I'm not Gay. I wouldn't even describe myself as bisexual as I don't look at a man and want to have sex with him as I do to a women. I like women, like their company, like fucking them and regard it as a privilege when they let me shoot my sperm into them. However, every now and then I enjoy having sex with another man.
I didn't have any MM fun until I went to my local college, well after I had turned 20.
One of courses had a week long field trip. I shared a small room with another man. The first night we chatted after getting into bed the conversation turned to sex. I admitted that I didn't have a girl-friend at the time, so wasn't getting any. He asked if I liked wanking myself and I said yes. Before I realized what he was doing, he had got out of his bed, kneeled beside my bed and slid his hand underneath my sheets. He took hold of my cock which promptly had an erection. I let him pull the sheets away so he could see my hard cock in the dim light. I let him jerk me off, cumming very quickly. He chuckled as my cum shot out of my cock. He went back to his own bed and as I was cleaning myself up, I heard him masturbating himself.
I woke in the morning to find him kneeling beside my bed again with his hand on my hard cock. Again I let him pull the bed clothes away and jerk me off. He did that to me every night and morning for the rest of the trip. Obviously, he was turned on by making me cum and watching me spurt while I enjoyed him doing it to me.
After the course, I never did anything more with him and instead had several girlfriends. Eventually I got married. For a long time I never had sex with anyone other than my wife. At first, she wanted to be fucked every night. As the years went by, the frequency dropped away so that eventually we only had sex on a Saturday night, two or three times a month and much less than I wanted. Then, when I was away from home for two weeks working, I was in the hotel bar after dinner on the Saturday with a group of colleagues. The men went home leaving me chatting to a woman.
I found a taxi for her and she invited me back to her place. After we entered her flat, I'm not sure if she had second thoughts or just wanted an extended foreplay session, so that it took a while of kissing, cuddling and stroking before she let me pull her jeans and panties off. By then, she certainly was interested in watching me undress, fastening her eyes on my cock as it sprang free, erect. In bed she rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide for me to slide my cock bareback into her soft, warm pussy and begin fucking her. I can still remember the sensation when I came and pumped my load into her.
I was away for work over a weekend a couple of times a year and it was fairly easy to meet up with a woman who wanted sex on a one night stand. During a trip several years later, I was in a club with a work-mate. He was interested in meeting someone, but the club was dead. We called it a night and went outside. There, in the shadows were two women. I was a little surprised how easy it was to pick them up and we paired and split up. It was dark and I really didn't get a good look at the one I was with. I was staying at a motel round the corner from the club in easy walking distance. We went into my room from its outside door. She said that she was shy and didn't want the lights on, then told me to get into the bed while she went to the bathroom.