I was a married man with children in his early thirties. I was mixed up in terms of my sexual identity. Was I heterosexual, gay, or bisexual, I didn't know one way or the other, my first sexual experience with a man when I was seventeen left me in limbo. Throughout the years I would flashback now and then and recall how I felt during my first gay experience, the pre-cum dripping cock of my partner, his cum-laden balls swirling in my mouth, my first taste of a man's juices, the sense of power and satisfaction when he pleaded for me to stop sucking him and he could no longer hold back and erupted in torrents into my eager inexperienced mouth.
Since my first encounter I had this burning desire to explore more of my male-to-male fantasies. This desire led to a few encounters. Here are a few:
I decided to visit a gay bar near my place. I did this late at night when my wife had gone to bed. When I arrived at the gay bar I was nervous and scared but took a seat on a stool at the bar. When I sat, I felt like a dozen eyes were on me and tried to brush off the uncomfortable feeling and ordered a drink. When my drink was served by a very friendly and pleasant bartender named Marco I realized that most of my apprehension was un- warranted. The people around me were simply there to enjoy them-selves and have a good time.
As the night went on, I had a few more beers and began to relax. One guy brushed past me and groped my crotch, this made me hard and I began to lube up with fuck-juice. Another guy who was sitting in the corner of a bench seat was gently rubbing himself through his jogging pants and smiled at me when I glanced over at him. The hour was getting late and the sexual energy in the bar was increasing with every drink drank and every passing minute.
My cock was throbbing and slick with pre-cum and my bladder was also full of beer so I decided to take the long trip up the stairs to the john. As I went to the washroom I noticed another guy whom had been checking me out all night get up and follow behind me. When I got into the washroom, I struggled to get my rock hard 7 inch cock out of my pants and finally was able to do so and aimed straight for the back of the urinal and let loose with a steady stream of piss. As my bladder emptied, the guy that had followed me up came into the bathroom and stood beside me and pulled out an inflated 5-inch rock hard cock and aimed it into the urinal. He glanced over to me and in a flash grasped my cock and held it while I pissed. His hand on my cock stirred up sexual desires that I hadn't felt since my first gay encounter when I was seventeen. I finished the job at hand and grasped his cock in my hand. We fervently started stroking each other and stepped back from the urinals. I remembered and longed for the taste of another man' cock in my mouth and immediately went down on him. It was so sweet to taste another man again. I swallowed his dripping cock and he pushed my head back saying that we should get to his place. Just then we heard footsteps coming up the stairs and scrambled to place our equipment back into our pants. We had not completely restored ourselves when the guy walked in but he just gave us a big smile. My partner gave me his address but I couldn't find his place so we never met again.
I have been to this bar a few more times and have had a few encounters:
I was sitting on a barstool and another guy was sitting in a booth. I glanced over and the guy started stroking himself through his jogging pants and motioned me to come over. I motioned for him to come over and he scooted over to the bar, hard-on visible through his pants and took up a seat next to me. I immediately dove into his jogging pants with my hand and started stroking his balls and dripping cock. He fondled me through my pants as I had a belt on. His cock was hard and oozing pre-cum by the gallons. His balls and cock were slick with juice. I suggested we go to the bathroom to fuck and suck and he eagerly followed. When we got into the washroom there was another person their but, we didn't care. We headed straight for the stall and stripped. I sank to my knees and started to suck him, he groaned and spasmed and within seconds started splash his cum in watery squirts all over me and the toilet and the wall. Again, I pleased another man.
Once when I was in the gay bar I met a man that just wanted to suck me off. I went to his place and sucked him dry. He said that he couldn't reciprocate because he had already cum. I needed release so I jacked off in his face. He took a slurp of cum but over-all it wasn't very satisfying.