I began going to an adult sex shop near to my place of work in my lunch hour merely to look at the magazine and DVD covers of the gay material, because despite being a married man with family I've always had a fascination with cocks. I've been suppressing these thoughts all my life, and with the exception of a few incidents with other males when I was young I've made a pretty good job of staying straight.

After several visits I asked about the back room where I'd seen men coming and going. The counter guy who seemed cheerful and effeminate explained it was a cruise area. Knowing I was curious he made it plain what was happening back there.

I went back the next day, this time determined to go see for myself. The area inside the door was a small theatre showing porn movies. But at the rear, in dim light was where the action was. A few booths with vinyl mattresses, and cubicles with holes in the wall.

Either you went to the upper level, exposed yourself and let your cock protrude through the hole, or you chose the lower level where the hole was at face level and a hard cock might appear.

Now began my cock sucking life. It was so easily done I was mystified as to why I'd waited so long.

Some weeks I would avoid the place, some weeks I would go only once, maybe in my lunch hour or maybe after work, and some weeks when the urge overtook me I would go two or three times. Sometimes I wasn't tempted and left without doing anything, but the place was near Chinatown and quite often there would be a sprinkling of young south east asian men and I lusted for their bodies.

There was one who bustled in on his lunch break,slim, tall, twenty something, often on his phone, his lunch in a bag. He never took the lower level, always the upper. He was the first man I sucked all the way. I knew he always took the first cubicle so I was ready for him. He dropped his pants, opened up his blue shirt, and proffered his cock. His skin was chinese smooth and white and his cock was a beautiful fit for my mouth. I heard him chatting in his own language to someone, heard him take mouthfuls of food. I sucked him and he thrust his hips forward. I liked his style. Lunch on the run, catching up on his calls and a blow job, all at the same time.

I took a sweet mouthful of his warm cum and swallowed and felt a deep surge of satisfaction.

Then a slightly chubby student in glasses became a regular. I learnt later he was cambodian. He never went up the steps, hung around the small rooms that had the low beds. I approached him and said softly I wanted to suck him. He ran his hand down the front of my trousers and discovered I was hard. He went into a private room, small, containing only a bed,and dim lit. I followed and bolted the door shut. We never spoke and he immediately started to undress me. I had a fear of theft so left all valuables at the office. So getting out of my clothes, a new experience , didn't trouble me, and he did the same.

Being naked with him, holding his body close to me, feeling his hot erection against me, kissing him and fondling his ass were all highly electrifying experiences. We did foreplay before I entered him. He lay on his stomach and I wore a condom. My only thought was that I was born to do this. So high was this beautiful feeling I had trouble making it last.

We have had sex six times now. After the first two times we decided bareback would be okay. The first time I entered him with no rubber between us, he lay on his back and I looked into his face and kissed him. The pleasure filled every part of me. Every deep thrust was bliss, every touch , every kiss so sweet, his hard cock on my skin , I knew this was the most wonderful moment of my life. My orgasm came from deep down, made me shudder, made me oblivious to everything but pure pleasure .

I am gay. And I have to say some thing, but what. I don't know.