She was the one who became the game changer
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I'm in my seventies now and only discovered my bi side when I was in my thirties. We weren't swingers, but my ex-wife Barbara and I were very sexually active and uninhibited. We were engaging in oral sex a good ten years before it was socially acceptable. In the mid-sixties when she came home from giving birth to our first child with her pussy shaved she liked the way it felt when I went down on her, so she kept it shaved. Again, that was almost fifteen years before bald pussies became in vogue.
She'd had a big, thick, bristly patch of pubic hair about the size of a dinner plate, so I loved it. No more gagging on pubic hairs I accidentally swallowed, or trying to get the coarse hairs out from between my teeth. Both put a damper on the mood. I was always intrigued by how a natural blond like her could have such dark and coarse pubic hair. In years to come, with other blonds that I went down on, their pubic hair, though not blond, was lighter and nowhere near as coarse.
I didn’t know it, but she’d long had this fantasy to watch and help me and another man suck each other in a mmf threesome or, since she was a little curious herself, even a mfmf foursome.
Maybe it was being raised in the rural south; I was both homophobic and macho, and the idea just seemed weird, just wrong to me. I had never been turned on by the male body, especially a muscled-up one. I loved women, especially thin, svelte ones with the tight little butts. I could always find something about any woman that turned me on, even if it was just her sweet personality.
Once the cat was out of the bag, Barbara kept bringing it up and would read Penthouse Letters stories about such things and eventually I started to get a little curious about trying it. I became more and more excited about it because she was so excited about it. I finally decided that I’d try oral sex with men to fulfill her fantasy.
It happened during a foursome that Barbara set up with a Linda and Thomas - Tom for short - a bi-curious couple. The naughtiness and taboo of it was absolutely electrifying and liberating for me.
Resigned to doing it for Barbara, I licked my lips as I stared at Tom's cock. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do with it, but I knew it involved my mouth and tongue. I glanced up and saw the same look of nervousness in Tom’s eyes that I knew mine held.
I swallowed, hoping to generate some moisture in my dry mouth. "It's so odd," I whispered, “I’ve never seen one this close before,” as I reached out to touch the head. He jerked and I pulled my hand away. Knowing it was a stupid question, I asked, "Did that hurt?"
Tom shook his head, his eyes wide. He glanced at the girls, then whispered, “We don't have to do this.”
"Yes, Tom, the girls want us to do it. I heard Barbara and Linda talking about sucking cock and how it tasted. Barbara said it tasted wonderful. I'm tired of being in the dark. I want to know what it’s like to have another man’s cock in my mouth. Besides, the girls want us to."
"I know,” groaned Tom. “Just because the girls want us to, doesn't mean we have to do it."
“Doesn’t it?” I said.
"Have you ever sucked a dick before? I mean, you’re older than me,” Tom asked as I moved closer, lowering my face to study the swollen veins of his thick shaft.
As one of my fingers ran across the largest vein and then up to the head, where I examined the slit, I said, “No,” then as I reached down to hold the base of his cock, I added, "Just because I'm a year older than you doesn't mean I’ve done it or had it done to me.”
“Linda will shoot me if I don’t go through with this,” Tom sighed.
“Barbara too,” I chuckled, just before opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out to taste his shaft. I gave it a quick lick, then a longer one. "It doesn't taste different. Just tastes like skin. Kinda salty, but still just skin." I shrugged my shoulders, lowered my face and rolled my tongue around and over the reddish-purple head of his dick and toyed with the slit. I backed off, licked my lips. I tasted the saltiness of a drop of urine that had moistened him when peeing. I didn’t mind though, because I knew it would disappear as soon as I wetted my lips again.
"You just peed, didn’t ya?" I asked.
Tom blanched, “Ugh yes. Sorry.”
"I'm just checking. There was something on the tip and well… don’t worry about. It’s normal. It happens to all guys when they pee,” I replied.
"What did it taste like?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Boring, not much flavor. It wasn't really unpleasant, just a very different taste, kind of a warm Mountain Dew laced with just a touch of white vinegar.”
I opened my mouth again and went back to exploring his cock with my tongue. I eyed Tom every few seconds as I eased my tongue up and then down its length.
When Tom grunted, “Uuugh,” and groaned, “Uuggghhh,” I smiled inside. I licked harder and heard him hiss.
"Ohh, God, right there," he whispered just as my tongue pushed against the bottom of his head. I tightened my fingers around his cock and slowly stroked it a few times, and then leaned over and guided it between my lips and into my mouth.
Tom watched as the head of his cock disappeared between my lips and then as I wrapped them around his shaft. Clamping them around his thick shaft, I started sucking.
Eventually I felt his fingers rustling my hair as he throbbed harder and harder between my moist lips. Shuddering with sensual anticipation, Tom moaned, “Oh my fucking god,” as I tenderly caressed his sensitive balls.
As he petted my head, I felt my own excitement growing. Ignoring the feeling of pressure building up in my cock that was trying to distract me I concentrated on Tom. I wanted to hear him moan and whimper some more so I slowly bobbed up and down his shaft. I pushed his hand away from the base of his dick and replaced it with my own.
I closed my eyes and rubbed his dick with my fingers, rolled my tongue around the head before sliding him back into my mouth. I wanted to try and suck all of him, down to his balls, so I went deeper. The head bumped the back of my throat, but then I gagged and retreated. Tom apologized, but I just shrugged my shoulders and continued to suck.
Soon I heard Tom say, “Cumming.” I immediately thought of Barbara and quickly sucked harder and faster.
"Oooh, yesss,” Tom growled and held his hands in my hair. It didn’t take long until we were both breathing hard and he was close to an orgasm. He started thrusting faster and harder. I could feel his stomach muscles contracting and his cockhead swelled in my mouth. His balls pulled up tight in my hand.
I tightened my lips, pushing him over the edge. In a series of loud moans and sighs he started cumming, his shaft pulsing from the force. As he continued to spurt I gently held his cock in my mouth for a few minutes. With my mouth still full of cum, I swirled my tongue around the foreskin. I let his cock slowly slip from between my cum-covered lips and then with Barbara standing there grinning, I swallowed my prize.
After that our sexual focus turned to threesomes with bi men because I now enjoyed sucking men’s cocks and being sucked by men and being with other men as much as Barbara did. I had no desire for anal sex or for kissing and intimacy.
The game changer for me was one night after a hot threesome. It was with Calvin, a guy that Barbara and I'd met with once before. She fell asleep completely satisfied and as Calvin was about to get dressed to leave he asked, “Do you ever play with men alone?”
I said, “No,” but at once the idea intrigued me and my cock started to get hard again. Barbara was in the bedroom asleep and we were in the living room so I told him, “We’re alone now. What do you have in mind?”
He said, “I’d rather show you than tell you.” He continued, “I’ve had fantasies about one-on-one mm play, and after our first threesome I thought you might be the man to explore with.”
It turned out he was right.
We were both still naked, so Calvin sat down on the couch next to me and we started to stroke each others cocks. First one and then the other. As he was slowly stroking my cock, he leaned over and started nibbling the back of my neck and behind one of my ears, sending a shiver through my whole body just as if it were a woman doing it.
Next thing I know in the heat of the moment we were French kissing and sucking each others tongues like we’d sucked each others cocks twice before. I was shocked, but I liked it.
Again I was electrified, feeling Calvin’s hand on my hard cock and feeling his hard cock in my hand. It felt so naughty, exciting and taboo. I don't like labels because there are just too many variables. Everyone is different. But I knew then that I was much more bisexual than I'd thought I was.
We made out passionately like two hormonal teenagers for a few minutes and then went outside to our sundeck and sucked each other off in the moonlight. Being outside felt so intimate and romantic and added to the excitement.
I invited Calvin to stay the night. We climbed in bed with Barbara and fell asleep. She was quite surprised waking up the morning with two men in her bed.
We had another hot threesome before Calvin left. He fucked Barbara to another couple of orgasms and then sucked me off again before he left.
We met him several more times but he and I never did a repeat of our torrid passion. But from that point on, I never again considered kissing men as unmanly or reserved only for women. Kissing and making out with a man makes the experience more naughty and taboo for me. Plus, I feel like a male human being and I are connecting in a differently erotic and exciting way than if we were both connecting with a female human being. Just as a woman and I can kiss passionately, feel our knees get weak and fall back on the bed and have very hot sex, I get the same feeling when I do it with a man.
I am that way to this day. I much prefer men who are not afraid to be intimate and passionate and let down the male barriers that usually prevent romance, intimacy and passion. It is actually a faux-romance, faux-passion which I can switch off and then on again when we next meet. It's the heat-of-the-moment type thing. I have no feelings of romantic love or to want to be with a man as committed partners, or make anything of it except a sexual relationship that gets hotter and hotter.
But the reality is that many men are not into intimacy. They feel that kissing another man is feminine and unmanly. I disagree. It makes me feel super masculine knowing that I can make women wet and men hard in the same way and then have hot sex together. Still, I’ll not turn down non-intimate straight guy for mm cock play. It's hard enough to meet men just for hot oral play and mutual satisfaction, so when I meet a guy who loves intimacy like me, it's a bonus and we’re much more likely to become down-low lovers.
Before our divorce I shared my wife Barbara with many guys over the years we were together. She liked fucking guys with really big cocks and she was okay with me eating her creampie and sucking their cocks. One guy, Dustin, even lived with us for a year. Barbara loved fucking him and he loved me sucking his big cock. We don't see him anymore but I have admit that Barbara and I think about him often. He never turned me on like he did her, but for both of us it was his nine-inch plus cock that we miss.
The end…
She'd had a big, thick, bristly patch of pubic hair about the size of a dinner plate, so I loved it. No more gagging on pubic hairs I accidentally swallowed, or trying to get the coarse hairs out from between my teeth. Both put a damper on the mood. I was always intrigued by how a natural blond like her could have such dark and coarse pubic hair. In years to come, with other blonds that I went down on, their pubic hair, though not blond, was lighter and nowhere near as coarse.
I didn’t know it, but she’d long had this fantasy to watch and help me and another man suck each other in a mmf threesome or, since she was a little curious herself, even a mfmf foursome.
Maybe it was being raised in the rural south; I was both homophobic and macho, and the idea just seemed weird, just wrong to me. I had never been turned on by the male body, especially a muscled-up one. I loved women, especially thin, svelte ones with the tight little butts. I could always find something about any woman that turned me on, even if it was just her sweet personality.
Once the cat was out of the bag, Barbara kept bringing it up and would read Penthouse Letters stories about such things and eventually I started to get a little curious about trying it. I became more and more excited about it because she was so excited about it. I finally decided that I’d try oral sex with men to fulfill her fantasy.
It happened during a foursome that Barbara set up with a Linda and Thomas - Tom for short - a bi-curious couple. The naughtiness and taboo of it was absolutely electrifying and liberating for me.
Resigned to doing it for Barbara, I licked my lips as I stared at Tom's cock. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do with it, but I knew it involved my mouth and tongue. I glanced up and saw the same look of nervousness in Tom’s eyes that I knew mine held.
I swallowed, hoping to generate some moisture in my dry mouth. "It's so odd," I whispered, “I’ve never seen one this close before,” as I reached out to touch the head. He jerked and I pulled my hand away. Knowing it was a stupid question, I asked, "Did that hurt?"
Tom shook his head, his eyes wide. He glanced at the girls, then whispered, “We don't have to do this.”
"Yes, Tom, the girls want us to do it. I heard Barbara and Linda talking about sucking cock and how it tasted. Barbara said it tasted wonderful. I'm tired of being in the dark. I want to know what it’s like to have another man’s cock in my mouth. Besides, the girls want us to."
"I know,” groaned Tom. “Just because the girls want us to, doesn't mean we have to do it."
“Doesn’t it?” I said.
"Have you ever sucked a dick before? I mean, you’re older than me,” Tom asked as I moved closer, lowering my face to study the swollen veins of his thick shaft.
As one of my fingers ran across the largest vein and then up to the head, where I examined the slit, I said, “No,” then as I reached down to hold the base of his cock, I added, "Just because I'm a year older than you doesn't mean I’ve done it or had it done to me.”
“Linda will shoot me if I don’t go through with this,” Tom sighed.
“Barbara too,” I chuckled, just before opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out to taste his shaft. I gave it a quick lick, then a longer one. "It doesn't taste different. Just tastes like skin. Kinda salty, but still just skin." I shrugged my shoulders, lowered my face and rolled my tongue around and over the reddish-purple head of his dick and toyed with the slit. I backed off, licked my lips. I tasted the saltiness of a drop of urine that had moistened him when peeing. I didn’t mind though, because I knew it would disappear as soon as I wetted my lips again.
"You just peed, didn’t ya?" I asked.
Tom blanched, “Ugh yes. Sorry.”
"I'm just checking. There was something on the tip and well… don’t worry about. It’s normal. It happens to all guys when they pee,” I replied.
"What did it taste like?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Boring, not much flavor. It wasn't really unpleasant, just a very different taste, kind of a warm Mountain Dew laced with just a touch of white vinegar.”
I opened my mouth again and went back to exploring his cock with my tongue. I eyed Tom every few seconds as I eased my tongue up and then down its length.
When Tom grunted, “Uuugh,” and groaned, “Uuggghhh,” I smiled inside. I licked harder and heard him hiss.
"Ohh, God, right there," he whispered just as my tongue pushed against the bottom of his head. I tightened my fingers around his cock and slowly stroked it a few times, and then leaned over and guided it between my lips and into my mouth.
Tom watched as the head of his cock disappeared between my lips and then as I wrapped them around his shaft. Clamping them around his thick shaft, I started sucking.
Eventually I felt his fingers rustling my hair as he throbbed harder and harder between my moist lips. Shuddering with sensual anticipation, Tom moaned, “Oh my fucking god,” as I tenderly caressed his sensitive balls.
As he petted my head, I felt my own excitement growing. Ignoring the feeling of pressure building up in my cock that was trying to distract me I concentrated on Tom. I wanted to hear him moan and whimper some more so I slowly bobbed up and down his shaft. I pushed his hand away from the base of his dick and replaced it with my own.
I closed my eyes and rubbed his dick with my fingers, rolled my tongue around the head before sliding him back into my mouth. I wanted to try and suck all of him, down to his balls, so I went deeper. The head bumped the back of my throat, but then I gagged and retreated. Tom apologized, but I just shrugged my shoulders and continued to suck.
Soon I heard Tom say, “Cumming.” I immediately thought of Barbara and quickly sucked harder and faster.
"Oooh, yesss,” Tom growled and held his hands in my hair. It didn’t take long until we were both breathing hard and he was close to an orgasm. He started thrusting faster and harder. I could feel his stomach muscles contracting and his cockhead swelled in my mouth. His balls pulled up tight in my hand.
I tightened my lips, pushing him over the edge. In a series of loud moans and sighs he started cumming, his shaft pulsing from the force. As he continued to spurt I gently held his cock in my mouth for a few minutes. With my mouth still full of cum, I swirled my tongue around the foreskin. I let his cock slowly slip from between my cum-covered lips and then with Barbara standing there grinning, I swallowed my prize.
After that our sexual focus turned to threesomes with bi men because I now enjoyed sucking men’s cocks and being sucked by men and being with other men as much as Barbara did. I had no desire for anal sex or for kissing and intimacy.
The game changer for me was one night after a hot threesome. It was with Calvin, a guy that Barbara and I'd met with once before. She fell asleep completely satisfied and as Calvin was about to get dressed to leave he asked, “Do you ever play with men alone?”
I said, “No,” but at once the idea intrigued me and my cock started to get hard again. Barbara was in the bedroom asleep and we were in the living room so I told him, “We’re alone now. What do you have in mind?”
He said, “I’d rather show you than tell you.” He continued, “I’ve had fantasies about one-on-one mm play, and after our first threesome I thought you might be the man to explore with.”
It turned out he was right.
We were both still naked, so Calvin sat down on the couch next to me and we started to stroke each others cocks. First one and then the other. As he was slowly stroking my cock, he leaned over and started nibbling the back of my neck and behind one of my ears, sending a shiver through my whole body just as if it were a woman doing it.
Next thing I know in the heat of the moment we were French kissing and sucking each others tongues like we’d sucked each others cocks twice before. I was shocked, but I liked it.
Again I was electrified, feeling Calvin’s hand on my hard cock and feeling his hard cock in my hand. It felt so naughty, exciting and taboo. I don't like labels because there are just too many variables. Everyone is different. But I knew then that I was much more bisexual than I'd thought I was.
We made out passionately like two hormonal teenagers for a few minutes and then went outside to our sundeck and sucked each other off in the moonlight. Being outside felt so intimate and romantic and added to the excitement.
I invited Calvin to stay the night. We climbed in bed with Barbara and fell asleep. She was quite surprised waking up the morning with two men in her bed.
We had another hot threesome before Calvin left. He fucked Barbara to another couple of orgasms and then sucked me off again before he left.
We met him several more times but he and I never did a repeat of our torrid passion. But from that point on, I never again considered kissing men as unmanly or reserved only for women. Kissing and making out with a man makes the experience more naughty and taboo for me. Plus, I feel like a male human being and I are connecting in a differently erotic and exciting way than if we were both connecting with a female human being. Just as a woman and I can kiss passionately, feel our knees get weak and fall back on the bed and have very hot sex, I get the same feeling when I do it with a man.
I am that way to this day. I much prefer men who are not afraid to be intimate and passionate and let down the male barriers that usually prevent romance, intimacy and passion. It is actually a faux-romance, faux-passion which I can switch off and then on again when we next meet. It's the heat-of-the-moment type thing. I have no feelings of romantic love or to want to be with a man as committed partners, or make anything of it except a sexual relationship that gets hotter and hotter.
But the reality is that many men are not into intimacy. They feel that kissing another man is feminine and unmanly. I disagree. It makes me feel super masculine knowing that I can make women wet and men hard in the same way and then have hot sex together. Still, I’ll not turn down non-intimate straight guy for mm cock play. It's hard enough to meet men just for hot oral play and mutual satisfaction, so when I meet a guy who loves intimacy like me, it's a bonus and we’re much more likely to become down-low lovers.
Before our divorce I shared my wife Barbara with many guys over the years we were together. She liked fucking guys with really big cocks and she was okay with me eating her creampie and sucking their cocks. One guy, Dustin, even lived with us for a year. Barbara loved fucking him and he loved me sucking his big cock. We don't see him anymore but I have admit that Barbara and I think about him often. He never turned me on like he did her, but for both of us it was his nine-inch plus cock that we miss.
The end…
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