Bisexual Stories

I was sitting home like so many other evenings and was feeling more restless than usual. Sure, there were plenty of things that I could be doing, but what I really wanted to do, I could not admit to anybody. What I really was in need of was my first man on man sexual encounter. I have thought about it for years but have not been able to get the guts to do anything about it. As remarkable as it sounds, there was then knock on the door and when I opened it, the most ruggedly handsome man I have ever seen was there in front of me. The attraction was so strong and immediate that I could barely speak. He explained that he and his wife had a flat tire just down from the house and their cell phone was dead. He wanted to use the phone. I invited him in and let him use the phone.

When he was walking, I noticed that this guy was an absolute adonis. You don’t see that too often. His butt was so curved that his shorts in the front wrapped around his package in a way that withheld no secrets. After he used the phone, we were back at the front door and I guess the attraction was mutual, because he said that he would like to repay me for my kindness and handed me his business card and told me to call or email him.

After a day or two, I just could not get this guy out of my head and thought that I would drop him an email and see where it went. He replied and said that if I would be willing to meet him for a drink, he would buy. I said great and off I went. When I got there, he was in his business suit and was already on his 2nd drink. I had an instant rapport with this guy and we started talking like we had known each other for years. As conversations do with men, talk turned to sexual conquests. I don’t know why I was so comfortable with this guy, but out of nowhere I mentioned that I had always had a fantasy of having oral sex with a man. I was fully prepared for him to pull away at that point but was pleasantly surprised when he sat back in his chair and ran his hand through his hair. The next words out of his mouth were, “I feel the same way but have been unwilling to give into it”. I was floored. I was actually rewarded for putting myself out there.

Our conversation became even more familiar at that point when it was decided that we head back to my place for a nightcap. When we got there, my heart was jumping out of my chest. I made a couple of drinks and sat down next to him on the couch. I really needed him to be the aggressor in this and again was not disappointed when he moved his hand over to my thigh. I have never been touched by a man in a sexual way but his monster hands felt so soothing to me. It was my turn. I moved my hand over and gently placed it on his crotch and was surprised to find him in full erection. I moved my hand to the zipper and lowered that. I reached in and found the treasure and it was that and then some. A perfect specimen. Perfectly shaped and about 7 inches long. It felt so natural in my hand. I fumbled around with getting his pants completely off and in no time, I am staring at this guys pride and joy. At that point, out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of his gold wedding band on his left hand. I begin to doubt what we are doing, but it was moving so fast, it had to be right!

I leaned over and gently lowered my mouth onto this guys cock and was amazed at how it felt and tasted. It was so soft and velvety but was as hard as a rock. This was my first experience with this but felt that I had practiced it in my head enough to where I think what I was doing was correct, by the sound coming out of him, I was right. I stuck my tongue out a little bit and moved my way down his cock. I was able to take the whole thing in until my lower lip met his low hanging balls. This was out of this world. I moved my left hand up onto his stomach and further up to his chest. This guy had not a bit of fat on him and was muscled up perfectly. In about 2 minutes time, his moaning became louder and I felt his penis expand in my mouth even further. I felt his trunk-like thighs flex and that is when I felt the first jet in my throat. Followed by a second, then a third. I lost count. I managed to take most of it down. When I came up for air, the look on this guys face was priceless. His hair was messed up and his head was off to the side. This guy was spent! One of the best parts of the evening is what happened next. He looked at me and said that this experience was one that he has fantasized about since he was a boy. I was happy enough to be a part of his dream and was not concerned about my own satisfaction at this point.

We sat there for another hour or so and talked and we filled each other in on our lives and were starting a real friendship. I really liked this guy and he really seemed to like me. He said that he needed to get home to the wife but was concerned that I had not had my turn. I explained that while I appreciated his concern, I was really looking for a friend to get together with occasionally. His face lit up. “Friends with benefits”, he said. I agreed. When he got ready to go and we were walking to the door, he turned around and gave me this big bear hug and I knew that this guy was going to be my friend for a long time. He then whispered in my ear “next time it is all about you.” I could not have been happier.