I would consider myself straight because I don't find men attractive. At all.
This hasn't stopped me over the years in engaging sexually with them. I've never felt turned on by the person but by the acts and taboo nature of them. I would say I am heteroflexible though as while I am only attracted to women, I can certainly get off with men.
I have done some fairly degrading things over the years to feel the pleasure and it hasn't bothered me what the man looked like at all or what they wanted to do as I got myself off in these situations.
I started quite small but ended up really doing some kinky things before eventually losing my full anal virginity with a man about 10 years into this.
So these are the 8 main experiences of my life that have built up my desire to recieve pleasure however it happens and who ever it is with.
EXPERIENCE 1: Finally convinced by a high school friend.
I went to uni a complete virgin. I was awkward and not much of a looker. I was skinny, touching 6 foot but had put some effort into gaining some muscle by running and some resistance training.
I had decent abs but otherwise nothing much to write about. I didn't know this at the time but I have a decent arse that was pretty peachy and a decent cock. I've received plenty of compliments for it since some of my first interactions. It's a shade under 7 inches and 3 fingers thick.
Not porn worthy but just plenty for normal people!
Now Jason was my friend from high school, openly gay for years and considering the area we lived in is quite homophobic, he was pretty active in his own sex life.
The whole time we had been friends, he had flirted with me. While I enjoyed the attention and flirted back just to tease. I never had any intention of acting on it.
He had tried to kiss me before on drunken nights out but had accepted my rejections with grace.
He did catch me at a low point though. He had travelled up and stayed the night following a night out in town. He crashed on the floor next to my bed and we chatted quite drunkedly about the night.
I had been at uni a few months and still had not managed to find any action. A few make out sessions but nothing beyond it. We were discussing this quite openly and in detail into the darkness.
"Hey bud, I could help you out you know. I can show you what it's like to get a blowjob?" he whispered, clearly a little hesitant to offer it up.
I didn't respond straight away but my far from sober mind went into overdrive.
What if everyone found out? I wasn't gay, no issue with anyone who was but it's a lot of questions and labels I wasn't ready for.
My horny brain responded with the fact it was pitch black, I would never even see him do it.
A few minutes passed before I responded to him.
"Fuck it, go for it. Don't ever tell anyone though!" I conceded, also whispering even though noone could hear me.
He moved like lighting and pounced. I couldn't see his face but could feel the excitement in his whole energy.
He pulled my covers down and quickly found the waistband of my boxers.
He pulled them down but not far as he was too focused on his prize. He massaged my flaccid shaft to wake it up and sucked on the tip.
I couldn't see anything but I could feel his manipulations having an effect. As I hardened, he moved his hands to my balls and lightly squeezed them. His mouth starting to bob as I got to full mast.
When I had reached full stem, he struggled to suck me properly as he was kneeling beside the tiny bed while I laid sideways in front of him. He could not get a good angle as he tried to take as much of me as he could.
"Can you stand up? It would be a lot easier," he slurped as he pulled off my cock.
His voice reminded me who was playing with my cock and I almost rejected the whole thing but my cock begged me to continue.
I swung my legs round and stood with my calves against the frame, Jason now kneeling in front of me at the perfect height to devour my cock.
I stood awkwardly trying to envisage anyone else was doing this. He started to bob and the pleasure overshone the shame. I put my hand on his head to guide his bobbing but regretted it and pulled away, not enjoying the texture of his hair as it grounded me in reality.
I looked to the ceiling, unable to see still but it helped me step aside mentally and focus on the blowjob. He had skill but was just not the preferred recipient of my cock.
It took a while as the alcohol and embarrassment made me hold back but he got to a point of no return.
"I'm going to cum, where do you want it?" I asked, still whispering.
He responded by trying to swallow me whole which naturally tipped me over the edge and I came inside someone for the first time in my life.
He took it like a champ and swallowed it all, before popping into the ensuite to brush his teeth. Light seeped in from the bathroom. I saw his erection through his own boxers as he went in and could hear him gargle and spit.
He returned, turning off the light again and laid down on his make shift bed.
An awkward silence descended for a while. He eventually spoke again.
"Um, I'm pretty hard. Would you like to try?" he asked.
"Really sorry but that's not for me. You can wank though, I feel a bit bad." I responded.
"No problem, hope you enjoyed it at least. Can I at least look at you while I do?"
"Um, I suppose but I don't want to see. Turn the light on and I'll put my pillow on my face." I reluctantly offered.
"Sure, that works for me," he shrugged.
He got up and turned on the light from the bathroom again, I could see his erection before I covered my face. I know it's weird considering he just sucked me but seeing it in the light would make it real and at the moment I had the ability to be in denial.
He stood by the bed, and moved my boxers down again, revealing my still semi hard cock. I could hear him wanking and the slick noises of a sticky cock being jerked.
