Persistent [banned word] pressures me into finally giving in

[Supermanct]

When I first started having sexual thoughts and ideas about being with another man, one of the first things I did in an attempt to begin exploring was scroll through the m2m ads on Craigslist and doublelist. It’d get me turned on reading what other guys are looking for and seeing what’s out there. I became more curious and eager to see if I could actually meet someone even if it was just to chat back and forth, share fantasies, talk about sexual experiences with other men, etc. 

Being that I had just gotten engaged a few months ago to the sweetest and most perfect girl I’ve ever met before, I had to be careful not to get caught… so I created a secret email account that I could hide on my phone and use whenever I wanted to do my exploring…

I went from just responding to ads that other men posted, to posting some of my own. It was an innocent and discreet enough way for me to test the waters, meet some guys, and possibly see if I could ever meet someone to help me take things one step further. 
After a few months I had a few older guys in my area who I’d email back and forth in an attempt to finally get together to do all of the things we’d been talking about and fantasizing of doing if we were to meet. I strung guys along and continued to make it seem as if I was serious about meeting in person, but could never actually follow through bc I’d be nervous or scared or paranoid I’d get caught. Months turned into a year and I’d chatted with tons of different guys about a wide range of things that we’d do. Not many guys would continue to entertain me after a few failed attempts to meet, but there was one guy who I had ended up continuing talking to on an off. He was a pretty laid back and easy to talk to type of guy, seemed like the normal horny kind of guy who you’d come across thru personal ads. We shared more and more about our turn ons, fantasies, likes, dislikes, home situations, etc. After months and months of us divulging to each other about all things sexual, the things we’d talk about would get a bit more kinky and [banned word] and we uncovered a lot of secret kinks and perverted fantasies we both had but never spoke of to anyone else before. He made me feel so comfortable and open and willing to be vulnerable when we conversed. 
Eventually we both felt like our connection was genuine and we started to talk about maybe meeting up to experiment and play together. He was much older and had alot more experience with other men, and I was pretty much a clueless virgin that was innocent to some degree and just willing and eager to do whatever came my way and became possible. He would send me emails daily, asking if I wanted to meet, trying to make plans and figuring out where we could go, what we could do, and really trying harder and harder to convince me into agreeing to something. He knew I was extremely nervous and scared to act on my desires and all the things we’d been talking through for what ended up being more than a year. He would propose semi public places that were secluded but not fully secure for us to meet and hookup… he’d tell me that he would meet me in the bathroom of a store or a fitting room so that I could try sucking my first cock…even if it was just for a minute or two.

His offers grew more and more tempting to me… he was getting me closer and more comfortable with the idea of a private meeting for a quick oral hookup. Every time he asked and pleaded and pressured me into meeting him somewhere, he came off more and more desperate, and that was kind of a turn on for me. I never got the kind of desire and attention sexually from anyone before and it was exciting to be pursued in the way he was coming after me.

…. To be continued….

[Supermanct]

Continued…

there was one week where we were texting each other pretty consistently from the morning till late hours of the night, all in secrecy and when my wife wasn’t around to see or notice. I would stroke my cock and play with myself whenever we’d Chat and I’d get so turned on and worked up, and he knew that…. After a few days of stroking without cumming I was starting to get really horny and in the dirtiest mood… I began to experience these urges that I haven’t felt before and It was so hard to focus or think about anything else when they’d hit me. 
Like always, the first person I run to, to talk about anything sexual is him, and I shared what I had  been feeling and going through and how my thoughts had turned so kinky and dirty and completely revolved around cock and cum… me being a whore and doing things I would never dream of in my right state of mind. I told him how it wasn’t just the slutty fantasies and kinky thoughts I had been battling, but there was a very real and powerful yearning growing deep within me that I felt unable to control or resist, and that was a little scary to think about…

my cock had been leaking precum nonstop for more than half of the week and it was crazy how sensitive to Touch I had become. I felt like I was honestly a time bomb just waiting to go off and anything that brushed up against my cock or in the close vicinity would trigger me to lose myself to a release. When I told him about all of this he seemed to be getting a rise out of it and started showing a weird kind of interest in seeing me in this sort of state. He told me that it was the biggest turn on for him to see me getting hornier, kinkier and becoming almost someone completely different in a purely sexual way. He asked me if i liked the way it felt to have such strong urges and to feel them working me up into a sluttier, more desperate version of myself with every hour and day that passes… although it’s slightly scary how bad I wanna let loose and do the kinkiest erotic type of stuff I’ve fantasized and told him about, I did have to admit i was enjoying the level of horniness I was able to experience and how much less I was able to think or process anything logically bc my mind was so clouded with nothing but filthy thoughts and sex.

He told me that he didn’t think I would be able to keep going like this, staying horny and playing with myself till I get close to feeling like my climax is near, but then backing off not allowing myself to cum or have any sort of release… he said he was sure there’s no way I would be able to control and handle myself if I tried going another few days stroking my cock on and off all day long without cumming… it almost seemed like he was challenging me or trying to make me prove him wrong, which I found a little exciting and hot.

He bet me that I couldn’t last another week and said he was willing to put money on it bc of how sure he was. I accepted just to play along, but in the back of my mind I was actually questioning whether or not I’d be able to handle it…

I think he knew exactly what he was doing when he made this bet with me… another few days had gone by and I felt like I was a completely different person… the only thing I could think about was cock, cum, and a whole Lot of other dirty sexual thoughts that would normally never cross my mind. I was well past feeling urges… my body and my mind felt like they’d gotten reprogrammed to be fully and completely fixated and obsessed with being sexually attracted towards older men. My cock leaked nonstop, i continually ran my dirtiest fantasies through my mind non stop, and it was impossible to feel anything but slutty and extremely horny…

[DutchGuy1977]

Slowly going from Straight to Gay....

[BigVers]

More please...

[Monorchid]

4 hours ago, BigVers said:

More please...

Seconded!

[Supermanct]

Almost a week later….

The level of intensity of the urges and kinky, dirty, slutty sexual thoughts had me in a constant state of horniness. Nothing I did could shake me out of what felt like a trance that I was stuck in and a slave to. Every day I felt myself growing less worried, nervous or anxious at the thought of giving in to the repetitive invites and advances that my buddy would try on me. The type of horniness I was experiencing made it very difficult for any sense of logic and reason in my mind to have any influence over my actions… alls I could fixate on and think about was getting on my knees and sucking some horny older man’s cock. 
I think he knew that he was getting very close to getting me to cave, letting my guard down just enough to allow him to weasel his way inside so he could convince me to agree to meet him in person. I was extremely naive and too innocent minded to realize what was happening and how I was being manipulated unknowingly by someone I thought I “knew” and was comfortable with bc of how long we’d been talking for. 
He knew that the biggest thing that was holding me back from acting on my fantasies of being with another guy was the risk of getting caught or having my wife find out. I was very clear with him from day one that I’d never allow anyone to ever discover this side of me, and that this would be a secret that I’d take to my grave with me. Discretion was the most important thing to me and he knew that if we were to ever do anything together he’d have to promise me complete and total discretion and secrecy.

It had been just about a week from the day he bet me that I couldn’t manage to withhold from blowing my load and even though it was taking a very dramatic toll on me mentally, physically and sexually, i had managed to hold my end of the deal and not release. We started the day off as we usually did, me telling him how much of a horny desperate little cock craving slut he’s turned me into and how bad I wanted his cock in my mouth… he’d usually say something perverted and dirty back to me and it’d get me going and put me in the sluttiest mood. After a couple of hours he sends me a message asking about what I’m doing for the rest of the afternoon or evening and if there was any chance that I could get away from my wife for a little while without her suspecting anything. I was wondering where he was going with his questions and definitely curious so I replied back saying yes, if I wanted to step out I could totally do so without any problem or issues, then ask him why he wanted to know. He responds by telling me how he came up with most perfect and discreet way for us to get together and meet in person, see if we have any real chemistry, and maybe play around and explore a bit if the vibe is right… and that he guarantees no one would be able to see or hear us, it’d be 100% safe and a completely worry free, strictly sexual interaction. He knew hed have me hooked once I was convinced it was safe and there was nothing left in my mind to be paranoid about. I ask what he’s got in mind and that he better not be tempting me with something I can’t have because it’ll be torture with how horny and turned on I am. 
He tells me that he has access to this very discreet, tucked away storage room that’s part of this apartment building in the town that he’s in and that he checked it out and it’d be perfect. It’s got a private lot to park in that can’t be seen from any roads, and it’s in an part of the building that no one ever goes near or would be able to see us coming or going, plus it has a door that locks from the inside so there’s zero risk of someone walking in on us. He tells me that he can be there in less than an hour if I’d be interested in giving it a shot, and promises me that I won’t regret it if I come… and how this is my chance to prove to him that I’m serious about all the things we’ve been talking about and saying that we’d do with one another for all these months, or if I was just playing games and never really planning on doing anything more than stringing things along and continuing to let my fantasies, desires, and hidden sexual urges remain just something that exists in my head … 

I remember the exact feelings in that moment and the rush I felt knowing that everything I’ve been so wanting and obsessing over and fantasizing about could actually become a reality… and that I never really thought that I’d actually find myself in this sort of position and never considered if I’d truly follow through if the circumstances were right… my cock was leaking like crazy and I was hornier than I’d ever felt in my entire life. I’d never felt excitement, anticipation or arousal like this from being with, or thinking about a women before. I had the biggest knot in my stomach and totally overwhelmed by both excitement, and nervousness. I remember trying to calm my nerves by throwing back a few drinks really quickly and hoping I’d feel less anxious if I had a good buzz going. 
I hadn’t responded to him yet and after about 45 minutes he messaged me again saying that he was free and could be over there in 15 minutes, and how badly he’s been wanting to put his warm, soft cock in my face, have me kneeling in front of him so he could look down and watch while he felt my lips and tongue all over him… licking, sucking and worshipping him going back and forth between his cock and balls…

I read his message and immediately something went off inside of me that made me want him more than anything I’ve ever wanted in life before and I 100% without a doubt had to do this right now… I don’t even remember my hands moving and replying back saying that I’ll agree to meet him, but I did and he replies back with an address asking how long it’ll take for me to get there. I put it in my phones navigation app and it looks like it’s only 20 minutes away, so I say a half hour and start frantically getting myself ready. It was pouring out that day and it took me a little longer to make it over to the area, which was in a more industrial type of neighborhood than what I was expecting. The buildings were a bit run down and I got a bit nervous about following through. My gps said that I have arrived as I drive by a big apartment building. I pull into the parking lot which only has a few other cars in it and park in the farthest corner. My nerves were at an all time high, I sat im my car and continued to down the rest of the drink I brought with me to keep the nice strong buzz I had going. I tell him that I just parked and what I was driving and he immediately replies telling me to walk towards the left side of the building and hang the corner and I’ll see a sheltered set of concrete steps leading to a metal door that’s completely out of sight once you’re down there. He said he’ll be there waiting to let me inside.

It’s pouring rain and a little hard to see but I head out of the car and start speed walking to where he directed me to go. I was a little wobbly from drinking but managed to find the stairs and make it down and towards the entrance door. It’s pretty dark and there aren’t any lights on as I approach the door. I get closer and see the door start to open and a guy’s head pop out. He looks at me before stepping out from behind the door, telling me to come on in and closing and locking the door behind me as he follows me inside.