How RAOB opened a whole new chapter of my [M35] sexuality for me. [MM]

I can’t quite tell when or how it happened, but I am pretty sure it was after I accidentally stumbled upon /r/randomactsofblowjob. I remember when I first found out that this place exists, I wondered how there could be so many people that want to give blowjobs to strangers on the internet.

Until then I had considered myself pretty much straight, without really questioning it. I mean, yes, guys can be pretty, even sexy, but I never thought of them as arousing. But at some point, this thought snuck into my head. What if there *is* something to giving blowjobs? So far I had only received them, from girls, and quite a few did not seem to enjoy giving them, especially all the way to the end. But obviously, there were people out there who were after just that, after people cumming into their mouths…

And thus began a journey, and it led me to thinking that maybe I was not *only* into girls. I mean, I love girls. I love touching boobs, I love licking pussy, I love women sitting on my face and dripping down on me, and I love their looks, their whole way they are.

But another thing crept into my mind, more and more, and that was a curiosity for cock.

So far I had only had one little encounter with a guy, when I was maybe 14 or 15, on some sort of summer camp, where me and another guy snuck off into the showers one day. I don’t remember how it started, but we started hesitantly undressing in front of each other, probably giggling and blushing along the way. We went all the way to us being in boxers, starting to pull them down, exposing the first bit of pubic hair. And then I made a remark about how he, as a ginger, had ginger pubes as well, which startled him and made him pull back. And I did not have the self-confidence at the time to go ahead and expose myself first, so we ended up not seeing each other naked, not doing anything really.

What followed were years of me gaining sexual confidence, learning my kinks and preferences, but always with girls.

And now these Random Acts of Blowjob slowly challenged that.

I started looking into more and more “gay” stuff. First MFM threesomes, then MMF, and transitioning into twinks masturbating. And then I found selfsuck videos. The view of cute young guys sucking dick, the cum flowing out of their mouths, turned me on more and more. I could not get this question out of my head: How would it feel to get a load of cum into my mouth. It looked so hot, so wet and sloppy and slippery and good…

This is when I went back to RAOB in earnest. I was trying to find someone to find out with.

I live in Europe, not many people use reddit anyway, and the subset of people looking for Random Blowjobs is obviously even smaller…
So I started writing my own posts under a throwaway.
I still remember when I posted my first offer to suck, it felt super weird, I was nervous and excited.

When the first reply came, my stomach dropped. Someone was out there, wanting to take me up on the offer. We started chatting, talked about what we were looking for, I even sent him nudes. In the end it did not work out, but now I was hooked. I kept posting to RAOB, and I kept chatting with guys. I downloaded KiK, chatted more. However, everyone kept ghosting me, or turned out to not be my type (fit, hairless and friendly), or dropped out after (admittedly exciting) sexting sessions with lots of pic sharing and exchanging phantasies.

And then, about a month ago, a guy contacted me. He said he was 26, from a nearby city, hairless and slim, and also curious about messing with a guy.

We continued chatting, but unless most other guys, he was more hesitant. We only exchanged pretty tame pictures, only bare upper body, no nudes, no dick pics. But we had some cool conversations, he seemed respectful, curious, playful and smart.

We both didn’t really know if we were really going to enjoy this, but we were curious and wanted to find out.

About three weeks ago we made a commitment to go for it. I was still unsure (and so was he), I even considered pulling out, but in the end I gave him a few dates when I could travel to his city. He had only a studio apartment, but I knew a hotel in town that offered very good company rates for my work, so I offered to book a room there.

And then we agreed on a date. We continued chatting, teasing each other. Two days before the date he still hadn’t folded, so I booked the room and a train ticket.

One day before the date we agreed on a time and place to meet, on a busy street corner a few hundred metres from my hotel.

And then the day came. I couldn’t even be excited, my mind was blank, I couldn’t comprehend what I was about to do in a few hours’ time.

I boarded the train, arrived in his city, checked into the hotel room.

Only an hour before the meeting we had exchanged our names. We had never seen pictures of our faces, never exchanged nudes. We just were confident that we were each other’s “type”.

When I walked to our meeting point, it felt weirdly normal, I still couldn’t comprehend what I was about to do – challenge this whole assumption of heterosexuality. When I arrived, I knew immediately it was him. A young guy, obviously fit, in shorts and t-shirt, short blond hair. I approached him. “Are you John?” He nodded, said “Yeah”. “I guess then we have a date”, I said, and smiled at him.

Unsure what to do, we decided to go for a little walk and strolled down to the harbour, just two minutes away. We walked and talked about how strange it was that we were about to get naked with each other, touch each other, suck each other off. We didn’t really know what to say and spent much of the way not talking, but it was no uncomfortable silence.

At some point, after about five minutes we looked at each other and remarked how we were just delaying the inevitable, and walked back to the hotel. We both could not comprehend what was coming at us. Our minds were blank, I didn’t even get hard. My throat was dry and I did not know what to say.

We walked into the lobby, entered the elevator. I led him to my room. Opened the door, and we entered. We took our shoes off. The door shut.

There we were.

Two guys who never had anything going on with guys. It was weird, it was awkward, we both hadn’t done this before. We both didn’t feel comfortable with kissing, so I simply started with removing my shirt. Before he could really take in the sight, he did the same, and we stood opposite each other. I cleared my dry throat, and asked him “Can I… touch your bulge?” He nodded, and I put my hand on his shorts. He was not hard yet, but I could vaguely feel his package through the heavy fabric. I started massaging him, and he stretched out his hand, too, carefully touching me in the same way. I felt my arousal winning over my anxiousness, felt myself getting hard. Again, I spoke. “Can I touch you somewhere else, too?”, looking at his bare, smooth, muscular upper body. He nodded, and I started to put my hands on his bare skin. It felt familiar and utterly new at the same time, but it felt good. His hands moved to my belt buckle, undid it. He opened the button, pulled down my zipper, grazing my dick behind it. I felt my trousers fall to the floor, and he put his hands on my dick again, now through the much thinner fabric of my boxer briefs. It was hot and arousing to be touched, and still unreal to stand in front of a guy. I opened his belt and pulled off his shorts too, and there was his dick for me to feel up. I could touch it through the fabric, and we could rub our boxer briefs against each other, rub our bulges. While we both let our hands roam along the hem of our shorts, his hands slipped inside the rubber band, pulling it away, and he looked into my boxers at my dick. He snapped the rubber back, and smiled. “Did you like what you saw?” He nodded. “Do you want to see all of it?”

He nodded again. He knelt down in front of me, looked up at me. Then his hands slid down from my hips to my boxer briefs, hooked into the hem, and started pulling it down. The fabric exposed my shaved pubes, slid down my shaft, until my cock snapped out of the shorts, right in front of his face. I am cut, and probably average length, but he remarked about how he liked the size of it as he stood up again. I loved being exposed in front of him, my light exhibitionism fetish now satisfied. He put his hand on my exposed penis for the first time, and it felt awesome. He stroked it a bit, and remarked how weird, yet great it felt.

No it was my turn to kneel down in front of him, pulling down his shorts and exposing a beautiful, uncut dick about the same size as mine, maybe a bit thicker at the base, just getting hard, with precum glistening at the tip.

I got up again, and we felt each other up. His dick felt awesome, firm and soft and tender at the same time, and it got firmer, yet stayed tender as he got hard. We rubbed our dicks together, still super aware, with dry throats, hardly able to speak.

But I was here to do more. I looked into his eyes as I knelt down again. I put my hand on his hard-on, pulled his foreskin back and forth, hesitating, before I slowly leaned in, opened my mouth, and did it. I put his cock into my mouth, closing my lips around it. It tasted like sweet precum and skin and like softness and like something I’d never tasted before.

I started licking, sucking, still unable to muster enough saliva from my dry mouth but here I was – I was sucking a dick, and fuck me if I didn’t like it!

He looked down at me, incredulous but aroused.

After maybe a minute I directed him towards the bed, where I had him lay on his back, placing myself between his legs, and got to town. I licked him up and down his shaft, getting it wet, used my hands to jerk him into my mouth, tried to deepthroat him, and I was like a kid in a candy shop licking his beautiful cock. Soon, he pushed me off because he was about to come, and had me lie down and then he started to suck me, too. It felt great, he was awesome, and he got me harder and harder, and I am sure he could taste some of my precum. He gave me one of the weird almost-orgasms that I sometimes get, that leave my whole body shaking and tingling, but often leave me so exhausted that I need a break before I can actually cum. But I was not exhausted enough to be unable to go for him again.

I took him into my mouth again, now wetter than before, and went to town on him. I loved the feeling of dick in my mouth, I loved the taste, I loved the pleasure I was giving him, and before long, he started to moan louder and squirm under my touch. “Are you going to come?” “Yeah” he said, coyly smiling, “pretty soon if you go on like that.”

I just looked him in the eyes while my hand still played with his shaft. “Come in my mouth”.

And I went back to sucking, now more determined than before. He moaned louder, and after just seconds I could taste something new, a first hint of what was to come, and then he came and it shot into my mouth and everything was even wetter and slippery and it tasted sweet and awesome.

I continued to suck, and let some of his cum drop out of my mouth, let it run over my hands and down his shaft, onto his shaved belly and down his twitching balls. I savoured the taste of everything in my mouth, and my hands played with what was on him, slippery, awesome.

I looked into his eyes. He was exhausted and overwhelmed by the sensations, but I had done it.
I had sucked a cock, and it was awesome. I licked his cum from his belly, sucked his softening, glistening cock, even used some of his cum as lube on my own cock while I did it.

With him spent, we both laid down, started chatting a bit, and started touching each other’s dicks, me carefully playing with his softie, he slowly jerking my hard-on.

He was a bit unsure about whether he was fully cool with sucking dick, especially now that he had cum, but we still played around a bit, until I got him hard again. He did not seem to be as keen as I was, so I moved my head down again. He looked on in approval, and I opened my mouth again, taking his beautiful dick once more. And again I sucked him until he started squirming, I only moaned an approving “Mh-hm” as I felt him getting closer, and once more I felt his dick twitch in my mouth as he came, shooting another huge load onto my tongue. Again, I loved it. I loved the taste, I loved the feeling, I loved the orgasm that I had just given him. Again, I played with his cum, rubbing his slippery cock in my face.

I pulled off of him again, reluctantly removing my hand from him, went back to lick up some of his cum, and then laid down next to him.

He was spent and didn’t really feel like reciprocating again, but I didn’t care. I had found a new role. Just like I love licking pussy, making it come, I now loved licking dicks, making them cum, too.

I ended up masturbating, letting him watch me, and cumming without a care in the world where it went, and we spent some time lying next to each other naked, getting hard and then soft again every now and then, and chatting a bit.

Turned out he did not like blowing dick as much as he thought he would, but he was still grateful for the experience (and for the two blowjobs, I guess). We both agreed that it was a good night, before he finally got up and dressed. I said goodbye to him with a corona-proof fistbump, him dressed, ready to go out, me naked, with his cum still in my face, and a newfound love for giving blowjobs.

And the moral of the story? I have found that there is more to my sexuality than purely hetero sex, that I, like propably most, am on a spectrum of bisexuality. Am I going to come out as bi, start dating men? Most likely not, this is just a kink for me. Am I going to apologise for it? Heck no. I am going to try it again, suck more dicks, swallow more cum, and I am sure I will enjoy it. But whatever comes, I couldn’t have asked for a better, more understanding, respectful partner that the guy we called John in this story.

And that, my friends, is how /r/randomactsofblowjob opened up a whole new aspect of my sexuality for me.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ie4s57/how_raob_opened_a_whole_new_chapter_of_my_m35