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My wife is encouraging me to go to a gay sauna. I did go a few months ago. I finally obeyed her a few months after my initial visit, pretending on her orders, that that was my first time. She is aware of my bisexuality, which must be evident in this post.

I do want to go back. There is such excitement in being among other naked men. And the thought of why they are all there. One section has a part where no towel can be worn. Completely naked is the order of the day. Only a couple of times a week, so I picked that day. It really is excellent. I did a bit of kissing and fondling, got my cock sucked for a while at least, all in near darkness. And so busy. I feel most were married men, and mainly older like myself, which is pleasing to me. A lunchtime, near a business area of the city. It would make sense.

One of the particularly exciting aspects was hearing men moaning. Enjoying being fucked, or sucking random cocks. I saw one old guy on his knees, sucking a middle-aged guy's huge dick. It was just so hot. I am looking forward to a return visit. There is a giant porn cinema screen somewhere there apparently. I want to masturbate naked before it. See what happens..

In fact, I do have a number of gay sex fantasy scenarios in which I service some strange man. They are fewer than ones just being about a guy and I being equal "friends" because being submissive is not who I am. I am a more dominant masculine, hetero type. But that's what makes these types of fantasies even hotter in ways, because I'm NOT like that. Does that make sense? Lol. Plus, I do like "servicing" and pleasing a lover anyway.
　
I have one where a man helps me out in life in a major way. Maybe I need a place to stay and he lets me stay with him at his mega mansion, pays off tens of thousands of dollars of my debt (I don't have any such debt. Lol), or whatever. And he is all around sweet to me. I can tell that he likes me in THAT way so I give myself to him. And because he's done everything so much for me I make myself his servant of sorts. He's older and maybe out of shape, but I passionately suck him off and do whatever pleases him because of my deep admiration for him. Many of these visions in this fantasy take place out by his pool. I suck his dick and swallow his cum all day long in the sunshine around his pool on a lounge. I give him massages on the poolside lounge and eat his ass, etc.
　
Because I am regularly servicing this man much of it has me going down on him when he's making business calls or whenever. He fucks and sucks me around the house sometimes, but he really likes being gone down on more than anything else so I suck all of the cum out of him and tongue his ass all day long. He likes to hold my head when I do so, even when my tongue is buried deep inside his ass.
　
He's in a position of power, executive, retired executive, etc. He's an older man, overweight, not very attractive, but he's beyond kind, lonely after his wife died years ago, and is my savior, etc. The appeal is that he's SO nice that it makes it so that I NEED to give him these things, that I enjoy it through this, and am attracted to him on that level.
　
There's something strongly appealing abut this to me. It wouldn't be as good if the guy was some Adonis and 25 years old. I like this man even though he's a bit fat. And he has a big giant dick. Think of Ron Jeremy type of body I guess. He's tan because he's always out at his pool with his phone in hand.
　
Don't ask. I don't know where I get this stuff. I think I create them when I see something in a bad porn.

This was a fantasy from years ago. I am in no way promoting drug or alcohol use or abuse.

Some guy friend and I are as straight as straight can be toward each other, I've never thought anything like THAT about him, etc, etc. We party all of the time by getting drunk and going to see bands, meet girls at bars, and such. One night some other mutual friend gives us some drug and says we'll dig it. We do it while out bar hopping. We feel strange and realize that whatever this is we better get home fast because we're TRIPPING. We get home safe and turn on tv or something and figure we'll get into the tripping. And as time goes by we realize that we're getting from horny and talking about girls, then porn, etc, to both of us starting to rub all over ourselves as we're talking without even realizing it. It eventually gets stronger to where one or both of us says, "What the fuck was that stuff?", as we're now frantically rubbing our own chests under our shirts and up and down our thighs, and having rock hard cocks pushing at our pants. We're across the room from each other, one in chair and one on couch or something, and I picture at some point after a while of weird silence in the room and a long stare at each other with heavy breathing, me almost running over and dropping to my knees before him, with him frantically unbuckling his pants as soon as he sees me even start to get up to rush to him, and quickly put all of his dick in my mouth. I suck him like a wild animal, and because we're crazy drugged up, he quickly shoots a powerful load down my throat that almost makes him pass out. He ends up flaccid and I'm still crazily sucking it like mad, until he almost violently pushes me down and sucks the juice out of ME. We've cummed, so we've come to our senses. Sweaty and out of breath, we start asking what the hell is happening and what have we just done. We can barely talk as we're out of breath with lust. We're trying to catch our breath and think we have it under control. I go to the bathroom, then I go to kitchen to get us beers. I walk back in living room talking about how we need to know what the hell the person gave us, when he jumps up, grabs the beers from my hand and sets them on the table, takes me by the hand, and pulls me into the bedroom. He stands me in front of the bed, rips down my pants, unbuckles his again, bends me down toward bed, and shoves his dick all of the way up my ass. He pushes me onto the bed, and we're semi-clothed as he fucks he furiously fucks me in the ass until he cums deep into me. He then tries to apologize for whatever's going on. As I'm trying to respond, he's already crazily sucking my dick. I throw him down on the bed and we 69 each other until we explode. You get the picture.

After we wake up the next day hung over at 3pm, now sober and weirded out a bit by all, we talk about it. We both agree that we will tell no one what happened last night, that it happened only because we were drugged by something crazy. He goes home. After a while, I have to admit to myself that I'm really turned on by what happened. As I'm thinking this, there's a knock on the door. I open it and he rushes in saying that he's sober now, but... We agree to now go there some more while sober.


This was also inspired by a chick that I went out with a few years ago only twice. We spoke about doing ecstasy together as I've never done it. She said that we better wait until we know one another WAY better, because that stuff can have us thinking that we're way into each other religiously and such. I said, "Really?" She said, "Oh yeah, I knew of two straight guy friends that did it one night while alone together, and they ended up gay all night with each other. We were wondering what happened to them. They were suppose to meet up with us and never left the house." WOW! She said that the one guy told her as she was bi and they were close. Now THAT is awesome!

She told me of those guy friends on a phone call and after we hung up I masturbated and came HARD to the thought. Why couldn't that have been me???

There's another scenario I have in which I notice that some new friend i'm hanging out with has a big dick down there in his pants. I try not to think about it, but I think after time we both know that I'm glancing at him there at times.

We come home drunk one night and sit on the couch watching late night TV or something. He suddenly starts going into how he wouldn't mind trying it with a guy if it was the right one, etc. I notice him glaring at me, and glance down to notice that he's hard. I ask him if he wants another beer and he says yes. He continues to talk a bit about the subject as i'm in the kitchen opening the beers for us. I say, "Fuck it," and come back, put beers on end table, and immediately open his pants and begin to suck his long big cock. He dizzily says at first, "Wait, what are you doing?" But at the same time he's moving his hips up into my mouth. I look up and tell him, "We both don't know what's happening right now, but I do know that i'm going to suck your cock." He says that, "We shouldn't," but I answer this by simply going back down and vigorously suck his dick. I know that he wants it so I am assertive about it no matter how much he's going to talk himself out of it. He moans out a "Stop," so I answer this with massaging his balls as well. He then starts lightly pulling my face down into him in a rhythm as I continue to service him well.

After some time of me sucking his dick and balls he tenses up to cum. He tries to pull back, but I forcefully keep him in my mouth and swallow what is a powerful cum load slamming down my throat. He ends up squeezing out the remainder of his load on my tongue. I sit back, wipe my lips with the back of my hand, and tell him, "Neither of us were going to relax until I sucked that dick of yours. It is what it is."

We talk about it a bit, agree that it was insane and impulsive of me, but I say that I couldn't take it anymore and had to do it. We agree that we can shake it off and move on, continuing to drink and watch TV. I go take a leak sometime later. I come out and see him looking at me a certain way from across the room as he sits on the couch. There's a moment of silence, and then I rush across the room toward him as he frantically tears open his pants and pulls out his cock. I drop to my knees and quickly engulf his beautiful dick in my mouth once more. He lets out an "Ahhh," I utter an "Mmmm," and we both know his dick is again where it needs to be. This time, I quickly bring him to orgasm out of sheer need to once again taste his hot sperm. As I jack off the last bit into my mouth he says out of breath, "What have we started?" Dizzyingly, I say, "I don't know, but I need more." He takes me by the hand and pulls me into the bedroom, and we suck and fuck and explore until dawn.

Of course, there ARE variations in the ideal fantasy. Here's one. I have numerous bi/gay fantasies and variations and this one has me as a "bottom." It's to date the most gay thing I've ever written. I just read it again and thought, "Wow! This is a very solidly GAY fantasy." I'm fond of it. I love the departure.
　
Instead of waking to discover the guy suddenly fondling me (as the moment of truth), we're there on my bed talking about everything, when I suddenly start to rub my ache in my neck. Do you see where this is going? I don't like this scenario as much because the whole "guy starts giving you a massage" thing feels sort of cliché to me, but it IS hot too. But anyway, he knows massage, and he tells me to take off my shirt and roll over on to my stomach. I do so, and clench my pillow and relax. He starts rubbing my shoulders and back perfectly, and he squeezes up and down my back here and there. We're buzzed and glassy eyed, and we're making jokes and being all over the place with what we're saying, but he's still methodically squeezing and rubbing up and down key parts of my shoulders and back. At some point, we aren't saying anything anymore accept for my utterings of "mmmmm" from getting a nice massage. Again, we're both pretty buzzed on beers.
　
All of a sudden, he includes with his massaging, light kisses all over my back! It takes me by surprise, but I know this guy digs me enough to be willing to go "there" with me, as I remembered him blurting it out earlier at the bar we were at. I sense it as THE opportunity and I'm going to feed the situation if I can, so I make sure he hears me quietly moan and writhe each time I feel his kisses on my back. At some point in the now swirling of his hand across my back, he makes a pass with his rubbing hand below my waistline and across my ass underneath my pants and underwear. Wow! Are we really going to go there?! I am BUZZED and now trippin' on the situation and I instantly feel a droplet of wetness come out of the tip of my dick. I continue my moans a little louder as to hopefully communicate to him without words to "keep going, everything is fine." He then pulls down my pants past my cheeks and begins to lightly kiss my cheeks. I moan even more, sort of letting him know that the more he does, the more I'm liking it. All of a sudden he buries his tongue deep inside my ass. I let out a loud gasp, and I look back at him over my shoulder as I'm grasping my pillow tightly. I have a pained look on my face, and as our eyes meet I let out a pleasurable and tortured, teased moan. He dives back in, totally putting his heart in it, with fucking in and out with his tongue, rimming it, and lapping up and down my asshole and up to where my crack ends, then back down to fuck my ass with it. I keep twisting around to look at him doing it, and try to reach his head and hair to stroke them. He suddenly starts really chowing my ass and I yell out into the room. My arm drops back down, and I bury my face in my pillow and moan into it with a muffled sound. I'm now soaking the bed with my precum. He leans up and focuses on my asshole, spreading it and giving it quick licks, and then slowly enters me with his index finger. I let out a slow, lusty groan, and am moving my hips around in a slow rhythm attempting to meet with the in and out of his finger. I look back at him with my eyes half open in lust to try to communicate to him "PLEEEEASE go on and finger fuck me by all means." He does so increasingly, with a nice, easy rhythm. I'm in ecstasy. I'm now loudly voicing, "Ohhhh." I turn back around flat on my stomach to let this man do his thing to me while I stare at the wall with my chin on the pillow, hoping he never, ever stops until the end of time. At some point I again look back at him and put my hand on his hand that's going up and down into my ass. We're saying nothing, but we're looking dead into each other's eyes while he's doing this to me. My look is and has been a look of a devilish lust that I'm communicating into his eyes while saying nothing.
　
Something suddenly snaps in him and he rushes up, feverishly opens and pulls down his pants just past his loins, and pulls his hard dick out and puts it right up against my asshole. He stops in a moment of clarity, and suddenly realizes that this is insane. "What are we doing?" I'm out of breath and panting, my face is soaked with sweat, and I frantically try to get him to continue. I want, I need, his dick inside of me. He's worked me up into insane lust for him, and his hesitance now has only made me want him more. I reach down and grab his dick and reposition it at my hole. "Do it," I plead with him. "Fuck me." He gives me a look of, "Are you sure?", but then quickly looks down and assertively eases his dick into my ass. It easily goes in after his finger working magnificence. I let out a low and slow, "ahhhhhhh," as his length slowly slides in. I whisper to him that it's where it belongs, and he begins to rhythmically fuck me at a slow pace, but with full strokes of his cock. He goes at it for a while like this, doing me, lost in me, leaning down to kiss my neck and back as he goes in and out with his entire length. I start to whisper things to him. "That's it, fuck me, baby." "I love your cock." "Promise me you'll cum in my ass, baby." He starts getting worked up, riled up, crazed with rhythmic determination. He reaches down and grabs my shoulders, leans up and puts his head high, and thrusts his loins into me at a feverish pace. His hands tightly grasp my shoulders and hold me down. He then leans down with his chest on my back, puts his hands underneath my armpits and grabs my shoulders from other side, and pounds my ass as hard and as fast as he can. At this point I couldn't get free if I wanted to. He moans out, "I'm gonna cum!" I SCREAM at him, "CUM DEEP INSIDE MY ASS!!!", as to make myself perfectly clear on what I desperately need him to do. He thrusts harder and deeper than ever into my ass and then suddenly holds himself in deep and still, and I feel a sudden strong throb deep down into my body. His dick is throbbing and shooting it's hot semen deep and far up into my ass as if it has a mind of it's own and is resolved to seed me. I am in mindless euphoria, and I realize that this man and I now have a history together. Before I could realize it, I was some man's lover tonight. And I loved it. He had me if he really wanted me. He did want me, so I let him have what he wanted. He pulls his still semi hard dick out of my ass, and I rejoice in all of the sensations as I lay there and take them all in. I'm rejoicing in our night as I feel his semen dribbling out of me. He lays back and has a look of hoping i'm not regretting his manic actions with me and maybe going too far, along with everything else that's just happened now that we're finished and much more sober. I smile at him and say that it's far from over if he's not wanting it to be. We talk about more possible crazy stuff that we could also do, and he's amazed that I am in fact that much into it and him, as I was luke warm him when he'd go there in conversation in previous weeks. He wonders if I will change my mind after tomorrow. I answer this by sucking his dick so get him hard again. I whisper to him to hurry up and get hard again because I want him to fuck me in the ass again! And then after that, I'm going to fuck him! We do so into the morning and I realize that at this time there's no one on the planet I'd rather make love to than this MAN in my bed.

And in matching up with the other "ideal" story, We do each other all over the place for the rest of the weekend, in every way, and make a pact to keep this going as our secret lovemaking friendship, and that when with each other and the door closes, we are gay men until it reopens. I partake in his male body in countless, beautiful ways that we both have never experienced with anyone else.
　
I look at him from the bedroom doorway laying on his back naked, swaying his knees back and forth and fondling his genitals while looking into my eyes. I realize at that moment that he is MY man while he is within these walls.

The ideal same sex situation 1


My ideal bisexual fantasy, and one i'd have be a part of my life if I could acquire it, is the following.

I guess it's natural to want the guy to be in the same place in his head and life in regards to sharing it with me. I imagine a guy I meet out in the world somewhere as a friend who's more or less like me in age and appearance and where they're at in their life.

Let's say that I meet him at...oh, a live music event before a show, and we have something that makes us want to hang out and drink as friends from time to time after that. As we start hanging out and partying here and there, we slowly start to be honest and blunt about the way we feel in life on certain subjects, and we eventually go far with it one night and agree that if it were the right opportunity we'd try a guy. It comes out as a subject while we're drinking, but the straight forward, not giving a fuck attitude is part of why we're hitting it off as new friends. One Friday night, we're exceptionally buzzed at a bar or somewhere, and he lets out that he'd go there with me if opportunity was there, and says, "Why the hell not?" I'm shocked, but also sort of excited as I realize that THIS could FINALLY be my same sex experience i've waited for. But I say nothing. We later get back to my place and continue drinking as we often do, and a number of scenarios possibly unfold from here. One scenario is that I grab at his dick as soon as the door closes and we barely make it much further before getting lost in an ocean of gay sex on the living room floor. But it usually involves the following:

He says what he says at the bar and I trip out on it. We come home to my place and continue drinking. We're both pretty buzzed and tired at some point, maybe 3 or 4 am. The lights and music are on in the living room, but at some point i'm laying on my bed in my bedroom with no lights on, intending to do so for just a minute or so, but he wanders in and lays down next to me on my bed and we start talking about life and tells jokes, etc. There is no thought of anything happening at this point. Before long, I doze off on some level, but reawaken to realize that he's drunkenly rubbing on my leg and penis almost without realizing it himself, but as he increases these things we both become more awake. And there is the moment within me that I realize I want it to continue, so I move my hips around in rhythm a bit to communicate to him that it's ok. He gets to a point where he's got his hand down my pants, fondling my dick, and being really into it. He suddenly has a moment of clarity and stops, apologizing for all of it, blaming it on booze, etc. I tell him that it's all right, there's nothing to worry about, and i'll never tell, and that I could've stopped him at any time but I didn't. He's reassured a little, but still sort of worried. I ask him if he's ok with himself for doing so, seeing HIMSELF going this far. He says he's fine with it, was digging me, but tripping on how he'd took the liberties and is worried about what I think. At this point I break the moment and ask him if he wants another beer. He says yes, and I tell him i'll be right back. While i'm out in the kitchen I realize that this is the moment that i've been waiting for and need to act on it and show him that it's mutual. I come back in the room where he's on his back on my bed. I put our beers on the night stand and instantly go for his cock on top of his closed jeans and start rubbing his dick, and then take it out. He's sort of shocked and asks me if i'm sure that I want to do it, that he likes it but wants me to realize what i'm doing. I reassure him by quickly going down and licking his penis and start to suck it and lick all over his balls. We pause, and look at each other for a moment, realizing that we're going to do this, and strip all of our clothes off and basically make love and explore each other in all ways until dawn.

We finally sleep some in the morning, and when the late morning comes and no more booze in us, the wondering where we're at with everything happens. He starts off the conversation with apologies just in case i'm really regretting it, and is trying to search where i'm at with it. I can see that he dug it, so I come straight out and tell him that it was incredible, that I have no regrets, and if up to me i'd have him stay in my bed for the rest of the weekend! He's most pleased, and we end up fucking and sucking for the next two days at my place, never going out or answering the phone!

When he finally leaves my place on Monday morning to begin the work week, we briefly discuss it at the door. We agree that we're straight men in our lives and want to continue to be regular friends, but make a pact to close the blinds and turn off phones for occasional weekends and go gay with each other. We agree, and I realize, that when that door closes behind this guy and I for a weekend, i'm gay for THAT weekend. I have a departure from my regular life for THAT while.

That is my #1 same sex fantasy scenario, and I will tell you now that if I could have it just like that, I would have those occasional gay weekends with that guy only. The perfect outlet.

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