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Hopping the Fence

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by Ken Until my mid 20�s I considered myself straight. I dated women of various ages, shapes, and sizes, and enjoyed having sex with any of them that were willing. I always had a vague feeling that something was lacking. I was 23 years old and a year out of college when I began having occasional feelings of attraction to other men. They weren�t very strong urges, so I ignored them at first. Finally I decided to cautiously experiment a little. My first experience was in an all male adult theater in New York City. I went in and sat alone, but soon a fairly attractive middle-aged man came in and sat next to me. He put his hand on my leg, so I did the same to him. Soon we were feeling each other up through our jeans, and before long we had both unzipped. He wet his hand with some lube from a small tube he had brought along, and started seriously working on my cock. . He kept it up at a steady pace, without rushing. I closed my eyes and relaxed, not feeling at all self-conscious even though I was being jerked off in a public place. After I came, I felt a little guilty that I hadn�t gotten him off as well, but he told me that it was ok, he had enjoyed doing me. I thanked him, and we parted. I won�t say there were fireworks, or that the earth shook, but it did feel good, and it left me wanting to try more things. My next opportunity came a couple of months later, while I was traveling on business. I asked the hotel�s night manager if there were a good place nearby to have a drink. When the place he recommended turned out to be a gay bar, I realized he was probably testing me, to see how I would react. The next night, I accepted his invitation to have a cup of coffee in the hotel�s deserted coffee shop. He told me he was bisexual, and I told him I was bi-curious. We made plans for him to come up to my room later that night. As I waited for him in just my briefs, I was already semi aroused in anticipation. I was a little nervous when I first opened the door, but Peter soon put me at ease. He was tall and handsome. In no time, I was lying on the bed and he was helping me off with my underwear. I was quickly discovering what I did and didn�t like. It wasn�t unpleasant when he kissed me passionately on the lips, it just didn�t excite me. When he started playing with my ass, with his hands and tongue, I was turned off. I realized I didn�t want anything to do with anal. I did like the feel of his hand on my cock as he played with it. When he took it into his mouth, I relaxed and let him minister to it. He did a credible job, and didn�t stop until I had finished pumping my load of hot sticky juice down his throat. Realizing I was new to this, he told me I didn�t have to reciprocate. Looking at the inviting bulge in his jeans, I knew what I wanted to do. �Just lay back�, I said, �and I�ll give you the best blow job you ever had�. Okay, maybe I shouldn�t have said that, since this was my first time and I had no idea whether it was going be any good or not. My plan was to imagine the tables were turned, and do to him exactly what would feel the best to me. I helped him off with his pants, and stopped for a moment to admire his equipment. His cock was about the same length as mine (7 inches) but thicker. He had curly reddish brown public hair, trimmed short. I started by kissing then gently licking his balls, cradling the sack gently in my hand. I gave his cock a series of soft kisses, starting at the base and working my way up the top side of it all the way to the head. After circling the slit a few times with my tongue and getting my first ever taste of pre cum, I concentrated on the underside of his shaft, running just the very tip of my tongue gently down the small sensitive vein than runs underneath, then back up again. After I had completed several round trips, Peter let out a soft moan and whispered hoarsely �Keep going � don�t stop now�. I took a deep breath, tried to relax my throat muscles, and swallowed his whole length in one try. Surprisingly, I didn�t experience the gag response some women complain about. I began sucking him with a steady up and down motion, keeping my lips wrapped around him and being careful to keep my teeth out of the way. I realized at once that I enjoyed giving head more than any other sex act I had tried, more than intercourse or receiving oral. When he came a few minutes later, I drank it all down eagerly. I continued sucking to make sure I got every last drop out of him, until he finally tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to let go. I did, reluctantly. The taste was a little salty, but not strong at all. Peter and I managed to get together again later that week, and I indulged a few times after that in masturbation sessions and occasional oral with other men. Since my marriage, I have limited my extracurriculars to webcam jerk off sessions and occasional visits to masturbation clubs. I still get urges to suck a nice hard cock sometimes. I wonder if there are other readers out there who are in a similar position � halfway between both worlds, who enjoy some things but not all about male to male encounters?