Me
I came out late in life and had a difficult time making the change from thinking I was straight. I have a good friend who introduced me to how remarkable my body could give me pleasure and pleasure to others. He helped me to slowly experience my first blowjob. He took my uncut Mexican cock into the warmth of his mouth. It felt so good, that I immediately started pumping my hips and ramming into his throat. I could hear him humming with pleasure as I unloaded my balls into his hungry mouth. He swallowed my offering, smiled, and thanked me.
He pleasured me as often as we could meet and always took a submissive role. My cultural background enjoyed his submissive nature. In our relationship, it became natural for me to be the 'aggressor' and enjoy watching him crawl between my legs and give me the pleasure of draining my balls into his hungry mouth.
Being submissive, he wanted me to experience other guys and understand that he worshipped me and would always be there when needed. He had to move but we continued to communicate. Since I was a 'gym rat' my body was attractive and I had no difficulty finding sex partners. Most of my contacts were submissive and I enjoyed watching them lust for my body and cock.
Although I looked for lasting relationships, there were hot guys always throwing themselves at my feet who wanted to worship my body and give me pleasure. In that atmosphere, I fell into the routine of endless hot mouths on my cock or worshiping at my feet. I often wanted to be more aggressive, but I never seemed to find someone who invited me to take liberties like fucking them or making them eat my ass.
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I was probably gay all my life but the social and religious pressures prevented me from openly engaging in gay sex. I did have a few encounters when in high school but was too shy to actively pursue sex on a routine basis. Being a good Southern boy, I married after high school. As the years passed by, I became more and more frustrated with my heterosexual life. Quite by accident, I discovered the world of cruising. I met friends who helped me into the wonderful world of gay sex. Feeling guilty about cheating on my wife, I told her I was gay. We had a pleasant divorce as I know she had other men after her.
My international career allowed me lots of spare time and I was able to 'taste' wonderful guys from all over the world. I began to notice my tastes ran to darker-skinned younger men. Which to this day are my preference. Even with all the sex, it seemed something was missing. As I grew older and perhaps more introspective, it became evident that I needed to find aggressive men who would possess me and make me do their bidding. I wanted to be used. Younger men were less inclined to be the 'master'.
I finally met a black man who knew my needs and treated me like his sex slave. I was in heaven. He was six feet tall, had an 8-inch cock, and loved my ass. While I sucked his fat dripping cock he would lick my ass driving me crazy. He would flip me over and drive his weapon deep into my gut which he called my pussy. I do not consider myself feminine but found it hot when he talked dirty and made me follow his directions when we had sex.
I told him that I would do anything he wanted and he was happy to accommodate me as long as it gave him pleasure. I have always had a foot fetish and would kiss his feet. One day he told me to suck his toes. Sucking his toes made my cock get hard. He noticed and had me working his toes every time we had sex. One day after he fucked me and I had sucked his cock to clean it, he wanted to pee. I loved his cock and wanted to watch it as he peed. I knelt beside the toilet and got hard watching the yellow steam. When he was almost finished he pulled my head onto his still pissing cock and made me drink the last bit. This was very different for me but because I said I would do anything for him, I began to like it.
Unfortunately, I had to move and miss having a top use me for their pleasure. I am looking forward to finding another 'master' who wants to be serviced.