My true story on becoming Bisexual. A follow on from my earlier story Exhibitionist Bisexual. Part 2.
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Towards my late twenties, I became curious about sex with another man, the more I thought about this the more excited I became. These thoughts had been floating around in my head for a few years.
I have already told my story of being watched by a peeping tom whilst wanking myself in the car, remembering how I got so turned on exhibiting my hard cock, ejaculating a flood of semen all over my bare body for him to see, now I was getting excited about taking this to the next level.
I had split from Susan about two years previous, a heartbreaking painful split, for me anyway. I had a few short casual relationships with women recently, but just never felt it, nothing with any feeling.
I fantasised about taking a mans cock into my mouth, wondering what it would feel like for a man to cum inside my mouth and swallow his sticky hot seed.
I know what cum tastes like, often lapping my sticky mess from my hand after masturbating.
I also wondered what it would feel like to be fucked by another man, would it be the same as what a woman would feel when being fucked? Would i feel the same sensation? Would I be able to feel the warmth of a mans cum as he shoots his hot seed inside my tight virgin hole?
Am I turning gay? I wondered.
I still enjoyed pussy, and was strongly attracted to girls, but these gay thoughts increasingly excited me and this was beginning to pre-occupy my mind.
I had ventured outdoors whilst wearing my lycra running leggings too, I would get some admiring glances from both women and guys, I had just walked past two young women, i overheard one young woman say to the other,
"Phoar! I would love to get my hands on his bum." They giggled.
It was the men who seem to blatantly stare at my cock bulge. This i enjoyed very much, once I was resting perched against a picnic bench after a run, this chap in his thirties was passing by and i could see him focused on my cock. I was wearing sunglasses so he could not see that my eyes were looking directly at his.
He slowed his pace and seemed to loiter for a while before approaching closer and asking if i had a light for his cigarette. I hadn't a light for him but he remarked,
"Nice," you really look good in them." He said.
I wanted him to stay a while longer, I felt my cock swell and bulge out the thin lycra material, I swore he wanted to touch me and feel my hardness, I think he lost his nerve as a dog walker was approaching.
I had heard of an area where gay men would rendezvous, there was no internet in them days and so information like this was very hard to come by.
I knew of a back road running parallel to a coniferous wood ten miles from where i lived.
Several natural paths ran in all directions inside this wood, leading to an open moorland with a little hillside brook running through.
There were some very large flat rocks precariously balanced by the brook side making an excellent place to discretely sunbathe.
A few weeks had gone by and i still had these gay thoughts.
It would have to be an attractive clean man, not some fat smelly person. Many restless nights would follow, the thoughts would intensify in my dreams. I would often wake with my heart pounding with the most rock hard erection, if i was going to get any sleep at all that night I would have to masturbate to relieve my swollen balls of pent up cum.
Kicking back the bed sheets, I would gently stroke the underside of my fat cock head, rubbing my banjo, this was so sensitive.
Thinking about my fantasy, a man pumping his hot semen down my throat had my cock spewing cum within a few moments.
A powerful orgasm pumping my cum so high in the air, it seemed an age for it to splash land spattering my chest and flat belly, raining droplets of warm spunk, splat! thud! and one final rope right on my chin and neck.
Finally i could try and get some sleep.
I discovered cock rings, large donut shaped heavy metal polished rings worn around the scrotum and the root of the cock. This would constrict blood flow out of the hard penis and keep you hard, very hard for much longer. This ring would also have a lifting effect and thrust the scrotum and push the cock upwards and outwards away from the body giving the appearance of a much larger bulge.
Wearing this under my lycra running leggings really did make me look like i had a monster cock and huge balls. The ring also made my 7 inch cock size swell giving a much thicker girth and what looked like greater proportions all round.
It was mid July and we were having a mini heatwave. I thought about visiting this wood and perhaps having a discrete sunbathe on the rocks. I had a week off work and plenty of time.
I woke that morning, I would shower use hair removal cream on my pubic area, bum crack and upper chest, not that i was very hairy, i just felt i wanted to be completely smooth. I would make myself smell nice i then slid the heavy cock ring in place.
I wore my lycra running leggings a tight white cotton t shirt followed by my running shoes, a glance in the mirror, first to my rear, noting my smooth perfectly rounded bum then my cock ringed enhanced and very pronounced bulge encased in lycra had my cock twitching.
I liked what I saw I only hope a guy would too.
About lunch time I had arrived at this remote location and parked behind the only other car in the lay by.
The car had a man sat inside behind the wheel, I would have to walk by the side of his car to access the style over the wall leading through the wood. This would give this man a perfect close up view of my pert backside as I walked from behind his car.
I shut the car door and walked by with a little ruck sack containing a towel and a bottle of water. I negotiated the style but briefly pausing to give the man in the car a good view of my long legs, cute bum and enhanced bulge to my front.
Taking my time strolling through this wood, the only sound to be heard was the birds singing their songs. Shafts of light beaming through the trees had a magical effect.
I knew I was in the right place, within the bushes there were many opened packets of condoms and empty lube packets, even a woman's thong and a bra.
Why do people leave their rubbish like this?
I strolled through enjoying the feeling of my lycra clinging to my arse, thighs and cupping my semi swollen manhood, i felt on fire.
I came out of the wood to a clearing where the brook trickled its way down by the huge stones. I climbed on top of one of these flat stones spread my towel as it was in full sun, stripped off my t shirt and lay face down, facing the exit of the wood from where I came.
Only a few moments later the man that was sitting in his car appeared.
He looked about thirty, very tall, slim build with a mop of brown curly hair. He wore a white t shirt and little red nylon running shorts, the type that had the curved slits up the sides and a pair of trainers.
He looked quite a fit guy, He either was an athlete or a runner like myself.
I was nervous, how would I initiate a conversation? I had never done this before.
"Hi! lovely day," the man said.
"Oh yes, I thought i would get a little sun on my back." I said.
"Can i join you on that rock? Is there enough room?" the man said.
"Of course!"
He stepped up and lay by my side but not too close.
"My name is Mark." He said.
"Andy," i replied.
"If you prefer some peace i will find somewhere else."
