The following is a true story from my personal life. Some identifying details are omitted. I am writing this so I can relive the awesome memory and not forget. Hope you enjoy.
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I first began to appreciate the male form when I was a teenager. Before that I was only turned on by women, and I still am. But I have always been a bit of a nonconformist, so I think my sexual attraction to men probably came out of my desire just to try something new. To this day, I have preferred to get off by fantasizing about having sex with someone that I know. The porn has always been more of a background stimulant—the real turn on is the familiar face in my mind's eye.
Somewhere along the line, I grew bored of jacking it to the same girls I had been attracted to for years. You can only stroke it to good old Mary a finite number of times. I don't remember how the thought first occurred to me, but there was this guy who worked at the same place I did. Real attractive dude—tan, thin, very chiseled face. I found myself staring at him all the time, but for a while I never thought about him sexually. Until one day I did.
I quickly found that thinking about fucking Steve made me really hard. Then I went a step further, looking up gay porn on my laptop. It was a whole new world, one that felt almost taboo, and it turned me on big time. That night I jerked my cock fantasizing about Steve. I still remember the orgasm—it was so intense, just a huge rush of pleasure.
From then on I was hooked. Over time, gay porn came to replace straight as my primary jerk off material. But for eight years I did not act on this secret fantasy. Nobody in my life—and I mean nobody—has a clue that I often fantasize about sex with men. After all, I still date women and had a relationship that lasted several years. I guess you could classify me as some sort of bisexual. Truth is that my sex life is no one's business, and I would like it to stay that way. After I broke up with my last girlfriend, though, I knew the time had come. I needed to act on this fantasy.
I started by going on Craigslist, which is a surprisingly good source for legit hookups. My first gay experience came in a dorm room with a guy who unfortunately looked nothing like his pictures. We made out and sucked each other off, but the whole fiasco was so bad that I almost gave up men as a lost cause. But I kept going, hoping for something hot. I got three more hookups that consisted of more kissing and oral, but they were nothing special. What I really wanted to do was fuck, but none of these guys were up for that, plus they weren't that attractive in real life. One thing I quickly learned though—sucking a cock is pretty easy. Even swallowing cum isn't so bad. Girls make a big deal out of it blowjobs, but now I know that licking a pussy is actually much more difficult.
Anyway, back to my gay sex adventures. After a few months I realized that the whole Craigslist thing wasn't working the way I had hoped, so I finally grew some balls and downloaded Grindr. Forgive me for my choice of words, but it really is a smorgasbord of hot men. I'm a sucker for a tight body and a handsome face, and Grindr is filled with my type. That's where I met Matt.
At first, all I could see was his profile picture—a shot of his rippling abs. I could also see from his description that he was 25, Asian, tall, and a bottom. We went through the customary ritual, starting with the initial greeting and exchange of pictures. After seeing his chiseled face, short hair, and tight, muscular body, I knew I wanted him very badly. I tried not to get too excited, though, because I had previously messaged hot guys who seemed into it and ready to meet...and then of course I never heard from them again.
