When I lived in the midwest in the mid-90's, I was alone for 6 months after I accepted a new job, and my wife elected to remain on the west coast and follow me when her employment contract was up. During this period of forced bachelorhood I masturbated every evening to hard core porn videos. I became quite turned on and infatuated with facial cumshots, ie. guys spurting big loads on girl's tongues, mouths and faces. On many occasions I would jack off in front of a full-length mirror at the foot of the bed, and just as orgasm approached I would scoot my legs up on the headboard to position my erect cock to ejaculate directly into my mouth and face. At first I shot all over my face, forehead, chin, etc....but eventually I became a better shot, and managed to direct most of my cum into my mouth, so I could enjoy the warm, soapy taste and consistency of my own semen on my tongue before swallowing it. It quickly became an acquired taste.
Prior to this period in my life, I rarely sucked cock and had never taken a guy's cum load in my mouth....and then I only sucked off a very few good friends. Most guys I encountered sucked me off, for the most part. However, as my solitary masturbation orgies grew more intense, some lasting for hours, I found that my desire to perform fellatio and have cum spurted in my mouth and face increased. I think I wanted to emulate the girls on the screen. Unfortunately, being new in town, I had no friends or sex partners with which to act this out.
Then one day...a light went on. I thought I might have found a solution to my dilemma. I had just contracted with a decorator to have window coverings installed throughout the downstairs of our condo. After I met Corey, (he was in his 50's) I had the sense that he might be a little light in his loafers, and a very likely candidate to approach.....but how to do it? After we concluded our deal, he called for an appointment for installation. I happened to be going out of town the day we selected, so I decided to set an interesting "trap" to see if I could tell him what I had in mind. I arranged a number of tell-tale indicators around the condo that only he would pick up on if he were indeed gay and so inclined. I left a bottle of JO lube on the bedstand, cum-stained underpants/kleenex on the bathroom floor and more in the hamper and wastebasket, a hot gay video in the VCR key'd to a great cumshot (turned on with the counter at zero), a greased dildo in a half-opened drawer, and finally - I laid a very graphic gay magazine on the floor peeking out from beneath the bed.....in which I slipped a note that read something like, "If you're reading this, then you might be interested in getting together sometime to play. If so, please jot your thoughts on the reverse side and I'll call you to when I return to pursue this". I remembered exactly where everything was, so if anything was moved I would know.