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  I am not gay. I don’t get turned on by men, or find them attractive, but I must admit that I do like to suck dick. I don’t go out to try and find other men to suck. I have a close friend for that. SO I figure I am Bi. After all, I am still attracted to women, and enjoy being with them, but the feeling of a cock exploding in my mouth is a huge turn on for me.  How did I find that out? Let me tell you my story, as I recently came to the realization of how it all began.    When I was a kid, I lived with my father, as my parents had divorced, and I made the decision to live with him, instead of my mother. Dad was dating a very lovely lady, who had two sons. The older of the two was never around, and so I didn’t see him much, but the younger brother was over at our house alot. He was annoying, and a jerk, and would tease me every chance he would get.     Upstairs we had a large room, which I suppose was originally a closet, but was big enough to be a small bedroom, with no windows. This was a perfect place for him to drag me into, and shut off the lights, take out his dick, and shove it in my mouth. He would laugh the whole time while doing it. I don’t think he ever came, but he did this to me a few times.     I suffered no emotional damage, and continued on with my life, as a normal boy growing up and experiencing new things. Girls were something I discovered more and more as I grew. I had a few girlfriends, but it never went any farther than kissing and fondling.    When I graduated high school, I went off to join the working world. Its not that my grades weren’t good enough for college, but rather I had no desire to spend anymore time in school, as it bored me. I got a job working in the maintenance department of a local college, making good money, and meeting new friends.    The office upstairs was the administrative department, and was staffed by mostly ladies, and a couple of guys. They were all nice enough, and we all worked together well. Having only been there for a couple of months, I notified of the date of the office Christmas party. We all met upstairs one afternoon, for food and drink. Back in the early eighties, it was more common for office parties to not only offer drink, but plenty of it. There was little güvenilir bahis of the law suits going after the supplier of the drink, back then. People used to take responsibility for their own actions.    I fully take responsibility for my action that day.    We had a lot of fun a the party and I drank my share of booze that day. I spent the time talking with my coworkers, and getting to know them better. One of the guys who worked upstairs had struck up a conversation with me, and we spent a couple of hours and several more drinks talking, until it was time for the party to end. I lived only a couple of blocks away, and was prepared to stagger my way home, when he offered me a ride.     Common sense would have said, its not wise to get into a vehicle with a drink driver, but I had yet to learn that lesson. With that we headed out. A few minutes later, we were at my apartment. As I prepared to get out of the car, he asked if he could come up and see my apartment. “Sure.” I said. What could it hurt. So we headed up to the third floor, where my apartment was. I let us in, and gave him the grand tour of the place. “This is the kitchen, and this is the living room/bedroom. Oh and that’s the bathroom. It wasn’t a large apartment, more like an efficiency, but it was a place to live.    On the bathroom door hung my bathrobe, which was a heavy velour robe, my mother had made. It was very warm and comfortable, and I liked to wear it at night when I was relaxing. He noticed it and said “That’s a nice bathrobe. You should model it for me.”   O.K., that should’ve been  sign, but again, I was rather tipsy, so I didn’t notice. With that I proceeded to put the robe on.  He quickly said, “No. Do it without your clothes underneath it.” I never hesitated, walk into the bathroom, and took off my clothes, put the robe on,  tied the belt, and came back out into the room. “O.K. Here it is.’ I said.    “That looks nice on you.” he said. ” I bet it would look good off of you too.” And with that, he walked up to me, pulled open my robe and grabbed my dick. ” I want to suck your dick.” He said.    You would think that I would have been shocked or surprised. Maybe even pushed him away and asked him to leave. But I didn’t. I just “O.K.” The güvenilir bahis siteleri words were barely out of my mouth before he was on his knees, taking me into his mouth. His head began bobbing up and down on my still limp dick. The feeling was great, and I had no desire to make him stop.    “Sit on the couch.” He told me, and I quickly obliged, and  he began sucking me again. I watched as my dick slid in and out of his mouth, loving the feelings I was experiencing. This was my first blowjob, and it didn’t bother me at all that it was being performed by another guy. If it felt this good, who cares who’s doing it to me.    As quickly as he started sucking me, he stopped, stood up and took his pants down, offering me his cock. With no hesitation I eagerly sucked him into my mouth, and started moving my head up and down his shaft. I was drunk, and now I was horny, and I was going with it. We took turns, sucking each other for a while. Each time he would stand up, I would suck him back into my mouth, as if I’d been doing this forever. Even though I hadn’t even thought about something like this happening, it still felt right.    After a while he became impatient, and told me to jack off till I cum. I began stroking myself quickly, wanting my release, and wanting to cum in his mouth, so I could finish him off. My orgasm was not long off, and I groaned, as I filled his mouth with my cum. He went back to sucking me the way he had started, and sucked me dry.  My dick was spent, but I was ready to go.    Before I could, he grabbed me and said ” I want to fuck your ass.” That’s when reality came back to me. I wasn’t looking to get fucked in the ass, but wasn’t sure if he was going to take no for an answer. As he pulled me towards the floor, I did the only thing I could think of, and pretended to pass out. I slid to the floor, landing on my back, to keep my ass in a safe position. He tried to wake me up, but I didn’t let him know I was conscious. Frustrated, he masturbated until he came all over me, got dressed, and left. I was scared, excited, and left feeling like I had missed something.     I wanted to know what it was like to have a dick in my mouth, while the guy cums. If he hadn’t wanted to fuck my ass I would iddaa siteleri have found out. I wanted to find out, but I knew what had happened would not be repeated anytime soon, if ever. I wasn’t gay, so just chalk that up to experience lost. I was college age, around college girls, and the kept my sexual appetite somewhat wetted. Not enough, but when is enough for a college aged male? I still had thoughts about that day, and I had a couple of friends who I thought I’d like to suck, but had no idea how to broach the subject. You never know how your buddy will react to you telling them you’d like to suck their dick, just for the experience of it, not to be gay or anything. So I left it as an occasional masturbation fantasy.     Fast forward to approx 12 yrs later     My wife and I had begun hanging out with a couple from up the street. The women had been introduced to each other, and so I was dragged down to meet her and her husband, only to find out she was married to an old school buddy. We became fast friends, and shared lots of activities together. My buddy was and avid hunter, and fishermen, and generally just like being outdoors. The more I hung out with him, the more of an outdoors man I became, and soon we were planning a camping trip. Our wives did not want to go, and so we went by ourselves. We left Friday night and drove to the campsite, and setup. That weekend, we spent the time hiking up the stream, and also down time at the campsite, where we could just relax, without anyone telling us what to do. We agreed that this would be a yearly “guys” weekend from now on.    I spent the next year waiting in anticipation of a weekend of camping, hiking and fishing. However, occasionally I found myself thinking about sucking him off while we’re out in the wilderness. I again thought that I would not know how to approach the subject, so I tried to put it out of my mind. As we got closer to the date, my desire grew stronger, and I started thinking of ways to make this happen. The problem was, no matter what way I thought of, I still wasn’t sure I could go through with it.    When we got to our site, that first night, we sat out by the fire talking. By now the idea of sucking his dick was making horny, but I just couldn’t bring the subject up. No dice tonight, and quietly masturbated myself off to sleep in the darkness of our tent, that night.    He was the first one up that morning, around 6am, and was stoking the campfire, when I crawled out of the tent.

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