I had just returned from a an anniversary trip with my wife from mexico, during which I had a bizarre encounter with another male, that left me pissed off, confused and frustrated. Only a few minutes of that was spent thinking that guy was possibly hitting n me. At first it was no big deal and then I found myself wondering what would it be like. Well, the guy ended up pissing me off for some other reason and all of that emotion quickly turned to me thinking that I might have to hurt the guy, real bad. This was one of our last nights and I'm sure we were all burnt by the sun, beer and tequila, but I just couldn't square up the whole encounter and the clear avoidance of the guy for the next two days just made me wonder. I'm pretty sure I threatened to kill him, but at the same time I was really curious about what I might let happen if things had gone in another direction.

After a few days back home, while slowly getting back into the grind, I began thinking some more about that other direction. I began thinking about quite a bit, actually. I was still new to the internet, we all were at that point, but I had started seeing chat rooms and yahoo groups dedicated to porn and adult topics and the veil of the internet let me venture into some taboo arenas. I found several groups where the discussion was Bi-curious men, peeking either in-to or out-of the closet. Soon, I was spending a lot of time in these chat rooms and groups. It seems like such an elementary thing now, but I had figured out how to split my screen and in one browser I'd have a chat room open and in the other I'd be surfing porn.

All of the sudden I was seeing and discussing all of these deep, secret fantasies about complete abandonment of sexual limitations. Logical thinking easily saw me beginning to believe that a man was bound to be better at sucking dick than woman and I want to experience both ends of it.
I had begun regularly chatting with a guy who live nearby and one day we arranged to meet at a hotel. I was super nervous, but also excited.
He said he would bring some beer and so all I need to bring was me. I drove to the hotel and looked for the vehicle he described. When I saw his car parked already, I got a huge lump in my throat and tried my best to remain calm. He walked over to my driver side window and introduced himself. He then told me the room number and asked me to wait a few minutes because he needed to go beck inside and confirm the room. He had it reserved, but didn't want to commit until I showed up. I didn't think about it then, but that was the move of a man with experience.

We entered the room and I nervously paced a little, then sat down in a chair, he sat down on the bed. We chatted for a little while, and then I guess he realized that I wasn't going to make a move so he stood up, unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to the floor and boldly said so what is it that you want to do right now. He was already pretty hard and all I could do was stand up myself, drop my shorts (neither of us had worn under ware) and then I dropped to my knees and put both of my hands of his dick. My mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts, but the prevailing thought was, you're already this far, go on... Once I admitted to myself that this was happening, I put my mount over the tip of his hardening cock. I water t really get lost in the moment, but I still had this nagging feeling that I was so totally fucking my whole life up. I was way more than nervous, I was on the verge of complete abandon.

I was scared the whole time, but I was determined not to chicken out. So as I landed myself in a somewhat familiar place of wanting to make others happy, his semi-hard cock kept growing larger and harder. I remember that I kept having to f***e my mouth around his growing cock on each upward movement...

Okay, sorry but writing this has made me so un controllably horny that I need to go release.