Back when I was in my mid-forties I decided to give in to my love of sucking cock despite being married. Before marriage I had one opportunity to suck a guy's cock when I was picked up at a bus stop late at night. I was at the bus stop after leaving a party too stoned to safely drive my car. An older guy who was cruising stopped and asked if I need a ride.
I naively got in the car and ended up at the guy's place. He sucked me until I thought I'd go crazy from the intensity of my orgasm. I very timidly asked the guy if I could suck his cock. And the rest is history. I immediately felt the thrill of sucking cock once he let me take his cock's head past my lips.
Everything about the texture, the taste and feel of a cock in my mouth triggered the pleasure center of my brain.
I had never dreamed about being with a man. My mind was always pussy driven. So, sucking a guy not only thrilled me but at that time scared the hell out me. It was a time of homophobia and real hate toward the gay community. I never took part in the hate but my entire thinking was against men being with men sexually.
That thinking ended the night, when as a twenty year old vet, I accepted that ride. But the fear of discovery kept me from ever immediately doing a man to man sexual encounter again. I married, had kids and was living the life of a straight male. But, the thought of sucking cock never completely left my mind. I didn't lust after attractive men or even think of sucking them. I just had that pleasurable memory and fantasized about it. Especially when my wife would give me a blow job. I often thought about it being me sucking the cock. I often times had her kiss me right after I came in her mouth. Whenever I'd cum inside her pussy, I'd go down on her to clean the cum out. She came to really like me doing this. Thought I was just adding to the excitement of our sex. She was right but never understood it was as much for me as her.
Finally after many years being married I wanted to seek out a possible meeting with a man. The sex in my marriage had declined and become vanilla stale whenever we did have sex. I totally enjoyed licking her pussy and she came every time with a screaming orgasm. But I knew something was missing. Cock.
The refinement of internet became my entrance into the world of bisexuality. I trolled for hours looking at porn. Most of it straight porn. I really didn't like looking at the gay porn. I did like watching cocks being sucked, though. But mostly it was women doing the sucking. Sometimes I would drift over to girls with cocks.
In my porn search, I eventually came across personal ad sites. Most wanted credit card info that I was unwilling to give. But there was one site that allowed membership without the personal information and allotted a certain number of ads to be posted or answered each month. Looking at the ads I was amazed how many of them were by married men or bi men. And I was excited as well. Very excited. I looked at many of them until I found a guy that seemed right. For one thing I needed him to host. No way was I going to jeopardize the marriage.
The guy was a bit older than me but he seemed to think a lot like me, he was divorced and had a condo we could meet at and he very much wanted to let me worship his cock. And the photo of his cock made my mouth water. Oh, and he wanted to have an ongoing thing which was something I had mentioned to him from the get go.
After many exchanges we finally set up a meet up date and time. At the time my wife and I were working opposite each other. Her evenings and me days. The kids were grown and on their own. So, I had a lot of free time. I could pursue having the indescribable feel of a cock in my mouth once again.
I arrived at the guy's condo a little ahead of schedule so I could survey things and determine if it was a safe area, a clean building and all that. Being a combat vet, I always checked for any trip wires along the trail.
The place looked safe and clean. So, I walked up to the door of the condo's garage where the guy said to meet him. He was standing there when I arrived. He was tall, had deep penetrating blue eyes, thin body that looked athletic but not bulked out weight lifter type. Like me, the guy had streaks of grey in his short cropped brown hair. He was neither handsome or ugly. Just a regular looking guy with a clean shaven face. He was dressed in khaki pants and a short sleeved golfing shirt.
I greeted him and asked if he was Phil. He said he was and invited we in to the condo. We passed through the garage which had a BMW sedan parked in it.
The door led to a small kitchen area that was clean and bright. Beyond the kitchen was a living room with two couches and there was a stairway at the far end that led up to the second floor.
Phil asked me to sit on one of the couches and he sat on the other directly across from me.
"Would you like a drink." he asked.
I answered I'd like some water. My mouth had grown very dry from the anxiety I had about finally meeting with another guy for a sexual encounter. I wasn't quite versed on how things should go. Should I drop on my knees and let him come over and offer me his cock? Should I ask him what he'd like to do? I decided it was his home, his rules and he would lead the way.
After he returned with a glass of water, he asked me what I like to do. I told him I had only sucked one cock but it left a very lasting impression since it was over twenty years ago. We both laughed.
"So do you want to suck my cock today?" he asked.
