u/Comfortable_Dot_4803

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True story. Bi male here 49, married. I was 35, married, relatively happy, and even had a healthy sex life as a swinger with my (now ex) wife. Things were decent, but I could not deny my secret interest in sucking cock. Just fantasies at this point. Enjoying big veiny dicks in porn (or that I saw in person swinging without being to obvious about it lol). I dreamt about it on occasion, even had wet dreams of 69ing with muscular faceless studs.

Eventually my obsession simply became more than I wanted to deny myself. Why not try it? Admitting I wanted to suck a dick was the biggest hurdle, and I had already sprinted well beyond that. I dropped minor probing questions to the ex and she made it perfectly clear that "gay guys were gross", even though the hypocrite was very bi herself. This made it clear that our journey of self discovery was "my self discovery, and you can tag along". Though I do feel shame for cheating, as you should, I still decided to make it happen after some soul searching (and lying about it not hurting anyone lol).

At this time Craiglist had hookup posts, and was easy to use, so I created a post for myself. "Total newbie seeking experienced man to learn to suck". Not exactly Shakespeare lol, but it got the point across. I topped it off with a pic of my then very muscular ass and back. I was a fucking beast in my 30s, and it had the desired effect. I got about 30 replies in an hour. I was overwhelmed and stroking my cock under my desk the whole time. I finally settled on a pretty mild mannered looking guy with about a 7 inch piece. I numbly made plans to meet him at his house, and scooted to the address he sent. Still slightly buzzing, and proud of myself for having the balls to do it (I was/am fairly chill myself, not one to rock the boat).

A man met me at the driveway in a full policeman's uniform. If I hadn't recognized his face I would have scurried off lol. He was warm and just plain welcoming. Not sure what I was expecting, but he was extremely normal. We shook hands and he led me to his bedroom. He was no nonsense and simply turned and started undressing. Looking back, I think this approach was best for me. I watched him taking off his boots, and slowly removed my shoes, and then my shirt. He was visibly appreciative when he saw my muscles, which turned me on a lot. I have never been a ladies man, and rarely got attention from women due to an extended acne phase and a just the general disinterest I think most men experience from society. But sitting here stripping while a complete stranger commented on my muscles was insanely good for my ego 🤷‍♂️, and my cock. He got completely naked and waited for me to finish. He was probably late 40s, slightly out of shape with a small pot belly. Not ugly, just not a super stud. His cock was semi hard, and only about 6 inches, but was pleasantly thick. He complimented my muscles again (maybe he was buttering me up, but I was naked and ready, mission accomplished). He leaned in and kissed me, even though I did not ask for that in our messages. My ballss physically jolted, and I became warm all over. I loved the kiss, but stopped him after a few seconds. A part of me was still in the "don't be too gay" phase. I wasn't rude. I just pulled back and asked him if I could suck him. He put me down on my knees and gently put my hands on his meat. It was warm and firm, and felt familiar, and foreign, and dirty. I could smell his cologne. After a slight pause I gently leaned forward and licked the head. A bead of precum stretched from my tongue to his hole. I loved the taste. I kissed the tip and then popped the head into my mouth. Here I was, living out a fantasy and loving it.

The taste, the smell, the feeling of his girth iny mouth, the feeling of his skin sliding on my lips, I was loving life. He moaned slightly and directed my head where he wanted it, which increased my desire to pleasure him. My 7 inch married cock was so full it felt like an overinflated balloon. He wasn't large, so I found I could actually deepthroat him pretty well (just like in the simulations lol). He moaned again then motioned me to the bed. I hopped on and laid on my side. He surprised me by laying on his side as well in an odd 69. I put his cock back in my mouth and fumbled around again (I wasn't a pro yet), he grabbed me by the base of my cock (again we did not discuss him doing anything to me, I didn't think to ask). He was praising my dick, which made me feel like a god, I have to admit. I am not huge, but I had an inch and a half on him (and a bit thicker). He praised my uncut foreskin, which again has always been a huge source of shame with women. Then he simply slid my once straight cock into his mouth. My balls had the same violent spasm from the kiss, and I immediately stopped sucking him. He was straining to stuff as much as he could into his mouth. It was mind numbingly good, my feet vibrated, my mouth was slack (but still held his meat), and my entire world was my straining dick and balls. All I could do was hold on while he made love to my fat dick with his mouth. That lasted for roughly 1 minute lol. I began to warn him that I was going to blow my load. I begged him to stop, both embarrassed to cum so fast and wanting to cum so bad. I even put pressure on his forehead to pull out of his mouth. I wasn't used to the type of cock and cum worship this guy was giving. He simply pushed back on my hand, and greedily began to speed up. Wracked with shame and lust I yelled (which is rare), and just fucking unloaded every ounce of cum my fit 35 year old, frustrated balls could squeeze out. I was shocked he didn't flinch as my epic load poured into him. He closed his eyes and made a pleased humming sound. I could hear him audibly gulp every few seconds. My prostate throbbed and I could feel every spurt of cum shoot from the tip of my cock into this strange mouth with each pulse.

I lay there wracked with after shocks for 30 seconds. My brain unfogged and I started to move again. He simply smiled, said thank you, and suggested I sneak out before his wife got home. I tried to finish him, but he headed me off. I hurriedly dressed. The word "wife" snapped me into my post nut clarity, and walked to my car.

And that was the first time I ever sucked a cock, but not the last. I'm not sure if it is what he has planned all along, and even though I didn't get to make him cum I still have it engrained into my head. After my divorce, I eventually got to truly explore my sexuality. When I met my wife (who is truly turned on by bi guy play) I was able to act without shame. And we are always looking out for guys in uniform lol