A Married Man and His Gay Porno
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Let me set some background for this story. I am a bi male who has had
feelings for guys along with women since I was a kid. But since I
never lost any attraction for females, I was always quite unsure about
the part of me that was attracted to guys. I always rationalized that
all those feelings were just some harmless fantasy on my part. This
story is about how I realized in a shocking way that I could not just
toss those feelings off as fantasy.
So, anyway, when this story takes place, I was very confused about my
feelings. Even though I was(am) happily married, I still found myself
jerking off to gay porno almost every night and (a key event in this
story) sneaking off to the adult book store to watch gay porno in the
peep show booths.
One day when I went there and was sitting in my booth watching the
movie, I noticed there was a hole in the wall. Now, to show how naive
I was, I had never even heard of glory holes at that time. Anyway, I
bent over to look and see if that hole really went through to the
other side. I guess I was hoping that I would get to watch somebody
over there jacking off to a movie. Well, I got more than I expected.
I really couldn't see anything so I sat back up and went back to
watching the movie. A couple seconds later, I notice a cock peeking
through that hole I had just looked through a minute before! It was
just sitting there displayed for me! Well, that was *THE* moment of
truth for me. Here I had always wondered what would happen if I ever
really was confronted with the opportunity and here it was. I think I
almost hesitated too long because he started to withdraw it from the
hole.
What happened next really surprised me. It was like I lost all
conscious control of my actions from that point on. Without thinking
about it, I reached out and cupped that warm cock in my hands. Once I
had it in my hand and felt its warmth, its texture, I really lost
control. I immediately dropped to my knees in that booth and took that
cock into my mouth. All the part of me that normally would have said,
"What the hell are you doing?" completely disappeared.
At first, it was semi-hard, but soon it was at its full proud length.
I can't explain how wonderful it felt growing in my mouth, its taste,
the feel of it rubbing up and down along my tongue. In all the time I
had fantasized about that moment, nothing had prepared me for how
great it really was!! I was soon licking that dick up and down, just
trying to soak in the flavor and feel of it. The hardness and the
thrusting coming from the other side of the thin wall told me I wasn't
doing too bad for a beginner. A couple of times in my eagerness to
take it all, I choked and gagged but soon I was taking it until his
pubic hairs were tickling my nose near the top of the hole. A few
times he pulled it back to rearannge his position and I would make
whimpering sounds in my throat until he would push it back through
when I would hum in delight as it sank into what I now felt was it's
natural home! Oh, it was so good!
Unfortunately, I ran out of quarters which I had been pumping into the
movie machine the whole time I had that cock buried in my face. I was
suddenly in a panic and came somewhat to my senses about what I was
doing there, since I did not want someone walking in and seeing
me there on my knees servicing that cock. I whispered through the hole
that I wanted him to follow me out to the parking lot so I could
finish him off (I wanted to see him by then, but to be honest, I was
never really that sure I had been sucking the same cock the whole
time!) I didn't care who he was or where he would want me to finish
what I had started or that I had never done it before or even who
would see us doing it out in the parking lot, I just wanted
him to follow me so I could follow him to anywhere he wanted so I
could get my final reward. Yet, I know even without any quarters left,
if he had just whispered to me to stay there and finish, I would have
regardless of who was going to walk in!
Anyway, he never did follow me out and although I could taste his
flesh on my lips the whole way home, (my lips felt numb from the
friction but I treasured that feeling like no feeling I had ever felt
before!) it was several years (and still too few times in my life for
my taste) before I got someone to give me the end to the story that I
really wanted.
The funny thing is that what allowed me to be so free was the fact
that once that person took that first action, I became totally in the
control of this unseen person on the other side of that flimsy wall.
Whenever I went back to the "scene of the crime" afterwards in hopes
of repeating the experience, the fact that I was in control of whether
it happened or not ensured that it didn't happen again. I needed
someone to take charge of the situation to be totally free. Very wierd
feeling it was then and to this day.
Well, that's my *true* story!
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