I have recently divorced after 30 years of marriage. For the last 18 years I have lived both a lie and a double life. I can imagine the reaction to this story by a lot of readers..."yeah bullshit, big cock dreamer".
I have a very big cock. I mean a VERY big cock. When I was 15 or so, at boarding school I was teased by guys with average cocks. I was a sort of freak back then. When I left school I enjoyed some space with only a few people being aware of my "asset". Then I joined a life saving team and wore speedos. It wasn't long before I was targeted again and so I left the team and became something of a recluse. At the age of 20 I met a really great girl through a family friend. She was gorgeous. We had a few movie and coffee dates and then got to the "next" stage. The first time she became aware of my cock she freaked...and then became obsessed by it. I coped with that for a bit and then had to break off. She wanted to fuck every time we were alone, which may sound great but became a total nightmare. So again I became a recluse. Masturbation and self sucking became my only sexual activity again. Eventually I started to date again as I became more in tune with my body and actually started to become proud of it. By the time I was 24 I had become something of a show pony. I wore tight pants, and brief swimwear. I loved the attention. I was fucking a different girl pretty much every day. Then, as you do, I met the right girl. And I married her. I was 26. Everything was great. She loved ME, and yes she loved my body and cock, but more over she loved ME. All was just fine until I reached 38. We had lived pretty average lives...but we were unable to have children, so started to become pretty selfish, and apart from sex started to drift into separate streams. It was then that I had my first sexual experience with a guy. As in a proper experience. I had jacked with guys, but never sucked or fucked a guy. I was away at a conference. I had been to heaps over the years and had never strayed. On this occasion I was in the resort gym and had had a great work out. When I went through to the male spa of the resort, I undressed and took a shower. I was nude, of course, in the main open shower, when a really exceptionally good looking guy, with an equally exceptional body came into the area. He had a truly wonderful body and a cock nearly as big as mine. He stood nude next to me and started to shower. For the first time in my life I became totally aroused by the sight of a nude awesome looking guy. My cock just sprung to life, out of all control. I am 11 inches hard and 8 soft. My shower mate looked all of 6 or 7 soft when he came into the showers. As I boned I took my towel and left the showers, but not before he had seem me. I headed to the sauna and sat with my towel covering my shaft. He joined me. We were alone. He was nude and totally exposed to me. And, fully erect. He stood in front of me smiling. I stood, let my towel drop and we kissed. Just like that. It just seemed so right. Such the natural thing to do. I felt his cock press hard against me. My own cock against him. He slid down and took my cock into his mouth. I pulled his head into me, playing with his long hair as I face fucked him. We made out, without a word, for about 30 minutes, caressing, sucking and kissing. The he said he wanted me, really wanted me and gave me his room number. We spent the next two days in his room. He initiated me in all aspects of man to man sex. That was 18 years ago. I have since loved many men, and fucked with a great deal more. Many random one off sexploits, and many quite long affairs. I have lived a lie, and a double life. Unable to break the marriage tie, knowing I was a cheat. I continued to fuck my wife, most days, and sometimes twice a day, but my total passion was for men. I am now divorced after an extraordinary turn of events. Our selfish lifestyle which had developed as a result of not having a family had not only impacted on my sexuality. My wife, 5 years my junior, had started a lesbian affair about 5 years after we had married. For our entire marriage after that she and her lover had maintained their relationship. I found them in bed, nude, with an 11 inch rubber cock in my wife's vagina. Amongst the chaos that followed, I fucked them both, first their vaginas and then their asses. They thought I was enjoying it. In fact I was taking out years of built up emotion. I left them fucked and spent. I have not spoken to my former wife since and have come to terms with the joy of being openly gay and out.