Probably something that comes up a lot but as a straight man I was always confused at the sexual attraction I felt towards men. But not like a strong emotional feeling of “oh I fancy him”, but the sheer elation and sexual excitement of what he has between his legs and the Exquisite sensual pleasure that his body and mine can share.
Being on the receiving end of anal and dildo play in a MF relationship was good but it lacked a certain something.
Drawn towards that thing, I called phone lines in the 80s, the kind where callers left messages not actually speaking, but meetings never happened and went to clubs and even to car parks. Came very close to encounters especially in Leicester Square clubland, but it didn’t quite ever felt right. Until one night away on business when it all fell into place.
I suppose it wasn’t so much about the person or the thing but more the connection. Got chatting and before I knew it I had suggested we took the conversation upstairs to our room. We both had eyes on us so we agreed to leave separately and as luck would have it being a few rooms opposite he would leave his door open for me.
I was full of bravado, he was obviously very experienced. So I delayed what was to come by smoking and talking. Then it clicked and we started kissing.
He was strong but not what I would call a good kisser. I like sensual kissing he was dominant forcing his tongue into my mouth. And using his strength to push down on me. I pushed back to breathe and he gave way. But only for a moment. And his tongue came back for more. His face pressing into mine and pushing me down into the bed.
After kissing for more then I could cope with he stood up. Took off his belt, undid his jeans, and out it came.
9 inches of thick cock that just grew harder.
Other than my time spent in sports locker rooms this was the closest I was to such a beast. And then I realised that’s what I was yearning.
Yes he was good looking, muscular, and strong but it was cock I wanted. Didn’t need to be so big. Just his cock. Not his face or his body. Just cock. Not sure if that makes sense but as a married straight guy I fancied women but I just wanted cock.
He asked politely if he could fuck my face. I will never forget that brief exchange- yes, I whimpered, literally. I begged and wanted it internally and he was asking me if he could let me have it. As if!
I’d had mine sucked plenty of times by women but of course I’d never done it. So it wasn’t long before he was gently telling me about my teeth! I always liked being bitten and nibbled so I guess I assumed everyone did, but i got that wrong. And so I literally learned to suck cock on the job.
I was pinned to the headboard and using my hand to limit how much cock went in to stop me gagging I really felt out of my depth and yet never felt lmore in the right place at the right time. Overpowered and exhilarated.
After a while he asked if he could fuck me. I had no hesitation in saying yes but for whatever reason his beast wouldn’t go in. Looking back I guess he was early 20s and just wanted to fuck, I was at least 15 years older and needed a teacher. So it didn’t happen.
So I straddled him lined up our cocks, mentally making a note of how big he was compared to me, and then brought us to a mutual conclusion using both hands.
I loved that his cum went all over me but was confused when i asked him to lick it up and he refused. I really wanted to but it made me confused and I withdrew.
After exchanging pleasantries and I had to stroke his cock a bit more I went to my room. I showered.but wanted more.
The weird thing is I plucked up the courage to go to his room and went to knock on the door and it was ajar. So I went in. And he was lying there. I’d only been away maybe 10 mins but he just said, I knew you’d be back.
So more mouth and hand fun, and cum. Of course. Then it was good night.
So this was my first proper introduction to cock. Fucking hell did it teach me a lot. I’d always yearns to be dominated and also experience pain, this just emphasised it. And it also helped me to understand that I could desire cock whilst not necessarily overly fancying the thing that’s attached to it. I don’t know if that is right or wrong, to this day I can only feel what I feel and is the emotions involved.
Is this normal and relatable? Can anyone else get where I am coming from?
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