After being completely and unfailingly hetrosexual for all of my life, I started having sex with men two years ago. It started with swapping blow jobs mostly. The guys would blow me and I would reciprocate, sometimes I would get blown and that would be it, the guy would not want any payback. Hey, free blowjob, who am I to argue.

After a few encounters I found myself wondering what it would be like to experience everything and I found a willing guy who would let me fuck him. I had had anal sex with women before, my first wife loved it and demanded it at least twice a week for the 17 years we were married. But something about it being with a guy made it different and in some respects hotter.

I started to wonder what being on the recieving end would be like and on one occassion when I was set for nothing more than a swapping of blowjobs with a guy (a soldier from our local base) he asked if he could fuck me. I said only if I could do the same. He agreed. After a few false starts and aborted entries, he finally was able to push his ample dick into me. It was weird, it was painful and no fun at all. It was much more pleasureable when I did him.

Feeling that I had quelled my curiosity on the matter, I moved on. Doing as usual, swapping a bj here and there and fucking the ones that I could. I even found a couple of fuck buddies who I could get with on a regular basis.

One of my fuck buddies is a young college kid. He also considers himself a top so does not take anything up his ass. We had been seeing each other for a couple of months and he asked if he could fuck me. At first I refused. I am strictly a top, I said. But I was intrigued. It was not like the last time when I had not really known what it was going to be like. In the end, I decided to go with it. It turned out to be just as unpleasant at first as the time before, but toward the end, just before he came, for a few seconds, the pain subsided and it felt good. Just as I left loose my first moan of pleasure (I had been moaning in pain so the guy did not notice), he came. In the end I felt that it had not really been worth it and vowed that that would be it.

I held myself to it. Other times that we saw each other after that, he wanted to do it again and I refused. He finally stopped asking. Well yesterday I drop by his apartment just as he was going to jump into the shower. He asks me to join him. I think, why not. We get in the shower and we lather each other up, he goes down on me for a bit. Then I soap up his dick and as I lather it up it starts to grow into a full erection in my hand. It is all hard and slick. On impusle, I as him to put it in my ass.

I do not know if it was the hot shower relaxing me, or all the slick soap on his cock, but when he entered me, there was hardly any pain at all. Just a tinge or pinprick at the beginning and only for a few seconds. It immedeately felt like it had for the last few seconds last time. It was great. I feel him get harder inside me like he is going to cum and I moved away. "No, not yet," I said.

I put more soap on his cock, cleaned it up and then sucked it for a bit. I got out of the shower and went into the bedroom. I got on all fours on his bed and asked him to do it again. He entered me easily and when he was all the way in he started with a good rythum. Again he grew larger and he let me know he was going to cum. "Do it." I said. I felt his cock spew inside me. I felt a growing disappointment that it was going to be over and I wanted more.

"Don't stop. Don't pull it out. Give me more."

"I'm going to lose my hardon soon," he said.

"Well then pound me. Pound me hard until you do."

He started plowing into me hard with his softening dick, but after a minute I felt it growing hard inside me again. "Man, this is great," he said.

I implored for him to shut up and just hammer me even harder. Cumming once before made him last longer this time. I was bucking and pushing back against him with every stroke. He finally could bear it no longer and came again. He kept pounding me hoping that maybe he could will some hardness back into his cock and do it one more time but he couldn't. Finally his dick became completly flacid and limp and he slipped it out with a wet pop.

"What was that all about?" He asked.

"I don't know. I was just in the mood."

With out a single word further he took my dick in his mouth and sucked me to a huge load which he swallowed. Something he had never done before. In the shower as we cleaned up, I sucked his cock for a bit trying to coax one more hardon out of it but it was not happening. I did not tell him, but I wanted to be fucked some more.

Something happened. I have never been the submissive type. I prefer the top. The first two times, I really did not care for it. It was something to do. But after yesterday, I feel like I won't be able to pass it up. Not the direction I wanted to take. I already thought about calling him for another session today. Maybe I'll just surprise one of my other booty calls.

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by Anonymous on May 22, 2009 at 10:14 AM

I was sort of the opposite - my first couple of sexually-active years were all gay sex, then I was bi for a couple more years, after that almost exclusively straight. (Almost, because every now and again I get a yen for the cock. Fortunately, my wife doesn't mind watching.)

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