Bi-Sexual Male / 36
Unexpectedly Broadened Horizons
It started as a kinky lark when I was 22. I'd always been straight and I had zero sexual attraction to men. Honestly. Back then, I couldn't even imagine how a woman or a gay man could see a penis as sexy. To me, they all just looked goofy (when soft) or gross (when hard). As for the male physique, I admired and envied beefy muscles (me having a slender, more feminine figure), but they never made me feel anything sexual.
Then one empty evening when I was 22 and horny, I couldn't shake a naughty idea. I went down to the laundry room, made sure no one was around, and reached behind one of the driers. Earlier that day, I'd noticed that some girl had dropped her super hot, red, lacy panties back there. I could have put them on the shelf where she'd find them, but selfishly, I'd left it where they were. Now I was following through. I picked them up, stuffed them in my pocket, and went back to my apartment.
I got so turned on slipping them up my legs and over my dick, but I was terrified too. I was physically shaking. My dick didn't stay inside the panties for long; once it was hard, it stuck way up out of the top. Still, I pulled up my pants and walked around the building, and then the neighborhood, with my privates secretly adorned like a lovely pussy. After a while, my erection subsided and I rolled my softie into the panties, my precum soaking through their scant fabric.
I repeated my escapade half a dozen times over the next few months, but in the end I lost interest and returned the panties to the laundry room. Cross-dressing wasn't quite for me, thrilling as it had been. No, cross-dressing wasn't the kinky lark I was referring to in my first sentence. But it was a stepping stone. The kinky lark was worse: gay masturbation. By that I mean stroking myself to orgasm while looking at naked men and imagining us fucking.
I wasn't kidding, though, when I said that men didn't turn me on. Nonetheless, some time after the panty episode(s), I found myself suddenly and strangely aroused by the ridiculous thought of somehow being turned gay. I got ahold of some erotic stories about that happening to straight guys like me (usually by hypnosis or curses), and I jerked off to them furiously. Everyone knew you were born straight or gay and that was that, so this silly masochistic fantasy seemed harmless enough.
I told myself the same thing after I'd role played the fantasy by forcing myself to cum to gay porn, especially after the third time, which was when I first managed to reach orgasm without cheating and thinking of a woman. Sure, I was climaxing while ogling and having graphic sexual fantasies about naked men, but because I wasn't gay before, I couldn't be gay now. And even if I was maybe actually a little bit gay, or somehow turning that way, well that would be absolutely mortifying but also incredibly fucking hot.
Years went by, and my choice to go gay rather than straight for masturbation went from rare to common to typical. Along the way, I realized that I was changing. It seemed like every gay orgasm left me (a) ashamed and (b) more desirous of cock and muscle. I noticed that I no longer found penises silly or gross. When soft, they could be beautiful, and when hard, magnificent. And it was pointless to deny the shameless declarations of my own dick, which now shot up at warp speed if I let my eyes and my thoughts linger on the tempting sights in the locker room showers.
Yeah, I knew what was happening to me, and I kept choosing to go further. I was embarrassed, ashamed, but just too damn aroused by the whole thing.
I'm not really gay, not in a romantic sense. I still love women, and they still turn me on. It's just that male bodies turn me on more, most days of the year. I think of myself as straight, which you'll probably laugh at, and probably ought to, seeing as I pick dicks over chicks 95% of the time.
Of course I've tried getting away from my gay proclivities, letting them fade, and sometimes they do. But at some point I see a gorgeous guy with a gorgeous dick, and the fact remains that I now think he's lovely and I want to spill my seed for him instead of Gal Godot. I've even started enjoying a butt plug I picked up, and a few items of sexy lingerie (the red thong is my favorite). I can feel that I've got a bit of a sissy in me. I still find it hard to admit, but there are days when I'd absolutely love to have the right guy take me to bed, let me lick his pecs and suck his cock for a while, and then cum in my ass.
Then one empty evening when I was 22 and horny, I couldn't shake a naughty idea. I went down to the laundry room, made sure no one was around, and reached behind one of the driers. Earlier that day, I'd noticed that some girl had dropped her super hot, red, lacy panties back there. I could have put them on the shelf where she'd find them, but selfishly, I'd left it where they were. Now I was following through. I picked them up, stuffed them in my pocket, and went back to my apartment.
I got so turned on slipping them up my legs and over my dick, but I was terrified too. I was physically shaking. My dick didn't stay inside the panties for long; once it was hard, it stuck way up out of the top. Still, I pulled up my pants and walked around the building, and then the neighborhood, with my privates secretly adorned like a lovely pussy. After a while, my erection subsided and I rolled my softie into the panties, my precum soaking through their scant fabric.
I repeated my escapade half a dozen times over the next few months, but in the end I lost interest and returned the panties to the laundry room. Cross-dressing wasn't quite for me, thrilling as it had been. No, cross-dressing wasn't the kinky lark I was referring to in my first sentence. But it was a stepping stone. The kinky lark was worse: gay masturbation. By that I mean stroking myself to orgasm while looking at naked men and imagining us fucking.
I wasn't kidding, though, when I said that men didn't turn me on. Nonetheless, some time after the panty episode(s), I found myself suddenly and strangely aroused by the ridiculous thought of somehow being turned gay. I got ahold of some erotic stories about that happening to straight guys like me (usually by hypnosis or curses), and I jerked off to them furiously. Everyone knew you were born straight or gay and that was that, so this silly masochistic fantasy seemed harmless enough.
I told myself the same thing after I'd role played the fantasy by forcing myself to cum to gay porn, especially after the third time, which was when I first managed to reach orgasm without cheating and thinking of a woman. Sure, I was climaxing while ogling and having graphic sexual fantasies about naked men, but because I wasn't gay before, I couldn't be gay now. And even if I was maybe actually a little bit gay, or somehow turning that way, well that would be absolutely mortifying but also incredibly fucking hot.
Years went by, and my choice to go gay rather than straight for masturbation went from rare to common to typical. Along the way, I realized that I was changing. It seemed like every gay orgasm left me (a) ashamed and (b) more desirous of cock and muscle. I noticed that I no longer found penises silly or gross. When soft, they could be beautiful, and when hard, magnificent. And it was pointless to deny the shameless declarations of my own dick, which now shot up at warp speed if I let my eyes and my thoughts linger on the tempting sights in the locker room showers.
Yeah, I knew what was happening to me, and I kept choosing to go further. I was embarrassed, ashamed, but just too damn aroused by the whole thing.
I'm not really gay, not in a romantic sense. I still love women, and they still turn me on. It's just that male bodies turn me on more, most days of the year. I think of myself as straight, which you'll probably laugh at, and probably ought to, seeing as I pick dicks over chicks 95% of the time.
Of course I've tried getting away from my gay proclivities, letting them fade, and sometimes they do. But at some point I see a gorgeous guy with a gorgeous dick, and the fact remains that I now think he's lovely and I want to spill my seed for him instead of Gal Godot. I've even started enjoying a butt plug I picked up, and a few items of sexy lingerie (the red thong is my favorite). I can feel that I've got a bit of a sissy in me. I still find it hard to admit, but there are days when I'd absolutely love to have the right guy take me to bed, let me lick his pecs and suck his cock for a while, and then cum in my ass.
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