The first time I sucked on another mans cock, I was fifteen years old and going through a difficult period in my life. I just didn't understand who or what I was sexually. Girls were and still are attractive to me, but males, especially older men, were and are a massive sexual pull too.
Taking the family dog out for a walk, I diverted through a park not too far from our home, knowing that sometimes men met there to have sex. Sure enough close to the toilet block, I saw one guy sucking on the cock of another. Walking past closely watching them and becoming erect myself, I came by the toilet block, and heard a guy asking me if I was looking for fun.
It was one of those times in your life that changes things forever. Tying up the dog, I entered the toilets with the guy and immediately followed him into a cubicle. There was much talking as he dropped his trousers and showed me he had no underwear on. His cock wasn't particularly long, but it was thick. Without any instruction, I dropped down, took hold of his cock and let him slide it over my tongue.
That first taste and feeling of it sliding over my tongue and deeper into my mouth sealed it for me. His cock tasted musky, yet also sweet. And it felt warm, soft and hard all at the same time. The guy held my head after a few initial strokes and began to fuck my mouth. And I soon learned I could take every inch of his cock down my throat. Not only did I find that I could deep throat the guy, I found I really wanted to. With each minute that passed, I became more and more confident and soon had him moaning loudly. Then without any warning he blew his load into my mouth. Not giving it any thought, but just reacting to his hot cum in my mouth, I swallowed the lot.
Quickly pulling up his trousers, he thanked me and was gone. I was left stood in the cubicle astounded by just how much I'd enjoyed sucking on his cock. With the door still unlocked but shut, I sat on the toilet seat and took out my own cock and began to masturbate. I was just about to cum, when the door opened and I saw another guy stood there. He was much taller than the first man and much more professional looking dressed in a suit.
Looking down at me stroking my cock, he said "Want to suck on something as you wank that". I didn't even say a word, I just nodded. Less than five minutes after swallowing my first ever cum load, I was sucking on another mans cock and his cock was much much longer. It kind of followed the pattern of the first man I'd sucked, only this guy didn't last long, only about two or three minutes before I felt him grip my hair and then felt his cock erupt into my mouth. Like the first guy, I let his hot cum slide down my throat as I swallowed his load too.
Just as quickly, he also vanished with a thank you. I finished off my wank and shot my cum all over the floor in the cubicle and left the toilets. That night at home I relived what I'd done over and over in my head and told myself, I'd enjoyed every second of it. However nothing like that happened for another couple of years. And the reason being, I found out what pussy tasted and felt like, after dating girl I'd fancied for ages.
The next time I had a gay experience, I met an older man whilst at a gym I'd begin to attend. Only through chatting to him over a three week period, did I eventually discover he'd once had a year long affair with a neighbour of his, a young male neighbour.
He told me his wife and he had stopped having sex, but he enjoyed sex and was seduced by a younger man. It seems every weekend when she went out to play golf, he had the young guy around and was fucking the shit out of him. Only after he'd relayed his gay experience, did I tell him about mine. Still it took another further six months and my eighteenth birthday, for us to finally have sex.
I'd had a particularly hard training session at the gym ,and was about to shower there, when he asked me if I wanted to shower at his place. Asking him about his wife, he told me she was away for a few days. Half an hour later I was stood in his shower, with his wonderfully thick long cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Once we'd both become incredibly turned on, and believe me I was after such a long time without cock, he asked me if I'd let him fuck me.
Lay on my stomach, on the bed he shared with his wife, after he'd covered my arsehole with lube, I felt his uncut bare cock slide up my arse. The pain was as many people have no doubt mentioned before, yet it wasn't so bad I didn't want him to carry on fucking me. And before long his strokes got longer and firmer and my arsehole and I began to enjoy the growing feelings shooting through my body.
That first sex session lasted an hour with him fucking me until he came hard up my arsehole. I did enjoy it, but there was something missing and that was me climaxing. My cock had become soft the more he fucked me, and it kind of detracted from my total sense of sexual fulfillment. However the more time I spent round at his home sucking and fucking, the more I relaxed and soon I was rock solid as he fucked me. Then the real beauty of being fucked and climaxing became apparent.
A month after our first fuck, I finished with my girlfriend and had a wonderful three year affair with a married man. unfortunately whilst we were fucking one Sunday afternoon, when she was supposed to be playing golf, she caught us with his cock pounding my arsehole. And that was that
Again it was a girl/woman who's charms and sexual drive that changed my sexual world. I kind of fell in love with her or moreover her appetite for dirty anywhere anytime sex. We literally fucked at anytime of the day and at some very unusual places, but our relationship was based purely on sex and it soon became apparent, sex with her wasn't fulfilling my other needs.
Life and time moved on, and I eventually met then married a beautiful woman I once worked with. And that amazing woman is still my wife today. We have a great life in every way, other than sexual. But that particular part of my life is now covered by a person that I used to know.
In total secret, I've re-met my old married gay lover. He and his wife are still married, but their marriage is sexless. It was the internet that reconnected us and we've been fucking again now for the past year. It's even better now than it was the first time, and our sex is far more intense and knowledgeable. Each wek we find time and a place, my home, a local hotel, or as in the summer just gone, outdoor places, some of which were stunning places to suck and fuck.
In an utopian ideal world, he and his wife would move in with us and they'd be great friends. Allowing us to have sex whenever we wanted, but I/we live in the real world, so we'll just carry on our affair in secret and enjoy one another when we can.