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Gay or not?
1-Sep-19 11:06
My mate Kev and I have known each other since we both did paper rounds. We both got married, settled down. Used to meet up once or twice a week for a drink, and afterwards I usually stopped off at his place for a can - and to watch one of his porn films while his wife was upstairs asleep. He'd always be rubbing himself absent-mindedly as he watched, but that's as far as it went. Then one time he caught me looking and, as if he'd only just realised he was doing it, he stopped and looked embarrassed. 'Sorry.' he said. 'Oh, don't mind me,' I replied. 'Doesn't bother me.' We thought no more of it really.
The` next time we had a film session he was quite open about it, rubbing his length, teasing with his zip. But again that's as far as it went. That's just how it was. Then, the next time we had a session I was watching the film and only half aware of a zip going down. I wasn't sure if to look or not, but I could tell there was something going on to the left of me, just out of sight. Eventually I turned and was shocked to see that he had shuffled his trousers and pants down to his knees and was rubbing his cock quite plainly. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I'd often wondered what his cock looked like and now I knew. It was bigger than mine, that was obvious, uncircumcised, and he was sliding the foreskin up and down. Being circumcised myself, I was quite fascinated by what he was doing. I felt my mouth going dry. I felt like I wanted to say something, but wondered if I dared. Eventully, I did. 'Do you need a hand?' I wondered if he would tell me to piss off. But instead he just took his hand off his cock and leaned back in the chair, exposing his belly and his erect shaft. It was obvious what he was saying and the next thing I knew, my hand was where his had been and I was slowly sliding his foreskin up and down.
Then there I was, bending my head down to his hairy crotch, taking his cock in my mouth. He groaned. I licked the length of his shaft, ran my finger along it, cupped his heavy balls. It was obvious he was enjoying it as much as me. Then after a couple of minutes of that he grabbed me by the hair so I couldn't escape and pushed my head down, and the next second my mouth was filled with a salty creamy taste as he spunked in my mouth. 'Oh, fucking hell,' he said, 'that's it, that's it.'
I sat up then, wiping his spunk from the cornets of my mouth. We didn't say anything. I watched as he pulled his trousers and pants up and flicked his now limp prick back out of sight. I hadn't had an orgasm myself, but knowing I had satisfied him was a great feeling.
It was the first of many times after that. He said I was better at cock-sucking that his wife had ever been and I had to admit that sucking him and playing with his cock came very easy to me, I did it all instinctively and accepted my place as the cock-sucker, the slut who was already ready for his spunk.
Am I gay?
The` next time we had a film session he was quite open about it, rubbing his length, teasing with his zip. But again that's as far as it went. That's just how it was. Then, the next time we had a session I was watching the film and only half aware of a zip going down. I wasn't sure if to look or not, but I could tell there was something going on to the left of me, just out of sight. Eventually I turned and was shocked to see that he had shuffled his trousers and pants down to his knees and was rubbing his cock quite plainly. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I'd often wondered what his cock looked like and now I knew. It was bigger than mine, that was obvious, uncircumcised, and he was sliding the foreskin up and down. Being circumcised myself, I was quite fascinated by what he was doing. I felt my mouth going dry. I felt like I wanted to say something, but wondered if I dared. Eventully, I did. 'Do you need a hand?' I wondered if he would tell me to piss off. But instead he just took his hand off his cock and leaned back in the chair, exposing his belly and his erect shaft. It was obvious what he was saying and the next thing I knew, my hand was where his had been and I was slowly sliding his foreskin up and down.
Then there I was, bending my head down to his hairy crotch, taking his cock in my mouth. He groaned. I licked the length of his shaft, ran my finger along it, cupped his heavy balls. It was obvious he was enjoying it as much as me. Then after a couple of minutes of that he grabbed me by the hair so I couldn't escape and pushed my head down, and the next second my mouth was filled with a salty creamy taste as he spunked in my mouth. 'Oh, fucking hell,' he said, 'that's it, that's it.'
I sat up then, wiping his spunk from the cornets of my mouth. We didn't say anything. I watched as he pulled his trousers and pants up and flicked his now limp prick back out of sight. I hadn't had an orgasm myself, but knowing I had satisfied him was a great feeling.
It was the first of many times after that. He said I was better at cock-sucking that his wife had ever been and I had to admit that sucking him and playing with his cock came very easy to me, I did it all instinctively and accepted my place as the cock-sucker, the slut who was already ready for his spunk.
Am I gay?
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