really enjoyed having a cock in my mouth! When I finally did get into my late high school years I started to get quite a lot of attention from girls and kind of forgot about my other side until I was about 19 and heard rumors that a older (40s) bar owner in my town was gay, the drinking age was 19 in my state at the time so I made it a point to show up there at his bar on a quiet weeknight just before closing time. I sat on a stool and he asked me what I wanted and as I’d had a few drinks before I got there I didn’t waste time and said I want to go for a ride in your van, he was surprised as I’d been in there with women in the past but he wasted no time cleaning up and we left in his van and found a quiet place in the country to park. He asked me what I wanted to do and I reached over and started rubbing his cock, we then got undressed and he was sitting on the bench in the back and I got between his knees and started sucking his already hard cock and after a few minutes he pushed me back on the bench and we sixty nined each other. I was loving it so far but then asked him if he could fuck me, he asked if I wanted that and I said yes very much and got onto my hands and knees with my ass facing him and he quickly got behind me and spit on his cock and placed it at my hole and started working it inside me, I could tell he had a good bit of experience he didn’t try to force it in just a little more pressure and letting me get used to him and then more pressure and in a little farther and finally all the way inside me and it felt sooooo good I knew right then why I had always wanted to try it! It was a beautiful experience, he fucked me until he came twice and and then told me he would suck me until I came but I couldn’t cum as I’d had quite a few beers beforehand but really enjoyed it anyway. Eventually I got married to a beautiful woman and still am to this day and have had only a few bi experiences over the years but finally told her about that side of me five or six years ago. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do and she was upset and shocked at first mostly because she thought I wanted out of the marriage but I assured her that was not the case. I was worried she would see me differently but she said right away she doesn’t feel any different about me than before she knew so I’m thankful for that.
Camping with a couple of friends when we were 13-14. Teasing about getting off and watching each other jerking and cumming. Liked it a lot and never gave up remembering how erotic it was.
Older brother got me to suck his around 11 years old. I enjoyed it. No cum, but liked the taste and feel and the cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I was hooked.
I honestly never admitted it to myself until I admitted it to my wife, before we married. My first experience was when I was too young to even know what was happening. My friend I shared a tent with started fondling me and then began to suck my little penis, I must’ve been getting close because the feeling I had wasn’t good or comfortable, so I freaked out, jumped up and went outside to pee. Again, I was too young to know what was going on but if my memory if correct, then I must’ve always been Bisexual, at least repressed because it wasn’t until my mid 20’s that I saw my roommate, who loves to brag about his giant cock that I began to fantasize about playing with another guys cock. At first I would just go to male masseuses and get a happy ending or BJ, but it eventually progressed to where I wanted to touch a cock and more.
One night I decided to go to some gay bars in Austin and just see what happened; of course I was SO nervous that I got drunk to ease the nerves. It wasn’t long, I met a gorgeous young Hispanic guy and I became a little aggressive, which he welcomed. At the bar, I pulled him into a dark corner and just started sucking his cock, it got big & hard but he made me stop...which was probably smart. We eventually wandered around and ended up in a restroom where I just went crazy sucking his cock and he was going to cum! I had never done this before but when he asked I said I wanted to swallow it. Big mistake for this rookie, I just gagged so badly that I freaked out and ran away. SO immature and inexperienced but I was also scared and drunk...not a good combination. I always regretted ending it that way and wondered, what if?!
I had various bi experiences over the next 20 years, usually in adult stores or men’s spa where I could remain anonymous and never know anyone. Now at 48 & horny as ever, I wish I had a friend that I could have a discreet, intimate relationship with but being married means I don’t have that option. She knows I’ve experimented but doesn’t know I still have a strong urge for more!
What am I ever gonna do?!?
Thanks for the discussion again guys. It's good to have an outlet and this question has me going back and thinking.
I suppose, masturbating, thinking of a guy at school, was the first sign at 15. However, went down the hetro route (happily to be fair) for about 6-7 years. Ended up in France as a student, and missed the opportunity of my life. So annoyed. He picked me up at a bar in Bordeaux, back to his. I was so excited - and came too quick, before we'ed even started proper. And I ran off. The reason was a lack of acceptance. I felt bad, guilty and ashamed. Poor guy - I left him in his appartment and shouted not nice things as I left - homophobic - I'm sure. Today, I would hope that a sexual freedom we have would have meant myself and my French lover would have had a great, long night together. Geez, we had already done the kissing, and undressed each other! I certainly would have explored my sexuality better. And at 25, how good would have it been! Would have a couple of days before we got out of bed!
I should be sitting here typing, knowing already what a nice cock feels like.
That's why I'm here - how do I replay safely and respectfully - I want a short term lover to enjoy me this year - while my arse is still shapely, cock still hard..
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Me too mate - how do we solve this one?!Quote:
Originally Posted by Fredrock4fun
Many years ago I was watching a male body builders show on tv I got really turned on and my cock got hard as a rock as for some reason looking at their crotch. I really wanted to see them naked but never have but I then began to look at men naked in Hustler Mag it was back then I realized I enjoyed the pics . I would always try and watch any show with male body builders I got hard and would jack off thinking about what their their cocks may look like. It took about 17 years before I gave in to desires to start sucking men ever since then I have been a willing cocksucker.I love ever second I suck cocks and have enjoyed many to date