Okay, so say you’re straight. Have you ever considered having a “gay old time”? Do you have same-sex curiosity? Would you ever? Did you ever? Would you do it again? Was it better than you ever imagined? Was it ho-hum? Did you feel guilty? Call me curious, hell, call me bi-curious! -Wimz
From Anonymous
I am a female that has only been with men. I have always been interested in being with a woman, but never have had the chance. I would never want to be with a female that’s a good friend, and where I live there isn’t much opportunity to venture out to find a female. Most men’s fantasy is to have two women, but I would want to be with a women privatelyāno boyfriend around! I think all women are beautiful and hope some day to have an experience with one.
The friendship is what builds the basis for an amazing girl-girl experience, sharing everything and growing our knowledge of each other, extending to our bodies. Keep looking and see opportunities and you will one day amaze yourself
Beyond a couple of playful instances with females as a young teenager, I have not had the experience of a female. However, I think that females are so sexy and sensual and just the thought of tasting and exploring another female makes me so aroused. I hope to get to play again as an adult!
From Tom
Although I’m married to a beautiful woman and have kids, I want to have ongoing sex with another man. I have found myself fantasizing about it even while I’m having sex with my wife. I want to taste a man and feel him do me. I want to have sex with a man and share my body with him.
From Mike
Recently, I went to Canada for a week of fishing with a friend, a senior like me. After a day of fishing, we returned to the cabin to clean up for dinner at the main lodge, after showering, we had time before getting dressed for dinner, we were laying on our beds in the nude, rubbing our cocks. We began to look at each other, and without saying a word, I joined him in his bed, began kissing and rubbing each other’s cocks, we began sucking each other, in the 69 position until we came in each other’s mouth.
We got dressed for dinner, afterwards returning to the cabin to make love to each other all night, then got up the next morning for breakfast and another day of fishing for wall-eye pike in the canadian wilderness.
I love the idea of two male buddies secretly sucking each otherās cocks. I donāt know why, maybe because itās just so naughty, but it turns me on so much. I could read stories like yours for hours!
From Jack
I would never ever ever. I think all of us have a part of us that is attracted to the opposite sex and a part that is attracted to the same sex, and that percentage varies considerably from person to person. I rate myself as being very close to 100% attracted to the female form. I’m turned off by men, all that hair, the muscles, etc. The moment woman start behaving like men (like farting, drinking a lot, being aggressive, competitive) then I’m not at all attracted to them either.
Once or twice I dreamed about having sex with a man, and I woke up disgusted! I’m glad I’m attracted to woman and woman only. I don’t think being 100% heterosexual is anything to do with being homophobic or about social conditioning. I just love women. I think they are gorgeous. I fantasy and masturbate about them all the time. I love how they walk, how they smell and the sound of their voices. They are the complete opposite of what I am.
From Carla
I am a middle aged housewife who considers my self straight but truthfully have always felt incomplete in my sex life. I have always been strongly attracted to pretty women. I have always fought the urge but I recently met our new neighbor, a very attractive married woman and we have become fast friends. She is very flirty and I get the vibes that she wants more than just friendship. I have fantasies about her constantly and have had very strong urges to kiss her when she gives me a hug. I am totally excited that my fantasy might soon come true. I am falling for her like a rock!
From Don (Colorado)
My first sexual encounter was with a boy one year younger than me. That was along time ago and I still think about that time often. I have been married for 40 years and my wife knows that I feel this way. We have a great time together and she enjoys how honest I am with how I feel. I fantasize and watch porn often and I get very excited about the possibilities with another man. I had on opportunity at the local gym when a guy approached me in the steam room. I had played ball with this guy on several occasions before and I thought there was an attraction but always thought it was just me.
One evening in the steam room we started talking about sex. We both were naked in the room with heavy steam limiting our view. We were the only ones in the room and we took advantage of the situation. He noticed that my cock was hard an very tough to hide. He reached over and asked if he could feel my cock. I told him I would like that and that I wanted to feel his cock as well. We both stroked each other for a while and we both were breathing heavy and it just felt so good. I had to have his hardness in my mouth. We both went down on each other at the same time and it was so good and felt like nothing else. Soon we both came I each others mouth and we sat back talking some more. We see each other from time to time and I still get excited thinking about that time. So if you have been curious about the same sex, jump in, it’s so good.
From Rebecca
Yes I have done it and would do it again many times over. I love being with a man also, but women are so much more sensual and woman are just more lovely to look at. A woman’s body is art no matter what shape or size. I am attracted to people, not because of their sex, but for who they are, that is what attracts me. So if its a man good or a woman, either way it is the person that turns me on, not their sex.
From Scott
This is an interesting subject. I don’t find men sexually attractive at all. But on occasion my best friend and I have pleasured each other sexually. For us there is a major difference between helping each other get off and being attracted to each other. We have both sucked and fucked each other off. But in the end it is a sort of hollow feeling compared to the passion and feeling of fucking a woman. More like a masturbation aid then anything more.
I do think more straight men should drop their homophobic fears and experience same sex stimulation though. In my case it increased my understanding for loving for the female body and sexuality. But what the hell, in a bind I can get off with a guy even though in that case it is just physical with no real meaning.
From Big Guy
Even though I have been married for 30+ years, I’m totally convinced that I would love the feel of a cock growing in my mouth. I’m not quite certain about swallowing the cum (I’ve tasted my own on occasion, not sure if I like the taste or not), and I may have to let nature take it’s course.
As far as getting fucked in the ass, I think that would be a major turn on. I have experimented with several household items in my ass and loved most of them. I am interested to know how women rate getting fucked anally versus vaginally. I think the anal penetration is “naughty”, which makes it even more sexual. What are the differences in feeling, etc.
We are inthe same boat. I am72 and have never been with a man. I find myself wondering how it would feel to have a cock get hard and cum in my mouth as well as in my ass. This makes me question my sexuality as well.
one of my fantasies, might do it with right guy and inviting situation.
From Judy
My first sexual experience with another person was with a girl a few years older than myself. I was a teen and totally inexperienced but she knew all the moves. I consider myself a straight woman and am married to a wonderful man, but I think back to that night and the amazing oral sex that she and I had. She is also married and we are still friends but we never talk about the night in the tent. I have a feeling that a lot of girls try what we did to see what its going to be like. For me it is a pleasant memory.
When I was younger I never really found the idea of any love making with another woman appealing (ok, I did have ONE F/F fantasy that turned me on), not that I didn’t find women attractive to look at. I mean, breasts, pussy, the whole thing is a work of art!
But now that I’m older (married, child) I find myself more turned on by the idea. Sometimes I even crave it deeply. Unfortunately other women (esp. pretty ones) make me nervous as heck. Plus I’m slightly worried about whether this will be like cheating on my husband, even though I’ve never considered it that way, he might. Anyways, If the chance ever presents itself, I’m more than sure I’ll take it!
I found that I’m a bi curious male. Found that I love to read m m genre more than m f genre stories. Did not have an encounter yet. Looking forward to one though. Oh and I found that I’m submissive,too. So I consider myself a bottom.
My wife and I ended up in the bed of a work colleague one night, as one does, with one intention in mind, that of the two of us pleasuring my wife as much as possible. At one point, he was lying on his back, his cock erect and she was crouched over it enthusiastically sucking him as I stroked her ass and played with her pussy, again as one does.
She glanced up at me, his cock buried in her mouth, and motioned me to come closer. She let me kiss her lips, still wrapped around his shaft, then placed her hand in the back of my head so that my lips came into contact with his cock. She released his cock, then grasped him and asked me to have a taste, holding his cock for me to take into my mouth.
He was about to say something so she swiveled her body to place her pussy on his mouth. He took the hint and got busy caressing her, as I slowly took his cock in my mouth. She told me to use my mouth, lips and tongue however I enjoyed.
Impressions: his cock was hotter than I expected and soon I was bobbing my head up and down, loving the sensation of how it filled my mouth. My wife was stroking the back of my head, encouraging me to make him cum in my mouth.
As he started to cum, I pulled her mouth down to join mine and together we let him ejaculate in our mouths and on our faces. We kissed deeply, as she then had an orgasm on his mouth.
This was the only time for me to suck a cock but I would really love to once again, maybe this time without my wife. I have fantasized since then of letting a man take my ass but it has never happened.
Oh well.
I have never
When I was younger, I thought people were evil strange… When I got married had children. … Happy life I thought… But all I could think about was how good cum would taste, How I wanted to suck a cock.. Finally after a fight within, I met a cute face CD… we hung out for a while then stated giving each other oral, then we did it…. and at that time all I wanted to be called was a gay fucking faggot… I love hearing straight guys call me Faggot.. Best thing I ever did,…. I Love being Gay, I love being called a quer, Most of all my CD calls me her Fuvking queer Faggot… š š
I have tried sex with men, despite identifying as straight. The long version of my story is on my blog.
https://www.loubealysfetisherotica.com/2018/11/a-straight-guys-experience-with_16.html
but the tl;dr is that I fantasized about trying it for some time before I eventually did it. I had been reading certain fetish material that involved such things, as well as experimenting with stimulating my prostate. I eventually let my childhood friend fuck me. I had the most amazing orgasms of my life while getting fucked. And though I do consider myself straight because I am not attracted to men, it was fun and exciting.
I haven’t done it in a long time, I am happily attached right now to a wonderful lady, but I do think about it from time to time. I also like the discussion about sexuality that it spurs. Some people insist that I must be gay or bi, but I do not accept those labels, because I only did it because it was fun and felt good, not because I am at all attracted to men.
Iāve only been with men but I am very attracted to women. My husband constantly pointing out women we should bring home. Maybe one day.
I had an encounter in college and received an erotic massage from a beautiful lady. I wish I had acted on my instinct.
Have always (from quite a young age) fantasized about women rather than men, but was strictly hetero for decades. Since divorcing and being with a man who encourages me to explore, I’ve had some lovely, sensual and erotic times with women and loved every moment. However, my interest is purely physical. I have no inclination or desire to have an actual relationship with a woman. That holds absolutely no interest. I adore sex with men, but it’s a totally different experience with a woman. I’m lucky to have had the best of both worlds.
A Straight Manās Thoughts about Homosexuality and His Own Homoerotic Thoughts
I have never had sex with a man and almost definitely never will. I donāt find guys attractive. Nothing about them arouses meānot their shapes, their skin, or their smell. Iām into women, period. But . . . I do have thoughts.
Because I am secure about my sexual orientation, I can entertain those thoughts without guilt or any sense that they diminish my masculinity. My earliest sexual fantasies were about women, and to this day most of my fantasies are straight. Most, that is, but not all. Before I relate my gay fantasy, however, I wish to outline my personal history in relation to the idea of homosexuality. Although I am straight, I consider myself an ally of the LGBTQ community. I sympathize with them and recognize that I have benefited from their cultural contributions. Not least among these is the way that gayness has challenged myths of sexual identity, which is as much constructed as a product of heredity.
Itās unclear to me how I became aware of homosexuality as opposed to heterosexuality. As a child, I wasnāt acquainted with any gay people (as far as I knew), and though my parents held the usual prejudices of their generation against the idea of homosexuality, they werenāt particularly homophobic. Their general prohibition against racism and other forms of bigotry informed my own early conclusion that homosexuals, whoever they might be, were fine as they were and didnāt deserve the verbal abuse I heard directed their way at school. I wasnāt about to speak up in their defense, but I felt that everyone ought to be respected. While this belief was consistent with my naturally accepting, tolerant nature, it was also influenced by the historical period in which I spent my childhood, the 1970s. The gay rights and the womenās movement were underway, and although my understanding of them was not sophisticated, I was sympathetic. From an early age I was anti-sexist, anti-racist, and anti-homophobic.
I spent the better part of my childhood and adolescent summers at a beach. When I was about ten years old, two years before puberty and orgasms, the lifeguard was a tall and ruggedly handsome young man, a blond guy with smooth, tanned skin. His prominent pectoral muscles and well-defined abdominals made me self-conscious about my pale, underdeveloped body. The massive bulge in his Speedo bathing suit particularly impressed me. I thought about it a lot, not only when I was on the beach, but at other times. The image became so intrusive that I worried that thinking about it would make me gay. By sheer force of will, I kept the thought from recurring.
On several occasions, I spent a night or a weekend over at a friendās house, or had a friend sleep over at our place. This usually involved sharing a bedroom. On two or three occasions, starting at age eleven, I invited several boys from school) to celebrate my birthday with a sleepover. One of those guys turned out to be gay, though I only learned that years after college. I traded a lot of visits with another friend who had moved to a different town after first grade. One time when he was over, I got in bed and he crawled into a sleeping bag on the floor. We were talking in the dark when he told me he had hurt his thumb and that it was all soft. He wanted me to feel it. (You can tell where this is going). I said no, but he insisted, and I finally gave in. I was naive enough not to realize he wanted me to touch his penis. Why, I donāt know (it turned out that he was straight). Probably just to have that on me (we were very competitive and he liked to get me in trouble). I realized what was going on when my fingertip touched the soft head of his stupid dick. Thatās the only penis Iāve touched in my whole life other than my own.
My experience of puberty was complicated by the social tensions of junior high school. While undergoing the physical and emotional changes and discovering the pleasures of my developing sex organs, I had to cope with the pervading homosexual panic among the other twelve and thirteen-year-old boys. The atmosphere was tense, competitive, and full of insecurity and aggression. One had to be on constant guard for bullying, insults, and teasing, which took as its natural target the smaller, slighter, and more awkward boys. No better illustration of a Hobbesian environment exists than junior high school, with boys looking for opportunities to humiliate or physically hurt their peers. More than once I was on the receiving end of physical assaults or threats, either in school or elsewhere.
To my regret, I also contributed to the atmosphere of fear and suspicion. Survival dictated that one not only seek to avoid conflict, but also deflect attacks onto others. I can best illustrate this by recalling an effeminate boy I knew in eighth grade who was constantly taunted about his babyish face and his soft voice and mannerisms. I know he was gay because my sister worked with him several years later, when he was out of the closet. I remember him stepping out of the shower after gym class with an erection. Another boy and I snickered at him, taking the opportunity to scapegoat another to make ourselves feel safer.
At the end of math class one day that boy and I and a couple others exchanged insults. I must have said something especially cutting, because as I walked down the hallway after class, he sneaked up behind me and tripped me over his foot. I went sprawling onto the floor in the midst of the crowd of students, my books and papers flying all over the place. A teacher, a particularly tough woman math instructor, saw me fall and stepped out to collar us both. She marched us both to the office where the principal made us tell our stories. This was years before corporal punishment was banned, and the punishment was for each of us to be paddled. The other guy went first, which increased my fear because I heard the loud smack of the wood against his bottom, and saw him come out afterward, his face lowered in humiliation and pain. Then it was my turn; the principal called me in and told me to bend over his desk. The blow came fast, before I could brace myself. It hurt very much and brought tears to my eyes. What made it worse was that I got an erection, and that the asshole principal wouldnāt let me walk out through his second door to the hallway. Like the other boy, I had to exit through the office, past the secretaries and a couple fellow students, with my bottom burning. I walked out red-faced, embarrassed, and confusedly aroused, doing the best to conceal the bulge in my trousers and to avert my eyes from other students who happened to be in the office. I hate that man to this day.
My parents seemed to doubt my sexual orientation when I was a teenager. I was hardly effeminate, but I was slender and a bit introspective, with interests more intellectual and artistic than athletic. It didnāt help that my mother found a copy of Playgirl in my bedroom. I had discovered it in my sisterās room, and since anything having to do with sex interested me, I borrowed it for a few hours, just long enough to check out the naked men. I left the room for about half an hour, which is when my mother must have found it. That night I overheard my parents discussing my motherās discovery. āDo you think he uses it to . . .ā my father said, too uncomfortable with words like āmasturbateā to say them aloud. My mother replied, āWell, heās interested in a girl at school,ā and they seemed to take comfort in that. God damn it, I thought. The Playgirl didnāt arouse me! I never masturbated to the pictures! Iāve jerked off lots of times looking at pictures of naked women! I like Playboy! I like girls! It was terribly embarrassing, hearing my parents talk about me and being unable to correct their impression.
A friend of mine whom I had known since kindergarten came out as gay during freshman year in college. We had gone to different high schools, but had grown up in the same neighborhood and spent a lot of time together, hanging out in my room or out in the nearby woods, usually smoking pot and goofing off. Now that we were of age, he made it clear that he was interested in me, but I didnāt find him attractive at all. I did let him see me naked a couple times. One time on a walk in the woods we stripped naked and lay on our backs, sunning ourselves. Another time when we were traveling together, we shared a room, and by impulse I took all my clothes off, lay on my bed, closed my eyes, and let him study my naked body. On neither occasion did we touch.
It was that friend who introduced me to my first pornographic video, back when we were in high school. It was a straight video, played on his parentsā VCR when they were out of the house. I remember a scene about a night watchman taking a new guy out on his rounds, and a woman appearing out of the fog to suck them off. I went home in a daze and headed straight to my room to jerk off. I came so fast and so hard my gasp almost became a scream. About eight years later, that friend and I shared another videoāwe visited a rental store where he checked out a bisexual film. He thought that made a good compromise. Watching it at his apartment, though, I found it kind of boring. The guys in it were probably gay, because several of them couldnāt get it up for the women. One part involved a man getting anally dominated by a woman with a strap-on dildo, a scenario that later evolved into my favorite fantasy (obsession, actually). But then he sucked off eight guys, which didnāt interest me at all.
That friend was the one gay guy who has been a close friend. We shared some artistic interests and sometimes drank or smoked pot together. After college, though, I had to recognize that he was not very kind to me. It probably had to do with frustrated desire on his part. He confronted me, saying that I had once said that I might have sex with him if I didnāt have a girlfriend. I had just broken up with my first serious girlfriend, so was I good as my word? Actually, what I had told him was that as a teenager, I might have experimented with another boy if the opportunity arisen. It was a purely theoretical proposition. The fact was, if I had ever experimented it never would have been with him, as he was unattractive to me, both physically and emotionally. Being straight, it would have been quite a leap getting passionate with another boy, so there would have had to be extraordinary attraction and fellowship. Not only would a safe, secret situation have been necessary, but the theoretical other boy would have had to be exceptionally attractive and truly kind toward me. This friend was neither. As it was, I tired of his thoughtlessness and dumb theatricality and we parted ways. I havenāt seen him or talked with him for nearly thirty years.
Now that Iām married, I confine my roaming to my imagination. I indulge in pornography and erotic literature, but of the straight variety. My collection of digital files, copied from the internet, does include cartoons and artwork of gay sex, but gay porn in the form of photographs and videos doesnāt much interest me. I have tried watching gay porn while masturbating but have found that it makes my erection wilt. What I am into is female-on-male anal porn: photos, videos, artwork, and stories about women licking menās anuses (analingus, rimjobs, and rimming are the internet search terms), fingering their anuses (my favorite fantasy), fucking them with dildos, and pegging them (fucking them up the ass with strap-on dildosāwow!). A lot of people misunderstand straight male anal desire; because of stereotypes about gender and sexuality, they associate anal eroticism with male homosexuality. They are captive to a series of sexist myths that say that to be penetrated is to be female, or like a female, which is seen as weak, submissive, degraded, and inferior. To be a man, in this false view of things, is to be strong and rigid, to penetrate and not be penetratedāin other words, to be like an erect penis. Thatās the phallic myth. Well, I reject that myth, and my rejection of it is informed by feminism and by queer culture. Everybody has an anus, and it feels good to touch it or have it touched by a loverābetter yet, penetrated. This man is not seamless and impenetrable. This man wants to be penetrated . . . by a woman. And if he sometimes thinks about gay sex, without any culturally imposed sense of disgust, but rather with curiosity, it doesnāt make him (me) any less heterosexual.
I have never been pegged but a number of my lovers have anally fingered me, and some have passionately licked my anus. My wife does both, enthusiastically; I wouldnāt have married her otherwise. Since she refuses to use sex toys with me, I have to indulge in them myself alone. I imagine a lot of people would question my sexuality or consider me perverse, what with the collection of dildos, vibrators, and butt plugs in my bedroom. But I donāt care. I have had a lot of happy moments alone, spreading out my toys and getting naked and wild with myself on the bed. The phallic myth not only says a man is not penetrated, that he gives pleasure rather than receives it. It also says that men should not admire themselves or be overly concerned with their appearance. Well, when I finger myself or fuck myself up the ass with a dildo, I violate every tenet of that myth. I watch myself in the mirror and sometimes record the act in photos and videos so I can see the dildo sliding in and out of my anus. The physical sensation of having my anus filled and gradually stretched opened is magnified by the spectacle of my being fucked, and by the words that come out of my mouth. Mostly I am imagining a woman doing all of this to me, so I say things like āWoman fucks man! Thatās the way sex should be. I am a man who needs to be anally penetrated. I want a woman to fuck me up the ass with a strap-on dildo!ā Sometimes I take on sexism and homophobia straight on, denying their power over me by using, and thereby defusing, their bigoted expressions, like āfaggotā or āpervertā or ābitch.ā I call myself names like that, and shake my ass, and maybe even suck on a dildo while plowing my own asshole with another. I have a grand time.
When I do indulge in a brief fantasy of sex with another man, the lover I imagine is young (in his early twenties), rather small (perhaps 5ā7), slender but with good muscular definition, and very attractive. He has smooth skin, little body hair, and a lively personality. I suppose he would fit the archetype of a ātwink,ā though in my imagination he isnāt effeminate, just attractive, slight, and sensitive. I imagine giving him oral sex and swallowing his cum or offering him my ass. I generally donāt think about receiving oral sex from a man or about being the active partner in anal sex with a man. Sometimes I imagine having sex with myself, with my exact double, and my fantasies know no bounds. I do all the things to my double that I like my wife to do to me. I suppose such thoughts are purely narcissistic. I wonder what it would be like to make love with myself: to suck my own cock, feel my other self lick my asshole, and take my own cock up the assāthen repeat the whole experience from his (my other) point of view.
When I was about twenty-five, hanging out on a beach with my then-girlfriend, we talked with a local guy, a surfer, about twenty years old, who attracted me immediately. He was beautiful in a masculine but boyish way . . . maybe 5ā9ā, with long and wavy light brown hair, a slim, suntanned body with moderate pectoral development, sparse body hair, and very handsome. A threesome immediately came to mind. Over time the story developed in my mind. I think about it from time to time when I masturbate. I donāt visualize the whole sequence of events, usually, just particular moments.
Hereās the complete version: I imagine that my girlfriend sees him hours later, that evening at a bar. She heads over to talk to him. Iām too far away to hear, but I can tell she is flirting with him. He looks good in his light cotton clothing, and she does too, in a summer dress that shows off her curves and ample breasts. She leans in close and whispers something to him, and he looks over at me. He looks doubtful for a moment, but she speaks to him again and he laughs. The two head over in my direction.
We go to our room near the beach, each taking a turn in the shower while the other two talk and sip their drinks. My girlfriend starts things out by unzipping the guyās shorts and taking out his cock to suck. Itās small and uncut but keeps getting longer and thicker until she canāt take it all and has to use her hand at the base. Itās at least as big as mine, which is slightly longer than seven inches, and nicely formed. I watch them awhile, getting hard. Then I take my cock out and present it to my girlfriend. She alternates between the two as we stand there by the bed with our cocks in her face. She looks beautiful going back and forth between two cocks, tossing her hair back so we can see her face. Somehow she looks innocent and wanton at the same time. She might have been a virgin when I met her, but she is acting like an absolute whore.
Then she asks him if he would like his balls and cock sucked at the same time. He looks at her, and then me, and Iām afraid heās going to get mad. Instead he nods yes, and soon she is behind him, licking his scrotum and gently taking his balls into her mouth. When I hesitate she grabs my hand and pulls me to the floor. She reaches behind my head and pulls me forward to his cock. Theyāre both looking at me with an expression that says, ok, this is what you wanted. Do you have the guts to go through with it? I stare for a long moment at his erect penis, then impulsively kiss it on the frenulum, that little groove on the underside of the head. They both laugh, so I reach with my right hand and guide his erect penis into my mouth. I give it a couple long wet strokes, slowly, and then start to suck in earnest. You faggot, I tell myself. Youāre a cock-sucking faggot, and you love it. I mean to give my girlfriend an education in fellatio, licking and sucking and deep throating this handsome, dark young manās lovely penis with uncontrolled passion, making the same sounds of pleasure that I make when I go down on my girlfriend, showing that I like how she tastes and feels in my mouth.
Then my girlfriend starts touching my bottom, first with her hands and then with her mouth, kissing and biting my bottom and then licking my anus. She also licks my balls from behind and starts sticking her finger in my hole. (In reality, this is about my favorite sex act. My best lovers, including my wife, have been into my ass and have pleased me in with their mouths and hands. I cherish the image of myself bending over and having a lady have her way with my ass cheeks and asshole). She opens our tube of lubricant gel and starts stretching open my anus with one finger and then two. I become really excited, especially as she tells me in a lusty tone of voice that I have a hot ass and that I look really sexy with a big cock in my mouth. She says Iām going to love being fucked in the ass, and tells our new friend to treat my tight asshole like a pussy. After fingering me for a while she says that Iām ready, that my anus is relaxed, so I turn around to offer my virgin ass to this young man, who has had sex with girls, even anal sex, but never, he says, with a man. I feel afraid, looking back at that big cock poised like a spear above my most tender part. The thought occurs to me that a woman or girl might feel this same fear when a manās penis comes between her legs for the first time. Seeming to understand my trepidation, my girlfriend encourages me, caressing my face and giving me deep kisses. Our lover guides his erect penis to my little hole, and to show my willingness I arch my back and stick my ass up higher, while reaching back to spread my ass cheeks.
Then it happens. He places the soft tip of his penis at my anus, and presses. At first the tight ring of muscle resists, but then it suddenly yields. The entry makes the same sound, a kind of wet POP, that my girlfriend and I heard the first time I entered her anally. āOh god!ā I say over and over, in shock and disbelief, as he slowly slides the long shaft deep inside, right to the hilt. For the first time, I have a man inside me. I am on the receiving end of homosexual anal sex. A man has his penis, his big erect penis, in my anus. I can never take it back, never regain the special virginity I have lost. For a moment I feel regret, and the shame that society puts on this act. But then a joyful feeling silences the voices of ignorance and doubt. Iām fucked, truly fucked! Iāve fingered my asshole countless times, and had women finger me, sometimes joyously and with a wonderful sense of abandon and submission. Iāve reamed myself with dildos, imagined women nailing me with strap-on dildos, and indulged in an occasional fantasy of a man fucking me up the ass. But this is better than anything Iāve experienced or imagined. I feel complete, gloriously grateful to be alive so that I can be fucked like this, by a man with a real penis, a big, hard, flesh-and-blood beauty of a cock. He is fucking me, literally fucking me, and isnāt going to stop until he cums.
His balls slap against the back of my balls, and since my anal sphincter has softened, I start returning his thrusts with eager backward motions. My girlfriend offers me her pussy and ass to eat from behind, and I am eager to oblige her. We go at it with utter abandon, my girlfriend crying out things like, āEat me! Eat my pussy! Fuck his tight ass!ā while I groan, occasionally pausing to cry out, āFuck me! Make me your bitch! Fuck my tight ass! Oh my god!ā
We all come at the same time, screaming. As I squirt all over the sheets, I can feel the guyās hot cream spewing in my rectum, which feels loose and slippery as he pulls out. Afterwards, I am exhilarated and content. My anus hurts a little but feels deliciously ravaged and satisfied. The glow lasts for hours, and the memory forever.
Sometimes I imagine a finale, one that reflects left-over anger at my former girlfriend. (We had a long and difficult breakup). I feel the impulse to assert dominance over my girlfriend. āSuck his cock,ā I tell her. āClean him up, and donāt leave a drop.ā Sheās about to protest when the young guy pulls her face to his still-erect member, slimed with semen and lubricant. Iām surprised by her change of mood as she goes down with total abandon, sucking and licking until his cock is clean, shrunken almost back to its usual size with the head peeking out of the wrinkled foreskin. This satisfies me, but I feel like she has submitted more to him than to me, so I say, āNow eat his cum out of my ass.ā And she does.
An alternative follow-up to the fantasy is encountering the guy the next day, as we are driving out of town. When he leans in the passenger side window my girlfriend asks him if he wants a blowjob. āYou want to suck my cock?ā he asks her. āNo,ā she says, gesturing toward me. āHim.ā Iām terribly embarrassed, especially since he had been talking with a couple friends, who are standing on the sidewalk. I hope they didnāt hear. He laughs as I open the door and lean forward so he can climb into the back seat. We drive to a remote spot, where a small hotel is under construction. Under some trees by the empty swimming pool, I kneel in front of the young man who fucked me up the ass last night. I unzip his shorts and pull them down, determined to give my girlfriend a lesson in cock-sucking. She sits and watches while I pleasure him. I lick his large balls and take them in my mouth one at a time. I take his penis in my mouth while it is still relatively flaccid, with the head still half hidden by the foreskin, and feel it grow. I move my face back and forth as it hardens and when it gets really big, I take the lower part of the shaft in my hand to stroke, while moving my mouth up and down on the head. Itās different from the night before, as this is happening in daylight and Iām totally sober. My girlfriend eggs me on, telling me how good I look sucking cock. When I glance at her I see that her jean shorts are unzipped and her hand is moving inside the front. Our handsome friend takes my head in his hands and starts thrusting in my mouth. He is fucking my faceāthereās no other way to describe it. I struggle to relax my jaw and present my mouth at an angle that allows his penis to go deeply in my throat. I gag a little but control the reflex. I feel dominated, both by him and by my girlfriend, who cheers us on, urging him to fuck my face and telling me what a slut I am, taking it up the ass last night and now sucking his big cock like the horniest bitch alive.
When he comes he groans loudly, as the semen shoots thickly, warmly, into my mouth. Thereās a lot, and it comes out in a series of pulses. The flavor is somehow both pleasant and unpleasant at the same timeāsalty yet sweet, with a tang of bleach and something almost like sweat. My mouth is full of his cum. I swallow it all and do what I like my girlfriend to do when she sucks me off, which is to keep his cock in my mouth until his erection subsides and I can lick him clean. A sensation of shock and disbelief washes through me. I canāt believe it but itās true: I just sucked off a guy and swallowed his cum. Last night this same guy fucked me up the ass and ejaculated in my rectum.
Sometimes the fantasy continues. After the guy leaves, my girlfriend mocks me a little, wondering aloud if Iāll only want sex with men now and what will she do to satisfy her desire. That both angers and arouses me so I show her Iām still interested by tearing off her clothes and jabbing my cock into her sopping wet pussy with no preliminaries and fucking her first from behind and then on her back on the grass, aggressively and deeply, my cock bigger and harder than ever, pounding her. I stick a finger up her ass as well and make us come together at the same time, almost screaming in pleasure. Then I make her suck on my cock, tasting both my cum and her juices, until it is soft and clean.
Itās interesting to me, as I think over these fantasies, how little the other guy figures in the way I imagine the course of events. His personality is hardly present, beyond being pleasant and unthreatening, if a little macho. The idea of transgression intrigues me, and the reality of experiencing a pleasure I have never known. But what excites me most is feeling that his body is an instrument by which my girlfriend is exerting her will, as if through him, she is fucking me. I love that.
In fact, I described that notion to her when I got back in touch with her fifteen years after we broke up and we talked on the phone a few times and corresponded. She loved the idea; apparently she had discarded her homophobia, at least in part, or she just liked the female domination scenarios I imagined for her. I told her all about my anal obsession, and sent her photos and cartoons of women rimming, fingering, and pegging men. One cartoon she really liked was of a guy on his back, with his legs lifted and his anus gaping. The woman above himāa woman with a huge penisāhad just fucked him up the ass and ejaculated all over him, around and into his gaping anus and all over his neck and face. āOh, thatās good!ā she told me as she opened the email attachment of that artwork. I also sent her a couple videos of me masturbating with my favorite dildo up my ass, narrating how she was fucking me and calling out her name when I came.
We had phone sex as well. She masturbated to orgasm while I described giving her cunnilingus. Then I asked her to talk me through a pegging scenario. She said she preferred to imagine that she had a real cock to fuck me with, like in the cartoon. I confirmed that she would still be a woman, still be herself, with the same body and spirit, only with a cock and balls instead of a pussy. Oh yeah, she liked that. The conversation really excited me, as we imagined me sucking first her large, pointy breasts and then her big, hard cock, before turning around and lifting my ass. She described ravishing my bottom with her hands and mouth, and spanking me hard several times while telling me what she was going to do next, which was to slide her big, beautiful cock slowly up my tight anal sphincter. While I masturbated, her words, spoken in a sexy, low voice, excited me so much I had to focus on not coming. I kept myself on edge while we talked, and when the moment approached, I shouted āI want you to come inside me! I want to feel your hot cum shooting inside me!ā As she described doing exactly that, I jerked myself to a powerful orgasm that had me crying out in pleasure and relief. That is a powerful image, a woman I loved magically having male parts for a while and using them to fuck me like I fucked her.
I have other fantasies about my ex and other men. I sometimes imagine us going to a party she has arranged where all the other guests turn out to be men, sixteen of them, all young and good-looking. She flirts with them and suggests that I give them all blowjobs. And thatās exactly what I do, kneeling in front of each guy to worship his cock and balls and make him ejaculate in my mouth. I get lost in the strange pleasure of being intimate with so many penises. Sometimes I imagine that the first guy, the one with the biggest cock, doesnāt come. While Iām sucking off number thirteen, my girlfriend lubricates my anus and slowly stretches me open with her fingers while I finish that guy off and then take on the next two. The fifteenth guy has just filled my mouth with his hot cum when she has me get on all fours on a sofa with my ass up. I remember that the guy with the biggest cock didnāt come. When I look back, heās approaching me with his erection pointed right at my ass. Right there to direct the action, my girlfriend takes his cock in her fingers and guides it to my vulnerable little orifice. Everyone cheers when he slides it in, first just a little, but gradually deeper until he is all the way inside, grabbing my hips to pull on while his big balls swing against my smaller ones with every thrust. My girlfriend insists that I tell everyone how it feels being fucked like this, how much I loved sucking them off and eating their cum, and how much I want this guy to fuck me harder. āAre you mine?ā she asks. āIs your ass mine? Do you want to be fucked by all the men I choose?ā I cry out āYes!ā and more to all of her questions, as the men laugh and egg her on. My moans turn into a scream in pleasure when the guy fucking me finally comes, filling my lower intestinal tract with shot after shot of his thick male fluid.
Another fantasy involves a party attended only by attractive women. Sometimes this fantasy involves my serving drinks to the women before giving each of them cunnilingus, being paddled by a recently divorced woman who is angry at men, and then being fucked up the ass by at least one woman with a strap-on dildo. In another version of this fantasy, all of the guests are women except for me and a college-age guy who is small in stature and very good-looking. In gay parlance, heās a twink. My girlfriend tells me she wants me to fuck him while she and the rest of the women watch. She wants me to make love to him like I do to her when I take the lead and dominate a little. This troubles me a little because the experiences she has led me into so far have involved me being the passive partner with a man, sucking cock and being fucked up the ass. Like I said, my occasional thoughts of gay sex focus on me as the receptive partner, not the active or dominant one. But we put on a good show, the young man and I, on a mattress covered with beautiful sheets and pillows, on the floor in front of all the guests, who relax on sofas and armchairs all around us. He and I do everything my girlfriend and I do together, except vaginal intercourse, naturally. I ravish him with kisses and suck his cock, and he does the same to me. We go 69 for a while, which the women really like. When he rims me, my girlfriend gives me a look, making a facial gesture that suggests she expects me to do the same to him. I donāt really want to, but I turn him around and lick his asshole like I do hers, with passionate interest, even if I have to fake it a little. Then I finger his asshole with lots of lubricant, before inserting my cock. I fuck him slowly and deeply while the women cheer. Our coupling slowly becomes more intense, as he pushes back when I thrust forward into his ass. He and I come at the same time and itās quite a scene, with both of us shouting and moaning as I pound his ass harder than ever. My ex is proud of me and lets her friends know sheāll bring me to parties in the future.
Iām a straight guy, happily married to a beautiful woman who is a wonderful lover. Probably ninety-five percent of my fantasies are straight, though my favorite involves bending over and presenting my ass to be fucked by a woman with a strap-on dildo. Perhaps my anal fetish makes me more sympathetic to gays, or to women. I donāt know. I just know that being anally penetrated is wonderful, regardless of gender or sexual orientation, and that people who think otherwise are ignorant and irrelevant. Itās a woman, generally, that I imagine pleasuring my bottom, making me feel that we have switched gender roles. But once in a while, I indulge in homosexual thoughts, because there is no point in being narrow-minded when I am alone and can enjoy any fantasy I want.
Nobody knows this about me.
I am a straight woman, Iām married, and I definitely love cock. But I would definitely love to know what it feels like to have another womanās nipple in my mouth. My nipples get very hard and are very sensitive, and Iām constantly rubbing them. my breasts are kind of small, so licking and sucking my own nipples just isnāt possible. Iām guessing that if I could do that to myself, I wouldnāt think about it with another woman so much but I just love how my hard nipples feel when I rub them , and I love how my husbandās tongue looks when heās licking my nipples, and I just really want to experience that sensation for myself. I donāt want to do anything else with a woman. All I want to do is make love to her nipples with my hands and with my mouth , and, of course, have her do the same thing to me.
On the flipside of that, I also get very turned on at the idea of two straight men, sucking each otherās cocks. I love reading stories from men who have done this, itās especially hot if theyāre married and theyāre doing it secretly. I know thatās kind of wrong, but itās so naughty and so hot, and I get so turned on by it. I could read those stories for hours while I rub my hard nipples.