biman

A bit of history: I had my first sexual experience when I was too young even to know its significance. I was a kid and I had a hard-on, so I played with it and it felt really good. So I continued. For years. In fact I still do. Sometimes, there’s just no beating the feeling of stroking my stiff dick and sensing those nerves tingling in my cock and balls.

Of course, I learned that it was wrong to play with your own cock. So I started playing with the lad next door’s cock. In truth, I never stopped playing with my own, either, but now I know that, actually, it’s OK to play with your own cock and masturbation is normal and enjoyable and most of the population does it – even  women. It’s just that no-one will admit it. Well only we few enlightened ones, eh?

Anyway, for years after wanking the boy next door, I fantasised about what I’d do with every stiff cock that seeped into my imagination. I used to catch glimpses of men in changing rooms, in magazines and all the other places that I could. It was ages, and I mean ages, before technology enabled me to get my hands on another man’s cock again. Yes, technology has revolutionised sex. Without the Internet, mobile phones, email, digital cameras and all the other paraphernalia that enables me to see, make contact with and wank over all those millions of sexual people out there, I wouldn’t have made peace with my bi side.

I’ve told you about my first two tastes of cock. It’s hard to remember the times when it was really difficult to see good-quality porn, with hard, spunky dicks. There was never any shortage of fine looking naked women, but stiffies were definitely no-nos in mainstream soft porn. Then came the Internet, lots of hardcore, webcams, chatrooms and all the rest.

So, with a mobile phone number and a rendezvous point, I set out for cock-encounter number three. We arranged to meet at a motorway services. I had a day off work and he was between calls. He was overweight (most of them have been!) and dressed in a pale grey business suit. I followed his car to a village about five miles from the service area. We parked up and set off on a short walk. When the coast was clear, his hand was down the front of my jeans. I felt I should do the same. He had a nice, thick cock, unseen as yet, not massive, but a good width. He was very nervous about being spotted by a passer-by, but we kept walking then having a good feel.

We found a bit of shelter in some woods, trains passing close by every few minutes, and the pants came down. I’d scared myself a bit that I was going to catch something horrible, so I’d taken to insisting on putting a condom on anyone I sucked. This must have been a bit of a strange thing for him, but he accepted it and soon I was sitting on the ground, my dick pointing to the sky as I gobbled his rubber-clad cock. I used to use flavoured condoms to improve the experience. The strawberry ones weren’t too bad looking, being bright red, but the mint ones made the cock look like some big green monster and the banana flavour johnnies were a fluorescent yellow.

I have to confess I can’t remember what flavour I rolled on to the businessman’s erection, but I have a sneaking recollection it was mint.  He had no such qualms and eagerly sucked my cock and drank my spunk. I sucked his clad cock for a few minutes then sensed he was close to orgasm. Off came the minty coat and I wanked his thick dick till it spurted his white, hot semen all over my belly. I remember some shot up my coat sleeve as my fist pumped his foreskin up and down the shaft. I can still picture it: stringy, white, clinging to the end of my coat. He wiped it off for me. Shame, I wanted to walk back to the cars with it still visible: a little reminder of our snatched sex adventure for any passers by that looked closely enough at the incongruous couple: a suit-clad businessman and a casually dressed fella with a sleeve of spunk and a damp belly, a subsiding penis leaking the last droplets of my own sperm into my sticky undies.

We never met again. He was probably horrified at this strange man that insisted on slapping a condom on his cock before he stuffed it between his lips. I don’t insist any more. I love the taste of naked cock flesh in my mouth.