A Married Man and His Gay Porno

Let me set some background for this story. I am a bi male who has had feelings for guys along with women since I was a kid. But since I never lost any attraction for females, I was always quite unsure about the part of me that was attracted to guys. I always rationalized that all those feelings were just some harmless fantasy on my part. This story is about how I realized in a shocking way that I could not just toss those feelings off as fantasy.

So, anyway, when this story takes place, I was very confused about my feelings. Even though I was(am) happily married, I still found myself jerking off to gay porno almost every night and (a key event in this story) sneaking off to the adult book store to watch gay porno in the peep show booths.

One day when I went there and was sitting in my booth watching the movie, I noticed there was a hole in the wall. Now, to show how naive I was, I had never even heard of glory holes at that time. Anyway, I bent over to look and see if that hole really went through to the other side. I guess I was hoping that I would get to watch somebody over there jacking off to a movie. Well, I got more than I expected.

I really couldn't see anything so I sat back up and went back to watching the movie. A couple seconds later, I notice a cock peeking through that hole I had just looked through a minute before! It was just sitting there displayed for me! Well, that was *THE* moment of truth for me. Here I had always wondered what would happen if I ever really was confronted with the opportunity and here it was. I think I almost hesitated too long because he started to withdraw it from the hole.

What happened next really surprised me. It was like I lost all conscious control of my actions from that point on. Without thinking about it, I reached out and cupped that warm cock in my hands. Once I had it in my hand and felt its warmth, its texture, I really lost control. I immediately dropped to my knees in that booth and took that cock into my mouth. All the part of me that normally would have said, "What the hell are you doing?" completely disappeared.

At first, it was semi-hard, but soon it was at its full proud length. I can't explain how wonderful it felt growing in my mouth, its taste, the feel of it rubbing up and down along my tongue. In all the time I had fantasized about that moment, nothing had prepared me for how great it really was!! I was soon licking that dick up and down, just trying to soak in the flavor and feel of it. The hardness and the thrusting coming from the other side of the thin wall told me I wasn't doing too bad for a beginner. A couple of times in my eagerness to take it all, I choked and gagged but soon I was taking it until his pubic hairs were tickling my nose near the top of the hole. A few times he pulled it back to rearannge his position and I would make whimpering sounds in my throat until he would push it back through when I would hum in delight as it sank into what I now felt was it's natural home! Oh, it was so good!

Unfortunately, I ran out of quarters which I had been pumping into the movie machine the whole time I had that cock buried in my face. I was suddenly in a panic and came somewhat to my senses about what I was doing there, since I did not want someone walking in and seeing me there on my knees servicing that cock. I whispered through the hole that I wanted him to follow me out to the parking lot so I could finish him off (I wanted to see him by then, but to be honest, I was never really that sure I had been sucking the same cock the whole time!) I didn't care who he was or where he would want me to finish what I had started or that I had never done it before or even who would see us doing it out in the parking lot, I just wanted him to follow me so I could follow him to anywhere he wanted so I could get my final reward. Yet, I know even without any quarters left, if he had just whispered to me to stay there and finish, I would have regardless of who was going to walk in!

Anyway, he never did follow me out and although I could taste his flesh on my lips the whole way home, (my lips felt numb from the friction but I treasured that feeling like no feeling I had ever felt before!) it was several years (and still too few times in my life for my taste) before I got someone to give me the end to the story that I really wanted.

The funny thing is that what allowed me to be so free was the fact that once that person took that first action, I became totally in the control of this unseen person on the other side of that flimsy wall. Whenever I went back to the "scene of the crime" afterwards in hopes of repeating the experience, the fact that I was in control of whether it happened or not ensured that it didn't happen again. I needed someone to take charge of the situation to be totally free. Very wierd feeling it was then and to this day.

Well, that's my *true* story!