[M]et up with a guy for [M]y first bi experience

I consider myself straight and have only ever been interested in relationships with women, but I can’t deny getting turned on thinking about trying something out with another guy. Can’t deny that occasionally when I watch porn my eyes drift away from the beautiful female body and over to the guy’s hard cock, and I imagine gripping it in my hand and maybe, despite how unflinchingly straight I thought I was, slowly putting my mouth on it.

I peruse craigslist late at night, looking at the mostly faceless pictures of male bodies and hard dicks, fantasizing about meeting up with one of them and finding out what it’s like. Eventually I jerk off to a mixture of straight and gay porn and forget the whole thing. I decide it’s not a fantasy I’ll ever act upon. This happens frequently, at least three nights a week. But one night I’m feeling particularly restless and I can’t allow myself to repress the urge with masturbation any longer. I quickly make a new email address to preserve anonymity, and I reply to a few of the posts. I go for the ones with the sanest, most reasonable descriptions, and the ones closest by.

I already regret sending the emails out. The entire time there’s a voice in my head saying “What are you doing?” But I can already feel that if I get a response, I’m gonna go for it. It’s almost out of my control at this point. No responses yet, but my mind is racing and I start to stroke my already hard cock just from the sheer excitement, and it feels amazing. Way better than usual. I have to force myself to stop. Save it for the night ahead, just in case I end up going through with this.

Sure enough I get a response. He’s a little older than me, more experienced. I tell him I’m looking to take things slow as it’s my first time. He tells me that’s totally cool, and gives me his address and phone number. I think “Alright, I guess I’m doing this” and I get my shoes on. It’s a warm night and he’s not far away so I walk. My legs feel weak and my heartbeat is irregular the whole way there. I’m half fantasizing about what’s gonna happen and half telling myself to turn back. Go home. You might regret this.

I reach his address and I write a text letting him know I’m downstairs. Before I hit send I feel the potential in the moment. I’m about to step over the point of no return, like the moment right before you bungee jump I imagine. I take a breath and hit send. He buzzes the door and I walk up to the second floor.

He lets me in. He’s my height, friendly but slightly guarded as we all are upon letting a stranger into our homes. But he’s put at ease soon enough. He can read how well-meaning, yet nervous I am, and he takes the lead in the situation.

We walk to the bedroom of his remarkably nice and quiet apartment. We sit on the bed side by side. My heart is pounding and my voice wavering. We exchange some small talk. Soon enough, he puts his hand on my upper thigh and asks what I want to do and I say “Um, well whatever feels right I guess. I don’t really know.” He smiles and asks me to stand up, and he stands up with me.

We’re facing each other, maybe eight inches apart. He reaches down and starts rubbing my cock through my jeans. It’s unbelievable. I’m rock hard immediately. I do the same and grab the warm bulge in his pants. I let out a gasp of relief and arousal. He takes his shirt and jeans off quickly. I rub him through his tight boxer briefs and am that much closer to feeling a raw hard cock in my hands. He tugs on my jeans and whispers “Take these off.” As I unzip and pull them down, he steps out of his boxers and he’s completely naked. I grab him again and begin to jerk him off, staring down mesmerized at his cock in my hand. It’s a good looking cock — symmetrical, nicely sized, well proportioned with his body. And burning hot in my palm. I love it. He yanks down my boxers and I step out of them. We’re facing each other, jerking each other off, and I’m finally starting to relax and get lost in the moment.

He gently pushes me onto the bed. I lie against his pillow and he kneels over me. We’re still stroking each other. He looks at me lustfully and then his eyes move downward. He says “You have a nice dick.” Awkwardly I say thanks and he smiles at it. He bows his head and, with his hand still gripping me, looks up at me one more time. I look back at him, waiting for what I know he’s about to do. Finally, he slides his lips over the head of my cock. I let out a gasp. He keeps his mouth on the tip for a second, and then starts bobbing up and down, giving me without a doubt the best blowjob I’ve ever had. He moves his lips up and down my entire shaft flawlessly, and swirls his tongue every time he reaches the head. I can’t even think. The pleasure is so intense. I just grip the bedsheets and close my eyes. I start involuntarily moving my hips up and down, fucking his mouth. He moans, welcoming it.

Still working on me, he reaches up and pushes my shirt up to my chest. I take the signal and tear my shirt off. Now I’m completely naked lying on his bed while he sucks my cock better than anyone ever has. Just the new feeling of being completely unclothed in a stranger’s house came close to making me cum. I pushed his head off gently, needing a second to regain my composure. He’s kneeling in front of me again and I grab his cock and stroke him. I want to suck him off so badly. I’m ready. I move down, grip his shaft, and lick the tip, but that’s all he lets me do. He wants me in his mouth again, and he pulls me off of the bed so I’m standing, and gets on his knees in front of me. Again he plunges my cock into his mouth and again I’m overcome with pleasure. I have to hold onto his shoulders just to remain standing.

He reaches around and grabs my ass with both hands and squeezes. I love it. I reach back and put my hands over his and make him tighten his grip. He pulls my hips toward him until my whole cock disappears. He wants me to fuck his mouth again. I bend my knees a bit, grab onto his head, and begin thrusting in and out. He loves it, and holy shit, so do I. I move in and out, and he bobs his head back and forth, away from me as I pull out, and toward me as I thrust in. I am naked standing on a foreign floor, fucking another guy’s mouth, and I can’t even form a complete thought in my head long enough to register how strange the whole experience is, because the pleasure is too distracting.

Suddenly I fall back onto the bed. I can’t stand anymore. He follows me and takes my cock back into his mouth immediately, kneeling between my legs and viciously sucking. I rest on my elbows and stare up at the ceiling, but soon enough he pulls me back to my feet and squeezes my ass again. So again, I start fucking his face. His tongue is flicking wildly as he deepthroats my cock. I’m too polite to ram it all the way in, but he encourages it. I go so far into his mouth that he can lick my balls. I whisper “oh my god” involuntarily and he starts sucking again and cupping my balls. Now it’s building fast. It’s like a sudden wave hitting me and I whisper to him “I’m gonna cum,” hardly able to get the words out. He takes me out of his mouth momentarily and looks up at me. Pleadingly he says “Cum in my mouth?” and I nod, breathing heavily.

I thrust into his mouth maybe four more times and then I freeze in place as ecstasy explodes in my brain and I shoot cum into his throat. He moans softly and begins swallowing. I cum and cum for what feels like forever. When I’m finally finished I slowly pull out of him, tingling. Still on his knees, he wipes his mouth and says “That was hot, man.” That was an understatement.

I walked home feeling very strange, wondering what was wrong with me. Am I bisexual? Does it matter? I don’t know. But the next day I jerked off thinking about it, only I imagined that I sucked him off too, and I came incredibly hard, again. And I decided that I definitely don’t regret it.

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