My wife Barbara and I had been married nearly fifteen years, so our sex life had kinda lost its spark, its excitement and had become routine. It was good but routine. Any time you have a climax is good but it had gotten boring.
Touching another man's cock for the first time made me so horny that without thinking I opened my mouth, leaned forward and took his thick cock in as far I could. Stopping only when its big head hit the back of my throat and my nose was buried in his thick clump of curly pubic hair.
When I went off to college everything changed. Like lots of guys, I had some same-sex experimentation when I was a younger. I also had my share of stashed porn when I was a teenager. One magazine I treasured for a while was a copy of Penthouse. In addition to lots of naked women, which was great, I remember the issue I managed to get my hands on also had pictures of a man and a women posing. There were no hard dicks but it was definitely a ...
As I walked into the steam room, I sensed that someone else was there. After a moment my eyes adjusted to the fog and I saw Jack seated against the far wall. Jack wasn't exactly a friend, just one of the guys I saw around the spa and occasionally chatted with. His eyes were closed and his towel was open, as he slowly stroked his cock.
My first time sucking a cock was when I was twenty. I'd been talking to this older man on line for a while and eventually he asked, "Would it be ok if I come to your location to meet you in person?"
Most of the time the only cars that were in the parking lot belonged to the girls that worked there. This place also has a live sex show. I never watched the live show but my time there was always fun. I would walk into a booth, dump in enough tokens to keep the video running for about thirty minutes or so and I then I would just lose myself jacking off to gay videos.
My wife, Linda and I were having dinner at the home of Wesley and Barbara, married friends of ours. After dinner we were playing poker, which turned into an unplanned game of strip poker, at least unplanned by Linda and me.
When I was eighteen, I asked a few drunken men to show me their cock and mostly got told to fuck off. Then I started hanging around the men's restrooms in the bus station downtown. I used to go into stalls and read messages written on the walls. I saw one where a man had written to wait outside the restroom around one o'clock on weekdays and he would be there wearing brown slacks and a shirt and tie.
Lips clamped tight around his shaft, I moved my mouth up and down the length of his hard cock. As I bobbed up and down, I couldn't help wondering how a 100% heterosexual male like me wound up on my knees in the apartment of a guy I just met today, with his big dick in my mouth. And I mean big, it must be over eight inches long and thick.
glory-hole sexLike a lot of men I’d always been curious about what it would be like to suck a cock. What a cock would feel like in my mouth, shooting a hot load of cum down my throat.
I'm in my thirties and the first time I ever sucked a cock was a couple of years ago. I'd secretly fantasized about it a lot, though I’d never spoken to anyone else about it. I'd let a couple of guys suck me off and checked out a few online ads and a lot of porn.
I was about thirty five, already married and happily so. But much to my sorrow, I'd been having these fantasies about having sex with another man. Then my high school class reunion came up and I drove to the party, only men, no wives or girlfriends with Wayne a high school buddy of mine.
A few years ago when I was still married my ex-wife Barbara and I decided to add a little spice to our already hot sex life. We'd been swingers now for about a year. In that year we hadn't done much other than full swap. Barbara had been wanting to have an mfm three some for some time now. I knew her birthday was coming up, so I decided to search and find a guy that would fit the description of what she wanted.
I connected with a guy named Trevor on craigslist and we met one evening at a nearby parking lot at a nearby strip mall. I got there first and park in a dark area away from the stores. When Trevor pulled up beside me, I got out and joined him and settled into the passenger's seat of his car.
I sat at the bar in the Rainbow Room and ordered my first drink. I looked up and there was the hottest guy that I've ever, before or since, seen. He was standing on the edge of the dance floor, a bronze god. He was three or four inches taller than me, maybe six foot three and two hundred and twenty pounds with incredible bright cobalt blue eyes, curly blonde hair and perfect cupid bow pretty lips.
I didn't remember anything. I stood up. I was wearing boxers but I wasn't wearing a shirt. I looked on either side of myself and didn't see anything resembling one of my shirts. I reached under thigh, pillow, smelly vagina, head and yanked out a white t-shirt. She stirred, but didn't wake up. I put the shirt on. It seemed masculine enough. I felt too ill to go looking for my pants.
For years I'd frequented adult bookstores. I would look around the shop a little pretending to be interested in buying something from the store. After what I felt was a sufficient amount of time browsing I would get tokens from the clerk, always hesitating to look directly at him so as not acknowledge what I was about to do.
As I'm sure was the case with most everyone, the first time giving head I was very nervous but excited that it was finally going to happen. I hadn't had any contact with a dick. Although I thought about it through nearly every masturbation fantasy.
A little bit of history about myself, I'm bi and was sucking cock long before I could vote. However until that moment I'd never let any guy to cum in my mouth. I'm really not sure why all those years I never allowed guys to cum in my mouth. Maybe it was because on some level I thought that it smelled and would most likely taste disgusting but I guess the biggest things was probably accepting where it came from ... another guy's balls.
I got the ticket through a friend's boss. It seems he was planning to go without his wife, until she found out. My friend Kent was already booked into a ski bum bash at Vail, so I scooped up what turned out to be the experience of my life. Even the food tastes different to me now, somehow. But all that is jumping the gun a little bit. Let's slow down and take it all from the beginning.
Over the years I've visited many adult bookstores so I could enjoy the glory holes. Some were great, some were really horrid, but all satisfied my need for cock. For the most part, I would just give a blowjob or two and then leave, but on rare occasions I would get my cock sucked.
After a while the door to the next booth would open then close. Of course I would have my cock out stroking it. Looking at the hole and not knowing what a Glory Hole was at that time I would see a finger come through the hole and tap on the bottom of it.
To this day I don't know why I did but I followed him. Wordlessly Calvin led me down two decks and down a long hallway. As we walked I size him up. He was average looking...about five-foot seven to my six-foot three.
I agreed so we both got naked. Claude was in good shape for a guy in his 40s. His already hard cock was more like 8 inches than 7. It was dark semi thick and had pre cum leaking from the uncut head. Also unshaven, he had a natural clump of dark pubic hair.