When I'm horny even as much as a heterosexual male as I am the idea of having another man take me raises its ugly head.
I remember it started so innocently. I don't know how old I was but I know even now that it started with pornography. I loved women and I loved looking at women. It didn't matter if they were white, black, Asian or Latin as long as they had a nice rump and sweet features I'd lay on my stomach rubbing against the sheets with their images before me until I came.
Soon though it wasn't enough. I went from missionary position to doggy style to spice it up even adding anal images to my sexual appetite but it was only when a tranny snuck up on me that it changed.
I'd have sworn the Asian beauty was a woman if not for the six-inch dick I saw in the last frame. She was a petite thing with long black hair and small cute features. I wasn't looking at her face though I was looking at her butt and it was a delight. I couldn't see or tell anything was amiss until the last picture when I saw the shaved balls and dick and I wasn't disgusted. In fact I was turned on even more.
Rubbing myself on the bed as usual I came to the image of me on her ass taking her with delight.
Over time I'd go from admiring the women to occasionally looking for the one tranny that set me off and brought the naughty orgasm out but then I wanted more.
I had no illusions when I searched out my first gay pictures. I'd seen them before but I'd never actually clicked on a link until one night I was super horny. I'd not jerked off in weeks and sex hadn't come my way in months.
The women weren't doing it and neither were the trannies. I needed something really naughty and found it with a few teen black twinks taking it in the ass and wondered how it would feel.
Lying on the bed naked, I rubbed myself against the sheets hard and fast. I grabbed my ass with my hands and spread them, sliding my fingers wet from sweat td along my crack until a climax rocked me and left me feeling guilty.
What had I just done? I'd just cum with the desire to have someone in my ass.
I didn't masturbate for a week afterwards but the feeling never left me and it wouldn't be long before I was horny again and searching for something to satisfy me and gay porn mixed with what I'd call conventional female fare filled that void until one night when I was out.
It wasn't a gay bar that's for sure but it was a bar open to all. I don't think I'm the type a gay man would approach but apparently I'm wrong. I'm five feet nine inches tall and weigh about one hundred and sixty pounds roughly.
Not very muscular I consider myself athletic though some of the women I've dated said I have soft features and they like that. I thought little of that as long as I got the ass.
I was horny that night there was no doubt about that and I was merely looking for a hook up with a woman. It was Friday night and all during the week I'd been on the computer and when I got bored on the computer I venture towards the porn.
Yes I have an addiction to it there is no doubt. The addiction though doesn't drive me to purchase subscriptions though I find that useless considering how much free porn is out there and besides the average man only takes about seven minutes to cum so why purchase or download an hour long movie when a few clips will do the job.
If I didn't get a hook up then I'd head back home and deal with it then though usually on Friday's there was always a few to be had mostly the more mature of the crowd and considering my youthfulness they were more likely to be interested I thought.
There wasn't any of that that night however and I felt sure I was leaving alone when he approached me and asked if he could buy me a drink.
Horniness must have been wafting off of me like a cloud of smoke signaling him and drying him my way.
You'd think I would have known then. I'd been watching two women making out on the dance floor earlier and the two lipstick lesbians were hot as shit and I wouldn't have mind joining them. It only served to make me hornier.
When I'm horny my inhibitions drop and I said, "Sure."
I wasn't drugged or anything but before long one drink led to another and late into the night or rather early into the morning we were leaving together heading to his place because it was within walking distance and I was in no position to drive.
How'd he get me back to his place I don't know. All I remember was we talked about everything and all the while we drank. We talked sports, politics, movies, music and of course the two lesbians on the floor who'd been joined by a few eager fellows only to be ignored.
"You don't look good enough to drive," he'd said to me.
I nodded agreement.
"You should sleep it off at my place. You can walk back get your car later..."
"Good idea."
And off we went.
"You can crash on the couch," he said when we reached his place.
I plopped down on the couch. "Thanks." I said taking him in.
He was about six feet tall and unlike me with brown skin a gift from my African heritage he was white and had blond hair and blue eyes. His hair was short and fit his face nicely. He smiled at me and I wanted him then but I wasn't going to make the move.
