Growing up, there was a guy who lived alone across the street from my parents home. Because of my geeky looks back then and not getting any sex from girls, I agreed to visiting his place one afternoon when he asked me if I fuck guys. My hormones were on overdrive at the time and believe me I'd have fucked your gran, and my own if I'd had the chance. So once he'd sucked on my dick for some considerable time, he offered me his asshole to fuck.
It was a seminal moment for me, losing my virginity to a guy. I still didn't think of myself as gay, as I desperately wanted to fuck a girl. It's just that I didn't get the chance to. What I did know is I had a cock which was a lot larger than most guys around. At that age, I was sixteen, my cock measured nine and bit inches and it's fairly thick too. The neighbor who had me fuck him that day, couldn't wait for me to return as I'd fucked him to what he said was his best ever orgasm. I was screwing him as he lay on his back when he came and his cock literally exploded with semen flying everywhere. I was lost in my own little sexual world, actually fucking someone to care about his pleasure, but all the same, apparently I was a great fuck.
Most days after that first time, if I wasn't busy chasing girls, which I always seemed to be, I was round at his house fucking him. Only when he let a girl who he knew, who was nineteen at the time, know about my large cock, did I get my first piece of pussy. She wasn't the best looking girl, but she did have a stunning body and a beautiful tight pussy. With him watching, I fucked her on his couch and then watched him lick her out after I'd cum inside of her.
Pussy or asshole. It was pussy for some time after that. Not really dating, I'd meet up with the girl when we were free from school stuff and fuck at various places. She didn't want to go back to the guys house again, as she eventually told me he was her uncle. But I did continue to fuck him occasionally.
Eventually I got myself a serious girlfriend and I stopped going round to his house. But after a while I missed fucking a guys asshole and found myself involved with a guy at college for a couple of years. He was in total denial about his sexuality and banned me from telling anyone I was fucking him most weekends. He was on the football team and a complete opposite to my studious ways. His asshole took some awesome pounding over those two years, and I figured I'd always be bisexual and not to deny myself the pleasure of both sexes.
It's strange now thinking back, but my first ever time sucking cock, only took place after I'd gotten married. I was by then thirty one, and loving life as a married man. Yet there was something missing in my life and that was a guys way of fucking. Hard, emotionless and downright dirty sex. Don't get me wrong, I really enjoyed sex with my wife, but I needed that itch scratching and found a man who fulfilled my growing need for gay sex.
And he lives right next door.
Mick is a guy who knows what he likes, but takes life in a very casual way. At a barbecue he was having eighteen months after we'd moved in, Mick asked me if enjoyed the pleasure of a mans company. When I asked him what the hell he was talking about, trying to sound all married and straight in front of my wife, it was her who said "Your bisexual aren't you". I not joking here, I had absolutely no idea my wife knew about my sexual past. And I had no inkling they'd spoken about me prior to the barbecue. It turns out my wife not only knew the guy who I'd fucked at college, she'd dated him at the time. He'd told her during a drunken night out about us, and they'd split up (Not that I knew).
Long story very short, she wanted to meet the guy all the years later, when given the chance to, who'd fucked her boyfriend, but had kept it to herself once we'd become involved. (Women can be so sneaky).
Micks reaction to my wife's statement was to ask me if I liked older men. Looking at my wife who was smiling, and nodding, I could answer honestly. I told them both I did.
It was in Micks home I first tasted cock. My wife was at work and it was she who'd told me to satisfy my itch. We'd spoken for weeks about my male sexual urges and her easy approach to me fucking another man, possibly Mick. So it was no surprise really when THEY arranged for me to spend an afternoon with him. Having him suck on my dick as I took in his small cock into my mouth at the same time, brought back all the memories of the guys I'd fucked, and my love for my wife grew. Things quickly moved on from oral sex, to Mick wanting me to fuck him. With Mick on his back perched on the arm of his sofa, I entered my neighbors asshole for the first time and marveled at just how much I'd missed fucking a guy. That whole afternoon we fucked and I came inside him twice, having once orgasmed over his face the first time. On his couch, stood up as he leant against the wall, fucking him in various positions on his bed and finally fucking Mick in the shower, as we kissed for the first time. Leaving him sat on his sofa, I told Mick I'd see if my wife thought it to be a one off.
All these years later, I'm still fucking Mick a couple of times a week, and I'm still maried to most amazing beautiful wife out there.