A Line Crossed by Wildman18

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This story is a change from my usual writings. A friend told me about his experience and I suggested that he write it as a story. He convinced me to write it for him. It contains bisexual, gay events he experienced. I tried to capture his experience and feelings. He seems pleased with the outcome. If you’re not into gay reading, stop now. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it as much as he did.

This story is a change from my usual writings. A friend told me about his experience and I suggested that he write it as a story. He convinced me to write it for him. It contains bisexual, gay events he experienced. I tried to capture his experience and feelings. He seems pleased with the outcome. If you’re not into gay reading, stop now. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it as much as he did.

Monogamous, heterosexual, sex is great, but after a while, things need spicing up in the marital bed. Over the years, we’ve done many things to keep it interesting. We added a variety of sexy clothes, vibrators, dildos, light bondage gear and other mild kinks to the mix. We’ve played bar games like “who would you fuck” and she’s done a little flashing. Lately we’ve fantasized about a three way with another guy. I’ve had MFF three way’s before marriage, she hasn’t had any three way action. Bringing MFM to our bed, even in fantasy, seemed to do the trick with her for a while. She was a little threatened by another female and the thought of 2 men pleasing her got her excited. We started out with her getting pleasure from me while we used a realistic dildo or vibrator to fuck her. This evolved into her licking and sucking the dildo while I ate her delicious pussy or fucked her. We even named the friends that she would fuck and referred to them when speaking of the “other guy “. She loves getting and receiving oral. She seems very into sucking cock (me or the dildo) as another fucks her sexy cunt. Recently, as she was sucking the dildo, I tried to kiss her. She pushed the dildo between our lips and we both began to add licking and sucking the dildo while kissing as part of our regular routine. It seemed weird at first for me to do oral on a male phallic, but she really seems to like doing it and watching me do it. The more I did it, the better it felt until I too found it sexually pleasurable. A MMF threesome (fantasy) became a regular part of our sex life. We added the names of men we knew to the scenarios, other times it was strangers. I wouldn’t have any issues with her taking another lover to bed, male or female, as long as she shared every detail with me. One fantasy involved her picking up a guy and fucking him, bringing home a creampie surprise for me. First I’d have sloppy seconds. I enjoy creampies and lately I got the urge to eat strangers cum from her pussy. That evolved into the fantasy of licking the remnants of their sex directly from her lover’s dick.

Soon I was secretly experimenting on cock sucking with the 5 inch dildo. I’d try licking and sucking it like my wife does. I worked to improve my technique to enhance the fantasy. I practiced in front of the mirror. It not only was exciting to watch myself giving oral, but I worked to add the porno video techniques into my performance. I moved on to a 6 inch and then 7 inch dildo. Then I learned how to relax my gag reflex and really deep throat it. I bought a new, 9 inch monster. It was long and thick. Soon I was taking that all the way, filling my throat with cock. Eventually I could vigorously fuck my throat and was up to 15 solid minutes giving what I considered good head. I was getting good, but what about sucking a real man’s cock? Could I get beyond the taboo, negative gay thoughts? I did and it worked great for our fantasies. Maybe someday…..

We were both out of town on separate business trips over the past few months. Our sex life was suffering due to the hectic travel schedules. I was traveling in the Midwest. Just a lot of small towns on the interstate. Several nights of watching sex videos and edging was getting me in the mood for a hot reunion when I got home. As I drove to the latest hotel, I saw a small sex shop nearby. I thought if I had time later, I’d stop by and find something to spice up life at home.

After dinner I had time to kill. I stopped at the adult sex shop. I was curious if they had anything interesting to buy. It was small, with 1 room of items to buy. Not a large store but they did have a little of everything from videos, sex toys for every occasion and some sexy, stripper type clothes. There were a number of items and the prices were reasonable. I made a note of a few things we may like to try as I walked around the shop.

At the back of the room there was a doorway covered by a curtain. There was a sign saying you needed to buy tokens at the counter for $5 to enter. There were a number of men coming and going in and out of the room. I had a $5 bill and I was curious about videos and what was causing so much activity. I also wondered if I would see some live action. I’ve never seen a guy’s cock up close, or man on man sex live, only in videos. Maybe seeing some, especially different sizes, shapes and colors would add to the fantasies at home. I gave the guy at the counter my $5 and he gave me 5 one dollar tokens.

Curious and apprehensive, I pushed the curtain aside and went in. I’ve read about these video places and glory holes. The premise of watching videos was often a cover for gay sexual activity. Maybe I’d open a new horizon and I’d get to see it in person for the first time. The whole thing could add to my home fantasy.

The room was dark, lit only by a few dim red lights. As my eyes adjusted, I saw a hall leading left and another one right. A number of doors lead from the halls to small rooms. There were a few doors shut and many open. There were men in the halls, some walking slowly, other standing around, sizing things up. There were all ages, sizes and shapes. All of them looked well dressed and presentable.

Signs on the wall reminded people to clean up after themselves, properly dispose of condoms and wipes, etc. Now there was no question in my mind on what went on back here.

I stopped by a couple of rooms with open doors. I went in to check them out. They were very small, just wide enough to stand. They had a small bench and a TV screen opposite it at eye level as you sat. There was a small control box where you placed coins, ***********ed movies and adjusted volume. I noticed most rooms had a small window opening between booths. The window was about 1 foot square and just below waist high. There was a window in each booth; most windows seemed to have doors that opened from each side. Every window I saw was wide open.

As I walked down the hall, the booth area was really a large square with rooms on the outside and in the center too. A few guys sat in booths with doors opened. It seems like they were next to unoccupied booths. I surmised that they were showing that they were “inviting “someone to occupy the adjacent booth. I could hear talking, groaning and moaning. I’m not sure what was from the movies and what may have been from the patrons.

I wasn’t sure what the customs and protocols were. After walking around the square, I found an empty booth with an empty adjoining room. The window between them was open. I went in and closed the door part way behind me, leaving it just slightly ajar. I certainly didn’t want the door to jam shut drawing unnecessary attention to me later. I sat down and scoped out the situation. With the door partially closed, the sweet ocean smell permeated the room. The smell of cum mixed with perspiration sealed any doubt I had of what went on in the booths. The open window was to my left. By the light from the TV screens I could see into the other booth and into the hall through the open doorway. I took a coin out and placed it in the slot. I skipped through the many video ***********ions. They covered many scenarios. There were guy/girl, girl/girl, guy/guy, multiple combinations and various colors, sizes and shapes; something for everyone. I picked one where the girl was giving a guy a sloppy blowjob. I sat alone. I undid my belt and zipper, and then slid my pants and underwear to my knees. My cock was soft. I was so nervous and antsy that I was afraid I couldn’t get a hard on. I began to slowly stroke my cock’s shaft. It felt weird stroking my exposed cock where another man could possibly see me. I was excited, giddy and very nervous. Should I keep stroking? Would I eventually cum? What if I’m too nervous to get hard? What if someone did enter the other booth, what would I do? Would we watch each other? What would he expect me to do? What to do, what to do?

Within a minute I could see someone enter the adjacent booth and close the door. With the light from each TV, I could clearly see him and vice versa. I was jerking off and another man was watching me. Instead of being embarrassed, I felt like I was a featured performer. He quickly undid his belt and pants and slid them down. I could see him from his thighs up to his lower chest. He looked fairly fit, no belly roll. He probably was in his 30s or early 40s. I could see him stroke his cock using his thumb and pointing finger. It was semi hard. He was circumcised, his dick looked short, about 4” long and slim. He had thick, dark pubic hair. As he stroked, it became harder. He turned towards the small window and stepped to it.

He continued to stroke himself in the open window. Was he being an exhibitionist or inviting me to participate? I was conflicted. I wanted to see and feel what other man’s cock looked like close up and real, not pictures, but should I take the next step and touch it? At home we’ve fantasized about sharing a cock, with me sucking and stroking one, but now was the moment of truth. Would I touch another man’s cock in a sexual way without a female nearby encouraging me and sharing with me? This would be a true gay action. The clock was ticking and this stranger was offering me his cock, expecting me to do something. Nervously I reached towards his cock with my left hand. I extended my hand towards him; closer and closer. I’ve never touched another man’s cock. Could I go through with it?

I did. I touched it lightly with my fingers, my first feel of another man’s cock. The head was warm, dry, soft and spongy. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft just behind the head. It was thinner than my cock. He moved his hand away leaving his full pleasure in my left hand. I gave it a gentle squeeze and pulled my fingers over the head. I lightly stroked it. His skin was soft and smooth. Even with all the hand jobs I’ve had, I was tentative about how to begin giving one. I gently stroked him for a few moments. Should I add some lubricant? Should I spit saliva on it? Suddenly a guy opened the door to my cubicle. I wasn’t sure what to do. He stepped in and saw what I was doing. He quickly undid his belt and pants, pulled them down slightly and whipped out his cock and held it. It was eye level with me and less than a foot away. It was also short and circumcised, but very thick. We looked at each other. Instinctively, with my right hand, I reached out to him and touched his dick. It was as hard as a rock, very different from the guy on my left. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft too. His cock was about as thick as mine when I’m fully engorged.

A moment ago I held another man’s cock for the first time. Now I had other men’s cocks in each hand. I began and gave each a few strokes. As I stroked both cocks, the new guy bent forward and put his head to the window. He moved my left hand and immediately took the first guys cock into his mouth and began to bob back and forth. I kept hold of the new man’s cock and squeezed it, opening and closing my hand. It was too difficult to stroke with him in this position. As quickly as he started, he stopped, pulled up his pants and left the room. He kept the door slightly more open than it was before. Wow, I wasn’t expecting that.

I put my left hand back on the cock in the window. It was slick with saliva. I stroked it more, back and forth with a few twists over the head. Every third or 4 stroke I would give the head a little twist. As the saliva dried, his cock lost its slickness. Through the light of the TV, I could see precum begin to drip from his dick. I rubbed his slick juice over the swollen head of his cock. It was very slick but not enough to cover his entire dick. I wanted to use my saliva on him, but my mouth was nervously dry. I bent forward, and eventually let some saliva drip from my lips onto the head of his cock and continued to stroke him. He didn’t get any harder. Either my technique was bad or he was just taking a long time. After a few more minutes he pulled back, redid his pants and left. The door to the hall stayed open. I was a little disappointed at being rejected and my inability to satisfy this guy.

I smelled my left hand. I could smell the musky scent of another man’s cock juice on it. Then I started to stroke my cock with my left hand, rubbing and mixing his manly scent and slick precum with my own. As exciting as this has been, I was nervous and still semi flaccid. As I stroked with my left hand, I played with my balls with the other. A few men opened my partially open door and looked in on me. Some watched for about a minute or two, but no one else entered my room. My excitement never diminished as others watched me stroking my cock. My embarrassment disappeared and even in its semi hard state it made me feel good to show myself jerking off. The door remained 1/2 open. I enjoyed putting on a little show. Looking through the glory hole I saw several people stop by the other booths open door, but no one entered.

I put another coin in the video machine and ***********ed one where a guy sucked another guy’s cock, appropriate for the venue. Both men were naked in bed and stroking their own cocks. They were mid-30s, physically fit, shaved and had sizable cocks. Then one leaned over and began to suck the cock of the other. I watched his technique more than I’ve ever watched a blowjob before. He rapidly bobbed up and down on the head of the cock while stroking and twisting the shaft. With his other hand, he squeezed his balls. I watched intently as I stroked my cock.

A few minutes later I was startled as a man entered the adjacent booth. He wasted no time dropping his pants and underwear. He moved to the window quickly. His cock was circumcised; it seemed a little bigger, longer and thicker than my previous guest. Even so, it was only about 5 inches long and still not as thick as mine. Acting like a seasoned pro, I reached out and took his dick in my hand. It was warm and the skin soft like the first one. I drooled saliva on my left hand and began to stroke him. I continued to stroke myself as I stroked him. I was getting comfortable stroking his cock. It was starting to feel natural. As I stroked his cock and mine, I got harder. I decided to stand in front of the window and let him see me stroking my cock as I continued to stroke him. We both leaned in until we touched the heads of our cocks together. His hand replaced mine on my uncircumcised cock. He gave it a gentle squeeze and began to stroke it lightly. Another first, another man stroking my cock. My cock grew even harder as he stroked my dick. He obviously had experience with uncircumcised cocks as he rolled the foreskin over the head and then stretched it back down the shaft. We stroked each other and moved as close to the window as we could. I positioned myself so the tip of my cock reached his stomach. He pulled our cocks together and pulled the shafts together so our cock heads touched frenulum to frenulum. He wrapped his hand around both shafts and squeezed them together and stroked them as one cock. A little precum formed at the tip of my cock, even more leaked from his. I could feel the course hair of his balls tickling my shaved sack as we pressed together. There I was, cock to cock, balls to balls with another man stroking our dicks. It was surreal, no, it was better than a dream. As he massaged our cocks lubed by our precum, I reached out and massaged his hairy balls. His sack was loose and covered in thick, course hair. I gently squeezed them and rolled them with my fingers. I was gentle at first, but then decided to get a little rougher. I grabbed his sack and pulled it down. He let out a sigh. We took turns stroking our mated cocks together for a few minutes. I felt sexy with my hand wrapped around both of our mated cocks. If I closed my eyes, I imagined stroking one very large, thick cock. That would be a wild treat. I’ve seen frothing videos and wondered how it would feel. A truly gay move but it felt sexy and hot. My cock was now rock hard.

It was difficult to get saliva where it was needed while standing. I pulled my cock from his grasp and dropped to my knees. I leaned forward to the window until my face was completely in the window. I was face to face, or face to cock for the first time. I drank in the sight and sensation of my face being inches from his dick. I could smell his rich, manly scent. In the dim light I clearly saw more of his precum forming on the tiny lips of his pee hole, the pointed head as it grew and sloped to the crown ridge behind it. I looked at his shaft as it disappeared into his black, curly public hair. I smelled the manly, musky scent of his cock and balls. It didn’t smell dirty, just musky, sexy. My senses were tingling.

Several times I drooled saliva onto his cock head. I stroked and rubbed his cock and he seemed to get harder and maybe even longer. I continued to rub and squeeze his hairy ball sack with my other hand. When I leaned in to him again, I lowered my head until my lips touched the head of his dick. The head of his cock was soft, moist and warm against my lips. I felt that I passed the test by placing my lips on another man’s dick. My inhibitions dropped another notch. As the saliva got less slick, I drooled on his dick again and let my lips linger on his dick head a little more each time.

As I stroked him, I could see more drops of precum leak from the tip of his cock. I caught it on my fingers and smeared his juice on the head of my dick. My heterosexuality flew out the window as I massaged his precum into my hard cock. I felt a wild urge to really please this stranger. Eventually, I reached out my tongue and licked his cock head. I licked the tip and I could taste his precum directly from the source. It had a slightly salty taste. Tentatively licking at first, but as I grew more bold and confident, I licked around the crown of his cock head and tickled his frenulum with the tip of my tongue. I licked his dick like a lollipop. With my hand, I stroked and twisted the shaft of his member, he got even harder. More precum flowed from his cock. I was entering the slut zone. I used his dick as a paintbrush to spread the precum on my cheeks. The thought of another man’s juices smeared on my face was added another facet to my new bisexuality. I wondered if he would cum and finish on my face. Part of me wanted to feel his jism splash across my face and in my hair. I wanted people to see his cum on me as evidence of my slutty behavior. Another part wanted to have him explode in my mouth and fill my mouth with his seed.

As the saliva dried again, I leaned in. This time, I let all my inhibitions fly away. I opened my mouth wide, leaned in and took his cock head into my mouth and closed my lips around it. What a sensation, a man’s cock in my mouth! I closed my lips around his shaft and bobbed back and forth several times, remembering to be careful and not to let my teeth touch his cock. When I pulled back, I sucked the head and let it pop out of my mouth. The sound was like the porn stars make when they suck cock. As I continued to suckle his dick, I stroked and then squeezed his hairy balls. They were firm now. I massaged them as I like mine rubbed. New sensations were slamming into my mind. My senses were being overwhelmed. I was hungry for cock. Saliva and precum were coating his cock and drooling down my chin. Like the sluts in porn, I was giving a real sloppy blowjob. I wish I had a video of me giving my first BJ. Then, I opened my mouth a little wider and thrust forward. The crown head scraped the roof of my mouth as his shaft slid over my tongue. I continued until I deep throated him. I took his manhood fully into my mouth. My lips pushed firmly against the root of his dick. His cock wasn’t long enough for him to fuck my throat but I forced him as deep as I could. My nose pressed hard against his stomach. His thick, curly pubic hair tickled my nose and lips. I did it; I was a real, bisexual cocksucker. I bobbed again and again, each time mashing my nose against his stomach as his balls bounced against my chin. His hands pulled his shirt up as he played with his nipples. I looked up at him. Through the dim light of the TV I could see his face. He looked to be about 40. He was clean shaven. His eyes were closed and he was licking his lips as he pinched and tugged his nipples. I watched him enjoying the blowjob I was giving him. I continued to lick and suck his cock, squeeze his balls and, taste more of his delicious precum. I was enjoying myself and desired to pleasure him fully. I wanted to feel his hot load splash into my mouth and down my throat. His precum tasted different from mine. It was slightly saltier than mine. Like mine it was not bitter.

As I sucked his dick and massaged his balls, he began to slowly rock back and forth. He opened his eyes and looked down at me. I stayed still and he rocked a little harder and faster. I wrapped my lips tightly around his cock. I turned slightly to watch his facial expressions as he slid his cock in and out of my mouth. He looked excited and happy. Soon I was no longer giving him a blowjob; I was getting face-fucked. I was letting another man use my virgin mouth as a juicy cunt. Another new experience, allowing another man to watch me as he used and abused my mouth with his dick. I basked in the thought of being a cock hungry slut. My dry mouth was long gone, my saliva mixed with his precum coated his dick and freely flowed down my chin. I could feel it drip onto my cock, I rubbed it in. I enjoyed the feeling of the crown of his dick head push my lips wide open then close around his shaft. As I watched him, he continued to look at me. I was no longer giving a blowjob to an anonymous stranger. I could identify him and he could identify me. We watched each other as he fucked my mouth. It became intimate. We were watching each other giving each other pleasure. He was enjoying fucking my mouth as I enjoyed sucking his cock.

Sucking cock was as much fun as getting a good blowjob. I love eating pussy and licking clits, but this new experience was wild. Why do guys frown on sucking another man’s cock? Many women love sucking a sexy cock. I’ve been missing a whole world of pleasure all these years. I want more! In addition to checking out women and wondering what they looked like naked, I could check out guys and wonder what their cocks looked, felt and tasted like.

It was exciting but soon my jaw grew tired. After a few minutes of my mouth being fucked by his cock, I pulled back and resumed stroking him. More of his precum was oozing from his pee hole and I used it to coat his cock and mine. Just the thought of rubbing and enjoying another man’s seminal juices in my mouth and on my cock was slutty hot. Unfortunately, all good things must end. These guys must like to stay a little while and edge with one guy and then move on to another guy. He soon waved me off, got dressed and exited the booth before I got to experience his orgasm.

I sat down again. My left hand was slick with his precum. I stroked my cock using his precum as a lubricant. It felt good and kinky, it made me feel unlike I ever felt before. I was now a true bisexual cocksucker; I just sucked a juicy cock and was using another man’s fluids to make my cock slick as I stroked it. How naughty!

I was startled as another man entered the other booth. Instead of undressing, he sat down, put a coin in the slot and reached his hand through the window. There was nothing else for me to do. I stood, faced the window and let my pants and underwear drop to the floor.

He touched my dick and gently guided me closer. He stroked my hard cock, pulling the slick foreskin over the head and stretching it back a few times. Then he dropped to his knees. He was about 50 years old, had longer, grey hair with a receding hairline. He had a bushy grey mustache. He turned his head sideways and seemed to admire my dick. I was about to receive my first gay blowjob. He took my cock into his mouth. His lips closed around the shaft just behind the head. His mouth felt hot and wet. He slowly licked, teased and sucked my cock. He gently rubbed and squeezed my shaved balls. He was experienced, not as good as my wife but good. My excitement built rapidly. He rubbed and squeezed my balls as he sucked my cock. He would take about 2/3 of my 6 inches in, never deep throating me. There I was, standing in a dark room with my hard cock in another man’s mouth, getting my first gay blowjob. I lifted my left hand to my nose and smelled the sweet, musky aroma of other men I had stroked. What new and wonderful sensations. I could feel precum leaking into his mouth as my balls tightened. I whispered to him “slow down or I’ll cum quickly.” He pulled back and said “That’s ok, cum now if you want to.” he didn’t seem to mind. In a few more minutes, I said “I cumming.” My cock twitched in his mouth as my balls tightened. I felt cum surging up the shaft of my dick. He never slowed. He sucked my cock and squeezed my ball’s until I released my first blast of cum into his mouth. A few days of pent up cum shot forth from my cock. I did it; I had a man suck my cock until I orgasmed. Another line crossed.

I felt him swallow after each squirt of my sperm. After 4 or 5 shots, I began to soften. He didn’t slow down. He drained my balls of all my cum. When my cock grew soft, he let it slip from his mouth. He continued to rub my dick and balls.

For some reason, I felt a little embarrassed. He didn’t seem to want me to reciprocate. I had mixed feelings about that. Before cumming, I would probably have sucked him and felt the joy of having him splash his cum in my mouth and down my throat, but now the desire faded. I often wondered how another man’s fresh sperm tastes. Would I, could I swallow his load? Lately I fantasize about being a cock sucking, cum swallowing slut. I was about 1/2 way there. I had sucked a cock, tasted other men’s precum but didn’t feel his hot load erupt into my mouth. I actually really enjoyed sucking a cock. It made me feel powerful to control another man’s pleasure with my mouth. Now having cum, the usual post orgasm hesitation was setting in. He got up and left me standing in the window with a softening cock. I looked down. I had a mixture of his saliva, precum from two different men (which I proudly, personally extracted) and my cum splashed on my underwear. It was wet, sticky and exciting to think about how it got there. I looked at it as a badge of honor passing from a heterosexual male to a bisexual, glory hole cock sucker. My cum and his saliva was drying on my cock and pubic hair. I stroked my cock several times basking in the glory of sexual accomplishment. I actually pleasured other men and was pleasured by them. More so that it was man on man, without a woman to use as an intermediary or excuse. It was a true gay experience. When dry, I pulled up my pants.

I exited the booth. There were several men in the hall. Which ones did I stroke? Where was the one I gave my oral, virgin mouth to? I wish I knew and could ask him how he liked my first blowjob. I wanted to know why he didn’t blow his load of manly sperm into my waiting, wanting mouth. From now on, I want to improve every time I suck a cock. I want to take a large cock deep into my throat. I want him to face fuck and throat fuck me and let me feel him erupt deep inside my mouth. I want to open my mouth and show him how full of his jism it is. I want to enjoy the taste and feel of his cum before I swallow it and then show him my empty mouth.

Before I left, I saw the man who blew me and swallowed my load. I recognized his face and mustache. I wondered if my cum was still on his lips and mustache. I stopped him and said thanks. I wanted to talk more but was still a little uncomfortable with my new sexuality. I gave him the last of my movie tokens and left through the curtains.

In the parking lot I walked confidently to my car knowing I’d crossed the line. When I first left my car I was heterosexual. Now, I returned a bisexual cocksucking slut. I looked in the mirror and saw the dried precum on my cheeks. I decided to leave it there as a proud reminder of how far I’d progressed in the last hours. For the first time I had sex with a man. I had given hand jobs to 3 different men, jerked off two guys at once, rubbed my cock against another man’s dick, sucked a man’s hard cock and deep throated him, tasted and used precum from two men as lubricant to stroke my cock and theirs , and had another man suck my cock until I came in his mouth. Unlike my cock, each cock was circumcised and smaller than mine. I guess my little 6” isn’t so small. No big porn star sizes among us common men. A whole new sexual world to explore and I like it! Now, how to work this into a real scenario at home? I want to eat pussy and suck cock. Will she want to help make it happen? Who will he be?

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