It became apparent though that I was getting even more aroused. My penis felt completely engorged. I found myself trying to think of other things to halt my arousal, but found instead this hidden part of my sexuality. I no longer tried to deny the feelings I was feeling but tried to sort them out as best I could. I had heard that nobody is totally heterosexual or homosexual, but somewhere in-between and in a way, this made sense to me but considered myself to be real close to 100% heterosexual. I had to admit to myself that yes, a man could sexually arouse me. In a way it was a revelation of a part of my sexuality that I had never know before and I was 43 years old.
He picked up his pace and wrapped his hand around my shaft. I knew by using his whole hand that more of the surface of my penis would get stimulation and I knew then that if he kept it up, I might even have an orgasm. His touching me was one thing because I hadn’t expected to even become aroused, but his creating me having an orgasm was something I hadn’t counted on. I wasn’t sure what to do.
I tried to think of how to deal with this but at the same time I could feel my arousal rising higher. Again, I thought about having him stop but I realized that deep down I didn’t want him to stop. This was another revelation to me.
I squinted my eyes open and saw him laying on his side with his head by my chest. He was looking right at my penis while he worked on me. I felt exposed but for some reason it turned me on that I was the center of his attention. I looked at his hand working on me and although it was so different to see a mans hand masturbating me, it sent a shiver down my groin and I felt myself twitch in his hand.
Before I thought about it, I spread my knees and legs wide apart. This startled me as it might indicate to him that I was getting aroused and that I was submitting to his stimulation. He did notice my action and asked me if I was getting aroused. I swallowed and told him I was. He asked me if I was Ok with that and I said, I think so. He slowed his pace back down and lightly wisped his fingers from the hot spot on the back of the head of my penis, to the base. I thought, he’s doing a really good job. Then I remembered reading somewhere years ago a lesbian saying, who knows better how to please you sexually than you or someone who has the same equipment and knows how to use it.
After a couple of minutes of this, he again stroke me slowly. As slow as he masturbated me, I still felt an increase in my arousal. I found my breathing increase and my heart beat faster. He slowly picked up his pace and I felt another increase in my arousal. I was getting hot now and knew I getting closer to orgasm. I saw a drop of pre-cum build in the slit of my penis. For some reason, watching that drop get bigger turned me on. It also seemed to turn me on that he could see it too. It was mostly clear and the bigger it got the more it seemed to magnify dark hole in my slit. It got to where it was big enough and heavy enough that it began to fall off my penis. Mark caught it on the tip of a finger and licked it off. This surprised me but at the same it intrigued me. In a way he was accepting my sexuality and my cum was a part of that.
By now I was breathing pretty heavily and not trying to hide it. I was getting closer to a climax. At this point I realized that not only was I about to experience an orgasm, but that I would ejaculate too. I had never done this in front of a man and it gave me the feeling of being self conscious about peeing in a public men’s room. The thought came to me, Could I go this far. I knew what lay ahead of me, or did I?