r/gayconfessions

This wasn’t my first time with a guy, I had sucked dick and been sucked off before but never fucked. I met this guy on sniffies, and he was just a few blocks away from me. I’ve always played with myself via like toothbrushes, fingering, and hairbrushes, so I thought I prepared myself, but I was wrong. I got to his place and got naked like he asked, he was sitting in his couch when I walked in. He looked me up and down and smiled, then I just walked up to him and got on my knees. I sucked him off till her got hard and then asked if he wanted to fuck me. He said yes, I got on my back and threw my legs over my head, he spit on my ass hole and slowly put his cock in(about 6 inches) it hurt but felt so good. After he was fully in he started slowly thrusting and got faster by the second, it felt so good my cock started throbbing, I wish I came from it. He didn’t last long since my ass was so tight, and I was so horny I just told him to cum in me. He didn’t hesitate at all and filled my ass with his cum. I loved ever second of it and will be looking for more cock to rail my ass and fill me up

So last weekend I was using the gym at the hotel I was staying at w my gf. This happened to be a pretty good size gym, but it was only me and one other guy across the gym (mid 40s I’d say). So I went about my workout. He finished before me and headed for the locker room. A few minutes later I walk in and I was so stunned by how large and clean it was, that I forgot anybody else was in there with me. So I put my clothes in a locker and headed for the shower.

The stalls had big wooden doors that almost touched the floor so you obviously couldn’t see inside. I opened the first stall and the other guy that I completely forgot was in there, was standing there naked about to turn the water on. Maybe it was a natural reaction or maybe it was subconscious trying to tell me something but I immediately looked down at his dick. He obviously noticed and did the same. I then sorts mumbled “my bad” and shut the door. He immediately started apologizing for not making any noise. I said it was ok and walked to another stall across the room.

I got about halfway through my shower when i head my stall door open. I quickly turn and hes standing in the doorway with a massive erection. I again couldn’t help but look and he asked if he could join me. I nervously said yes and he came in. My heart was racing. Up until this point I had only been with women. I had always kind of been curious in the back of my mind but never thought I’d act on it. He started to reach for my dick, which was quickly growing. He started to stroke me and after about 3 seconds the door to the locker room opened. We both immediately froze not knowing who it was or wanting to be seen. About a minute later we heard another stall open then close so we knew we were safe. The then walked out, got dressed and left. I still had to shower and was still really horny and ended up jerking off in the shower to the thought of what could’ve happened. I saw him at the pool the next day sitting with what looked like his wife and 2 kids. Which explained why he was so frantic to leave.

I’m five foot six inches, with messy ginger hair and bright blue eyes, with a light stubble along my jawline. I’m slim but have played rugby long enough that my shoulders and thighs are solid. Right now, I’m house sitting for my best friend’s parents – a big, empty place on a quiet street, and no one is due back for days. 

It’s hot outside, and I’ve been horny all afternoon. That kind of restless horn that makes it hard to sit still. Eventually, I give in, downloading Grindr, and within twenty minutes I’ve pinged off a few messages that turn into an address exchange. He’s on his way. I leave the side door unlocked and then head upstairs to wait.

The wooden headboard is cool against my forehead as I spread myself over the bed, knees wide on the soft white sheets. Arching my back without really thinking, the curve of my ass lifts, leaving nothing to the imagination. Pale skin, light freckles scattered across the cheeks and a soft pink hole ready and twitching in the open air. My balls hang heavy between my thighs. I wonder how many times my best friends’ parents have fucked in this position.

I stay like this, breathing slow, waiting.

Slow footsteps approach across the carpet, and then the mattress dips behind me. A warm hand slides up the back of one thigh, and then the other, spreading me wider. Fingers trace the crease between my cheeks, gliding momentarily before the thick pad of a thumb presses against my hole. It circles once, twice – slow and deliberate – before pressing just enough to make me give.

“Look at you,” a deep voice murmurs. “Already opening for me.”

I push back without a word and the thumb sinks in, right down to the first knuckle, then father, stretching me out while another hand reaches underneath to cup my balls, rolling them gently. The dual sensation makes my cock jump against the sheets. I’m already leaking.

The thumb pulls free, and I hear the familiar tear of a condom wrapper, the soft roll of latex against skin. Then, I feel the blunt force of a thick helmet pressing against me – slick with lube – and sinks in slow. The stretch is perfect, filling, the kind that makes my toes curl into the duvet. Inch by inch it sinks deeper until hips meet ass and I can feel every pulse of the thick shaft buried inside me.

Strong hands grip my hips hard, and the first full thrust is deep and slow, dragging almost all of the way out before slamming back in. The bed creaks, and my face drops into the pillows, mouth open and soft moans spilling out with every movement.

The stranger leans forward, and his voice is low as he almost growls into my ear.

“Can I take this off… go… raw?”

Something about the voice pulls at me, but in the head of the moment I struggle to think.

“No,” I manage, breathless. “Keep it on.” 

He doesn’t stop thrusting, just continues to work on my hole with that thick cock of his while I try to hold the line. Another few stokes and my resolve cracks. I reach back between my legs, fingers grazing the thick rim of the condom, and then slowly roll it back along his veiny shaft until it slips free. The sudden bare head of his skin against mine as he slides back inside has me groaning into the pillow. 

He fucks harder after that - raw, deep and relentless – until he ploughs himself to the hilt and floods me. Hot pulses fill me completely, and he stays inside me for as long as he can, before pulling out. A thick trail of cum follows, leaking from my gaping hole and down my balls.

I stay still and listen as he dresses quickly, and then the door clicks shut.

I remain on all fours a little longer, still leaking, before finally rolling over and catching my breath. Eventually, I sit up, and that’s when I notice something metallic glinting near the edge of the bed. I reach for it and recognise the small band immediately. 

My uncles bracelet.

At university I got into an invite-only gay party. On the inside of a cubicle door in a bathroom on campus I found a phone number with ‘naughty gays’ written above it. I’d heard about a number you could message for an invite-only party. It would get written on a random toilet door then scrubbed off by cleaners and reappear somewhere else. I wasn’t sure it was even real. On the bus home I texted the number and 20 minutes later I got a text back. It was a rainy, miserable day and already getting dark despite being only late afternoon. They asked I go to a gay bar in the city centre the following night at 9pm. Feeling skeptical I went to the bar, a bit wary someone I knew might see me. I got a pint and waited at the bar. I was a little worried this was all a set up. Eventually, a camp guy strutted in and we made eye contact. Hardly anyone was there, it was like a Wednesday night. He asked if I’d texted him and then we sat in a booth at the back of the pub. He told me about the party and gave me a looking over. Then he took me into the bathroom where there were posters of gay muscle models on the wall. The guy groped my hard cock, then said ‘just making sure’. As he left, he said I’d get a text.

The following afternoon I got an address and password, and a date and time: Friday 10pm. It was in the city centre and on Friday I headed down there on the bus. I pressed the buzzer. A voice asked for the password, and I gave it. Then it was quiet. I looked behind me, it was a quiet street off the main strip of bars. Suddenly the buzzer sounded and door lock clicked. I went inside and in the foyer walked by two girls heading out. I wondered if they were students and if they knew me. The flat was in the basement. I knocked on the door and someone opened it a crack. Password? I told them. The door opened and I was ushered inside. It was quite dark with a few low level different coloured lights, and it took a few seconds for my eyes to acclimatise. It was an open plan flat with a big L shaped sofa and thick rugs on the floor. About 12 topless/naked men were there in total. Some in thongs and jockstraps. I was handed a bottle of beer and sat down. I could hear people having sex in the next room. Someone told me to relax and then head into the next room when I was ready. After a little while, a guy came into the main area and did a striptease. He had a great body and a big cock. Next to me a lot of the guys had their cocks out. People were making out and sucking each other. I found the fridge and had another beer. Back on the sofa I started making out with a guy and he got his cock out. He was an older guy. Very sexually confident. Hairy chest. No one was really talking. He led me into the next room, basically a bedroom with a big bed and then another mattress on the floor. Two guys were fucking a twink on the bed. Me and the guy got onto the mattress and started to fuck. After a few minutes I was hoisted onto the bed and another guy made out with me. Within a couple more minutes there were five men on me, everyone was naked. I was lying on my back with all their cocks out over me. Each one fucked me on the bed and I loved it. I took so many loads. In the bathroom I farted out a couple of loads and cleaned myself up. Back in the living room I was dressed, on the sofa with another bottle of beer and making out a little with one of the other twinks, he was a student too. He was in a jockstrap. He said he was going to sleepover there. I wanted to head but what was the protocol? The front door suddenly burst open and a load of cops came in. They started ID’ing people and when they seemed satisfied I slipped out into the night, the cold air exhilarating, and wondered towards the strip and got the late bus home.

Author’s note: All my characters are consenting adults (18+). All sexual acts depicted are consensual between the adult characters.

Chapter 1

Brock was already on the bench when I walked in, racking two-twenty like it was nothing. Black compression shirt soaked through between the shoulder blades, grey shorts hanging low on his hips, white crew socks pushed down around his ankles. The same look he always had at the gym — focused, a little bored, completely unaware of how many people watched him.
I dropped my bag and started warming up next to him.

“You’re late, bro.” he said without looking at me.

“Five minutes.”

“Still late.” He repped out another set, breath controlled, veins standing out on his forearms. When he sat up he dragged the bottom of his shirt across his face, flashing the thick dark hair on his stomach. “Spot me on incline.”

We fell into the usual rhythm. He lifted heavy. I kept up as best I could. Between sets he talked the way he always did — loud enough for half the floor to hear.

“See the redhead on the cables? Ass like that shouldn’t be legal. I would fuck her doggie against a dumpster.” He chalked his hands and glanced over my shoulder. “And the blonde by the squat rack. You see the way she looks at me when I walk past? Straight up thirsty. I would facefuck her until she’s gagging.”

I nodded and loaded another plate. Brock never asked if I was looking at the girls. He just assumed I was, or didn’t care that I wasn’t. He’d known I was gay for three years and still talked like this every single session. Sometimes I thought he did it on purpose.

By the time we finished legs my shirt was stuck to my back and Brock’s was completely transparent. He peeled it off the second we hit the locker room and threw it into his open bag. The smell hit me immediately, strong sweat, deodorant that had given up an hour ago, that thick male musk that only comes from a full hard session. His chest was still heaving. Dark hair ran from his pecs down the middle of his stomach and disappeared under the waistband of his shorts.
He grabbed his towel and phone.

“Gotta piss. Don’t let anyone steal my shit.”

The second the bathroom door swung shut I moved.
His bag was half-open. The black compression shorts he’d worn under the grey ones were right on top, still warm, damp in the pouch. My heart was already hammering. I glanced at the door, then reached in and pulled them out.

The crotch was soaked.
I brought them to my face and inhaled like a fucking addict.

Sweat. Musk. The sharp, salty scent of his cock and balls after ninety minutes of heavy lifting. My own dick went from soft to fully hard so fast it hurt. I pressed the wet fabric against my nose and mouth and breathed deeper, eyes half-closing. I could smell the exact place where the head of his cock had rested against the material. I was so hard it felt obscene.

I never heard him come back.
The door opened. Brock stopped mid-step.
For a second neither of us moved. He just stood there in his towel, staring at me on the bench with his used compression shorts crushed against my face.
His expression went from confusion to pure disgust in about two seconds.

“What the fuck are you doing, Adrian?”

I dropped them like they burned. “I—”

“Are you sniffing my fucking clothes?”

His voice wasn’t loud. It was worse. Cold. Disbelieving.
I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.
Brock stepped forward, snatched the shorts out of my lap and held them up between two fingers like they were contaminated.

“You nasty little faggot.” He laughed once, short and mean. “I leave for two minutes and you’re huffing my sweaty shit like a creep. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

My face was on fire. I couldn’t look at him.
He threw the shorts at my chest.

“Put them back. And keep your fucking hands off my stuff.”

I shoved them into his bag with shaking hands. Brock didn’t stop staring. Without showering he dried off his sweat slowly, pulled on clean black boxers and jeans, all while shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what he’d just seen.

“Three years I’ve known you’re gay,” he muttered. “Three years and I still find out new ways you’re a fucking pervert.”

He didn’t speak to me while we finished changing. He didn’t speak when we walked out to the parking lot. He just unlocked his truck, got in, and waited for me to climb into the passenger seat like always.
The second the doors closed he started.

“You actually get hard sniffing your best friend’s shorts? That’s where you’re at?”

I stared straight ahead. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry.” He laughed again and pulled out of the lot. “You’re sorry you got caught. Not sorry you did it.”

The rest of the drive was a slow, steady verbal beating. He kept his eyes on the road and his voice casual, like he was discussing the weather.

“I bet you jack off thinking about me, don’t you? Bet you’ve been sniffing my shit for months. Gym bag. Laundry. Fuck, do you go through my hamper when you come over?”

“No.”

“Liar. Look at you. Can’t even deny it properly.” He glanced sideways. “You’re hard right now, aren’t you? Sitting in my truck with a boner because I yelled at you. Because I smell like a real man.”

I didn’t answer. That was answer enough. I was obsessed with him.
Brock shook his head and turned up the music. We didn’t speak again until he pulled into my driveway.
He killed the engine and sat there for a moment, one wrist resting on the steering wheel.

“Inside,” he said. “You’re gonna make this right.”

My house felt smaller with him in it. Brock dropped onto the couch like he owned it, kicked his sneakers off, and spread his legs. His white crew socks were damp and grey along the soles.

“Beer,” he ordered. “And don’t take all day.”

I brought him a cold one. He took it without saying thank you, cracked it open, and drank half in one go. Then he looked down at his feet.

“Socks are rank after leg day. Get down there and deal with it.”

I stared at him.
Brock raised an eyebrow.

“You heard me. You wanted to smell my shit so bad in the locker room. Here’s your chance. On your knees.”

My face burned, but my cock was already throbbing again. I dropped to the floor between his spread knees. I dreamed about this since we were horny teenagers. Brock leaned back, one arm along the back of the couch, and watched me with open contempt.

“Smell them first,” he said. “Properly. Like you did with my shorts.”

I leaned in. The scent hit me hard — hot feet, sweat, rubber from his sneakers, that thick animal smell that only comes after a heavy work out session. I pressed my nose against the arch of his left foot and inhaled. Brock laughed under his breath.

“Fucking pathetic. Look at you. Straight-up addicted to another man’s stink. And I’m your bro since we’re kids.”

He lifted his foot and pressed the sole against my face, grinding slowly.

“Lick.”

I dragged my tongue from the heel all the way up to his toes. The taste was salty, slightly bitter, pure Brock. He made a low sound of disgust mixed with amusement and shoved his foot harder against my mouth.

“Both of them. Don’t stop until I say.”

I worked over his socks with my tongue while he drank his beer and scrolled on his phone like I was barely worth watching. Every so often he’d mutter something.

“Nasty little cocksucker. This is what you actually want, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” I replied sniffing him like a junkie needing a dose.

“Sniffing my shit in public. Fucking embarrassing.”

When the first sock was dark with my spit he made me peel it off with my teeth. The bare foot underneath was even stronger. I licked between his toes while he flexed them against my tongue. Brock reached down, grabbed a handful of my hair, and held my face against his sole.

“Breathe it in. That’s what a real man smells like after he actually works out. Not like whatever weak shit you do.”

He made me spend a long time on his feet. When he finally got bored he shoved me back by the forehead and spat. The warm spit landed across my cheek and lips.

“Wipe that off with your tongue. No hands.”

I did.
Brock watched me clean his spit off my own face and shook his head again, almost impressed by how low I was willing to go.

“You’re actually into this,” he said. “Getting treated like garbage by your straight friend. That’s the shit that gets you hard.”

He finished the beer, set the empty bottle on the table, and spread his legs wider.

“Another one. And this time stay on your knees when you bring it.”

I crawled to the kitchen, grabbed a second beer, and crawled back. Brock took it, cracked it, and then rested both bare feet on my shoulders like I was a piece of furniture.

“You’re gonna stay down there for a while,” he said calmly. “I had a long workout. My feet are tired. You’re going to keep them company while I relax.”

He turned the TV on and started scrolling through sports channels, one hand occasionally dropping down to adjust his hard cock through his jeans. Every few minutes he’d press a foot against my face again or make me kiss the arch, the toes, the damp heel. Sometimes he spat. Sometimes he just laughed when I got too into it.
The whole time his voice stayed lazy and mean. I was dizzy with desire.

“My little best friend is a faggot. Sniffing used underwear like a bitch in heat. “You’re lucky I don’t post about this shit. Your boyfriend would love to know what you do in the gym with me.”

I stayed on my knees on my own living-room floor, face buried against my straight friend’s sweaty feet, while he drank beer and watched television and treated me exactly like the thing he’d called me in the locker room.

And the worst part — the part that made my cock leak steadily into my shorts — was that I didn’t want him to stop.
Not even a little. I need more and more. Finally Brock discovered how much I wanted him.

I love posting on Reddit, X, discord, or other chat sites and having really sexy conversations. I always chicken out in the end 😭 but I always love making people describe what they want to do to me and all the different ways I’d fuck them and suck them dry. I especially love when they send dick pics or strapon picks, it makes me so horny thinking that people get that hard, just thinking about wanting to fuck me and cum inside me. Eventually I want to get fucked by a guy and stop chickening out, and one day I hope to get gangbanged, having multiple loads from different guys in me at the same time has been one of my biggest fantasies for genuine years.

A couple of months ago I (27m) went to a cruising spot in my area that I had been to a couple of times before. This spot is in a public park with a parking lot near some woods that don't get a lot of visitors normally so, it's pretty easy to cruise there without being seen. Guys would either meet in their cars or go into the walking trail.

When I got there, it was dark and there were a few other cars parked but I was pretty nervous and waited in my car for a while checking on Grindr. No one got out of their cars for a while and I got tired of waiting so, I got out of my car and headed into the wooded trail and waited for a bit near the entrance. Pretty soon, a stocky guy maybe in his 60s with a big beard followed me in. He came over to me and said "hi" and asked me how I'm doing. After chatting a bit, he pulled his cock out and we start making out and stroking each other. Pretty quickly though, he pushed my head down and I got on my knees and started sucking his cock.

I sucked this guys cock for a few minutes before I noticed that another guy had followed us into the woods and was watching us while stroking his cock. I waved the other guy over and started sucking one while wanking the other. It was my first time sucking off two guys off at a time but I love sucking cock so I was getting crazy horny and I was rock hard.

A few more guys started coming into the trail and joining us and making out and blowing each other and I ended up sucking them until they blew their loads in my mouth or on my face. By the end of it, I had swallowed like 4 loads and a couple of them came on my face before I ended up cumming while one guy stroked my cock. I thanked the last guy and then quickly drove home.

It was an all around awesome night and one of the craziest experiences I have had. I hope you enjoyed because I really wanted to share the experience but I'm not really out to the people I know.

All persons are 18+ and fully consenting.

After our first encounter, he started to hang around more and sleep at our house more often.

Our next encounter was when he came over for dinner and I had just bought a Rubiks Cube. I was learning how to solve it, but wasn’t very good at it. He wanted to help, so we go to the couch in our basement and he takes it apart.

The pieces fell all over the place, under the couch, in between the cushions…some into his crotch. I picked up what I could. I saw he had some in his crotch and went to grab them. I groped his crotch and noticed he was already rock hard.

Since everyone was awake, I decided not to do anything about, afraid we’d get caught. Once everyone was asleep, I took a shower to freshen up and I went to where he was sleeping.

When he saw me come down the stairs, he invited me to lay with him. We cuddled for a bit and I felt that same poke from before.

Before I knew it, we were jerking off and making out. We were there for a while until he came onto my shirt. I had to walk though the house with his cum on me. The though of getting caught made my dick twitch.

Btw, we played around all while my brother, his best friend was sleeping just a few feet away. Talk about being risky.

I knew the next time we met, I wanted to do more with him. Let’s just say, I gave him a good Christmas present.

Let me know if you want to hear more of our experiences.

Hey there everyone, I’m 50 bi and involved with a woman. When I first got with the woman I’m with I had told her I’m bi and that cock turned me on and she had no issues with it and we’ve been together for over a year and a half yet most of the time when we have sex I think of things yet I’d also like to share something else…

I’m a pretty straight looking and acting guy and many people would be shocked and possibly surprised by what I really think about and what turns me on especially as I’ve gotten older, when I was younger I used to be only into girls and pussy yet then when I turned 32 I started getting curious and started experimenting with guys and sucked my first cock as well as got sucked by a guy, as I’ve gotten older whenever I get horny I think of cock and get so much harder and hornier from cock then pussy and think cock is hotter then pussy too…

So back to when we have sex, when having sex I imagine I’m actually with a guy and think of cock to get hard for my woman and love actually doing her doggie so I can look at her ass imaging it a guy and sometimes I finger and toy my hole imagining it’s a cock going in me and I’m getting banged as I’m banging her and I get so hard and cum so much hard imaging all of this and I even think about what it be like being with guys instead of being with women..

I’ve brought up about having someone joining and sharing yet she had a bad experience in the past with that in a past relationship and she wants no parts of that and also I actually love chatting with guys more than women and Ive been checking out guys more too…

I may still check out women too, yet it seems my attraction has faded with them and I feel nothing down there like I used too and see I could be just friends with women yet would love to be with a man like I’ve been with women, so my question is does it seem like I may actually be gay or bi leaning towards being gay??

I love the idea of getting my throat ruined by a guy who's currently getting his ass destroyed. Especially licking up all 4 balls in front of my while I jerk myself off

This was a couple years ago at this point but I had just turned of age and was super horny and super curious since I had never really done much intimate stuff before. I made a Reddit account and found a gay hookups subreddit for my city. After browsing a little I decided to make a post.

I said I just turned of age and was looking to do something fun. Within minutes I had tons of message requests which was wild for me. This one guy fought my eye tho because he said he was at the community centre 5 minutes from my house. I figured it was a short walk and if anything bad happened there would be people nearby.

We met up in one of those single room bathrooms. He was a a good bit shorter than me (I’m 6’3 so I’d say he was maybe 5’2ish), had brown skin and a greying beard. He immediately told me to kneel which I did and he dropped his pants revealing an average sized cock (which relieved me since i was worried I’d throw up if it was too big)

I put my hands around it and began to lick the tip. It felt weird but also really hot so I kept going, a little further each time. I assume I wasn’t doing a good enough job tho because he grabbed the sides of my head and began thrusting back and forth. At first this was actually really fun but he pushed deeper and deeper and I could feel myself starting to gag. I hobbled back to get some space but he just stepped forward, I tried to back up more until I was up against the wall. He stepped closer and started thrusting faster. Then deeper, and then faster until thick saliva was leaking out of my mouth and I couldn’t breathe.

I tried to get him to slow down but I couldn’t speak (duh) and he had thrown his head back and wasn’t looking at me. When my eyes watered and head started to feel fuzzy he thrust forward, pushing my head against the wall and then ramming his cock to the back of my mouth. I could feel and taste as his salty cum oozes down my throat. He pulled out his cock and I collapsed on all fours taking deep breaths between coughs. He didn’t even ask is I was ok, just zipped up his pants and left.

So I dont really know where to start but ever since I was in highschool and was had to go into a bathroom every week with my classmates where they would strip to their underwear and change ive been a tad obsessed with seeing the full packages. Now Ive managed to steal some glances at boners and bulges and on the off chance i even managed to cop a feel or see the real thing in person. However recently ive upped my game and managed to get nudes and suggestive videos from a view of my friends. And honestly its only feeding this obsession more as i might start trying to anonymously pay them for sexual content. Id love to hear any feedback or advice

Idk why I can’t stop. I feel like I’m lowkey addicted.

I (25 M) am happily married to my best friend (25 F) she’s honestly the best person I’ve ever known. I truly love her like no other.

But I can’t stop looking for cocks to suck. It started back in high school, I was a virgin and too into porn, I got curious and downloaded Grindr. I invited another guy my age over while my parents were out, I was so scared until he kissed me, after that I surrendered to him. He pushed me down on the couch and took control, kissing and groping me everywhere. I felt so submissive and small under him.

He carried me to my room and laid me down on the bed and stripped me naked. I remember when he finally took his cock out I felt something switch in me. I needed to taste it. I gave him what probably wasn’t a very good bj but I tried to make it slow and teasing and sensual. He asked to fuck me and I said yes but it hurt too much, so I sucked him until he came in my mouth. I learnt then that I don’t like reciprocation, I just want to please.

Anyways off and on since then I will download the app or look on reddit and find a mouthwatering cock to suck off and even get fucked by a couple times, which are stories for another time.

Basically what I’m trying to say is no matter how long I bury that part of me, he always resurfaces, hungry for hung uncut cocks. I can’t ignore it, it just fulfills something inside me

My favorite sexual activity is oral sex. I love having my dick sucked, however I also love eating pussy and making women orgasm with just my mouth (and sometimes fingers). Unfortunately after a couple of years of dating my GF confessed to me that she hates sucking dick and finds it degrading etc. I love her still so just breaking up didn’t seem like a plausible option. At first I went looking for women to hook up with NSA and get some head that way. Unfortunately I was not just unsuccessful but also felt immensely guilty for trying.

Just as I gave up the search an old friend from my childhood reached out to me looking to reconnect with the old crew from our neighborhood. After a night of reconnecting and drinking while sitting on Paul’s couch he informed me that he was gay. I of course had no issues with that and thanked him for letting me know and including me. Paul kept steering the conversation towards sexual topics and finally it came up that my GF doesn’t want to suck my dick anymore. Without any hesitation Paul offered to blow me right then and there. Almost as surprising I agreed to his offer eagerly. Paul gave me the single best blowjob I’ve ever had, seriously his technique should be studied. After he drained me I offered to return the favor but Paul declined saying that he just wanted to help a friend in need.

That was 4 months ago and Paul and I have been having this sort of friends with benefits thing going on the entire time. We watch every major sporting event together as our excuse to spend so much time together.

I’m also happy to report that I have been returning the favor to Paul as well. He says I have a surprisingly talented mouth for a beginner.

I had a straight dude friend who was recently in a bad car accident and he’s been in the hospital with a broken arm and leg and other injuries. I visited him a couple of nights ago and of course told him to let me know if I could help with anything, and he asked if I’d jack him off because he can’t do it himself and hadn’t busted a nut in almost a week. (He knows I’m gay btw we’ve just been good guy friends for years.)

Anyways I lifted the hospital gown and pulled his boxers down and rubbed one out for him. He came in like 90 seconds and shot like 10 ropes of cum (which was hot and all) but now I’m getting turned on by the idea of getting guys off who are in casts and can’t do it themselves.

I’m not sure if there’s a word for it but I’m going back to the hospital tomorrow and am gonna see if he’ll need another hand.

Throwaway account.

My neighbor is the last person you would ever expect. He is covered in tattoos, always decked out in heavy lifting gear, a proud veteran, and super, super conservative with a Trump flag and tactical gear in the garage. We work out together sometimes. I am a smaller, fit, natural lifter, and he is just massive.

We are both married to women, and his wife is traditional with two kids. My wife and I have been married for a few years, and things have been pretty routine.

I have used Grindr on and off over the years with my location set to imprecise. One day, I am scrolling, and his profile pops up. At first, I thought his phone had been hacked or someone was catfishing him using his gym pics.

We started chatting, and within a few messages, he sent some nudes, including one of his massive cock. I immediately knew it was him because of a very distinct detail on his hand, and there was no denying it.

On his end, my profile was totally blank with no face pic and zero personal details. He had no idea who he was talking to or that it was his next door gym partner. We agreed on a quick, anonymous meetup.

He told me he had security cameras all around the property, so he instructed me to use the side door and wear all black to blend into the shadows. I pulled on a dark hoodie, cinching the drawstrings tight around my face so that only my eyes were exposed to the night air.

It went down late at night. The side door clicked unlocked, and he had the blackout shades drawn tight against the glass. When I slipped inside and stood under the dim garage light, he reached out and grabbed the edge of my hood.

"Take the hood off," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

The second I pulled it back and my face was fully exposed, his eyes went wide with absolute shock, and he froze in place. The harsh reality hit him hard that the anonymous guy from next door was his regular workout partner.

Instead of freaking out, the surprise just fueled him. The hyper-masculine energy he usually channels into deadlifts shifted entirely onto me.

The flat bench where we usually worked out was tucked around the corner, completely out of direct line-of-sight from the side door. If his wife woke up and wandered out, we only had about five seconds of warning before they could round the corner and see us, a terrifying risk that made every single second infinitely more electric.

Before we even made it to the bench, he pushed me down to my knees right on the cold concrete floor. He grabbed the back of my head, guiding my face straight to his heavy length, and I took him deep down my throat, gagging slightly on his thick girth while he pumped into my mouth with heavy, commanding strokes.

After making me swallow his pre-cum, he hauled me back up by my hips and told me to turn around and bend over a thick rubber gym mat. He dropped to his knees right behind me, spreading my cheeks wide with his massive, calloused hands. He buried his face deep between my legs, his hot breath ghosting over my skin before his tongue aggressively lashed right across my sensitive hole. He ate me out with a rough, ravenous hunger, flicking and probing deep inside me while I gripped the edges of the mat, my body shuddering and dripping as his beard scraped against my thighs.

Needing to taste him back just as thoroughly, I spun around, shoved him down onto his back on the mat, and spread his legs wide. I buried my face straight into his crotch, wrapping my lips around his heavy, sagging balls and sucking them deep into my mouth while my hand worked his thick, throbbing shaft. I swirled my tongue in wide, wet circles around his heavy head, lapping up his scent and his pre-cum until he was groaning, his massive fingers digging desperately into the rubber floor in sheer heat.

Only after thoroughly trading worship like that did he pull me up and lead me around the corner to the flat bench, safely hidden out of sight from the entrance. He shoved my face down hard into the padded vinyl, and before I could even adjust, he yanked my shorts and underwear down in one swift pull, exposing my bare ass to the cool garage air. He did not bother using any lube or prep, just spat heavily into his palm, coated his thick, heavy length, and pressed the head right against me.

With a low grunt, he shoved straight inside me in one deep, merciless thrust that forced a sharp gasp out of me against the bench. He did not ease into it at all. He gripped my hips with those massive hands so tightly that his fingers dug deep into my skin, knowing it would leave bruises. He started pounding into me right away, using the exact same explosive power he brings to heavy squats. Every single thrust slammed my chest further into the pad and shook the entire metal bench frame against the concrete floor.

He was talking dirty the whole time, whispering deep and rough right in my ear about how he had been eyeing my tight build in the gym for months, completely stripping away the loud, patriotic persona he puts on for the neighborhood. He called me his tight little slut while he hammered away at me, his heavy breathing and skin slapping against mine echoing in the quiet garage.

He kept a suffocating grip on the back of my neck, pulling my hair and forcing me to take every single inch as he sped up his tempo into a brutal, relentless rhythm. Just as I felt my body completely melting under the weight of it, he gave a final, guttural growl, buried himself as deep as he could go, and pumped his hot load straight inside me in heavy, pulsing surges. He fucked me raw.

Afterward, we both just silently zipped up, and he agreed that we never speak of this outside before I slipped back out his house.

To this date, I still keep those exact underwear stained with his cum hidden away, pulling them out to smell and stroke myself to whenever the neighborhood gets too quiet.

Now, still look each other dead in the eye while both of our wives were watering plants a few yards away. And yes, we still work out, no homo.

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Edit: About him. Picture Dan Bilzerian, but he is blonde. He is completely covered in full sleeves and torso ink. He is thick with body hair. He has rounded shoulders and a massive rear end. He usually squats in Fabletics, and the sweat drips from his back into his crack.

He daily-drives a jacked-up Jeep.
He has a thick, trimmed beard and a permanent smirk. His forearms are carved with thick veins. He usually wears beat-up sunglasses, and a tight XXL T-shirt.

There are some nights that stay with you because they change the way you see someone you thought you already knew. This was one of those nights.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been attracted to older men, particularly men with a bigger, rugged build. Uncle T happened to fit that description perfectly. He was older, broad-shouldered, and exceptionally hairy, the kind of presence that was difficult for me not to notice.

At the time, I was living alone in a comfortable two-bedroom apartment. One afternoon, my cousin texted to say that he and his dad, Uncle T, would be visiting town the following day and suggested that we meet for drinks. I agreed without hesitation.

We initially planned to have dinner and drinks at a trendy new bar that had recently opened near my apartment. When we arrived, though, it quickly became obvious that Uncle T wasn’t enjoying the atmosphere. My cousin, meanwhile, was having a great time.

Not wanting to spoil his evening, I suggested that Uncle T could come back to my place instead. We could have a few drinks, order some food, and relax. He immediately seemed interested, while my cousin decided to stay out. We agreed that Uncle T would come back with me and my cousin would return to his hotel later.

The difference in Uncle T was noticeable as soon as we stepped through my front door. He seemed more comfortable, almost relieved to be somewhere quieter. I opened a bottle of Scotch, and we settled into an easy conversation.

We talked about everything from work, family, politics, relationships, and life in general. As the evening progressed, the conversation became increasingly personal. He asked about my dating life, whether I was seeing anyone, and what sort of people I was interested in.

Although I was already out to my cousin, I wasn’t sure whether Uncle T knew I was gay. Eventually, after avoiding the subject several times, I decided there was little point in pretending.

“I’m gay,” I told him. “I date men.” He became quiet for a moment.
“I didn’t know,” he said.

There was no anger or judgment in his voice, just genuine surprise. He asked a few questions about my life and the kinds of men I dated. I explained that I’m drawn to older, larger, more rugged men. The conversation was awkward at first, but his curiosity seemed genuine.

As the Scotch disappeared from the bottle, I became more confident and less guarded. I admitted that I had always been drawn to men with his sort of build. He laughed and asked whether I was serious.
“Very,” I said.

For a moment, neither of us knew what to say.
The atmosphere had changed. It wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable, but there was a new awareness between us. Awareness that hadn’t existed when the evening began. I realized that I’d said more than I’d intended, and he seemed equally unsure about how to respond.

Eventually, he excused himself to use the bathroom while I began clearing the glasses and plates from the table.
I tried to collect my thoughts. The evening had taken an unexpected turn, and I couldn’t decide whether I regretted being so open or was simply embarrassed by how honest I’d become.

A few minutes later, I heard the bathroom door open.
I continued facing the table, pretending to concentrate on cleaning. Then I heard his voice behind me.
“Hey.”
I turned around.

He stood there with his shirt partly unbuttoned, revealing the thick hair across his chest. He looked at me for a long moment before giving a faint, amused smile.
“You really weren’t joking, were you?”
I laughed nervously.
“No.”
He shook his head, still smiling.
“You’re something else.”

For a moment, we simply stood there, both aware that the conversation had crossed into territory neither of us had expected. But whatever tension existed, there was also a clear boundary neither of us intended to cross.

He buttoned his shirt again and returned to his seat.
We finished our drinks, talked until well into the night, and eventually the conversation became lighter again. Yet something had undeniably changed. I had seen a side of Uncle T I had never noticed before not necessarily because of anything that happened, but because, for the first time, we’d spoken openly and honestly about a part of myself I’d always kept hidden from him.

When I finally went to bed that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation.
It hadn’t gone the way I’d imagined.
In some ways, it had been much stranger.
And somehow, much more memorable.

But this isn’t the end of the night. It just started.

And it felt good. Not just good like cause it’s a blow job but felt good like in my heart. I felt nice to be wanted sexually. I felt nice not to have to beg for pleasure. And of course, a mouth on your cock felt good.
We are both professionals in our field. Married to women. And neither of us consider this gay. Fulfilling a need and desire safely.
He’s still learning. But he’s eager. The first time reminded me of the very first blowjob I got from a girl in the backseat. It was awkward and. And no rhythm.
He’s gotten better as he’s learned. Someday he wants to swallow. But he’s not there yet.
He usually come while he’s sucking me.
And then I jerk off for him to watch.

He’s very happy with the relationship.
I am as well.
The point of this is you can find somebody who wants what you want.
If you wanna find somebody who wants to learn how to suck dick on your cock, they are out there.
Or if you just wanna learn how to suck a dick and are looking for a patient guy to let you practice, they are also out there.
Considering we were naked around each other a couple times and both felt safe… I would call him a friend.
He’s currently on vacation with his family at the Grand Canyon and he’s gonna bring me back a souvenir. He is looking forward to dropping it off at my place when he gets back.
Just stay safe.

Ok the title is a little dramatic but def bisexual, and it feels like the tide is changing fast lol. So for a little context, I’m in my mid 20s and I’ve been in a very sexually active, happy, heterosexual relationship for the past few years. But I’ve always sorta caught myself checking guys out in public whether it’s just glancing at them or checking out their crotch/ butts. I never really thought too much into it bc I guess I kinda just assumed that It’s just a natural human reaction that happens for everyone.

But recently I’ve been experimenting with my own butt a little more frequently. Nothing too crazy just a finger or back of a brush in the shower. My gf doesn’t know about this but again I didn’t think too much into it bc I hear all the time “just because you like anal pleasure, doesn’t mean you’re gay”. So I was keeping it to myself and everything was normal. But recently while watching porn, I caught myself questioning which person in the video I wanted to be. The girl on her hands and knees, getting pounded from behind, taking in every inch on his dick and loving it. Or the guy doing it to her… which I love and have done my entire sexual life, but suddenly I’m intrigued by the other perspective. I don’t know if I necessarily want to get fucked but I can’t stop thinking about having sex with a man.