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He filled my mouth with his cum. It was a warm, thick and silky feeling along my tongue. I held it in my mouth and swirled it over my tongue.
“I’m not gay. I just like cock.” I remember the first time I heard those words come out of my mouth. Even as I said them, I couldn’t believe it. My first thought was, what the fuck did I just say? My second thought was, did I say that aloud?
My story isn’t a long one, but it is a little convoluted. First of all, maybe it would help if I gave you a little background information. I’m a healthy and active 54 year old man. I’ve been happily married for over twenty years. I’d say, I had a good sex life with my wife. We were active and happy with it up til about two years ago. In fact, most couples our age would envy what we shared. It included us having intercourse at least twice a week. Most weeks, it also included oral play of some sort.
I was happy with everything about our intimate moments. Most of my friends were complaining that they barely had any form of relations and were lucky if they “got any” once a month. I considered myself lucky, blessed even.
However, two years ago, my wife had to have a partial hysterectomy for fibroids. That’s when she became very disinterested in any form of sexual intimacy. No matter how I tried to get her interested in love making or to get her turned on, it never worked. She didn’t even take interest in oral stimulation anymore. It was like someone switched off her sex drive. I didn’t understand it. I also didn’t know what to do to change things.
I tried to talk her into some alternative options from something simple like playing with toys, to the more drastic option of bringing in another partner to see if that would excite her. Nothing I offered seemed to increase her interest. She wouldn’t have any of it. I was getting more desperate, so I suggested she might want to try a different partner. I asked if she thought she wanted to be with another man…or a woman. On previous occasions, she had talked about having sex dreams where she was with another woman.
Those suggestions didn’t strike her interest at all and she looked at me like I was a crazy person for asking. She rejected all of my ideas. Then insisted that she had simply lost all interest in intimacy. She was kind and caring when she stated that she still loved me as a person and the man in her life.
She swore she still loved me, but that sex was no longer an option for her. There was no reason for me to think she was lying, so I had no choice but to accept her explanation. Selfishly, I realized that her answer wasn’t going to help my frustration level or meet my needs.
Faced with the dilemma of no longer having my sex partner of twenty plus years, I found myself doing other things to alleviate my sexual needs and desires. First, I masturbated almost daily. My shower became fifteen to twenty minutes longer. Next, I realized I was surfing more porn sites than I ever did. I even found myself on a few chat sites. That’s when I found myself becoming more interested in something I’d never thought about in all of my fifty-four years.
Initially, I was watching porn and picturing the woman in the porn as my wife. I would jerk off constantly, as I watched and remembered how it felt to have her naked body in my arms. I’d stroke myself and see her hand or her mouth on me. I could feel her breast in my hand or mouth while I brought myself to orgasm.
Then, the genre of porn changed. I started watching threesomes. Most of the threesomes, were MFM. My fascination of imagining my wife fucking other men did not end with the porn sites. It was fueled by reading dirty stories and having constant dreams about it. The dreams were always very vivid.
One recurring theme was meeting a stranger and bringing him to our hotel room or home with us. Then, he’d make me watch them. I’d watch as he stripped my wife naked. He’d force her to look at me as he bent her over the bed or a chair and slid his cock into her. All the while he’d be looking at me while fucking her. I didn’t know what to make of it at the time. I did know that I’d wake up hard every time I had that dream and jack off to the pictures in my head. The thought of some guy bending my wife over and taking her but looking in my eyes was a fucking rush.
It was a slow transition, but soon I began imagining myself in the scene. Months later, the porn turned to cuckold stories. The threesomes were more MMF than MFM. I was now an active member in the scene.
One night, I was masturbating and realized, I was picturing myself interacting with a male partner. I found myself jerking off while thinking about touching another guy’s cock . It was the first time I ever got off by thinking about a man. As I stroked myself, I pictured me stroking the porn star’s big dick too. A dual masturbation. I came hard for the first time in months.
It wasn’t too long before touching his dick became kissing it. I found that my fantasies moved to less play with the woman and more play with the man. Touching his cock, kissing his cock, playing with his cock. I was fascinated by cock. Every time I watched a scene, I saw myself pleasuring the man in it. Sometimes, I was jerking him off. Other times, I was sucking him off. Oddly, I felt no guilt.
When I started to specifically search for guys giving each other blow jobs , I kept telling myself, it’s natural to be curious. It doesn’t mean anything. One night, I dreamed of eating another man’s cum from my wife’s dripping wet, freshly fucked pussy. I woke up hard as a rock, thinking how kinky it was to be eating another man’s cum.
I questioned myself at times. Why didn’t I think more about eating her out? Why was I more turned on by the fact that I was eating another man’s cum?
Shortly after that, I started fantasizing about taking another man directly in my mouth and sucking him until he came down my throat. One day, while I waited for my wife to finish shopping, I saw this man walking through the store behind her. I watched as he stayed a few steps behind her, but followed her up and down the isles. Every time she stopped, he would stop. A few times, he looked her up and down…checking her ass out when she bent over to grab something. I smiled at the idea of him with her, with me.
My imagination ran wild. I pretended he was a stranger I’d met earlier at a dirty book store and suggested we have a threesome together. I’d told him where to meet us. I gave him a picture of my wife and told him to follow her around. To scare her, excite her.
The next time she bent over to look at something, he moved behind her. He was close. I saw as he moved his body right behind her and rubbed up against her ass. She didn’t pull away. She stood up and pushed herself back against him. I looked at them as she rubbed her ass against him. My cock started to get hard.
He took her hand and placed it over his erection. I continued to stare at the two of them as she brought him to a full hard-on and his big dick bulged in his pants. Then, they walked toward me. He stood in front of me. He stepped closer, until he was right in front of my face. You’re going to suck my cock now, he told me. I licked my lips in anticipation, as I looked over at my wife standing next to him.
My wife nodded and said, You know you want to. It’s something you’ve always wanted to experience.
Reaching down, she unzipped his pants. When she pulled out his thick, hardened cock, she commanded in a soft, but demanding whisper…Now suck his dick!
I tried to speak but as I opened my mouth, she guided the swollen, mushroomed head against my lips as she smiled down at me. My body was shaking with anticipation and want. A chill ran through me even though I felt like I was on fire. I licked my lips and swore I could taste the salty head of his dick against my lips.
I felt so nasty. So dirty. It was so taboo. And yet, I loved every second of it. God, how I wanted a big fat dick in my mouth.
The clatter of shopping carts forcefully being slammed into their stalls caused my erotic thoughts to vanish. It was then that I realized how fucking excited I was. I was sitting there, on a bench right in the middle of Walmart with an obvious and throbbing erection. I could feel the pool of pre-cum that had leaked through my boxers.
Concern grew that a massive wet spot would form on my jeans as my pre-cum seeped in and draw every eye to my arousal. I almost wanted it to. I wanted every eye on me to know what I was thinking and feeling.
As we left the store, I realized a trip to Walmart would never be the same. Each step I took allowed me to feel the needy ache pent up in my balls from my excitement. I knew then I would revisit those thoughts when I could find the time to enjoy the release they would bring.
A few days later, as I revisited my fantasy, I started to think something was really wrong with me or my thought process. Though, that even that thought didn’t stop me from searching the Web to quench my thirst for the type of kink that I was now my fixation.
When I found a chat site that dealt with the very thing I was living through, I was amazed. Hundreds of men had the same thoughts. Some even confessed to acting on them. Married men, happily married men, were going out and finding other men to blow or have sex with and were talking about it.
After reading dozens…okay, hundreds of their posts, I decided to post my own comments. It was weird to write it. But I did. I didn’t confess everything at once, but I did share some intimate subject matter. My first post was short.
I have a fantasy of sucking my wife’s lover hard before inserting his cock inside her. I’m majorly excited by this thought and I have fantasized about it a lot. In fact, every time I stroke myself, this thought enters my mind and takes control over my entire fantasy. Sometimes, things go further. Sometimes, I fantasize about taking him in my mouth.
I read it twice before I was ready to post it. Then I added one more thing before hitting post.
“I’m not gay. I just like cock.” As I hit post, I realized that I not only typed the words, but I had just said them aloud.
I was a little in shock and a little nervous. What was I doing? What was I thinking? Was I gay? What even made me think that, let alone add it to my post.
The next guy who posted eased my fears.
I’m not gay either. I’m happily married, but I like cock too. It’s more common than you think. Message me privately if you’d like to talk more in a one on one conversation.
“Shit,” I said into the empty room.
I only thought about it for a few seconds. Then I clicked on his user name and started typing my message. What the hell. It’s all anonymous and I had nothing to lose. Maybe I’d even get some questions answered. I started to type.
Hi, I’m 54. Happily married. Sexless relationship for about two years now. Is it crazy that I find myself thinking more of cock than pussy? This is all very new to me.
I hit send and waited anxiously for my reply. It only took a minute and the return message popped up. One click on his user name and I was reading ‘MrThick’s’ response. I did have to admire the user name he chose. I wish I would have been more creative. It sounded good when I first chose ‘ConfusedOne’, but now, not so much.
MrThick wrote: No, it’s not weird that you find yourself thinking of sucking cock. It truly is more common than you think. If you follow this site, for any length of time, you will find all types of men who feel, think, and do the same. We come in all ages and from a wide variety of lifestyles and locations. And have a variety of thoughts on the subject. Feel free to read, comment, and ask questions. That’s what this forum is all about.
I’m pretty open, so if you have anything you want to ask or talk about, shoot me a message.
Quickly, I scanned over MrThick’s bio page. It said he was fifty-five. Married. Looking to learn and explore. It also said, I’m straight, but love cock too. His profile pic was of a man’s hard cock being held by another man licking it while on his knees. Just looking at the pic made my dick jump.
Thanks for the info. I’ve never chatted on one of these sites before. I hope I don’t sound too ignorant.
Most recently, I’m finding myself becoming as interested, or more interested, in a man’s dick as I am about pussy. The porn stories, the videos and gifs, and my fantasies are centered more around cock than anything else. The issue is, I think I want to experience a man’s cock. I want to taste one, lick it, and suck on it. I want to have a big hard cock in my mouth and see what it’s like. It excites me even thinking about it.
A few minutes later, MrThick replied and we ended up chatting for over an hour that night. He was very helpful. He didn’t seem to judge me and he tried to answer all of my questions,
regardless of how stupid some were. By the end of the conversation, I felt less odd about my thoughts and fantasies regarding cocksucking. If anything, after talking with him, I found I was more curious.
Sucking a man’s cock was my new obsession. Over the next few weeks, I continued to chat online with MrThick. I felt like we were becoming friends and we had more in common than I imagined possible. While chatting one night, we decided to exchange emails for speed and convenience of our conversations. We started to use instant messaging to continue our exchanges.
Our excuse was because it would be faster, but in reality, I think we wanted to know a little more about each other. During the exchange, we found out that we lived about three hours away from each other. Over the next two weeks, I shared my most intimate thoughts and dreams with MrThick.
I laughed to myself a few times as I continued to address him as MrThick, and he continued to refer to me as CuriousOne. I didn’t find it weird at all. Instead, I found it kind of comforting to share that side of me with him. As for the names, using them put me in a totally different mind space for him. I wasn’t in my real world. I was in my fantasy world and I was with my fantasy cohort.
When I was CuriousOne, I was free to say, do, and feel whatever I wanted. There were no pre-set expectations. I was accepted for who I was, no need for bravado once you tell a man you want to suck cock.
I shared my most recent fantasy with MrThick in detail. I had dreamed of being dominated by a man and made to follow his every wish. I told him every detail of how I was made to suck his cock and swallow his cum. I explained that the more dominant my partner was, the more excited I became, and the more I wanted him. Sex slave may be taking it a little too far, but his sex puppet was an accurate description.
Almost immediately, things changed in the tone of our messaging. MrThick’s communications became very dominant. His statements were commanding. Instead of the easy exchange we were having initially, he started to dominate me through his words. Requests soon became demands, and I was surprised how much I was enjoying it. Most nights, I found myself getting hard as we chatted.
He started off with simple things. He’d give me single commands to follow and then ask me how it made me feel or what I was thinking when I did what he told me to. I answered him truthfully regardless of what he asked. It felt interesting to be so submissive to him. In my relationship with my wife, I was always dominant. In my general life and work, I was a dominant guy.
Yet, with MrThick, I enjoyed doing his bidding. Sometimes I’d get so hard reading his messages, I’d be leaking pre-cum and soaking my boxers. I’d even go back and read them a second time as I stroked off to his words.
It was so straightforward. He told me what to do. I did it. Then we’d talk about it in detail. What was I thinking when I did it? How did my body feel? What was I fantasizing about while doing it? He wanted to know everything and I told him.
Our first attempt at a command performance via messaging was simple, but so exciting for me.
MrThick: Touch yourself and tell me how you feel. I want details.
Quickly I found myself stroking my cock through my pants. At the first sign of arousal, I was taking my cock out and stroking the skin over the top of my head. Already, pre-cum was forming in the valley of my hole. I slid my finger over it and rubbed it over my crown. My skin glistened and it felt so good. I thought of MrThick watching me as I stroked myself for him and more pre-cum dripped from me.
CuriousOne: I feel semi-hard MrThick. My cock is resting on my right thigh and I can feel it starting to throb at my reading of your words and directives. Initially a small drop of pre-cum had formed. Now, I’m dripping and I’m rubbing it over my head. It feels so good.
His next message made my cock jump without even my touching it. I couldn’t wait to do what he said and then wait for his next message. I was hooked on the excitement and the taboo nature of what I was doing.
MrThick: Touch yourself gently. Stroke yourself twenty times and think about sucking a big, juicy cock while you’re doing it. Tell me what you feel and what you imagined while doing this.
I don’t know why, but I continued to follow all of his commands. Okay, that’s a complete lie. I do know why. The idea of being told what to do was erotic in itself. Like I said, I’m a dominant guy, but the feeling of being so submissive was a real turn on for me. I never felt that way before. Now, hearing his words, reading his commands, I found all sorts of thoughts going through my head. My cock was completely engorged and erect before I even stroked it fully for the count of one.
I did as I was told and I caressed my cock gently, twenty times. All the while, I thought of myself kneeling in front of MrThick and sucking his cock. It was odd because, I had no idea what he looked like, but he had a very thick cock and he kept banging it off the back of my throat and making me gag. At least that’s how it went in my fantasy. I loved the thought of gagging on his thick cock. I found myself wanting that experience more than ever.
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