My name is Kyle Brown, and I am a bisexual man. I was straight until about five years ago, then bicurious until now, at thirty-five. I am happily married to a woman. I love all types of women and watch heterosexual porn regularly. My favorite videos are creampies, pussy eating, and mature women. There’s nothing better than seeing a natural, mature woman getting filled by a young, girthy cock. I didn’t mind the occasional blowjob video either, as long as the man’s load filled her mouth or throat. I have a cum fetish.
I have tried watching gay porn, and it does nothing for me. I don’t care much for heterosexual anal porn, much less a hairy butthole; buttholes are disgusting. However, there have been creeping thoughts in my mind since I was a teenager. What would it be like to suck a dick? Even as a teenager, when I saw my friend’s large, hairless cock in the locker room shower, I was very curious but never even considered it a possibility.
In the 90s, I lived in a very conservative rural town, so being bi or gay meant you had mental problems. Thinking about a cock meant you were one hundred percent gay. Being like that meant you were worthy of bullying. It also meant you should stay in the closet for fear of your safety. The thoughts and fantasies stayed to myself for decades. Thankfully, times have changed.
Sean is a coworker and one of my best friends. He is openly gay. There’s no attraction between us because we are very different in every way. Despite my growing curiosities, I could never see us being anything but good friends. However, I have shared my thoughts and curiosities with Sean. He knows I am curious and is happy to answer my strange or random questions. He is comfortable sharing his experiences as a gay man and the dangers he has faced. In return, I proudly defend him whenever possible in our work environment, where discrimination is not uncommon.
Sean recently turned me on to Sniffies- an app for men to hook up with each other discreetly and often anonymously. He lectured me on the dangers of the app and explained some of his negative experiences. He also talked about some positive experiences, which were very arousing to hear. He also made sure to remind me that I am married and I should think about it long and hard before making any kind of decision.
“Long and hard,” he said with emphasis. Fuck.
I had decided to research on my own, instead of embarrassing myself by asking Sean hundreds of questions. There was so much to learn about gay culture, and I wasn’t really interested in being part of that community. It sounds like a lot of work. I would have to worry about all the lingo, enemas, and something called PrEP and DoxyPEP? Will I get HIV on my first blowjob? I have to worry about all this while hiding from my wife?
Are tops and bottoms different than subs and doms, bears and cubs, or twinks? What about wolves? What the hell is an otter? What animal am I? I just want to know what it’s like to suck a dick. I want a convenient cock delivered to me. Not a hairy, gross, old cock either; I want a nice, clean, medium-sized dick with no hair and maybe smells like sawdust. I want someone who is nice, respectful, and patient. Do they make dominant twinks? A sexy young fem that can tell me what to do? I want that.
By the time I learned enough to satisfy my curiosity, I had to clear out my browser history. I already knew what Sean would say: “Don’t worry so much, just go with it.”
I am going with it. Tonight, I am going to give it a try. It’s 1 a.m., and my wife is sound asleep. I open the app to reveal a map and many avatars. Hundreds of cocks fill my screen. My neighbors have cocks on their roofs, and there is a butthole in my neighbor’s swimming pool. I had no idea there were this many men in my city wanting sex. Actually, yeah, this seems right. The ratio of dicks to vaginas on the internet is roughly a hundred to one.
I fill out my profile carefully and meticulously, researching every question for the best answer. Unfortunately, it looks like most of the guys on the app don’t fully fill out their profiles. This is why I do so well at my job; I go above and beyond. I proceed to upload photos of my cock and balls, which takes several attempts. I feel stupid. I browse through various profiles nearby, wondering if I can identify any of my neighbors by their dicks. I cannot.
The first private message already rolls in:
“Hey,” it says.
“Hey,” I reply. I wait for several minutes, nothing.
I spot a nice cock up the street. It’s shaved, cut, and perfect looking. The stats on the man’s profile read: “28m, 6’0, 210lb, 8 cut.” Wow. My heart beats a bit faster at the excitement and anxiety of what I am doing. This thrilling behavior could lead to many possibilities, none of which I am prepared for. I send a message:
“Hello, sir. I am looking for my first experience and have never done this before. Would you be interested in receiving oral?”
Fuck, that was too long. I am so bad at this. Another message rolls in from someone new:
“Hey”
“Hey,” I respond.
“Wyd,” he says. I think for a moment, what you do? What you doing?
“I am looking to suck my first cock,” I send. The reply I received is a close-up of smooth, shaved, dark-skinned cock. My heart beats hard as the reality begins to set in.
“Wow. Very nice,” I reply.
I check his profile: “22m 6’1, 190, 6.5 uncut, gay, vers.” Ok, a young, tall, thin twink and a shaved dick. I really want this.
“Where you at? Can u host?” he responds.
“I am up the street. I can pick you up? Can’t host, but we can park somewhere private.”
Several moments pass before his response, “Bet.” Bet? That means cool, right?
“Where do I go?” I ask.
“I am in an Airbnb on Crestview.”
I know Crestview, it’s a very short dead-end road. “Be there in 5,” I reply.
“Kk”
Holy shit, this is happening. I sneak out of bed and slip on some shorts and a shirt. I quietly walk into the living room, put on my sandals, and grab my car keys. My heart races. Anxiety, fear, excitement, and arousal fill my mind and body. It is so wrong to do this, but I ignore those thoughts. It is dangerous. It is, overall, a really bad idea. But for some reason, the thrill and excitement far exceed my reluctance. Let’s save the guilt for later.
I arrive at Crestview within two minutes and park on the side of the road near a small cluster of houses. It is dark and quiet. There are no streetlights on this road. I check in, “I am here. Red truck.”
“Ok, grabbing my jacket,” he replies.
After a couple of minutes, a door opens. A tall, thin man walks out in a hooded jacket. Oh shit, I am either going to get murdered or I am going to suck a cock. The man approaches my truck, and I can make out that this is a young, black man. The skin tone, height, and age match. I begin to feel more at ease as I unlock the door and let him in.
“Hey, how are you?” he says.
“Nervous,” I say.
“It’s ok.”
“Never done this before. Do you live here or just visiting?” I ask
“Just visiting. I went to a rave last night.”
“Oh, nice,” I say.
We drive a couple of blocks to a dark, secluded area away from anyone’s house. I park and turn off the car, except for the heater and the subtle sound of the radio. The young man immediately sets his seat back and pulls down his pants. His dark, nude body blends in with the darkness that surrounds us. I see nothing.
“You good with poppers?” he asks. I am not familiar with the term, but I must assume it’s some kind of party drug. I don’t do anything except have an occasional beer, let alone go to raves and do drugs.
“I don’t do it, but go ahead,” I say.
He sits back, and I slowly place my hand on his lower stomach. It is completely dark, but I can feel his smooth skin. This is my first time touching another man, and I am surprisingly comfortable doing so. I slowly feel around, grazing lightly over his soft cock. I feel the light tickle of his shaved hair on my palm. His testicles are hairless and smooth. He is insatiable.
I turn to face him and sit on my knees, resting my body on the center console. I lower my upper body over him and gently take his soft member in my mouth. One of my biggest fears and hesitations, scent, is absent. Cleanliness is not an issue. He has no smell, and everything seems perfectly clean. Lightly sucking, I could feel him quickly grow inside me. His hardening cock fills my mouth as I try to take him deeper. I had no idea breathing while sucking cock was so difficult.
I lightly lick around the head while I catch my breath. I am breathing heavily, trying to provide a good rhythm and give long, deep strokes as much as possible without suffocating myself. The worst part of this experience is the setting. I had underestimated the difficulty of sucking cock inside a truck in total darkness.
I am starting to enjoy this. I moan. The thrill of my actions and the feeling of a clean cock filling my mouth makes me so aroused. I take him deeper. His head plugs the back of my throat, but I keep going. I feel his hand rest on the back of my head, gently pushing me down deeper, to which I comply. I grip his leg as he proceeds to thrust into me, fucking my mouth like I always dreamed.
A subtle moan from him. I continue to slowly take him with long, intentional strokes. I can feel his cock twitching inside of me. Then his hand guides my head down. Without warning, the explosion happens. A graceful eruption of warm fluid coats the back of my mouth. I immediately swallow the first spurt, but more follow. It is not overwhelming, and I swallow the sweet nectar with ease.
“Fuck,” he says.
“Yeah,” I reply.
I wipe the saliva from my face and sit back. He pulls up his pants and moves his seat back into place. Without any further words, I start the truck and pull around to our meeting spot.
“Thanks,” he says as he gets out.
“Anytime.”
I never got his name, but it didn’t matter. I never saw his face and probably didn’t need to. I consider myself lucky and spoiled to have such an amazing first experience with a young, fit man. I am no longer curious. This is the first of many, having now changed my orientation to bisexual.
I check my app out of curiosity. He deleted our chat, but below him, seven new chats have appeared. It’s going to be a fun week.
