Road to Bi

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Road to BiUp until maybe 9 years ago and even longer, I would have never thought of even experimenting in bi-sexual behavior. So how did I get here? Well it went like this. My wife, whom I love, has all but lost total interest in sex. So I began looking on-line for fun. I found such sights as this and several others with live cams and began watching women naked, playing and even masturbating. That was awesome. Before that, I’d never seen a woman play with herself much less cum; not even my wife, believe it or not. And video or live, it was a real thrill. Not like watching paid porn models fake it. This was real women.Every so often I’d notice guys showing too. That didn’t interest me, but occasionally I’d pause to see the size of their cock or notice they were really going at it stroking. I’d wait to see if they were actually bold enough to cum on cam. Many times they did. That was cool to see as well, but of course I told myself strictly in an interesting way – nothing sexual…lol.I was finding fewer and fewer women actually doing anything most times, yet the guys were always there. So why not watch them for a bit “just until a woman got on”. I found that there was chat rooms where these guys were chatting. I of course didn’t want to chat, but was curious what they could possibly talk about. In one bi&curious room, I found that they were chatting like “normal” guys…lol. They would occasionally PM me and I’d exit petrofied they might think I’m “that way”.But I did see a few guys who were in the room occasionally like me and weren’t on cam, again like me. One PM’d me and just said hi. Boldly I said hi. In talking I mentioned that I was just curious, not meaning bi-curious of course, but just curious. In thinking back he most likely thought I meant the other however and said he was too. “Ah, a friend,” I thought. He asked if I ever got on cam and I said no, that I was afraid someone might recognize me. He laughed and said they won’t if it’s just from the waist down. It got me thinking of how I empathized with the guys on cam imagining what it must be like to actually cum on cam! Some woman might be out there secretly watching like I watch them and playing with herself!Finally one day I decided it was time. My wife was out and I had th place to myself for the day. I was going to play and cum on cam for the world to see! I got the cam out and set it up. I took off my pants and underpants. I tested the cam on the preview screen and was shocked to see my bahis firmaları own cock like so many guys I’d seen before right there on the screen. I logged into the site nervously and then played a bit so I’d be good and hard when I turned on my cam. I clicked on the cam icon shaking and there I was! I cummed almost instantly without hardly touching myself. I was shooting cum on the desk top, the floor and my leg. I panicked and shut off the cam, ran and grabbed the Kleenex (that I had forgotten to keep close for such an encounter) and began the clean-up. I’m sure no one even knew I had turned on the cam, much less saw anything.I eventually did however get myself on cam, only to find several guys PMing me. But a couple were pleasant and not overt. It seemed as if it were a compliment having them admire me that way. That began my road to true bi-curiousness. I found no women ever seemed to watch but guys did by the dozens and I felt like a star. I may not want what they want, but it was fun teasing and being the center of activity. It was what I assume women must feel like when they show.Well it didn’t take long then before I was looking forward to guys PMing me. They began asking if I’d ever done anything in person. Of course not! But it did get me thinking, what would it be like to actually jack off with another guy sitting right here doing the same. The thought buried itself in my brain and hung there.I met a guy on-line I’ll call John. We chatted a lot when we were both in the room and finally exchanged email addresses. We found we were so very much alike. First of course, we were both virgins at this. We were also both long term married monogamously, which mean freedom from disease – a big deal. Our cocks were both cut, same approximate size and then I found he lived just 70 miles from me. I didn’t mention it at first, but I began thinking I wonder….Well we began talking about what it would be like to get together and of course how tough it might be. We needed to keep the wives unaware of course. There was the distance and then WHERE TO MEET – just in case we ever did of course – all theoretical. We decided that IF we ever did, it would of course be totally no pressure. If either of us wanted to back out at any time, that was fine and no hard feelings. After all we weren’t gay.Well with the distance and the wives, it was difficult and we chatted and plotted for close to two years! We would still jack together on line figuring that would make kaçak iddaa us more comfortable IF we ever decided to go through with it. My wife worked at the school so most days I was clear, but his wasn’t employed and it wasn’t as easy.We talked about where also. We thought about a motel somewhere between our places, but neither like that idea. I have a piece of land we could use and that seemed ideal, except that was longer for us both. Then I realized that with my wife working 5 days a week, we actually had my place available. I mentioned it and we considered the plusses and minuses. If she came home at worst, all we had to do was zip up. She’d never suspect sex between us in a million years. Besides she never comes home early; usually late if anything.After discussing all this for months, one Friday he PM’d me and said he was free that following Monday if I was. I blankly replied sure. Afterward, I think I was in a slight state of shock. Was it going to happen- we’d meet up to masturbate together? I remembered the awkward feeling after masturbating on line and wondered how that might go in person. But Monday rolled around. The wife left and he showed up by 9.We stated by just chatting a bit in person. Then I had told him so the sex wasn’t so much pressure, I’d teach him a few things about computers since he was very raw in that department and we spent a good half hour or 45 minutes doing that. After that, as agreed, we put on some porn – amateur videos I had downloaded over the years – to break the ice. I let him choose and we spent close to 2 hours doing that with neither of us even unzipping. But I was so hard between what we were watching and the potential of this situation that I finally unzipped as casually as one can under such conditions. Without even turning his head my way, he followed suit and unzipped and pulled his out as well.He then slowly began stroking himself as he watched the video without ever looking my way. I on the other hand was sitting back just a bit where he couldn’t see my head and I was watching nothing but him. I was so hard and close to cumming I didn’t dare stroke because I didn’t want to cum so soon. I wanted this to go on!But as he stroked, I saw him growing harder and a bit longer and I knew he was going to cum soon as well. I secretly wanted to touch him. I may have alluded to that in our chats, but I don’t think I ever said it out right. I was in a dilemma: I promised no pressure, yet I was about to lose my chance. kaçak bahis somewhere from within me I heard myself say,”Would you mind if I did that for you?”There was no hesitation and he still never looked my way but he did say YES and let go of his own cock. He was sitting here in my computer swivel chair and I was sitting on a folding chair shoulder to shoulder to him. As I said, without looking my way he closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair. He was to my left so I reached my left hand over and took hold of another man’s cock for the first time ever!It felt so strange as I slowly stroked it like he was. I was stroking a hard cock similar in size to my own, yet I didn’t feel mine being stroked. And it was over to my left at that. I was lost there for a moment but wanted it to feel good for him too. I told him I was right handed so I would change hands. With that as I let go, he swiveled facing me legs spread, with me sitting between them. Still he hadn’t looked my way, but laid back to enjoy. I went to work on him stroking and doing it the way I like. He was moaning approval so I went on. I had “subtly” laid out two clean hankies on the desk top for cumming and he began to moan, “Grab a hanky. I’m going to cum.” I put my left hand over my right and told him to just cum in my hand.Suddenly, I was not only touching another man’s cock, when it was hard, but making him cum – and cumming right into my hand! And cum he did! More that I’d ever seen him cum on line. I had a handful now of another man’s cum. I’d never seen another man cum in person before much less touch his cum. And no I didn’t taste it. The thought never even occurred to me until other guys on line asked if I had. He had told me that when he cums he loses any sexual desire quickly so I didn’t ask him to do me. He asked if I wanted him to but I explained I knew how he felt. He said, “Next time I’ll do you first.” Next time, I thought. That sounded promising.OK that was my first sort of BI encounter. After that we lost contact for several years when his computer crashed and as I said he wasn’t tech savvy. He couldn’t remember many of his passwords and even his own private yahoo email he’d set up for just this thing to keep his wife out. I of course knew nothing. I thought he might have passed away or maybe didn’t like it and was done. But we had chatted for 3 months after the incident and he seemed as gun-ho as I about how things went. The about a year and a half ago I saw him on the site again and using a name he set up for his secret email. I asked if it was him and we hit it off like we had never lost a step.There is another part to this story that I’ll post another time if there is any interest.

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