Bi-Sexual Male / 49
I call myself a bi-sexual male because of how my sexual interest have changed over the years. All through my teens and young adulthood I saw my self strictly as a heterosexual male. I did have the occasional gay fantasy, but I simply thought it was normal for most guys and that they just never spoke of it.
I can pinpoint the two situations that triggered my interest in cock. The first was when I was 12. I had a paper route and one of my customers was a male shut in. To this day I don't know why because he certainly seemed normal health wise. Because he was a shut in I would have to knock on his door to hand him his paper. The first few times it was no big deal. Then he started opening the door in his robe. About two or three weeks later he was still answering in his robe, but he was leaving it open and he was always naked underneath. He must have noticed my shock the first time he did it. He had the biggest cock I had ever seen anywhere. I mean it was abnormally large. I thought maybe that's why he's a shut in. Maybe he's got some horrible condition that caused his dick to get that big. Hey what you want? I was only 12. Every month I would have to collect his bill. I would go inside and he would be sitting on his chair with his robe open and that huge cock staring right at me. He never made any attempt to cover up.
The next incident was with a buddy of mine. We were 15 maybe 16. He was telling me about his latest girlfriend and how she complained about his cock being so big it actually hurt her. I laughed out loud and said yeah right. That's when he pulled it out and asked if I thought it was big. Big? It was fucking huge. His was as big if not bigger than my paper route customer.
As time went on and I started having gay fantasies they always revolved around huge cocks. Every once in a while I would have a fantasy about my paper route customer. He would be sitting there in his chair with his robe open and his huge cock standing at attention. He would ask me to hand him his check book from the counter. Just as I went to give it to him he would grab his drink and ask me to put it on his side table. I would have to lean across his chair to set it down. As I brought my hand back I accidentally brushed it across the top of his cock. That's when he would look up at me and say, "Have you been wanting to feel that since you saw it? I saw the look on your face the first time you looked at it." With that he would guide my hand to his cock. He places my hand on his cock and tells me to stroke it. I stroke him for a few minutes and then get frightened and pull my hand back. He laughs and says, "You liked that didn't you?" I even had a few fantasies about my buddy.
I moved on, got married, had a couple of kids, but never got those images and fantasies of huge cock completely out of my mind. After several years of marriage my wife left me for another man. No boohooing on my part. Believe me the woman did me a huge favor. She was a nightmare to live with.
After being on my own again after so many years, I let myself freely fantasize about men and big dicks. I actually started buying gay magazines. Sneaking out in the middle of the night to visit the adult book stores was almost as exciting as masturbating to them. I finally convinced myself I had to suck cock for real just to see if I liked it as much as my fantasies said I did.
I started visiting the local gay spots. The first time a guy went home with me and I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth, I knew all my fantasies were right. I really liked it.
That was over twenty years ago. I am married again and live as a heterosexual man. When the opportunity presents itself I still secretly engage in gay activities. My second wife cheats on me to, but not for the same reasons as my first. I think. She has never wanted to leave me for another man. She did have a two year affair and when he tried to get her to leave me, she dumped him. I think she just likes the attention. The reason I am ok with her cheating, even though she thinks I don't know, is I understand the desire for cock. Who am I to deprive her?
I can pinpoint the two situations that triggered my interest in cock. The first was when I was 12. I had a paper route and one of my customers was a male shut in. To this day I don't know why because he certainly seemed normal health wise. Because he was a shut in I would have to knock on his door to hand him his paper. The first few times it was no big deal. Then he started opening the door in his robe. About two or three weeks later he was still answering in his robe, but he was leaving it open and he was always naked underneath. He must have noticed my shock the first time he did it. He had the biggest cock I had ever seen anywhere. I mean it was abnormally large. I thought maybe that's why he's a shut in. Maybe he's got some horrible condition that caused his dick to get that big. Hey what you want? I was only 12. Every month I would have to collect his bill. I would go inside and he would be sitting on his chair with his robe open and that huge cock staring right at me. He never made any attempt to cover up.
The next incident was with a buddy of mine. We were 15 maybe 16. He was telling me about his latest girlfriend and how she complained about his cock being so big it actually hurt her. I laughed out loud and said yeah right. That's when he pulled it out and asked if I thought it was big. Big? It was fucking huge. His was as big if not bigger than my paper route customer.
As time went on and I started having gay fantasies they always revolved around huge cocks. Every once in a while I would have a fantasy about my paper route customer. He would be sitting there in his chair with his robe open and his huge cock standing at attention. He would ask me to hand him his check book from the counter. Just as I went to give it to him he would grab his drink and ask me to put it on his side table. I would have to lean across his chair to set it down. As I brought my hand back I accidentally brushed it across the top of his cock. That's when he would look up at me and say, "Have you been wanting to feel that since you saw it? I saw the look on your face the first time you looked at it." With that he would guide my hand to his cock. He places my hand on his cock and tells me to stroke it. I stroke him for a few minutes and then get frightened and pull my hand back. He laughs and says, "You liked that didn't you?" I even had a few fantasies about my buddy.
I moved on, got married, had a couple of kids, but never got those images and fantasies of huge cock completely out of my mind. After several years of marriage my wife left me for another man. No boohooing on my part. Believe me the woman did me a huge favor. She was a nightmare to live with.
After being on my own again after so many years, I let myself freely fantasize about men and big dicks. I actually started buying gay magazines. Sneaking out in the middle of the night to visit the adult book stores was almost as exciting as masturbating to them. I finally convinced myself I had to suck cock for real just to see if I liked it as much as my fantasies said I did.
I started visiting the local gay spots. The first time a guy went home with me and I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth, I knew all my fantasies were right. I really liked it.
That was over twenty years ago. I am married again and live as a heterosexual man. When the opportunity presents itself I still secretly engage in gay activities. My second wife cheats on me to, but not for the same reasons as my first. I think. She has never wanted to leave me for another man. She did have a two year affair and when he tried to get her to leave me, she dumped him. I think she just likes the attention. The reason I am ok with her cheating, even though she thinks I don't know, is I understand the desire for cock. Who am I to deprive her?
