I'd always hidden my curiosity for gay sex. Never having actually had any form of sexual contact with guys, I only fantasised about what it would be like to have a guy thrusting his cock inside my mouth, or having him fuck my tight arsehole.
My job includes delivering replacement products to our customers. Some are happy to see me, other are annoyed they'd had to have replacement items. One such guy called Paul, an older man, was the latter of the two at first. He shouted at me for being as he said, late. Then the replacement part wasn't the correct one so he shouted at me, the messenger if you like, for getting that wrong. After another complete mess up with another product, not associated with our company, I visited his home again.
He couldn't have been more different. He apologised for shouting at me previously and asked me if I'd like to come in as he'd just put the kettle on. I was genuinely about to say no, when I saw the massive bulge in the front of the bath robe he was wearing. With only one more item to deliver after my lunch, I said "yes".
Paul was so hyped up, he almost couldn't control himself as he busied himself around the kitchen making the tea. He passed me my drink as I sat at his breakfast bar, then Paul asked me if I was gay. I told him with surprise on my face, I had a long term girlfriend, but he then went on to say "Yes, you probably have, but I've just seen you looking at my cock bulge, so do you have sex with men or not".
It was seminal moment for me. Like I've mentioned, I'd always been curious, and being in a guys home with him having what looked like a large hard on, I had a choice to make. I made it, hence why I'm here confessing.
I told Paul what I've just put down here. Taking my drink and putting it down, Paul stepped upto me, held my hand and told me he'd popped a blue pill that morning, hoping it would be me who delivered the item. That explained the bulge I suppose. Moving the bathroobe to one side, he put my hand onto his straining cock inside the robe and had me start to stroke him. His cock was the first other than my own to be wanked by me, but it just came natuarlly for me, as I held onto his hard thick cock when he let go of mine. At the same time Paul leant towards me and we kissed.
His goatee beard tickled my face as our tongues explored each others mouths and I soon found myself becoming erect. Paul lifted me off the breakfast bar stool I was sat on, moved us over to a small cushioned seat and had me sit on it.
Untying his robe, he let it fall to the floor and I saw just how big his cock was for the first time. Mine is around six inches when fully erct, Pauls was at least three inches longer and far thicker than mine. I didn't need asking, I did something I'd always sexually wanted to do, I put a guys cock into my mouth and began to suck on it, as I like mine being sucked.
It was so "normal" for me. It seemed I'd always been sucking on mens cocks, as his dick slowly slid down my throat. My girlfriend couldn't deep throat, but it came totally naturally for me and I sensed paul was surprised. Non the less, it didn't stop him from starting to fuck my mouth and throat and before long I heard him begin to pant and moan loudly. He gripped my face hard telling me he wanted to cum down my throat. I could hardly say no as I had his thick hard cock fucking my mouth, so I just made a sound of approval. Moments later he came filling my mouth and making me swallow. His cum didn't taste as I thought it would, salty and a bit acidic. It actually tasted quite sweet and I couldn't help myself as I swallowed the lot, telling him I wanted more.
paul had me undress slowly for him. We'd moved to his front room and onto the setee. It was my turn to lay there and have a man suck me off. And what a blow job. I've been sucked off by more than twenty different girls and then women since I lost my virginity at the age of fifteen. But no one and I do mean no one, has sucked my cock as good as Paul did that day. Every inch of my dick was kissed, licked, sucked and gently bitten. His tongued worked it's way all over my cock, tracing every single vein and then over my mushroom shaped cock head. Then just as I tiold him I wanted to cum, he stopped, and told me he wanted to fuck me. I was so sexually charged, I just said "Oh fuck yeah".
I was turned over and I heard him pulling a condom over his cock. Then I felt a cold slippery substance being smeared all over my arsehole. The cold feeling was replaced by a burning sensation as his cock slowly entered my arse. Nothing could have prepared me for the intial pain, but I was too fucking horny to stop him, and I really really wanted to fucked at that point. Paul took his time knowing from my moans and my screwed up face, I was feeling pain. He also knew because I'd told him, he was taking my anal cherry.
With each slow gentle thrust into my arsehole, my rear began to accept his cock a little easier. Then as if the dam walls had broken, my arsehole gave and I began to feel unbelievable pleasure up my arse. The feeling was so strong it felt as if I was cumming up my rear hole. The moans of pain were soon replaced by moans of pleasure and Paul being an experienced gay lover, knew that was his que to begin to fuck me for real.
We didn't swap positions until Paul was pounding my arse like I'd always been fucked. And when we did, he had me lay on my back so I could watch him fucking me. He took hold of my throbbing erection as he slid his cock into again and this time I shivered with joy as he began to fuck me in a fast rhythmic way. His cock nearly plunging out of my arse each time he fucked me in long quick strokes. The feeling had built in my arse so much I told him I thought I was about to cum. I say thought because I'd never ever felt the sensations I was having and I didn't fully understand then how my arsehole could make me cum, but when I did, I came so hard and so much, my cum spurted into Pauls face and onto his chest.
Seconds later, Pauls face screwed up as his orgasm shot through him and he came flooding the condom deep inside my arsehole. Both sexually knackered, with pauls erection finally becoming soft, we lay together on the setee naked and kissed.
He told me as he had me stroke his cock back to life, he knew from our first meeting I was at least curious about men, if not having already had sex with some. How he knew then I didn't know, I do now. It seems easy for me now to spot guys who have least wanted to have had sex with another guy.
Eight months on and I've continued to visit Paul. He;s just as horny now as he was eight months ago. We don't have a "relationship" as such as we get together and fuck when we can. For a fifty two year old man, he puts other younger men to shame, even if he does have to occasinally use those little blue pills. My girlfriend and I are now engaged and I don't see myself as a gay man (bisexual definitely), just someone who now knows the best of both worlds can be right for some people. People like me.
