For those who didn't ’t read my first story let me introduce myself again. I’m in my mid-thirties and just an average guy. I’m married, six-feet tall, one hundred and eighty-five pounds, with dirty-blond hair and deep blue eyes. Some say that they’re bedroom eyes. I’d found my first glory hole in a nearby truck stop out on the interstate. It was off I-20 heading towards Abilene and I’m not even sure it was out of the Dall...

I couldn't help smiling, almost whistling as I browsed at the magazines at the Log Cabin adult bookstore. It had been a wonderful two years since I’d discovered glory holes and the joy of sucking dicks. Who would have ever dreamed that a womanizing homophobe could derive so my pleasure being on my knees in a viewing booth sucking anonymous stranger’s dicks through a hole in the wall? I still can’t believe the warm feeling...

I have a friend Roy who was helping me install a faucet on the sink. He was under the cabinet and I was working on top of the sink area. As he stretched, his shirt went up and exposed his happy trail of luscious curly dark hair from his belly button down through his pants. It was so hot and it turned me on. I knew he was straight but he didn’t have a clue about my bisexuality. Anyway, I could not get his gorgeous body out...

I'm in my seventies now and only discovered my bi side when I was in my thirties. We weren't swingers, but my ex-wife Barbara and I were very sexually active and uninhibited. We were engaging in oral sex a good ten years before it was socially acceptable. In the mid-sixties when she came home from giving birth to our first child with her pussy shaved she liked the way it felt when I went down on her, so she kept it shaved...