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It wasn't until my sophomore year at college, just after turning 20 years old, I discovered I was gay, or at the very least, bisexual. I guess at the time I preferred the "bi" label. I just wasn't ready to accept I was gay. I mean, I dated girls in high school and kept my high school girlfriend when college started. We would make love and I actually asked her to marry me. I guess that's how I justify my so-called bi status today.
Still, I was about to discover if I had to give her up in exchange for male to male sex, it would be a no-brainer. I would choose a man over her. Fortunately, she hasn't put me that test and I doubt she ever will. We have a comfortable life together and she seems okay with my sexuality although sometimes I thinks it confuses her.
I'm not sure how it all started. My roomie my first year of college was gay. We talked openly about it, but I never acted on my curiosities with him. Still, I would listen to him tell me stories about his sexual life and there were times my then girlfriend and now wife would be fucking and I'd be thinking about sucking a hard cock.
It was during my second year of college, Jan, my girlfriend, went to visit some friends for the weekend. I finally decided to approach my first year roommate at a bar I knew he frequented. I'm not sure why to this day why I did, it was just something I felt I had to do. I even thought maybe it would "cure" me of the confusion I was having. Maybe when the time came, I wouldn't be able to do it. Just maybe, I thought, I wasn't really gay or bi, but somehow I knew at the time there was just one way to find out.
Going inside, I looked around for my old friend, but didn't see him. I did ask a guy if he had seen him, but the guy wasn't sure if he even knew him. It was that night in the restroom a guy sucked my cock, but as far as I was concerned, that didn't prove anything.
I still had to know and the only way would be to take one in my mouth. All I knew at that point is I was willing to accept a blow job from another guy, but it could just has easily been my girlfriend. I went back to the bar the following evening, but it was the same as the first night.
After that weekend, I made frequent trips to the bar whenever I could break away, but the result was always the same. I was learning a little about the culture, but still, I hadn't initiated anything that required any active participation by me.
I thought about cruising the area. I was slowly learning what to look for. Maybe drive up and down the street in the area waiting for a young man hitchhiking, rubbing his crotch area, but I chickened out when I saw a couple guys doing just that.
What happened to change everything was finally meeting my first year college buddy at the bar one evening. At first he seemed surprised to see me, but didn't say anything. He told me about a party that weekend and invited me, leaving it up to me if I wanted to go. There was no pressure by him and I guess that turned out to be a good thing. It would be clearly up to me if I went or decided to take a pass. Still, the urge to find out was strong and I went, making some excuse to my girlfriend about a bachelor party I had been invited to.
I drove to the party and slowly walked to the door of the house. I took a deep breath before opening the door and letting myself in. There were several guys in the living room chatting.
My friend was there and came over to greet me. I felt a little more comfortable seeing and talking to him. He seemed to understand and I sensed from our conversation, he would be willing but suggested I go to the second floor and told me about a large room on the right I should go in. "Remember," he told me, "I'm telling you, don't feel any pressure when you go in. Just do whatever you're comfortable with."
I thanked him for the advice and made my way upstairs. The first guy I saw as I entered the room caught my eye and I guess I caught his. He was dressed casually in a pair old jeans and a pull over shirt. I stared at him and he continued gazing at me.
I placed my hand on cock. I could feel a slight bulge. His smile got broader as he walked over. "Need help with that?" he asked me, just as casually as he was dressed.
I think my face turned a little red, but it wasn't really noticeable in the darkened room. "Actually, I was looking to help you out!" The ball was in his court now.
His answer was to unzip his pants, letting them fall slightly, and pull out his semi-erect cock. I looked at his smooth cock. I guess I had never paid all that much attention before in locker rooms, or to myself for that matter, but the head was larger than the shaft. I stood, fascinated, watching his hand move to the shaft and rub. His cock grew larger as his hand stroked more quickly up and down.
He was squeezing the base with one hand. The head of his cock was bulging now. I moved my hand to his cock without hesitation and began to jack him off, using techniques I knew felt good to me.
In a matter of moments, right there in front of everybody in the room, I was on my knees attacking his cock with my mouth. Having a hard cock in my mouth felt so good. I sucked and licked it. I wasn't sure I was doing a good job, but I could hear his moans of pleasure and knew for sure when he started squirting his cum in my mouth.
The taste wasn't exactly what I expected. I thought maybe it would have a sweet taste I guess. Still, the salty flavor of his cum burned on my tongue and I took it all in before finally swallowing it down. I held his softening cock in my mouth for a minute or so before finally releasing it. I wasn't done yet. I breathed in the sexual scent of his cock and balls before pushing my tongue down his cock burying it into his pubic hair and moving further down to lick his balls.
He insisted it was his turn now and I soon shot my load of cum in his mouth, but it wasn't what I wanted. I found three more men that night at the party that let me suck their cocks. Each time I enjoyed the fullness of their cocks in my mouth and each time I drank down the succulent juice offered to me.
I've been fortunate to have a wife as understanding as I do. As I much as I love her, I have to tell admit, I really love to suck cocks!
Still, I was about to discover if I had to give her up in exchange for male to male sex, it would be a no-brainer. I would choose a man over her. Fortunately, she hasn't put me that test and I doubt she ever will. We have a comfortable life together and she seems okay with my sexuality although sometimes I thinks it confuses her.
I'm not sure how it all started. My roomie my first year of college was gay. We talked openly about it, but I never acted on my curiosities with him. Still, I would listen to him tell me stories about his sexual life and there were times my then girlfriend and now wife would be fucking and I'd be thinking about sucking a hard cock.
It was during my second year of college, Jan, my girlfriend, went to visit some friends for the weekend. I finally decided to approach my first year roommate at a bar I knew he frequented. I'm not sure why to this day why I did, it was just something I felt I had to do. I even thought maybe it would "cure" me of the confusion I was having. Maybe when the time came, I wouldn't be able to do it. Just maybe, I thought, I wasn't really gay or bi, but somehow I knew at the time there was just one way to find out.
Going inside, I looked around for my old friend, but didn't see him. I did ask a guy if he had seen him, but the guy wasn't sure if he even knew him. It was that night in the restroom a guy sucked my cock, but as far as I was concerned, that didn't prove anything.
I still had to know and the only way would be to take one in my mouth. All I knew at that point is I was willing to accept a blow job from another guy, but it could just has easily been my girlfriend. I went back to the bar the following evening, but it was the same as the first night.
After that weekend, I made frequent trips to the bar whenever I could break away, but the result was always the same. I was learning a little about the culture, but still, I hadn't initiated anything that required any active participation by me.
I thought about cruising the area. I was slowly learning what to look for. Maybe drive up and down the street in the area waiting for a young man hitchhiking, rubbing his crotch area, but I chickened out when I saw a couple guys doing just that.
What happened to change everything was finally meeting my first year college buddy at the bar one evening. At first he seemed surprised to see me, but didn't say anything. He told me about a party that weekend and invited me, leaving it up to me if I wanted to go. There was no pressure by him and I guess that turned out to be a good thing. It would be clearly up to me if I went or decided to take a pass. Still, the urge to find out was strong and I went, making some excuse to my girlfriend about a bachelor party I had been invited to.
I drove to the party and slowly walked to the door of the house. I took a deep breath before opening the door and letting myself in. There were several guys in the living room chatting.
My friend was there and came over to greet me. I felt a little more comfortable seeing and talking to him. He seemed to understand and I sensed from our conversation, he would be willing but suggested I go to the second floor and told me about a large room on the right I should go in. "Remember," he told me, "I'm telling you, don't feel any pressure when you go in. Just do whatever you're comfortable with."
I thanked him for the advice and made my way upstairs. The first guy I saw as I entered the room caught my eye and I guess I caught his. He was dressed casually in a pair old jeans and a pull over shirt. I stared at him and he continued gazing at me.
I placed my hand on cock. I could feel a slight bulge. His smile got broader as he walked over. "Need help with that?" he asked me, just as casually as he was dressed.
I think my face turned a little red, but it wasn't really noticeable in the darkened room. "Actually, I was looking to help you out!" The ball was in his court now.
His answer was to unzip his pants, letting them fall slightly, and pull out his semi-erect cock. I looked at his smooth cock. I guess I had never paid all that much attention before in locker rooms, or to myself for that matter, but the head was larger than the shaft. I stood, fascinated, watching his hand move to the shaft and rub. His cock grew larger as his hand stroked more quickly up and down.
He was squeezing the base with one hand. The head of his cock was bulging now. I moved my hand to his cock without hesitation and began to jack him off, using techniques I knew felt good to me.
In a matter of moments, right there in front of everybody in the room, I was on my knees attacking his cock with my mouth. Having a hard cock in my mouth felt so good. I sucked and licked it. I wasn't sure I was doing a good job, but I could hear his moans of pleasure and knew for sure when he started squirting his cum in my mouth.
The taste wasn't exactly what I expected. I thought maybe it would have a sweet taste I guess. Still, the salty flavor of his cum burned on my tongue and I took it all in before finally swallowing it down. I held his softening cock in my mouth for a minute or so before finally releasing it. I wasn't done yet. I breathed in the sexual scent of his cock and balls before pushing my tongue down his cock burying it into his pubic hair and moving further down to lick his balls.
He insisted it was his turn now and I soon shot my load of cum in his mouth, but it wasn't what I wanted. I found three more men that night at the party that let me suck their cocks. Each time I enjoyed the fullness of their cocks in my mouth and each time I drank down the succulent juice offered to me.
I've been fortunate to have a wife as understanding as I do. As I much as I love her, I have to tell admit, I really love to suck cocks!
Emely
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