This is a story of me coming to terms, understanding, and accepting of my sexuality. It does involve cheating, so don’t come at me for that. I’m hoping that putting my story into words and getting it out there helps me on my journey as coming out as gay!

I am married to a woman, she’s beautiful and most men would kill to have a chance in bed with her. But our sex life has always been bleh. Sex (with her and other women) just hasn’t been all that exciting. I never really thought much about it. I’ve had sex with men prior, and it was so so so much fun and more natural feeling. All my firsts from kissing to losing my virginity (see previous story) were with men.

I never really thought about my sexual identity. If someone asked me, I’d just say straight. Apart from a select few guys, I’ve never seen guys and thought ‘oh he’s cute’…but have always been attracted to cock, way more so than pussy. Pussy has always been weird and honestly a little gross to me. Not cock though, it makes my mouth water, it makes me hungry in the most primal way.

This story happened a couple years ago. The wife and I hadn’t had much (any) sex and I was pent up and hungry. But not for her. After going a few years without sleeping with a man, it’s all my mind could focus on. I was eyeing men left and right, imaging me being on my knees for them, the feeling of their strong hands on my body, the feeling of them inside me. It was an insatiable desire I couldn’t kick.

So I downloaded Grindr and set up a profile. After a few days of constant message and solicitations, nothing was really catching my eyes. They men were just too abrasive and crude, I wanted to be wooed at least a little. I wasn’t sure what type of man I was searching for, but none of the photos I was being sent really got me excited.

And then came the day Aaron sent me a message. It was something simple like ‘hey’. But seeing his face, I instantly got butterflies. He was soooooo cute! Slightly older than me (35), tall (6’1”), mesmerizing blue eyes, and in shape daddy-type build. He was dominant top married to a man, who was looking for a fun submissive btm. I was smitten from this seemingly perfect match.

He was one of the few who didn’t jump straight to sex talk. He wanted to know more about me, if I was bi or gay (told him I wasn’t sure), my experiences in the past, what I was looking for, and what got me going. Simply put I was smitten. Every time I looked at my phone, my heart fluttered in excitement when I saw a notification a new message from Aaron.

We chatted for a few days, and eventually the talk turned more sexual…after all, we were both on Grindr for he same thing. He was an assertive Dom, but not pushy or overbearing. I was eager to give myself to him for his pleasure, in whatever capacity that entailed. He refused to show me his cock, telling me that the first time I get to see it will be in person. Meanwhile, I couldn’t stop sending him photos of me bent over, showing him the body that lay waiting for his claim.

Finally the day came. I normally wouldn’t host, but Aaron told I would if I truly wanted him. He told me to put a blindfold on, leave the door unlocked, and be naked on all fours on my living room floor. Nervously, I did just that, let him know, and waited. In the past I would have chickened out and called it off, but with pure lust pumping through my veins, I was ready.

He walked in and didn’t say a word. I didn’t dare move, or even think about trying to peak out the blindfold. I felt his fingers gently touch my shoulder, and then trail down my back, sending shivers down my spine. When he reached my but and gave it a little pat, I light out a sighed and breathed for the first time since hearing his foot steps.

I listened to him sit down and start to undress. What was probably a minute felt like years I listened to his shoes untie, the jingle of his belt buckle, the sound of his pants hitting the floor. I could only imagine what I looked like; a desperate cock-hungry slut, blindfolded and naked, back (hopefully) perfectly arched, ass in the air ready for the taking. I could feel his eyes roaming my body, my heart racing in anticipation of what he had in store for me.

After sometime, I felt him in front of me. “Open” he said. Immediately I opened my mouth and felt his hard cock push in, and wrapped my lips around it. I was nervous, but determined to give him he best blow job possible. He gently grabbed my shoulders and repositioned me to my knees as I felt his cock hit the back of my throat. He was big, and he was thick.

My hands started to roam his body, as I ached to feel the body of the man I had became enamored with. “Hands down” he ordered to my disappointment. I felt his strong hand on the back of my head, forcing me down further onto his cock. Chocking and swallowing I managed to feel the base of him around my lips. Tears and pride started welling up as I struggled to breath, and that is when he let out his first moan.

It was blissful. He had said three words to me and a moan, but it was all music to my ears. I was so excited and turned on in ways I had never been, nor thought possible. At this moment, I knew I’d do anything to give this man pleasure, and I’ve never laid eyes on him in person.

After a few minutes of thoroughly blowing him, tasting him, running my tongue and learning about this new amazing cock, sucking gently on his balls he withdrew from my mouth. Unsure of what to do, I stayed there on my knees, still blindfolded, and harder than I had ever been in my life.

I felt him walk behind me and gently push me back on all fours. I spread my legs, and hoped I looked inviting to him. I was a horny mess and nothing would break my heart more than him walking out the door.

I had left lube and a condom on the floor for him to use. He cracked open the lube and I felt the coolness of it drip down my hole, followed shortly with a single finger slipping all the way in. Now it was my turn to moan, gasp, and yelp all in one. I almost came right then and there.

He worked his finger in and out, then added a second as I began to rock back into the thrusts. I wasn’t sure if he’ld allow it, so I tried not to make my motions too great. I was literally wrapped around his fingers, and he had to know it.

He withdrew his fingers after a few moments and I felt his hands on my hips. The moment I had been craving for so long had finally come. “Do you want me to use this condom or do you want daddy raw and bare?” Aaron asked.

Up until this point, with the exception of my first time, I had always played safe. It was a firm boundary I had set for myself. But in that moment, my brain was twisted in about 10 different ways. We had exchanged results and I knew he was clean. To me, this wasn’t just a regular once and done fuck. This meant something, what I wasn’t sure.

“You’re choice daddy, I don’t need it” was my shaky reply.

And with that I felt him push inside of me. Just the tip or so, and the fireworks went off. I moaned so loud I imagine the neighbors in the apartment next to me heard, and secretly hoped they did.

He slowly continued inside of me. Ws my tight body stretched to accommodate him, it was his turn to moan. “Fuck you are tight” he said.

It made me so happy to hear Aaron say that. Grinning I pushed back on him, taking him all the way to the hilt. He was know fully inside me, his grip on my hips tightening to the point of it almost being painful. I was in pure bliss, it had been far too long since I felt this pleasure, this sensation.

He slowly started thrusting, gradually picking up the speed. Both of us moaning in unison with every thrust, talking dirty to each other. Me asking if I felt good, him asking that same about him.

He gave me a few playful spanks to test the waters, which my response to was “Harder Daddy”. It was on.

He fucked me hard, fast, and deep, spanking me until my ass was nice and pink. I can’t tell you how long this went on for, it could have been 5 minutes, it could have been 20. My mind was lost and I was putty in Aaron’s strong hands. Sex had never been so fucking good.

I felt his pace quicken, his moans intensify. He said he was getting close “Where do you want it”.

I desperately wanted to taste him, and prior to his arrival, thought he would be cumming down my throat. But that was all out the window now in this moment mixed with passion, and him using me like the slut I wanted to be treated like.

“You…can…cum….inside…me” I panted. No sooner than I let out those words he roared, pushing me flat to floor, and burying himself impossibly deep inside me. I felt his cock pulsing, his hot breath on my neck as I let out a final gasp and moan.

“th..thank you Daddy” I giggled. He laughed and said the pleasure was all his. We lay there as one for a few moments. His still hard cock inside me, him kissing my neck and nibbling my ears as he laced his fingers through my outstretched hand. I truly never wanted this moment to end.

Out of all the times (with men and women) I’ve had sex, nothing had (or has) ever come close to this moment. I felt a seismic, cosmic shift happen. I knew at that moment I would never been the same.

After a few moments, he withdrew and got off me. I lay still, unsure of what to do now. He tugged me back to my knees and I naturally opened my mouth, eagerly receiving his cock.

I sucked his softening (but still half mast) cock clean, savoring the flavor of us, milking out the last few drops of his delicious cum, and eagerly swallowing.

“Leave the blindfold on” he said as he started to get dressed.

“Yes sir” was my reply and I sat there on my knees, slightly disappointed I wasn’t going to be able to see him.

“I’ll let you see me next time, at my place. That’s if you want this again and don’t change your mind after I leave and you cum” I couldn’t imagine not wanting this man, it was the last thing on my mind.

Fully dressed he came up and kissed me passionately. I grabbed his head, opening my mouth and letting his tongue inside my mouth. Fuck he’s even an amazing kisser I thought.

After a few moments of making out, me running my hands over his firm body, he said it was time to go and walked out.

Finally I took off the blindfold and collapsed in total bliss. I giggled and smiled thinking about what just happened, what this could mean and his cum started to run down my legs.

I quickly jerked off, cumming hard in about 2 seconds. And unlike other times, there was not post-nut remorse. I only desperately wanted him more, I knew he had me.

This was a start of a year(ish) long passionate affair. One in which we both fell hard for each other, and he taught me (and showed) me that I’m 10000% gay, and that it’s okay.

Should I share some more stories of my times with Aaron??