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Trulybig, I approve for you to post my story/experience.
I now recognize myself as a bi-male and lean more toward the gay side but with the right woman I don’t mind having sex (laugh). Growing up I thought of myself as straight although in x-rated movies I would often pay more attention to the guy fucking the girl than the girl herself. In these movies most of the porn guys had a cock like yours that are way bigger than mine. I always imagined what it would be like to be the girl handling one of those big cocks. However, none of these thoughts were an obsession or that much on my mind.
When I graduated from school I moved into a one bedroom apartment in a self-contained complex that had a club house and pool. I had a girlfriend who sometimes would live with me off and on. We would frequently spend time at the community pool after work or on the weekends. There were some neighbors over the months that you would get to know. It was a young community overall with some mix of ages and ethnic backgrounds. One single guy I would guess in his late 30’s was friendly whom we got to know mainly with conversations about work, life, etc. at the pool.
My girlfriend and I broke up a few months later and she no longer stayed with me. This guy, Bill, after a week or two noticed she was no longer with me and asked what happened. When I told him he said something like “I never thought you were a good match.” Instead, he invited me over to his place for dinner saying I probably would like some company. I accepted. Now retrospectively, I may have had some vibe he was gay but honestly I can’t say at that time what I thought.
There was nothing unusual at first when I went to his apartment and we had dinner. We had a few beers and having already known each other there was no discomfort. I don’t know exactly when he brought up the subject, maybe with my girlfriend gone, about blow-jobs. I do remember Bill’s theme was a guy could do it better and for the person receiving what difference would it make if a guy or girl did it. I knew what he was hinting at and I was curious. However, at that evening I avoided that changing the subject.
A few days later, after some thought and being horny, I decided if he wanted to suck my cock, I’d see if I could handle a guy doing it. I purposely looked for him. I went to his apartment and first he offered me a drink. But, I was very anxious and a bit afraid. It felt awkward so I asked if I could lie down. I think I didn’t want to really look at him and just lie back and close my eyes. So, we went into the bedroom, I pulled off my pants, laid down face up on the bed and closed my eyes. I could feel his hand on my cock lightly stroking and slightly pulling on it. Then I felt the warmth of him mouth. I knew it was a guy of course but I had to admit in the gentle way he started sucking it felt really good. He whispered you have a nice looking cock, commented on the big head and nice shape. I was aware my cock is not that big but it felt good to hear the positive response. “Wow, you get really hard” he complemented me. I looked up and he was stroking his cock with one hand while holding and sucking mine with the other. I observed his cock was pretty small and thin. That made me feel more comfortable about my cock. He continued taking his time and I recall also enjoying he wasn’t rushing like most women would seemingly do. I got very turned on. I think in my mood and now both turned on and relaxed I decided I wanted to try sucking his too.
Bill’s reaction seemed both surprised and pleased. I can’t say I was scared to do it, and when I think about it I simply wanted to see what it would feel like to do so. However, as soon as I started I regretted it. His smaller penis was easy to suck as you could take the entire organ in your mouth. But, it wasn’t fun or exciting. It also had a slight sour taste or was leaking pre-cum and I didn’t care for it. I felt some obligation to continue however after a few more minutes stopped and laid back down to let him finish me. Bill started sucking me again but now it was a bit harder for him to work me up to a full erection. I had to really concentrate and then direct him on some hand action, suck harder on the head, and then finally I came. He had removed his mouth as I was coming so it was more like a last second hand job finish. That disappointed me and kind of decreased the pleasure of the climax.
I left Bill’s apartment fairly quick after it was over and for the next few weeks I avoided seeing him. My thoughts were that I am not interested in guys, the experience was not what I had hoped, and I felt angry at myself for having even gone down that path. Yet, when I would masturbate at home to porn, given I had no girlfriend, the thing that still would turn me on the most was watching a guy with a big dick fucking the girl or her giving him a blowjob. In other words my focus was still on the guy more than the girl. More..........
I now recognize myself as a bi-male and lean more toward the gay side but with the right woman I don’t mind having sex (laugh). Growing up I thought of myself as straight although in x-rated movies I would often pay more attention to the guy fucking the girl than the girl herself. In these movies most of the porn guys had a cock like yours that are way bigger than mine. I always imagined what it would be like to be the girl handling one of those big cocks. However, none of these thoughts were an obsession or that much on my mind.
When I graduated from school I moved into a one bedroom apartment in a self-contained complex that had a club house and pool. I had a girlfriend who sometimes would live with me off and on. We would frequently spend time at the community pool after work or on the weekends. There were some neighbors over the months that you would get to know. It was a young community overall with some mix of ages and ethnic backgrounds. One single guy I would guess in his late 30’s was friendly whom we got to know mainly with conversations about work, life, etc. at the pool.
My girlfriend and I broke up a few months later and she no longer stayed with me. This guy, Bill, after a week or two noticed she was no longer with me and asked what happened. When I told him he said something like “I never thought you were a good match.” Instead, he invited me over to his place for dinner saying I probably would like some company. I accepted. Now retrospectively, I may have had some vibe he was gay but honestly I can’t say at that time what I thought.
There was nothing unusual at first when I went to his apartment and we had dinner. We had a few beers and having already known each other there was no discomfort. I don’t know exactly when he brought up the subject, maybe with my girlfriend gone, about blow-jobs. I do remember Bill’s theme was a guy could do it better and for the person receiving what difference would it make if a guy or girl did it. I knew what he was hinting at and I was curious. However, at that evening I avoided that changing the subject.
A few days later, after some thought and being horny, I decided if he wanted to suck my cock, I’d see if I could handle a guy doing it. I purposely looked for him. I went to his apartment and first he offered me a drink. But, I was very anxious and a bit afraid. It felt awkward so I asked if I could lie down. I think I didn’t want to really look at him and just lie back and close my eyes. So, we went into the bedroom, I pulled off my pants, laid down face up on the bed and closed my eyes. I could feel his hand on my cock lightly stroking and slightly pulling on it. Then I felt the warmth of him mouth. I knew it was a guy of course but I had to admit in the gentle way he started sucking it felt really good. He whispered you have a nice looking cock, commented on the big head and nice shape. I was aware my cock is not that big but it felt good to hear the positive response. “Wow, you get really hard” he complemented me. I looked up and he was stroking his cock with one hand while holding and sucking mine with the other. I observed his cock was pretty small and thin. That made me feel more comfortable about my cock. He continued taking his time and I recall also enjoying he wasn’t rushing like most women would seemingly do. I got very turned on. I think in my mood and now both turned on and relaxed I decided I wanted to try sucking his too.
Bill’s reaction seemed both surprised and pleased. I can’t say I was scared to do it, and when I think about it I simply wanted to see what it would feel like to do so. However, as soon as I started I regretted it. His smaller penis was easy to suck as you could take the entire organ in your mouth. But, it wasn’t fun or exciting. It also had a slight sour taste or was leaking pre-cum and I didn’t care for it. I felt some obligation to continue however after a few more minutes stopped and laid back down to let him finish me. Bill started sucking me again but now it was a bit harder for him to work me up to a full erection. I had to really concentrate and then direct him on some hand action, suck harder on the head, and then finally I came. He had removed his mouth as I was coming so it was more like a last second hand job finish. That disappointed me and kind of decreased the pleasure of the climax.
I left Bill’s apartment fairly quick after it was over and for the next few weeks I avoided seeing him. My thoughts were that I am not interested in guys, the experience was not what I had hoped, and I felt angry at myself for having even gone down that path. Yet, when I would masturbate at home to porn, given I had no girlfriend, the thing that still would turn me on the most was watching a guy with a big dick fucking the girl or her giving him a blowjob. In other words my focus was still on the guy more than the girl. More..........