Learning the Ropes Chapter One: Sexploration
Ya, I know. It's kinky, it's dangerous, and just not at all proper. I've been told that at least a million times. But, in every single instance, it was people who's opinions weren't anything I'd stake a fiver on, much less my personal happiness. It all started in that arcade up in Lincoln on my fraternity, pledge class sneak. Thinking back, it's amazing no one else noticed it. That total stranger just zipped into my viewing booth, knelt, and immediately started sucking my already hard cock. You talk about a dilemma. Hundreds of miles from home, with all of my frat brothers just yards away in the same adult video store, and this guy is suddenly stroking my cock in and out of his mouth, ummmm, god that felt good. In fact, in spite of the shock, risk, and surprise, I did have the composure to reach up and latch the door so he'd be able to finish. Shame on me, lol. Humm, just maybe I was actually gay? And with his swallowing of my first, gay load, everything changed. Sure, it starts with letting another man touch your penis, and then letting him suck it, and usually also, cumming in his mouth, usually pretty dam quickly, at least at first. Then getting all quivery and weak kneed, and just moving on, satisfied, relaxed, and feeling just a bit guilty, but incredibly happy & unstressed. And then soon you're also touching him, stroking him, and eventually taking the big step, and putting another man's cock in your mouth. You discover the delicious, controlling sensation of have another mans cock sliding in and out of your mouth. And with that, you discover your gag reflex, lmao. And then, usually, and totally unexpectedly, someone will grab your head, and treat you to your first mouth full of fresh, warm cum. You nearly gag with shock and surprise, but somehow manage to gulp it down none the less. And with that, you'll have also made the leap from cock sucker, to cum swallower
cum slut, or if you're at all like me, a cum loving pig, UMMM. And then in time, and with many, many repetitions, you actually get so that you can tease, please, suck, lick, swallow, orally assault, and ultimately milk a cock so masterfully that several local married men keep your number on speed dial just to let you provide exactly that service whenever they feel the urge to put you on your knees in front of them, and fuck your hot face, and feed you their load. At least I've gotten to that point, and to be truth full, cock sucking is still one of the pleasures in life that I absolutely love, crave, and just can't seem to get enough of. But you see, that cock sucking thing seems to have created a problem. Now a days, I don't consider cock sucking to be anything bad at all. In fact
it's actually no different than any guy picking up a lady, and getting laid
But ya see, there in again lies the rub. Since those legions who preached endlessly on the evils of gay sex were so totally and deliberately, either lying, or just plain wrong, then how in the world can I believe any of the other things the railed against with all the fervor of the morally self righteous? Basically, I can't! You should now be starting to see my dilemma, lol. First, they warned of the evils of masturbation. And now a days I can not only masturbate, but I can do it with either hand, with of without lotion, while typing, and even switch hands in the middle of a sentence, and gain a stroke. It's what gets me through the days when I don't have any chocolate, lol. And then it was the cock sucking thing. And now a days, if you printed the daily newspaper in brail, on a thick, hard, eight inch cock, I'd gladly read it cover to cover, every morning, blindfolded, with just my lips and tongue, YUM! Oh my god do I love feeling, moistening, and reading every single contour of the head, shaft, taint and balls of a willing man's cock, with just my lips, tongue, throat, and fingertips. And with those two, life changing self discoveries, I began my life as a sexplorer extraordinaire. Or at lease a very definite wannabe, ya hunk. Wink. Which is more or less where I was when this new development first occurred. I'm no longer a naïve teenager, but now a 40'ish, over educated, attractive, well traveled and fairly experienced, gay, professional, who has tried a bit more than just sucking cocks. And yes, I have discovered a few things I do not enjoy, like extreme pain, suffocation, knife play, large leather bull whips, or anything that makes me bleed. But I've also discovered bunches of other stuff that's nothing short of just fucking yummy, hehehe. Please Sir, may I have some more? Yummm. For instance, I absolutely love being bound, preferably in heavy leather or chains, blind folded, and used like a piece of meat for one or more men's sexual use. I love feeling something forced up my ass, be it a finger, an electrode, a dildo, or another mans cock. I've found that I love the feel of other men's hands groping, squeezing, fondling, and spanking my naked body. Basically, it seems that these days, I am on a quest to discover just what sensual pleasures are out there, available, and that I might enjoy. But with my quest of male-male sexploration, a new, and even tougher problem developed. And that was finding that perfect man to trust, learn from, kneel before, and sexplore with. And it's that very search that's lead me to this point. Where I'm still searching, about to try someone new, and see just where that will lead. Sure, I'd love to find a confident, assertive, experienced, attractive, hung
considerate, loving, and occasionally sadistically cruel and dominant man to kiss, service, and kneel before as he chose. But what are the odds. Ya, I know, take a number, the line forms at the edge of town, and stretches clear out've sight. Every submissive, horny, lonely man out there who can still get it up seeks that. But in lieu of Mr. Perfect, I've been seeking a play mate. Basically, someone like myself, who enjoys things many would call kinky. And recently, I've found myself once again curious about two new forms of sensual pleasure
and wanting to find someone to assist me in exploring, and experiencing them both. In my assorted sexual experiences, two things have recently happened to make me curious to try more. One was a man having me kneel in his shower, suck him off, and then stay in that position as he pissed all over my naked body, including my face and open mouth. Honestly, it was hot. And much to my surprise, it didn't taste bad at all. And it absolutely made me want to explore more male-male sex involving piss drinking, showers, and a sundry play. The second was in a room full of naked men, where I was hooded, blinded, shackled, and on my knees sucking cocks. One man instead turned, reached back and used both hands to fully spread his ass cheeks, and had someone else shove my helpless face into his ass, and then had me systematically lick clean his ass hole. And again, contrary to popular beliefs, I liked it, and want to try more. But, even in the very limited, public gay community of this Midwestern, bible belt burg, those are two things you just don't advertise for in the local newspaper. Ya, a bill board would probably work, lol, but then you'd never be allowed in the supermarket again, argh! Definitely not appropriate in church, lol. Ooops. Sure, I've tried dozens of supposedly secure, discreet, male bdsm and personals sites, but we all already know just how reliable they are. Most are just trying to lure you into buying an expensive membership. Most others are only useful if you happen to live in Southern California, South Florida, or Amsterdam. None of them were turning up any useful contacts here in NorthEast Kansas, bummer! Oh Dorothy. Can I borrow Todo for a few hours? Unfortunately, about the only good, steady, hot gay sex I'd been getting was through a bi-male group in Kansas City. These were basically just parties where bi, gay, or just horny men paid their money, stripped off all there clothes, and commenced to sucking & fucking like rabbits in heat, for an hour or so, and then left as discretely as they'd arrived. At the last one, I had managed to lick one hot bubble butt for awhile, and I'd even been part of 3-some where I licked an ass, then sucked the attached cock as another was fucking him in the ass. UMM, loved that. But I was really hoping for a situation where I might get more, private, lengthy, wet and pissy experience. Apparently, my comments hadn't gone unnoticed, and at the most recent event, one particular man had expressed an interest in possibly binding and using me sexually. He gave me his E-mail address, and left the ball in my court. With that, I promptly sent it back, in an e-mail of my own, basically detailing just how I am hoping to be tied, tried, spanked & yanked. I thought it a bit early to scare him off with requests of water sports & rimming. And to my stunned surprise, he replied the very next day. But, it was the nature of his reply that blind sided me. In short, he said that he was a male masseuse, charged $75.00/hour, and that everything that I had expressed an interest in was available in a long session. A male whore, ummm. To be perfectly honest, that was a possibility I'd never considered. But after reading that reply,.... Ohhh, the naughty possibilities. Ummm, it made me ass hole & throat pucker & tingle just imagining it. True, the idea of having someone I could have on my speed dial to scratch my kinky itch anytime it flared up was incredibly appealing, but? I'd also not mentioned the degree of kink I was interested in. Would he really bend over spreading his ass cheeks, and allow/command me to lick, tease, clean, and penetrate his anus with my tongue? And since he had many "customers", others who also might crave a lengthy, warm, golden shower, how could he possibly piss on them all? Who can piss that much on demand? I was basically seeking someone assertive, intuitive, both compassionate and at times greedy. Someone who could learn to quickly read my mood, and know just when to continue lightly squeezing & twisting my balls with one hand, and then suddenly, viciously and unexpectedly, whip his lash across my bare ass with the other hand, leaving a bright red stripe for my pleasure and disciplinary training. In short a dom. Was this someone who would end up being a 90 lb wimp just trying to take my money? Dam, Aren't second thoughts a bitch? So, I did something dumb and risky. I sent him a second e-mail. This time I did outline just how kinky I was, that I indeed was hoping to take other men's urine, be forced to drink my own, to orally service other men's ass holes, to be fucked in both holes, by one or more men, bound, whipped, cock slapped, and photographed & filmed at his discretion. I told him that as a submissive, nothing was out-of-bounds, including catheters, enemas, catheter tubes to gags, funnel gags, human toilet, electrical toys, clamps, ect. I even suggested the he might also bind & blind fold me, naked, and allow his other customers to use me, or to be serviced in any of these kinky ways by me. After hitting that send button, I was fairly sure that I'd never hear from him again. He'd surely just been agreeing to things in an effort to sell another massage. No one could operate commercially, offering all those services, without being busted for prostitution or assault. But hey, it was worth a shot, so who knows. But, the very next day his reply was there, in my inbox, waiting for me. It said: "I charge $75.00 for a one hour session. Tell me when you'll be in town next for me to use" Randy Oh My God. Time to take a trip East.