My heart raced and my nostrils flared as I stood wide eyed and nervous before them. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air and my mouth watered. My eyes were affixed to the spectacle before me and I slowly lifted my shirt over my head. My hands trembled as I nervously fumbled with my pants pushing them, and my underwear, down my strong muscular legs allowing my hard cock to spring free announcing my eager excitement to them all.
"Nice," one of them said with a bright knowing smile. His tone and the approving look in his dark eyes sent a shiver down my spine.
I couldn't believe what I was doing. I'd never been with a man, much less three, in a sexual way before but I'd fantasized about touching and sucking cock since a beautiful, open minded woman had opened my eyes to the eroticism of male bisexuality. Like most men I had long espoused the beauty of female bisexuality but until her I'd never considered male bisexuality an option.
"Thanks," I said sheepishly as my eyes moved from one well-built man to the next. I'd met them downtown at a gay bar which I'd gone to unknowingly. When I'd realized what it was I began to consider that I might take advantage of my error and maybe make my fantasy a reality.
I knelt before them as they sat side by side, naked and ready, on the couch. I couldn't decide which cock I wanted first but I moved to my left and grabbed the smallest cock in the room first. It was above average in length and girth and I was shocked at how warm it felt. It was much different than touching my own erection and the smooth flesh silently beckoned me closer.
I gazed into his warm friendly eyes and slowly ran my tongue up the underside of his granite shaft. He was a good looking man, almost pretty in fact, with a muscular and hairless body that looked like it had been torn from the pages of Men's Health magazine.
He sighed softly and I opened my mouth as I reached the tip of his circumcised dick. The salty flavor of precum and sweat danced on my tongue and my cheeks bowed inward from the suction as I sealed my lips around his shaft and savored the taste and feel of my first cock. I knew in an instant that I was hooked and a low, guttural moan rose from my chest as I eased him deeper. I'd occasionally practiced sucking my wife's big black dildo and I'd secretly become adept at taking it to the hilt. His cock was smaller than her toy and my lips reached the root of his delicious tool with relative ease.
His hands clutched at my head and his breathing quickened. My head bobbed and I pressed my tongue against the underside of his shaft. Saliva spilled from the corners of my mouth and I felt his legs tremble.
His body tensed and he grunted softly as his balls tightened and his cock grew momentarily bigger in my mouth. I felt his cum surge through the shaft and he erupted violently in my mouth filling my cheeks with his warm thick cream.
I swallowed quickly, trying hard not to lose any of his delicious treat but several drops spilled from my lips and I scooped them into my mouth with my fingers and smiled brightly as I moved on to the next guy.
He was bigger, broader and more manly than the first guy. His taut athletic body was covered with a layer of downy fur but his cock and balls were neatly groomed and for that I was grateful. I'd been drawn to hairless men since I'd first acknowledged my bisexuality but I'd be lying if I said he wasn't hot as fuck. His cock, though the same length as the first guy's, was extremely thick and I had to stretch my lips to circle the unclipped head.
His cock tasted different too. It was more earthy and visceral but no less enjoyable and I sucked and slurped noisily for several long minutes until my jaw ached. I released his dick from my lips and lapped at the frenulum making him moan and squirm in his seat. His breathing labored and I felt his pulse quicken through his throbbing cock.
My fingers closed around his saliva slickened shaft and I sucked hard on the tip as my free hand teased his soft heavy balls.
"Oh fuck," he groaned in a deep masculine voice. He grabbed hold of my head and pushed his cock deep. The fat bulbous tip filled my throat and I felt ribbons of cum pump into my gullet.
Tears streamed down my cheeks and my nose watered as I released his fat, spent dick from my hungry mouth. I felt ravenous and randy. My hands were shaking with excitement when I moved between the third and final guy. He had a strong muscular physique and a big beautiful cock. It looked enormous with a long straight shaft and a pretty pink head that glistened from a generous coating of clear viscous precum.
My mouth watered profusely and I gripped his shaft with both hands. My tongue slithered from between my eager lips and I dragged it up and down his shaft several time as I looked into his warm pretty blue eyes. I felt an odd, unfamiliar connection with him and it drove me to a place I'd theretofore never dreamed of going with a man. He had been the one who had approached me in the bar. He was cocksure and confident but his tone and mannerisms were comforting and disarming. He had an easy way about him but there was a subtle undertone that made it clear that he was used to getting what he wanted and that was me. But it went beyond that. He was strong and dominant and while I was a typical alpha male in everyday life I had long craved the freedom of being truly sexually submissive to someone. My fantasies, which included the bisexual ones, centered around a strong dominant woman who would coerce me into the bisex lifestyle. I'd never before considered submitting to a man but at that moment I was his for the taking and we both knew it.
