How I became a man slut - a bisexual man - a fantasy. Part I

My name is Paul. I have been married for thirty long years, and, for all my 60 years, heterosexual. Certainly, I am accepting of the gay and bisexual lifestyle, but this wasn’t for me. Last year, I had a brief fling with a lady, especially when my wife stopped liking sex. I want another affair, but so far, no luck.

I took my frustrations out by going to the gym. In the past year, I lost weight and gained nice muscle tone. I liked how my physique looked when looking at myself in the mirror. Not bad for ‘60’. However, the ladies in the gym were either too old, too young, or more interested in the young personal trainers.
One day, I was lifting weights, and in the large mirror, I noticed a man looking my way. When our eyes met, he smiled and gave me a thumbs-up. Was this man, whom he had never seen before, making a pass at me?

I quickly looked away; my workout was ruined. Why couldn’t it have been a sexy blonde? After a few moments, I looked back, and the stranger was gone, perhaps taking my reaction as a “no”. I thought to myself, “Sorry Dude, you’re not my type.”

That night, while I lay in bed with my frigid wife, I found myself thinking of this stranger and getting a strong erection. I tried to shake the thought away, but I returned to thinking about this man, fantasizing about another man’s body and cock.

I got up in the middle of the night with a raging hard-on and went to the basement to jack off. There was a time when I would fantasize about a sexy young secretary or another woman and awaken my wife for some hot sex. Now, it was just my hand and me.

As I masturbated in the basement, I tried to think of a sexy lady but would always come back to another man’s cock in my hand and mouth. What was happening to me?

After a few nights, I began to wonder if I would see this man again in the gym. I began to hope to see this man in the gym. I had to admit, I had become bi-curious, and the thought did not repulse me; just the opposite, it excited me.

After a few visits to the gym, I was in luck. He was working on one of the lifting machines, and he did not notice me. I was able to look at him between two machines. He was clearly a gay man; I could tell by his colorful gym wear. He appeared in good shape and younger, with a soft, easy-going face. My heart was racing, and I began to doubt myself. Could I go through with having sex with another man? I turned away, and when I looked back, he was not on the machine. At that moment, I heard a soft voice behind me, “Looking for me, handsome?”

I gulped and nervously turned, and he was smiling. He said, “I remember you, stud.”

He continued, “I’m Jon, nice chest, dude.”

He smiled, that same smile, and gave me a thumbs up, and all I could muster up was, “Hello, I’m Paul.”

He could tell I was unnerved and suggested we meet at the bar nearby after we cleaned up. I agreed, “I could use a scotch right now.”

He went into the locker room, and I waited a bit; this seemed awkward. I eventually went in, and he was toweling off, naked. We were the only people in the room, and he said with a laugh, “Don’t worry, I’ve seen naked men before.”

He noticed my attention turned toward his cock and he said, “All in good time.”

Embarrassed, but I felt an odd twinge in my cock. I thought, “Was I getting turned on?”

He slowly dried off as I undressed. He watched and noticed my cock was semi-hard. He whispered, “Excited, are we? I am going to enjoy that.”

As I walked to the shower, he was watching, and I felt my cock grow harder. I was turned on by being naked with another man, and oddly, it felt good.

He called out, “I’ll meet you at the bar.”

At the bar, we shared Scotch and made awkward small talk. The bar was empty, and I felt a hand touch my leg, caressing my thigh. I was wearing shorts, so his hand was on my skin. He smiled, “Nice muscles, but you seem tense.”
I replied, “I have never been with a man.”

His hand crept higher, up my shorts. It got difficult to concentrate. Jon smiled, “A virgin, I love it.”

His hand brushed against my erect cock, and he said, “You seem turned on; let’s get out of here. I will be gentle.”

He gave my cock head a quick squeeze, and then composed himself, one last sip. I had difficulty getting off the bar stool. I was in full erection. Erect because of this man, what was happening to me?

As we drove separately to his townhouse, doubts crept into my mind. There was still time to forget this foolishness. I thought, “Go home and jerk off, and find a lady to have an affair with.”

However, I found myself in his driveway. He told me to wait a few moments and then walk in.

When I entered his home, I heard Jon call me to come upstairs. His home was neat, with nice furniture and paintings on the wall. He lived alone but had a close partner. Like me, his partner was not as sexual as he once was, so Jon looked for other men to fill that need.

When I reached the bedroom, Jon, in a black silk robe, was holding a bottle of Scotch and two glasses. His robe was loosely tied, and I looked silly in shorts and a button-down shirt.

Jon handed me a Scotch, and as I sipped it, he began to undress me. I was amazed at how quickly we went from meeting in the gym and the bar to his bedroom. It took weeks of planning to seduce a lady, and here I was being undressed within an hour of meeting.

He unbuttoned my shirt slowly, feeling and at times, kissing my chest. I asked, quite innocently, “What am I supposed to do?”

He giggled, “Virgin man, just enjoy the vibe, leave it to me.”

I stood there, feeling awkward and yet amazed, being touched seductively by another man. Jon caressed my nipple while kissing the other, sending a pleasurable shock wave through my surprised body. His touch, his soft kiss on my chest, made my cock stiffen, pressing hard against my shorts.

He worked his way down until he was at my waist, then slowly slid his hand over my cock and down to my exposed thigh. He looked up and smiled, saying, “Like this, I see.”

His hand slid under my shorts through the leg opening, touching the head of my overly excited cock. I closed my eyes and let out a loud moan.

Jon undid my shorts, and they fell to my ankles. He slid off my underwear, and I was naked. My cock is fully erect, standing straight out. I looked down as he began to softly caress my shaft and lightly gripped my balls. I moaned again as he caressed my engulfed mushroom cock head.

He kissed my cockhead and moved his wet tongue down my shaft and back up. His motion was slow and seductive; he knew what he was doing. I felt pain, the intense need to climax, yet also felt a pleasure I had never experienced. I didn’t want this to end. Jon didn’t want this to end. As I began to think I would get the best blow job ever, he left my cock and kissed his way up my chest. I wanted to push his head down to my aching cock, as I did several times when a woman was hesitant to suck my cock. Yet, I was frozen, unable to be the dominant partner.

He kissed my neck and stood back slightly and untied his silky black robe. I saw his hairless, smooth, hard cock, about the same size as mine, a healthy 7” thick and large cockhead. The sight of his cock put me over the edge; I was ready to have sex with this man. No doubts. What the hell was happening to me?

He pulled me into a tight embrace, and I felt our cocks touch as he slowly gyrated his hips. Instinctively, I began to gyrate, and our cocks were locked together. Then he ran his hands through my hair and kissed me.

OMG, I was kissing another man. I recoiled, but his hand gripped my head, and our bodies were still in a tight embrace. He softly said, “Close your eyes, imagine kissing a beautiful lady and trust me.”

I did as he said, trying to conjure up a new young secretary in my office, as I felt soft lips on mine. I fought my body, which wanted to pull away again. Then, my lips opened, and I felt his tongue reaching for mine. The moment they met, along with our grinding cocks, I felt Jon’s intense passion run through my body. I could not imagine my cock getting any harder; my legs felt weak as I moaned and wobbled.

Jon felt my weakness and motioned for me to lie on his large king-size bed. He told me to prop my head on his numerous pillows. As I positioned myself on his comfortable bed, he began to crawl towards me, still wearing the black robe. His erect cock is clearly in sight. He looked like the tiger moving towards his prey, slowly. My cock was standing straight up, as he smiled, knowing I was his. Just as he reached my legs, he slipped off the robe and soon, his lips were back on my cock.

Once again, I was anxious for what would be the best blow job ever. He licked and kissed my cock all over and began to take me into his warm, wet mouth. I moved my hands towards the back of his head, as I did with every lady that was on my cock. But he stopped and moved my hands away and smiled, “I am in control, my man virgin, relax and enjoy.”

He was in control, and I didn’t mind, as he took my cock deep, expertly moving his tongue at just the right cadence. I wanted to climax; he wanted to keep me on the edge, making the experience last. I was moaning and nearly begged him to take me.

He took his time, but when he sensed I was about to climax, he changed his motion, and the feeling subsided. By now, any lady would have been swallowing my seed, but Jon was not ready to take mine.

Then he slowed and moved away from my overly engorged cock.

He moved his body up and asked, “Are you ok, my man virgin?”

I could barely answer, and that made him grin, “You’re going to love this, your first man-sex.”

His cock was once again grinding mine and he moved in for more passionate kissing. This time, I welcomed his tongue and wondered what he would do next.

I felt him shift his hips and his cock slid between my legs. I thought, “OMG, he was going to fuck me.”

His cock moved over my anus, and I was surprised how good this felt. I was not into anal sex with any of my ladies and used to think of gay sex as repulsive. Yet, he was teasing my anus and looking at my face.

My thoughts struggled with wanting his cock in my anus and demurring. He kept teasing and, after he readjusted his position, I felt his cockhead push ever so slightly in my anus. I was in such a deep state of desire and passion that I decided I didn’t care. Whatever Jon wants, I was his to use. I felt a deep submission, a feeling I had never once had with anyone before.

Jon backed off and resumed grinding my cock. He said, “That’s just a tease, for the future, my man-slut.”

I didn’t know if I was relieved or disappointed, but he broke through my thoughts and asked, “When you fantasized about me, did you suck my cock?”

I thought about the dreams and realized, yes, I was almost always sucking his cock. I fantasized a few times about his cock in my ass, as well. I rarely dreamed of his mouth on my cock. Odd?

When I told him, he said, “Ahhh, my man-virgin is a bottom man. I liked that, as I am versatile.”

I got the drift: some men like to pitch, some like to catch, and some go both ways. He had me as a catcher, when I always pitched when with a lady.

I felt the mood slip, but he brought it right back, with a passionate kiss, and then he shifted back and began to suck my cock again. My desire and passion returned, as I wanted to climax and moaned uncontrollably.

I knew I had pre-cummed several times, and once again he held back and moved back to my lips. He assured me he was going to take my climax soon. When I wondered as he moved further up, and soon I was staring at his large, smooth cock, just inches from my lips. He reached for my head and began to instruct me. “Kiss my cock, man slut, lick and kiss my cockhead. Now!”

I was always the verbal partner, but not now. His words were strong, demanding and I succumbed to his dominance.
And, for the first time, I was sucking on another man’s hard cock. And, I liked how it felt, as I began my journey into being, as Jon said, “A man slut, a cock slut”.