I'm not quite sure where this all began, although I suppose I can hazard a guess. I watched (and still do watch) a fair amount of porn, and at some indeterminate point, I began noticing the guys' cocks. At first, I noticed the differences between cut and uncut ones, and then began to compare them for their length and girth. I began watching videos strictly with girls sucking dick, and began masturbating while staring at the cocks disappearing between wet pairs of lips, rather than the girls the lips were attached to, and I came to realize that it was the cocks that were turning me on.
This was a surprising development for me; I'd never fantasized about guys, and always had my fair share of women.. More and more, I consciously became aware of this new kink of mine, or whatever it was, and came to wonder what it would feel like to have a penis in my mouth. That thought, in turn, triggered several explosive orgasms, rising in my head out of nowhere sometimes as I masturbated. I imagined closing my lips around a big, juicy tool, moaning it as it went in and out of my mouth. I imagined giving head to a complete stranger, making him cum inside my mouth. I came especially hard when I thought about that, and so here I was asking myself another question: If I was getting off thinking about it, didn't that mean that I wanted to try it?
I downloaded a few bisexual videos from the net. One in particular really got me off. It was a daisy chain, with a woman between two guys. One of the guys was eating her out, and she was blowing the other, who in turn was deep-throating the massive cock of the guy licking the girl's pussy. It prompted me to make a trip to a local adult video store, where I purchased a gay DVD. I stroked my cock again and again, watching the muscular studs on the video take the measure of their friends' generous peckers in their mouths and asses. Several of their enormous endowments drove me nearly-insane with lust. By this point, all doubt had disappeared. I really did want to see what it felt like to suck a big, hard cock like theirs. But I wanted some practice first.
I took another tentative step, making a second trip to the adult store and purchasing the most realistic-looking dildo I could find. It was about seven inches long, nicely detailed, and its package called it the most realistic-feeling synthetic skin on the market. I was sold. When I got home and got it out of its wrapping, I held it in my hands and stared at it. It was heavy, and a little bit longer than mine, with a nice plump mushroom for a head. I put it down on the coffee table and dropped to my knees. That night, (and many since) I licked and sucked it, taking most of it down my throat. Again and again I swallowed it, and masturbated to one of the most incredible orgasms of my life.
As the weeks went by, I continued to give "practice blowjobs" to my latex friend, and thought that I was getting pretty good at it. I would watch porn, and time my strokes in rhythm with the girls or guys sucking on my screen. I'd begun to learn to relax my gag reflex, and could now take its entire length inside me, although sometimes I did still choke. A couple times, I scooped my freshly-shot sperm into my mouth and resumed blowing it, envisioning a guy cumming in my mouth. There could be no doubt now. I wanted to try the real thing. But where to begin?
Eventually, I saw an ad in a local independent newspaper for a free gay and bisexual chat line. The idea turned me on, so I signed up. The first dozen or so calls went nowhere. Although I did chat with a few guys, for one reason or another, nothing panned out. Finally, after a couple of months, I spoke with a guy who sounded attractive. He lived about twenty minutes away, said that he had a tight swimmer's build, a seven-and-a-half-inch cut endowment, and was willing to let a newbie have a taste of it. I got directions and eagerly agreed to meet him at his place. I couldn't believe how far I'd let myself take this, but I wasted little time in leaving, stopping only to brush my hair.
On the ride over, I was overcome by nerves. I chain-smoked cigarettes, and hit a joint I'd stashed in the ash tray in an attempt to calm down. I was questioning myself and my motives, thinking maybe that this fantasy was better left as a fantasy. I wondered if I'd freeze at the critical moment, with his staff pointed at my mouth. I found myself having to pee, for good measure! With more doubts than miles to cover, I arrived in his neighborhood and parked across the street from his building.
