Hi My Story
Posted Mon Apr 15, 2013 12:49 PM
Just joined this site thought i'd post something i wrote a few months ago about my bi experience and why i am looking for more tell me your thoughts good or bad i can take it:unsure:
My Experience My story
Debated for a while about writing down my experiences, I’m not a very good writer just scraped a o-level in english so it’s not the most erotic tale.. and sorry if it’s long winded boring story but here goes and although it might sound fantasy in some parts I promise it’s all true..
I met Phil many many years ago we became very good friends we didn’t attend the same schools but spent all our time outside of school together. The first experience I remember involving anything adult themed was about 4 years later when I discovered a porn magazine at my house my dad had obviously hidden badly, we looked through it with nervous silence in fact whenever we were in the house one of us would be looking through but we never said anything to each other.
We started to spend a lot of time staying at each other’s house and we ‘topped and tailed’ in bed we were teens so hormones were starting to take effect and looking back I think I permanently had a ‘boner’ but when we slept in the same bed together I was rock hard I used to accidentally rub my arse cheek up to him and the feeling I got was incredible so turned on it would keep me awake most of the night this kept happening for months and we used to stay at each other’s house 2 or 3 times a week but again nothing was ever said I will never forget the feeling of frustration with this my throat was dry every time we got in bed I couldn’t wait but also wanted to be open about it and I for some reason just couldn’t speak or ask if he felt the same way.
One day at his house I just made my mind up that the next time we stopped over I was saying something, that very night we were camping in the back garden of his house we had a porn mag we were looking through and I just came out with it I told him I was always hard when we slept together do you feel the same? His reply straight away without hesitation was yes and the shy quiet lad who never mentioned anything about sex said I want to suck your cock. It was a freezing cold night we were both in sleeping bags Phil climbed into my sleeping bag and immediately starting stroking my cock I was so hard but so nervous it was the first time anybody had touched me he started to kiss my body and very quickly made is way down to my cock I will never forget the first time is mouth touched my cock months of frustration and excitement seemed to disappear I just relaxed and he spent about 15 minutes working on my cock before I couldn’t stop myself and filled his mouth with my load. He climbed out of my sleeping bag and we fell asleep. The following day we got up but didn’t speak about what happened I spent the next 2 days wondering if I made a huge mistake I loved every minute of what happened but wasn’t sure whether our awkward silences would be too much.
The following weekend Phil was staying at mine we were fine but we hadn’t spoke about what had happened we spent the night watching TV in my bedroom I went out to get drinks when I came back he had unzipped his trousers and was stroking his cock I sat beside him took my jeans off and started stroking my cock I so wanted to get my mouth around his rock hard cock but couldn’t bring myself to do it he went down on me again and got another load just like the week before, this started to become a regular theme for a number of weeks until one night despite going out of the room several times lol nothing happened. So I just decided to start unzipping him and start playing with his soft cock it was the first time I had touched another cock I ran my tongue up and down the underside of his cock and sucked on his balls, before finally sucking his cock I kept down on him until he came it was amazing. I still get aroused remembering how he let me do it
Over the next few years we met on a regular basis doing the same thing every time wanking and sucking each other and had my first my outdoor experiences with him, without any doubt my top 20 blowjobs ever have all come from him. By the time we reached our mid twenties we were both in relationships and both with kids meeting became harder to achieve and finding places to have our fun a lot more difficult we spent many night s parked in secluded areas or giving each other quick blow jobs when our partners went to bed, one meeting we decided to go to a sauna a eye opening experience and it became our most intimate meeting ever. We had watched several men sucking and fucking and gay porn in every room so by the time we got a booth of our own we were incredibly horny it was the first time we kissed and it was as passionate as I have ever kissed a woman and it was the first time I fucked him the feeling of emptying my load inside him was amazing he came whilst I was fucking him, we were both exhausted by the whole experience but hooked as well we met several times in the saunas afterwards and I loved every visit.
About 4 years ago Phil ran into some family troubles and decided to move away for a fresh start the only thing keeping him in the area was our meets but the pressures of family life meant they had to move away. I haven’t seen or sadly spoken to him since. I do desperately miss our meetings although they weren’t as regular in recent years but hope the opportunity to meet again comes at some stage.
That’s my story, now why did I write it? I hope people enjoy the read but I did this for me I consider myself straight openly and secretly bi?? Stupid, wrong, yes probably but even going back to the early meetings with Phil we didn’t really discuss what we did we just did it. It was only in later years we were very open about our ‘friendship’, we were never lovers we just enjoyed the passion and sex with each other but we were best friends, both of us with girlfriends and then wife’s. Now to answer the next question and answer I will happily say I don’t understand the answer but I never felt any guilt about our meetings when we were in other relationships looking at it from a outsiders view it was wrong we shouldn’t have done it but to me and Phil it was just part of our friendship i still to this day don’t regret that. This bit is the hardest part of this to write because I really can’t explain it. It’s an easy option to keep my male to male encounters secret I know but I don’t naturally feel attracted to men but I do love watching gay and bi porn and have a fascination for cock to the point I do want to experience another male encounter as soon as possible!!! But I haven’t yet and don’t think I will in the future be open about my male relationships it’s a secret I like to keep for now.
Please let me know your thoughts i spent a week writing this
Posted Tue Apr 16, 2013 05:44 AM
Posted Fri Apr 26, 2013 03:55 PM
Are you and he alright with keeping it from them?
Posted Thu May 16, 2013 07:58 AM
The easy answer to the question is yes. But i would never have dreamed of being unfaithful with another woman or wouldnt respond to well if she was with someone else. Weird and double standards i know and accept that but i consider our fun we have together has an extension of our friendship and if i was to meet another bi friend would probably feel the same
Posted Thu May 16, 2013 09:35 AM
I've known of my bisexuality for a very long time. Let's just say - keeping everything within the rules - that it was well before I turned 18. As I get older, I begin to wonder if I'm just purely gay... I can perform with women and I enjoy looking at women, but sex with women is nowhere near as fun, exciting, fulfilling, or comforting as sex with men for me.
I had some gay experiences when I was out of high school and into college, but when I got married, I left it all behind. I was faithful for 25 years, but as the years went by, I found myself remembering my gay past fondly, and I began wanting and needing cock more and more. I was torn - how could I find discreet NSA gay sex, and would that fulfill me? On one hand, I wanted dick, and was determined to find a way to get it, but on the other hand, somehow I knew I wanted more. I had never been in love with a man before, and honestly, I wasn't sure if it would be possible for me to fall in love with a man. But I knew I wanted to find a man who would be my lover, but also would be my friend, a man who I could "be gay" with, if that makes any sense.
So I decided I couldn't live any longer without a man, and the emotional and sexual bond two gay men can have. I was comfortable with being with my wife, because she has known of my bisexuality for a long time, and thinks it's "cute." However, I WASN'T going to tell her if I actually found a lover. I love her dearly, and will never leave her, but this is something I needed, something she couldn't give me. Am I rationalizing? Perhaps. We had tried strap-ons in the past - she never really was into it, and a woman wearing a strap-on, no offense intended to you ladies, is an abysmal substitute for a real man and a real dick if you're a gay man like me.
I had a profile on a gay site, and from time to time tossed out a hello here and there to some of the men there, but nothing ever came of it. One day, I saw another man's profile, the picture looked really good, and on a lark, I sent him a message. We exchanged messages for a day or two, then emails, then arranged to meet for lunch. I had tried to meet a very few other men like this, and it had never worked out - I was scared, I felt guilt, I somehow talked myself into thinking how badly it could go wrong... This time was no different, in the beginning - even as I walked across the parking lot, my brain was busy thinking of ways to tell him I couldn't do this.
We met for lunch, and all my anxieties began to melt away. He was married with kids, like me. He was absolutely committed to his wife and family, like me. He was professional and very successful, like me. He was male-model handsome, like... Well, like I'd like to be, and like he thinks I am! Most of our first conversation revolved around our families, our interests, recent vacations we'd taken, our jobs. We were completely at ease with each other. After lunch, we walked around the shopping center, just talking, and that's when the talk got around to sex. He was very honest with me, and I was very honest with him. He told me, apologetically, that he was a pure top, and that he HATES, and wouldn't submit, to anal penetration. I told him that was absolutely fine with me, as I am a pure bottom, and have no need emotionally or sexually to penetrate another man. We spoke of kissing, and how important kissing is to both of us, and more.
We arranged to meet again two weeks later, at his house. He had a business trip in the interim which delayed our getting together sooner, but we spoke on the phone every day of those two weeks. Again, as I drove to his house on the day we were to meet, my mind was still trying to find a way out. I had told him of my shyness, my reluctance, to "be gay" again, and of my past attempts that ended in failure. He said that wouldn't be a problem, as he is an aggressive, assertive, masculine, alpha-male who wouldn't give me a chance to be shy!
We got to his home, and he led me upstairs to his bedroom. He began peeling off my clothes quickly, and before I knew it or could say no, I was there in my bikini brief as he took off his own clothes. His jeans dropped to the floor, and surprise! No underwear! What a turn-on! And then, there was that COCK! Hard, handsome, huge, eight inches, veiny, and a full two inches thick! All my remaining inhibitions and apprehensions melted away, and I couldn't keep my hands off him! His dick was in my mouth almost immediately, and all my fond memories of my gay experiences in my past were instantly validated - I am gay! That day, we sucked each other off, and enjoyed being naked together for an all-too-fleeting half-hour.
We met a few more times, and about three weeks after the first meeting, he rolled on a condom and fucked me in the ass. It was a struggle getting his cock up my incredibly tight and far too infrequently used hole, but once he was inside me, fucking me, I was in heaven!
For a while...
After he fucked me, I had a severe guilt attack. I wrote him an email, trying to say goodbye, that I couldn't do this. I already had pictured in my mind what his response was going to be, that I was a poser, that I wasted his time, that I really wasn't gay at all, etc., just as some of my other attempts had ended. Sometimes, people can be so judgmental.
The email I got, though, was entirely unexpected. He was kind, loving, gentle, filled with empathy, explaining that he had been where I was now, he tried to deny being gay, tried to live without a man, had tried to be faithful in all ways to his wife, and, in the end, simply couldn't be who he wasn't. He told me in that email that I was gay, that he knew I was gay, and that I would try, and fail, just as he had, until I finally embraced who and what I am, accepted it, and became comfortable with it. He closed by saying, "Nick, you are a gay man, and I'm not willing to let you live the rest of your life lonely and unfulfilled. I'm here, and I'm going to fight to keep you, and to be your lover."
I fell in love with him as I was reading that email.
We have been lovers for over three years now. Yes, our wives and families still, and always will, come first. But we are best friends, confidants, lovers, and in love with each other as much as any two people can be. We are devoted as gay lovers to only each other, and very soon after that first fuck, we both got fully tested. We are both clean and absolutely trusting, and we haven't used condoms since the evening we shared our test results.
He knows, and I know he knows, that I'm an absolute and complete slut for his magnificent cock! But I know, and he knows I know, that I have him totally and irrevocably pussy-whipped! He tells me often that I'm the best lover he's ever had, and he's not just saying that to be nice. Further, he, um, has had a lot of experience, so that means a lot to me! (I have, on a couple of occasions, kept him aroused and brought him to orgasm four times in less than two hours! Yeah, I think I'm pretty good in bed!) He as an absolutely incredible top, and routinely fucks me in the ass, cums in me, stays hard, continues fucking me, and cums in me a second time, and STILL keeps going until he collapses on me, exhausted, after fucking me for 45 minutes! He's by far the best lover I've ever had!
So, wow, I got a bit long with that. Anyway, Foggy, I think you'll long for cock, lust for cock, until, like me, you'll find you can't live without it anymore. I wish for you all the best, and I hope you can find a lover who completes you as perfectly as my boyfriend completes me!