I've pretended to be heterosexual my whole life, been married twice and have three children, but I finally admitted to myself that if not homosexual, I was at least bisexual. Half the time I would convince myself I was hetero, thinking of women when masturbating, but the other half I would fantasise about taking a cock in my mouth and feeling the cum spurt over my tongue. In the past 10 years I also fantasised about taking a cock anally, imagining myself bouncing up and down on a fat cock. And yet the fear of catching something and my hetero mask coming off always stopped me taking the plunge. I had had a couple of chances to fulfil my fantasies, but always chickened out at the last minute. Until, that is, a few weeks ago.
I am a healthcare professional, 6ft 2in tall and around 14 stone. I don't work out but my body is in decent shape for a man of 52. I've got a flat stomach, a modicum of body hair, and like to keep my body hair trimmed to a close crop. I shave my balls and base of my cock regularly, as I like the feel of smooth skin, and also have an aversion to pubes, so it's kind of a given I would keep mine very short! Women always tell me I have a nice firm, pert bum, and I often wondered if a man would think the same. And the reason I've taken the plunge now? Recently divorced and in my own house. No-one to question where I've been or what I've been doing!
I've been working with John for a couple of years now and always found him fun to be with and very handsome. He is just a little shorter than me, 45 yrs old, and in good shape. He likes to run and often goes to the gym. We get on really well, (in a work colleague capacity), and he is an out gay man. A couple of times in the past, when larking about, John has said to me that if I ever want to reconsider my sexuality, he'd help out! We always laugh when he says it, but secretly inside I longed for him to try just a little harder.
A couple of weeks back we both attended a healthcare conference. I can't remember the subject, but it was rather boring and spread over 2 days. By lunchtime on the first day I was longing for it to come to an end! The evening of the first day was a formal dinner, with a couple of speakers and the usual 'net-working', a phrase and action I completely detest.
As the lectures came to an end, I found myself sitting with John having a coffee, chatting about how boring the day had been, poking fun at some of the speakers, and both wishing we didn't have to go to the evening meal. After 30 minutes we both headed up to our own rooms to shower and get ready for the meal. In the lift, John asked what room I was in.
'Why? You're not going to turn up and try and convert me are you??' I said. He laughed but I noticed he blushed slightly.
'Don't be daft,' he said. 'Just wondering how far I'm going to have to carry you when you get pissed later!'
We parted company at the lift and went to our rooms. Shortly after getting out of the shower the hotel phone rang. It was John.
'Fancy a glass of wine before the meal? I've got a nice bottle of Chablis in my overnight bag.' He said.
I felt really nervous all of a sudden, but agreed to drop by his room in a few minutes, to give me time to get dressed.
'You don't need to get all dressed up,' John said, almost reading my mind. 'Just come in your scruff, we can change in a bit. They won't miss us if we're late.'
I agreed and said I'd be there in 5, quickly pulling on my 'slobbing-around-the-house', (or hotel room in this case), joggers and tight black t-shirt.
5 minutes later and I find John is wearing the same as me as he let me in to his room. I sat down in the little arm chair and he came towards me, wine bottle in hand. I glanced at his groin and saw his cock moving beneath his joggers. I was fairly certain he wasn't wearing any underwear as I could clearly see his cock swaying from side to side as he walked over to me. I quickly looked up at him and held out my glass. He filled it and sat on the other side of the small table.
We chatted for a while and were having a laugh about lots of things. The wine flowed freely and I felt my inhibitions falling. Almost unconsciously the subject came round to gay sex. I asked John if he was a top or bottom.
'Top,' he replied. 'Always have been, always will be.'
'How do you stay safe, you know, from STDs and HIV?' I asked.
'Well I always wear a condom during anal sex, and don't like sucking cock, so have actually never done it! No spunk in my mouth, and I've only ever had two cocks in my ass, and that was 20 years ago. Found out I don't like that either! I get tested once a year to be sure, but my chances of catching anything are pretty remote.'
'I see what you mean,' I said.
'More wine?' he asked, getting up and walking to the wine cooler near the door.
'Yes please,' I said. He turned and walked towards me, my eyes transfixed by his cock, moving beneath his joggers. He lent over to fill my glass, his groin easily in touching distance. He finished filling my glass and stood upright, looking down at me.
'You keep staring at my cock,' he said in a matter of fact way.
I blushed and looked up at him. 'Sorry,' I said.
'Don't apologise. I don't mind at all. Would you like to see it 'in the flesh' so to speak?' he asked.
I looked up at him and smiled in a half-hearted way. He sniggered and said 'Well?'.
'Uhmm...' I said, unable to get words to come out of my mouth.
'Oh for goodness sake!' he said. 'Here!' As he said that word he hooked his thumbs under his waistband and pulled his joggers down, letting them fall to the floor. There, a matter of inches from my face, was his cock. It was uncut, hanging down to his ball sack, neatly sitting between two, what can best be described as duck eggs. He was totally bald down there, with not a pube in sight. I could smell the soap he had used in the shower, but also a hint of 'man'. His cock twitched slightly and he began to move his hips from side to side, making it sway very gently.
My lips had gone dry and I licked them. His smile broadened when he saw this and he said 'Why don't you touch it?'. I nervously reached out a hand but suddenly felt him stop me with his own hand.
