The Ring (Pt. 1)
It started innocently enough. I think just about men, at some point, will check out some gay porn. Even the ones who insist on their absolute heterosexuality will take a glimpse at a man sucking another's cock. Probably men fucking too. It's just natural. I'm no different.
I had watched gay porn here and there, out of curiosity and then arousal. There was no denying that the sight of men naked and pleasuring each other had become a turn on for me. But it was just another option. Just another type of porn I could stumble across and enjoy. My wife, of course knew little about my porn habits and certainly nothing about the gay stuff. That was strictly for me. It was likely a part of what would come to pass. A secret to keep. As I continued to watch my porn, I'd start to steer myself more and more towards those gay videos.
I couldn't help myself. Women were always my prime focus. I love round asses and big tits. But I started to appreciate more about men. Mainly their bodies, which oddly enough were attractive almost no matter what. The muscle men with their carved abs, or the guys with "dad bods". They all started to get me going. More than anything though, it was cocks. Their long shafts, big heads, veins, and the big balls they starred at. I could barely watch straight porn anymore without my focus shifting to the guy's cock instead of the woman getting fucked. Before long, my primary source of getting off was to gay porn.
I started to comment on a lot of the videos I watched. Commenting on how hot the men were, how amazing the sex was, admiring their cocks. Sometimes there would be replies, often agreeing with me or adding to what I had said. Much like how I started sliding towards gay porn, I started finding a niche of the genre - homemade movies of married men sucking dick and getting fucked. These men were secretly out there with men. It was, dare I say it, fucking hot as hell. Now these I always commented on. A lot of "wish that was me" or "I'd love to sneak away for that". Replies were some along the spectrum of guys saying me too or those few who said it's normal for married men to want to pursue gay sex. Encouraging even. It got to the point where I'd be so rock hard and horny that between jerk off sessions I'd play with my ring. Wondering if I should take it off while I cum to the idea of being with a man. I always left it on. I liked the feel of it. The band symbol of my own heterosexuality around the finger of the same hand masterbating watching a married man getting railed by another anonymous man.
Then, after a while, I started getting private messages. A man who had responded to many of my comments wanted to chat with me directly. This was the turning point. I had no idea how this contact was going to change so much. And things did change the moment I read:
"I live right by you!"
I had watched gay porn here and there, out of curiosity and then arousal. There was no denying that the sight of men naked and pleasuring each other had become a turn on for me. But it was just another option. Just another type of porn I could stumble across and enjoy. My wife, of course knew little about my porn habits and certainly nothing about the gay stuff. That was strictly for me. It was likely a part of what would come to pass. A secret to keep. As I continued to watch my porn, I'd start to steer myself more and more towards those gay videos.
I couldn't help myself. Women were always my prime focus. I love round asses and big tits. But I started to appreciate more about men. Mainly their bodies, which oddly enough were attractive almost no matter what. The muscle men with their carved abs, or the guys with "dad bods". They all started to get me going. More than anything though, it was cocks. Their long shafts, big heads, veins, and the big balls they starred at. I could barely watch straight porn anymore without my focus shifting to the guy's cock instead of the woman getting fucked. Before long, my primary source of getting off was to gay porn.
I started to comment on a lot of the videos I watched. Commenting on how hot the men were, how amazing the sex was, admiring their cocks. Sometimes there would be replies, often agreeing with me or adding to what I had said. Much like how I started sliding towards gay porn, I started finding a niche of the genre - homemade movies of married men sucking dick and getting fucked. These men were secretly out there with men. It was, dare I say it, fucking hot as hell. Now these I always commented on. A lot of "wish that was me" or "I'd love to sneak away for that". Replies were some along the spectrum of guys saying me too or those few who said it's normal for married men to want to pursue gay sex. Encouraging even. It got to the point where I'd be so rock hard and horny that between jerk off sessions I'd play with my ring. Wondering if I should take it off while I cum to the idea of being with a man. I always left it on. I liked the feel of it. The band symbol of my own heterosexuality around the finger of the same hand masterbating watching a married man getting railed by another anonymous man.
Then, after a while, I started getting private messages. A man who had responded to many of my comments wanted to chat with me directly. This was the turning point. I had no idea how this contact was going to change so much. And things did change the moment I read:
"I live right by you!"
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