Part 3
In my first hookup with a man two years earlier we were both nervous. At that time I was not really at ease with my morphing sexuality. However, two years had passed between my first tryst and this one. During that time, I grew to be more comfortable with who I was becoming sexually. I was getting more at ease with my changing desires and my anal orgasmic response; as I relaxed into my rewired “new sexuality”, a desire for male intimacy infiltrated my psyche. The desire to kiss a male sex partner became an expression of my libido and a must do in my menu of sex acts with any man and this one that evening in particular. Kissing had always been a cornerstone in my foreplay with women and that night it would be no different.
The key that opened the door to this new world that night was that I had cast aside my shame, and given into my limbic desire. My own admission to myself was feeding my libido. Revealing it openly and unabashedly to an attractive and very desirable male sex partner was feeding his libido in equal measure; his cock was stone hard. It was profoundly arousing. The excitement and lack of shame I felt kissing a hot naked man in foreplay was flying in the face of the social taboo that had governed me in my past; that excitement was forging my cock to iron. Kissing him on the lips was a big deal; however kissing him in bed in foreplay was beyond a big deal. All of this was having a profound impact on me.