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It all started innocently enough. At first I was just a straight, married guy who sometimes fantasized about being with another man. I started to watch more and more gay porn. Forced bi, shemale, cross dressers, etc. The more I watched, the more it turned me on until it became exclusively the only thing I would masturbate too. The porn wasn’t enough after a while, I needed a bigger thrill. I started to find men online in chat rooms or on Grindr, to chat with and tease. Offer promises of meeting up. Send them pictures of me dressed up in my wife’s lingerie (hiding my face or course). I never intended for anything to happen beyond that. That is until I met John of course. My life changed forever the day he messaged me. So I suppose we should start from there…

It was a normal weekday for me, nothing much different from any other day. My wife had gone to work and I had the house to myself. I was feeling horny and decided to have a little play time, which meant it was time to dress up of course. I picked out some sexy lingerie and logged into Grindr. I got a message from a guy who was only 2 miles from me and we started chatting. I had done this dozens if not hundreds of times before. I knew the routine, lead him on, tease him, get myself off and then delete the app like it never happened. Right away though, I could tell something was diff about this guy. He spoke to me with a confidence that I wasn’t really used to. It definitely turned me on. The way he took control and made me feel so subservient with just his words was incredible. It’s because of this, that I made my first mistake. He had me so damn horny that I broke one of my only rules. I sent him a picture of me dressed up, and I didn’t hide my face. There I was in all my glory, wearing my wife’s bra and panties, face in full view. We ended the chat after I got myself off like normal and I really didnt think much of it after that.

A couple weeks went by and I never chatted with John during that time. I had all but forgotten about him to be honest, when one night it happened. I was out at the bar with my wife having a couple drinks. I noticed a tall, dark haired man across the bar from us, staring intently. At first I thought he was checking out my wife, which doesn’t bother me. I’m used to the attention she gets from other men. Every time I would glance that direction he was staring directly at me. On the 3rd time our eyes met he smirked, and got up from his seat. He walked around the bar and as he passed behind me he leaned in to my ear and whispered “meet me outside”. I was confused and my wife giggled as she asked what that was all about. I shrugged it off and enjoyed my drink trying to forget about it.

About 10 minutes later the man came back inside and sat back in his seat across the bar. He again locked eyes with me. I started to feel a bit uncomfortable and decided it was time to break this up. I got up to use the bathroom giving my wife a quick kiss before heading that way. I stood at the urinal doing my business when the man from the bar entered the restroom. He didn’t say anything. He just stood there in front of the door. Blocking the exit as I washed my hands. At this point I was a little nervous and finally just said “ok man. Who are you? Do I know you?” He just smiled. He took a step closer to me. “Oh you don’t know me Eric. But I know you. And all I can think about is what color panties you must have on.”

A shiver went down my spine as I realized this must be John. He recognized me from my picture. Oh fuck. I swallowed as he stepped closer again and I backed myself against the wall. He didn’t say anything else. He moved in with a dominant aura and confidence that made my knees weak, put his arm around my lower back and pulled me into him. Leaning down and pressing his lips to mine, I melted as he slid his tongue into my mouth. We started to makeout right there in the bathroom. I couldn’t help it. He had some kind of control over me I can’t describe. His muscled body under his shirt pressed against me was driving me wild. He squeezed my ass with both hands. Lifting me up off the ground, I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. As he held me up and kissed me deeply. He carried me into the stall and sat me down. Closing the door behind us he unbuckled his pants. Staring up at him I reached in and pulled out his massive 9 inch cock which was only semi-hard. I didn’t hesitate as I started to suck him using all the tricks I learned watching so much porn. Swirling my tongue around the head, licking it all up and down the shaft. Sucking his big balls, and then taking him into my throat. Bobbing up and down. As he leaned his head back and moaned. I sucked him long and deep. Gagging on his monster cock as he grabbed the back of my head and forced it down my throat. I felt him tense up and he held me really tight on his cock as he shot his hot load into my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow as he filled my throat with hot salty cum. I have to admit it tasted pretty good to be honest. He pulled his cock from my mouth, wiping it all over my face. He smiled as he pulled out his phone and took a picture of me.

“Now, unless you want me to go show this to you wife, you’re gonna give me your number. And I suggest you answer when I call. Got it?” I nodded as I gave him my number and tried to clean myself up. He winked at me and left the bathroom as I stood there in a daze. Unable to fully process what just happened. I remember exactly how I felt in that moment. I was in shock, I was embarrassed and scared. But most of all, I wanted more. My stomach had butterflies. I hadn’t felt like this in years. I didn’t know what it was yet but, all I knew was that I didn’t want it to end.

To be continued.