My name is Daniel, Danny for short. I grew up in the suburbs of Los Angeles California in the 80's. In the neighborhood I grew up in, the schools I was educated in, the church I attended and the friends I hung with were not believers in homosexuality. Of course, as the years went by and as some sexuality thought changed, it was okay with the girls, but for men... never...
After I graduated Highschool and became a man, I found myself masturbating a lot. In many ways it was about girls and getting laid, but on occasion I would think about what it was like to suck dick, or to have my dick sucked by a boy.
It wasn't until the advent of the "Adult Channels" on cable where my fantasies exploded. Being good with electronics and getting into computers, I managed to find ways to watch porn on my bedroom TV. I would be in my room late at night after my parents went to bed and watch girls being pounded by big hung men who would fuck them every way they could. I was mesmerized by watching some guy cum all over a girl's tits, or her ass and especially on her face. I knew they were all actors and paid for their performances, but I loved the thrill of seeing it. I loved watching the girls give head and to see a naked man with his big cock. It made my stomach do flips and I wanted that, just like the girls wanted that.
There were times I would masturbate using toys, or household items and play with myself anally. I wasn't sure if it was the taboo'ness of it; or if it was being penetrated by objects, but it surely got me off. My first gay experience came just before I entered college. A guy in my neighborhood that I grew up with dared me to suck his dick. I was leery at first, but figured as long as he kept his mouth shut and retuned the favor, I was game. I wanted it. I wanted to try it and I figured this might be my only opportunity.
We snuck into his parents' garage one early summer afternoon. We didn't kiss or anything. He just pulled his shorts and underwear down and sat on the edge of his parent's boat trailer. I got onto my knees and slid his partially hard cock into my mouth and sucked for a while. He got fully erect and I liked the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I had no idea what I was doing, and didn't even begin to know what it took to get him off. But I found myself aroused by the situation. I was hard in my shorts and I wanted him to suck me.
After a while. I stood up and dropped my shorts. He leaned his head forward and sucked on mine for a while. The rush of being sucked by a boy was beyond belief. I wanted him to keep going. I wanted to cum, but we both got panicked realizing we were both bottomless "having oral sex" in the garage and quickly got dressed and headed back out into the neighborhood. We never did get each other off but did manage to have two more experiences over the few weeks before we all headed off to college. It was our little secret, one until now, was never spoken of.
But I must admit, it was a hot feeling being blown by a boy in the garage and I think it opened the door for what came years later.
During college I never really thought about homosexual sex, outside of occasional late-night fantasies. I managed to quickly find girlfriends and have "normal sexual encounters". I got married right out of college to my senior year sweetheart, found a good job and went on with life. I rarely saw that guy from the neighborhood, once I started my life and never gave it more than a passing thought more than a memory. Until my divorced that is.
Right after my divorce I was a bit sour on women. I didn't really even think about dating men, but something was stirring inside me. I changed jobs a while after getting out on my own and worked for a manager who was openly gay. At first, I didn't like him very much, he was almost too out, too feminine and too out spoken. But as we worked together a lot and actually got to know each other more, under quieter one on one circumstances, I began to admire him. His name was Charlie, but he went by Char. He was a mix of Filipino and white, with his mom being 100 % Filipino and his dad just being the average mixed white male. He had a few sisters and was raised in a modest mid-western household, only to move out west to seek his fame and fortune.
To better explain my desires for men, I'll give you a brief background. One night after work I went with Char and a few co-workers to the local Mexican restaurant and bar. We drank, we sang, we danced and we had a fun time. Char had driven me there and when we got back to the parking lot at work, he leaned in and kissed me. It wasn't long until the both of us knew we wanted to date each other and we started having sex. He was the girl of the relationship, but on occasion he'd fuck me. We hid our relationship from people at work and only saw each other a few times a week. I really liked sucking his dick and the more I did it the more I wanted it over and over again. One day I'll write a long story of him and I, but today my focus is on Brett.
After Char and I ended, I dated around. Mostly women and was in a few relationships, but always found myself longing for that something extra. That something special. As the internet developed, I started going on dating sites, looking for men. I'd end up on a few dates, maybe a week or two long "relationships" but nothing that ever gave me the satisfaction and intensity that I had found with Char. Don't get me wrong I love women, love being with them, but once and a while I needed dick. And since, I wasn't having the greatest luck with women, my mind was set towards men.
Fast forward to Brett, the meat of the issue!
I signed myself up for one of the most adult sites you can be on. And this time I decided I wasn't going to hide who I was or what I wanted. I put myself down as Bi-Sexual, looking for women, men, transgender or crossdressers. My paragraph read like a sex novel of things I wanted and was looking for. I proclaimed who I was and of my new found independence from labels and other people's thoughts and started my three-month trial.
I had chats with a few people from both sides of the aisle, went on a few dates, but nothing that really panned out. One morning I was up early and logged on. I was searching for "men" in my area and looking at profile pictures when I saw the head line
8.5 long and thick looking for oral.
I clicked on the profile to see several pictures of a very well-endowed man, who was looking for men or women to suck his big cock. He didn't seem to imply relationship or anything on-going, just casual sex. I was intrigued. The picture looked real and not photoshopped, but these pictures could have been of a porn star or downloaded off the internet. So, I wanted to know if they were for real.
I sent a message saying hello, telling "Brett" who I was and what I was looking for and that I was overly intrigued by his pictures and his size. A few days later I received a message back from him. In his paragraph response, he advised he was just looking for something fun, a Friends With Benefits type situation and wasn't looking to get into a relationship. He promised the dick pics were real and were of him and his actual cock.
I replied to Brett asking for a face picture, or full body picture so I could verify this and to ensure it was in-fact him. I wrote, "Just because of the size and girth." But clearly implied, "If it is your dick, I'd want to suck it."
It was pretty bold of me to write that, but I figured if he was full of shit, I was calling him out. But if he wasn't lying and he was really that hung. I would have no problem getting on my knees and sucking that cock.
A few days went by and I hadn't heard back. The anticipation was killing me. Was this guy for real? Did I just call his bluff? I wanted to write another message to him, but didn't want to seem desperate. When I logged the next night after work, there was a message from Brett. Attached were three pictures of him, two full body, with that very impressive dick. And one up close POV type picture of it. I got hard instantly.
Brett wasn't overly attractive and if I had been on any other "normal male profile" dating site, I would have just passed him by. But since we are on a rather racy dating site and he's got the biggest dick, I've ever seen. I was very interested and want to see it live and in person.
Brett and I exchanged number and texted back and forth for about a week until we managed to agree on a meet and greet at a local tavern. I was nervous and rather anxious driving there. Just as I pulled into the parking lot and exited my car, I sent him a message reading, "I am here."
Brett replied a few second later, "Cool. I am sitting at the bar near the dart board game."
I stopped to take a breath as I was about to walk into the bar. I wasn't nervous about meeting a man for a date, I was nervous because I as meeting a man I met online, who I told I'd give a blow job to.
