When I was 20 years old it was definitely confirmed. I'd been with another guy before, well 3 really so kinda knew already but being so sporadic I just took it as it was. Any way, I was on my way home from an evening out and was cutting through the park and had to stop to retrieve a stone out of my shoe. I sat down on a bench outside the closed toilets to do this when a man in his fifties sat down beside me and started some small talk about how quiet it was, even beside the lake. He then asked me what I was doing, so I told him. He thought it a waste and that perhaps I could join him for a glass of wine and perhaps watch some porn. To be honest, I knew what he really had in mind and my cock twitched so I just agreed. He didn't live far away and it wasn't long before we were in his place and a glass of wine put into my hand. By now the bulge in my trousers gave me up while sitting on his sofa while he was off 'getting comfortable '. He reappeared in his dressing gown loosely fastened. Once I caught a glimpse of his rather nice cock he noticed and approached me. He began to strip me of all my clothes all the while his now hard cock brushing me. I sat up, naked and exposed,my cock hard staring at his inches from my face. I was now incredibly turned on and lunged my mouth on and over his cock and sucked for all I was worth. He reached down stroking my cock, me straining not to cum. He then raised me up and dragged me to his bed, my head raised against his headboard,flat on my back as he straddled my shoulders and fucked my mouth. I thought he might cum but this older gent had other ideas which at the time I was glad he did. He rolled me over, placed a pillow under my stomach and I remember the cold lube running over my arse. He pulled my cheeks apart and continued to lube me, inserting a finger to make me slippery inside. I felt the weight of his body on my back as he then gently eased his cock inside me. He built up a nice deep thrusting rhythm, with each thrust my cock rubbing between the mattress and my torso, I'm desperate to cum. It seemed so long as my asre was taking the pounding, me being pinned down by the weight of a man I had just met, any sense of questions about my sexuality completely gone, I wanted this. He withdrew, I remember being dissapointed but had no need to be. He rolled me over onto my back, pushed my legs up and reinserted his cock into my hole comfortabley. My cock was twitching with every thrust. His thrusting got faster and harder so I guessed he must be close. I was right, it did it for me, I don't know how but I came, spraying my cum over and up my abdomen and chest. He was really going hard now, his head dropped forward and he grunted as he cum for what seemed forever. He pulled out of my arse and we lay there a while. It was from that point on I became comfortable being bisexual. I don't really like labels really, but realised from then it was really sex that was the turn on. I did see this guy a few times, became a bit of a regular thing for a while. Very fond memories. |
