My journey into the world of bisexuality continued, and I was ready to go a step further. I began to think about inviting a man into my apartment and bed. And I asked James after he sucked me in my car, and we kissed.

I love kissing and with another man, I found this quite erotic. I could tell how a lady lover was in bed by the passion in her kisses. If this held, James would be incredible. It amazed me, I kissed a man, and I liked it. Feeling his tongue dance with mine, as we entangled, caressing each other.

James was traveling and when my urges came, I found myself fishing in Lake Craigslist. I met some other men in a dark public parking lot, but no one I wanted to kiss. There was this one man, I felt a strong dominance, forcing his mouth deep around my cock. He gagged, and I apologized, I guess I was too forceful.

He responded, “Take my mouth as you wish, I am your cock slave sir!”

You would think he was a small submissive man, instead he was a corporate executive in a suit, dominant in his office. I grabbed his head, and he gagged again and again, and I came extremely hard. When he withdrew from my cock, he thanked me and wished me a good night. I was still not used to men taking my cock, even with force, and thanking me.

Yet, I was getting less satisfied, perhaps bored with this back-seat routine. I kissed a man, and I liked it, and I wanted more.

James returned from his business travels and eagerly accepted my invitation to visit my apartment.

Once again, I was nervous, about inviting a stranger to my apartment. I watched porn and masturbated with the thoughts of James in my bed. I made little marks on one of the supports behind the headboard, with every lady I bedded. I had a color code for each, based on how bad, good, or great the sex was. I was about to add a new color dot representing men in my bed.

 I undressed and took a photo of myself, hard and ready, in the mirror. I wore a robe, loosely tied the belt, and waited for James to arrive. The doorbell rang and I called for him to come up the steps to my second-floor apartment. Where I was nervous, James was not, he had met men in their homes or motels before. A new term, I was hosting James.

What do we do next, after he takes off his coat? In the back of the car, my guest took the lead and began to fondle my cock through my sweatpants. I should have known James knew, as he moved closer to me, and reached inside my robe. We began to kiss, more passionately than before. He undid the robe belt and began kissing my body.

My semi-hard cock was stiffening nicely, and my hands instinctively moved to the back of James’s head, as he started to lick and stroke my cock. We were only a few feet from the door, and he was already giving me pleasure. I wondered if we were ever going to the bedroom, as he engulfed my shaft into his wanting mouth.

I wanted James in my bed and reluctantly released my firm grip. He looked up at me from his knees and he understood. Then came another first for me, I asked him to get undressed. James didn’t need to be asked again, he quickly undressed and now I was looking at another man’s hard cock.

In the car, my sucking guest never got undressed while I stripped down, except for the one time with James. Now I was standing with a naked man. James slid my robe off, which fell to the floor. He guided my hand to his hard cock, then began to stroke my hard shaft. I was holding James’s cock, and it felt good. This was a different feeling than when I was in the car with James. It was more passionate, and I could tell my backseat car days were ending.

He shaved his cock and balls, so his shaft was smooth, with a nice bulbous cut cockhead. I led him into my bedroom, where I had taken ladies before. I needed James to set the scene, I didn’t know what to do.

He suggested we lay on the bed, and we cuddled and kissed. What a feeling, his naked warm body against mine. Our cocks touching, he began to gyrate, and with this, another new term. We began to grind our cocks together. I was getting a lot of education and loving this feeling.

His cock was similar in size to mine, and we were both rock-hard. I could not resist stroking and feeling his cock in my hand, caressing his hard cockhead, and feeling his large full balls. All while kissing passionately, my passion was running high.

Then he suggested I sit up and propped a few pillows begin my head. He told me to enjoy watching him suck my cock. He said he was hungry for my cock and come. We kissed and then he slowly moved down into a position where I could see my shaft being loved by his skillful hands and willing mouth.

In the car, I rarely saw my cock while the man sucked on it. Now I watching as James worked his magic on my aching manhood. I have seen many women suck my cock, but James made it a point to look at me at times, making the experience deeper and more personal. James loved sucking cock, and it showed by his unrushed attention and skill.

I watched as he licked and suckled my cockhead and then took my shaft all the way down into my mouth, then back up. My hands gripping his cockhead but not forcefully, James was in control, and I was along for the pleasure ride.

When he sensed I was getting close to climax, he slowed his cadence and moved up for a deep kiss, before returning to my cock. I learned later this was called edging. I was moaning, I wanted this pleasure to last, but I wanted to climax as well. He edged me once more and then focused on my cockhead, while gently fondling my balls. Then he did something only one lady ever did while sucking, he inserted a finger into my anal hole. He wiggled his finger, and the pleasure reached a higher level, exceeding my stamina and holding power. I gripped his head harder and his finger went deeper, and I climaxed.

My ejaculation was hard, pure pleasure but also painful, at the same time. I held on as I continued to spurt hot juice into James’ mouth. His tongue did not stop but he did withdraw his finger. He continued to lick and suckle my shaft as I descended from the heights of pure pleasure. He was looking up at me, licking the outside of my softening shaft. He was feeling pleasure too, giving me one of the best oral sessions ever.

When he finally withdrew, I slid down, and we cuddled and kissed. He said, “You taste wonderful, was I good?”

I was pleased that he liked my come, I don’t think any lady ever expressed her desire for my taste before. I replied, “That was incredible!”

He started stroking his hard cock and asked, “Do I mind if I jack off?”

My head was so full of passion, and I recalled sucking his cock in the car. I asked, “Could I try sucking your cock?”

He replied, “You don’t have to, I am here for your pleasure. However, I would not mind at all.”

I remembered taking his cock in the car and how good this felt. From the moment I held James’s cock in the living room, I was overwhelmed with passion for this man. I shifted positions, and I was staring at a hard cock, ready for my mouth. Once again, I mimicked James' actions, except I could not take him deep without gagging. He reassured me again, that with practice you would be able to take him deep, but I was making him feel good.

How did I get so lucky to find a man so willing and patient, and so skillful at giving me pleasure?

I began to realize why men enjoyed sucking cock. I felt pleased that Jim was getting pleasure. He deserved it after the amazing expert blow job he provided to me. Each time he moaned, I got excited. I was caught up in the moment and just sucked faster, and he didn’t mind. His legs stiffened up, his balls got tight, and I knew he was about to climax.

I could taste his sweet and then he was about to fill my mouth. I still could not handle all his seed and withdrew. He came on my face again but this time, I took his cock back in my mouth and tasted the final spurt of seed.

Unlike me, his cock gets very sensitive after the climax. Thankfully my cock doesn’t get sensitive, and I love being suckled and licked long after climaxing. Instead, James shifted next to me, and we kissed and cuddled.

He said, “You're getting better at sucking, that felt nice.”

I felt a strange sense of pride, giving him this pleasure that he so willingly gives me. We rested naked together for a while and made plans to see each other again. James became a regular male lover for six or seven months, then he disappeared. No idea what happened or where he went. However, I knew I wanted to meet another regular lover like James. Craigslist discontinued their ads while I was with James. I have a better appreciation for my bi side, and I continue to meet men for mutually oral sessions through a popular bi-gay online website.

My next story will share some bi-experiences that stood out, and some near-missed events, which predated the start of my bisexual journey.