It took me until my 60th year to come to grips with my bisexuality. It was always lurking just below the surface but it took until I was sexually confident and wise enough to let my demon out of its box. In all the tests I have self administered on line, I come out 70 – 30; seventy percent hetero sexual and thirty percent homosexual. I find it elegantly erotic that I can be aroused by a man or a woman or even myself with no one.
While I have shared the exquisite erotic sexual pleasure of women for most of my life, I have also recently come to enjoy the exquisite intimacy of sharing pleasure with men, first on line then in person. The on line experience hardened my cock as I exposed my most secret forbidden urges to men on line in chat and eventually in real time on camera. As we exchanged mutual mental and visual images of lurid desires and homoerotic lust our cocks grew hard in our separate silent spaces. Expressing things that we could never say in person or look each other in the eyes as we said them, sharing fantasies, safely separated by distance and media provoked our cocks to harden and eventually to erupt for each other’s visual enjoyment. Some of the stimulation to ejaculate was visual but I venture a guess that much of the reason for my hot eruption of cum was the admission of vulgar desire and the raw male beauty of his sexual arousal. Seeing his rigid cock pumping ropes of cum inspired my own cascade of hot semen.
Diverting from my normal heterosexual practices, shedding my inhibitions and admitting my secret homosexual fantasies to a man was an exposure of a dark and sensual need; I was amazed how much it inflamed my desire. The intimacy of sharing thoughts, feelings, erotic urges and expressing my desire to experience the uniquely intense sexual pleasure from sex with a man to a man that I intended to have sex with was deeply erotic.
On line intimacy eventually led to savoring the visceral reality and exquisite eroticism of one on one sexual intimacy. That experience of having my cock harden as I witnessed him sliding his pants down to reveal his own erection for my enjoyment in the quiet privacy of a hotel room in the middle of the afternoon is one of the most erotic things I have ever done. Getting naked for each other and getting naked into bed together in the middle of the day as the rest of the world worked added to the forbidden pleasure that we were about to share.
Knowing that he was erect in anticipation of having sex with me was a huge turn on. The sweet memory of laying back on the bed as I swung my leg over him to mount him and straddle his hips stirs an erotic longing in me to this day. As I held our cockheads together in my hand with my balls resting on his, my anus twitched and my cock root lurched making precum drool from my cock slit. That memory is making my cock stiffen and drip as I write this.
I recall the smooth sultry heat of his penis under penis as I rested my hanging balls on his in repose. I expressed the precum from my cock slit onto the cleft under his cock head and rested my own shaft on his. As I thrust my pelvis back and forth my cockhead was drawn against his rigid shaft like a bow on an elegantly erotic cello. Drawing my bow gracefully arched in its rigid need to make music on his sexy instrument I have indeed made raw carnal music well up in both of our prostate glands in desperately sweet urgency. My precum was oozing a stream coating his penis in slippery passion. The cock head to cock head rubbing concerto added a dimension of illicitness and inappropriate eroticism to the music we made. I knew that he heard the same lustful music that I did as he began to dance underneath me, thrusting his cock against mine in inelegant urgency underneath me.
The harmony of friction of our two cocks as they slid awkwardly against each other, parrying back and forth as they dared each other to feel more and more pleasure. The copious slippery expression of wet lust spread to our balls, they were coated with precum. Our sacs were slipping and sliding on each other as our hips forced our cocks to stimulate each other and lift us to the excruciatingly sweet precipice of imminent ejaculation. As I approached the edge of that abyss, the sensation of agonizing pleasure riveted itself in my cock and quickened my pulse and made breathing hard. The tingling urgency of imminent ejaculation drove me to grind my cock against his with intense erotic determination.
I looked down at the man I was straddling and cock humping on to see his face contorted as the desperation of imminent orgasm took control of his body. At that agonizing moment when sexual release was making it difficult for us both to focus our thoughts, somehow he had the coordination to reach up and pinch both my nipples. The resulting jolt of sexual electricity shot from my anguished nipples straight to my cock and prostate, giving them permission to do the vulgar act of spilling my cum onto his cock.
In that flash of a second when the anguished desperation of imminent ejaculation was tensing up my prostate to force it to release its hot load, I forced my eyes open and looked at him laying there between my legs. There was something so forbidden and wrong about what I was about to do, but there was something so right about it. It was the first time I was to experience an ejaculative orgasm with another man, to spill mycum on him from the wanton rubbing of our cockheads. That thought made this illicit act even more vulgar and wrong yet it also made it exquisitely erotic. There was an awkward elegance to it and an exquisitely satisfying sensation of scratching a profoundly intense itch that I need to scratch for a long time. Frozen in time I savored the forbidden experience I was about to have.
As I looked down on our two cocks in my hand, both of our cockslits were pressed together. Both our cock slits were reddened, leaking clear lust from the friction of our thrusts. Seeing our cock slits kissing was too much for me to bear; I released. I felt the divine pleasure of my prostate pumping deep inside my anus. Then I had the serene erotic pleasure of watching my cock express the viscous steam of my semen flow from my cock slit and coat his cock head. My ejaculation was deep and steady forcing me to piss my cum all over his cock.
I watched in rapt fascination as orgasmic bliss stilled my body and made me glaze his cock with my hot cream. The feeling of my warm cum coating his cockhead pushed him over the orgasmic abyss as he released his hot load onto my fist which held our two spasming cocks together. There was something almost spiritual about mingling our cum, combining the fluids of our lust in an unholy cocktail as we both shuddered in our own shared ecstasy.
With that memory in my mind just a few minutes ago, I was inspired to launch into a very profound MMO session. I was laying in my bed floating in MMO rapture recalling that highly arousing moment. This particular session was fueled by staccato breathing and syncopated tweaking and pinching of my nipples. The choreographed dance that made cascades of agonizing pleasure drill into my anus and make my cock root, prostate, anus and anal tract convulse in a juggernaut like series of spasms and pumping contractions also made waves of excruciating bliss rise and fall inside me and lap at my mind causing chills of mental ecstasy tease my brain.
As the waves washed into me, pounding my body and tempting my mind to seek out the most lewd erotic fantasies I could think of, my thoughts were drawn to the memory of frotting with that guy. Suddenly the memory of the warmth of his balls and shaft on my own became so real I could feel it. The cascades of convulsive pleasure deep in my anal tract became more intense as I recalled our innocently erotic congress. I could feel the pumping spasm of my prostate make precum ooze from my slit and wet the mattress underneath me.
As I floated in the mesmerizing waves of orgasmic bliss the percussive resonance of sweet orgasm chiming again and again in a carillon deep inside my anal tract made maintaining my breathing increasingly difficult. The ringing chills of orgasmic ecstasy were running up my spine and clouding my thoughts.
From deep in the haze of shuddering bliss I managed to maintain my mental focus and I wondered what it might have been like if I had not frotted him that day but instead what it might have been like for me to lay down on the bed with my legs spread, up and over my head offering my anus to him. What might it have been like if I held his cock to my hungry hole and implored him to impale me so I could experience the exquisite agonizing ecstasy of anal penetration as he held my cock and masturbated me as he looked me in the eye?
As I looked him in the eyes he would force his cock deep into me to trigger the sweet rapture of my anal orgasm . I wondered what it would have been like to look into his eyes and share the same mental intimacy that I share with a woman as I fuck her.
I had my answer in a flash of a second as my prostate convulsed in a series of explosively powerful MMOs that were so intense that I had to bury my face into my pillow to stifle the noise that was involuntary coming from my throat. Machine gun like convulsions of white hot searing ecstasy was detonating deep in my anal tract. I could feel my anus opening and clamping shut in rhythmic spasms as the pleasure reached deep into my asshole to impale me and make my body get rigid.
I was helpless. As much as I tried to relax and let the pleasure flow through me, the sense of white hot ecstasy forced me to bear down and moan as it sent ripples of the most pure erotic pleasure to my brain. As I struggled to maintain a vision of the two of us cock to cock with our gaze locked in still rapture paroxysms of sheer pleasure gripped me and swung me around like a rag doll.
For fifteen minutes I wrestled with this demon orgasm that was clamping my anus open and shut and squeezing my prostate causing excruciating euphoria to flow up my spine and cloud my mind. In the end it held me down and had its way with me. As I lay there immobilized by it, it imposed my own vulgar memories in my brain overpowering the tender mercy I was struggling to sustain. It held my legs apart as its enormous throbbing cock impaled me and fucked me deeply.
When it was done there was a large wet spot of my precum underneath me and my heart was racing. I got out of bed and went to my office to commit this to writing before I forgot one iota of it. My anus is still throbbing and my prostate is pulsing and vibrating warmly as my rigid cock continues to drool my lustful precum dampening my underwear and pants.
The joining of two men’s cocks and anal penetration by a man in intimate congress is a deeply erotic experience. My memory of past events and the fantasy of being fucked is my open admission that I am bi.
Source: https://www.aneros.com/blogs/memory-of-frotting/