(As they say on "The Great", an occasionally true story...)
I had had been bi-curious for years, fantasizing endlessly about an intense and uninhibited sexual experience with a man. I am dominant with women but all my fantasies with men involve me being consumed by their power.
My girlfriend and I were on vacation in the Caribbean. She was really tired on the first night from the travel so she went to bed early. I went for a late night walk and discovered a gay bar on the beach not far from our hotel. I could see all of the men drinking together, laughing and dancing, and the thought of joining them made me intensely aroused. My gay fantasies came flodding into my mind and I had to work very hard to stop my cock from getting hard.
I felt frozen. I stood there just looking on for about 15 minutes. I so desperately wanted to go in and just mingle as a gay man with other gay men. The possibility of having sex with a man was making me horny, for sure, but the danger of it all almost made me cum in my bathing suit without even touching myself! A guy standing nearby seemed to understand my indecision. He asked me if I'd like a drink and that gave me the "permission" to go in.
There was no actual "in" as the bar was wide open on the beach, defined only by the placement of tables around a sand "dance floor" in the middle and a string of dim lights around the outside. It was light enough that you could function without tripping over chairs, but dark and moody enough that you felt somewhat clandestine. As I obediently followed my stranger/host to the bar for a drink, I imagined all of these men were going to be having sex with other men tonight, sucking hard cocks and getting fucked. I felt a little overwhelmed with the thoughts that were flooding my mind and I loved it. I was a little hard and, to my surprise, not hiding my slight bulge was a massive turn-on.
When we got to the bar, he ordered drinks for both of us. I liked that, without any hesitation, he took control of the situation and, by extension, me. I recognized later as I "reminisced" that it was all highly calculated by him to slowly put his hooks into me. It worked and I loved being his follower. His domination of me had already begun and I didn't recognize it. I was just floating along on what had been, just 5 minutes ago, an erotic impossibility.
As we chatted and drank, he pulled out a weed pen and offered it to me. I sucked on it eagerly because I was so nervous. I needed something to calm me down. Once I got stoned, I decided to flow with the rest of the evening, not worry about what I was doing and just enjoy the ride. I expected the ride to be a couple of drinks, some conversation and then back to the hotel to my sleeping girlfriend. While I was enjoying the moment so much that I was vibrating, I still didn't think I had the courage to follow through on anything.
At some point, his talking turned to flirting. I absolutely loved this change of conversation and could feel my cock pulsing inside my bathing suit. Between the booze and the stone and the intense sexual attraction I felt for him, I became very locked in on just us. I sensed the other men in the bar and enjoyed that they could see us but my eyes became focused on him and only him. As I thought about it later, he must have known that I was hooked at this point because his demeanor became less about flirting and more about closing. As we talked, all I could think about was how much I wanted to feel this man kissing me, to feel his soft, masculin lips on mine and his rough, muscular tongue in my mouth.
He took my hand and said "Let's dance". A flood of sexual feeling surged through my entire body because I loved that he didn't ask me to dance, he told me. I felt I was in his control and it was intoxicating! I had always been the one in charge and I finally understood the slutty thrill of being under someone else's sexual control. As scared as I was, I felt strangely safe in the firm grip of his hand. I was embarrassed -- but also incredibly turned on -- that I was now half erect in full view of the other men and that the bugle in my swimsuit was so obvious.
We talked and danced at a slight distance through the first song. The next song was slow and almost before the implications of that could register in my head, he was taking one of my hands and slipping his other arm around my waist. The next thing I knew I was being enveloped in his strong body with my face buried in his chest. His masculine scent went straight to my groin, as did the feeling of his strong, male body against mind. My cock became hard instantly and I turned beet red knowing he could feel my arousal. There was no doubt in his mind -- or mine -- that I was incredibly horny for him.
Millions of confusing thoughts were going through my head, giving me anxiety that made my whole body stiff against his. I felt the kind of scared that excites every cell in my being, which makes my cock even harder but my body goes rigid. He sensed my apprehension and started talking to me in a way that elevated my feelings for him to a new level. He just said "relax". It is strange but that's all I had to hear to give myself permission to enjoy the sensuality of this man's masculinity. It was like my whole body just melted into his strength and security, and I could feel every square inch of him against me. I stopped feeling self-conscious about the hardness of my cock, which allowed me to notice for the first time the hardness of his.
We were two men dancing closely, passionately. My experience with another man was now real, I could feel it -- I could feel him -- and I wanted more. I wanted to just drink in his maleness and gayness until the sun came up. My head was on his chest and, for the first time in the evening, I felt safe and relaxed. As his lips lightly nibbled my earlobes, he said to me gently "You aren't gay, are you?" I whispered no, I have a girlfriend back at the hotel. Have you been with a man before? No, I said softly. I felt so scared and vulnerable again. I must have stiffened against his body, which he noticed, because he wrapped his strong arms around mine and pulled me tightly to him.
His strength was intoxicating and made me relax again. My head was nuzzled into his chest as we danced. I looked up at him and he touched his lips to mine. They were so warm and soft, but masculine at the same time. His natural scent made me high. All I wanted was to be naked in bed with him under the covers, me feeling his warm body on top of mine, having gay sex for the first time. I was so hard I thought the head of my cock was going to burst inside my swimsuit.
His tongue was strong inside my mouth but not crude. It was an erotic combination of firmness, control, teasing and sensuality. His tongue was delicious and went straight to my cock. He was obviously a very passionate man and it was just who I needed to lead me into my first sexual experience with another man.
Our dancing had now reduced itself to rotating in position as he wrapped his arms around my body and our tongues entwined. I started sucking on his tongue, tasting and teasing his with mine as I imagined I would do to his penis if it was filling my mouth. He said "Are hungry to suck a cock?" Was it that obvious? His question filled me with so much desire to taste his cock, I almost came as I replied yesssssss. "Come with me," he said. "You are a passionate kisser. I can teach you to be a good cocksucker." I was so deliciously disoriented by now that all I could do was follow him silently.
We walked a short distance on the beach to a somewhat secluded spot. He stopped me, pulled me to him firmly, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. Both of our cocks were rock hard and we were so horny, we were far less circumspect now about our desires. Anyone walking by on the beach would have noticed the two men on the edge of the trees in a deep embrace, kissing passionately in the Caribbean moonlight and grinding their hips into each other's groins.
My arms were wrapped around his torso, my hands on his muscular shoulders. His hands slowly worked their way down my back and inside my swimsuit. I loved feeling his strong hands cupping my ass, which is muscular and firm if I do say so myself. As he fondled my ass, he pushed my swimsuit down until it fell to my ankles. He told me to step out of them and I did. He made me feel so exposed and I loved it. And I got so aroused having to follow his orders.
