Yes, I am straight and I like women. Yes, I really wanted to try the other side. Yes, I wanted to take a risk, the extent of which I could not have foreseen. And no, I didn't think I would go that far.

I slowly opened the door to the sex shop, which was always traded as an insider tip for people like me. People who, despite their inclination towards the opposite sex, wanted to try something with their own sex once - maybe only once. Just out of curiosity, out of attraction to the forbidden, with a mixture of palpitations and adrenaline. It was a normal sex shop with shelves full of magazines, dildos, lingerie and BDSM items. Maybe two or three people were in the shop looking at the goods on display. I walked slowly around between the shelves and thought about how to do it, then I stood in front of the sales counter. "How can I help?" Asked the older man behind the counter. “One entry to the cinema,” I replied with mock self-confidence. I paid, then with the push of a button the salesman opened the door labeled Kino for me.

A corridor awaited me in which several electric flicker candles were burning and thus conjured up a mysterious atmosphere. From a passage with a difficult process, I heard unambiguous moaning noises; I pushed the curtain aside a little and looked at a small cinema screen that was showing a clearly heterosexual film. The cinema room wasn't very big, and as my eyes got used to the change between the bright screen and the darkness behind it, I saw four or five rows of plush armchairs. My interest was quickly no longer in porn, but three men in the back row of seats. To see what was going on, I sat down in the second row from the back diagonally against the opposite wall and looked around. A man of about thirty to forty stood there with his trousers pulled down. An elderly gentleman was kneeling on the floor in front of him, with the younger man's cock in his mouth and apparently sucking it with relish. The third gentleman, also older, had one hand on the younger man's scrotum and was playing with his balls. Yes - this is exactly what I had longed for, I thought, and watched, fascinated. The younger one was obviously very excited, he kept throwing his head back and breathing hastily. My own excitement also increased and I began to massage my glans through the fabric of the jeans, which helped in a few moments to a huge erection that barely had room in the pants. I was just about to open my pants when the younger one exploded with a loud yeah in the older man's mouth. He just kept sucking, which almost drove the younger man crazy. A minute later the younger boy pulled up his pants and quickly left the cinema. I crept after him. He stopped in the corridor and straightened his clothes. "Did you come right?" I whispered to him. "Yes, absolutely insane, he blows so well," he smiled back.

I crept further back down the corridor because there were several other rooms there. In a small, dark room, a lone fellow sat in a leather armchair; Opposite him, a porno was also playing on a monitor. He had no pants on and was slowly jerking his cock. When I entered, it stopped suddenly. I sat down next to him and stared with one eye at the monitor and the other at the person sitting next to me. After a short time he took his hands, with which he had hidden his erection, aside and began to jerk off again. I didn't have the courage to open my pants as well, and I only stroked my huge bulge lightly while I turned my head more and more to the right and watched the other person. Apparently he noticed my shyness, grabbed my right hand and pulled it to his stiff cock. I was grateful for this jump start, opened my hand, cupped his shaft and slowly began to masturbate him. But when he wanted to put his hand on my pants, I slowly pushed it away and said "better leave it". "Okay," he said, leaned back and enjoyed my massage. After a few minutes he leaned over to me and whispered, “It won't work like that; do you want to bang me? ”I was half shocked because I wasn't going to go that far. "Only with a condom," I tried to talk myself out of it. "Okay, no problem," said the guy and pulled a pack of condoms out of his shirt pocket. He opened the package and handed one to me. I nervously tried to open it, but failed. So he took it away from me and carefully tore open the plastic; then he gave it back to me. Completely shaky, I took the wet rubber and rolled it carefully over the big cock in front of me. Then I continued to massage with my hand, finally knelt in front of him on the floor and resolutely took the cock between my lips.

So I knelt in front of a total stranger in a wicked porn cinema and had a hard penis in my mouth. If someone had predicted this just a few days ago, I would have declared him crazy. But now it was the way it was, and it was not uninteresting. Slowly I began to move my head up and down, feeling this hard piece of flesh with my lips and tongue. Without warning, the guy suddenly grabbed my head and began to pound my mouth like a madman, almost taking my breath away. With a firm "no" I pushed myself away from him and stood up. "Sorry," he said when I sat down in the armchair next to him and coughed once. He apologized to me again, then pulled off the condom and left the room. I was shocked, my excitement passed, and I considered leaving. I got up, left the room and walked past two individual cabins, one of which was locked and the other was empty.

I can't remember why I changed my mind and didn't leave, but that's how it was and my mind had the least to do with it. So I examined the empty cabin. She had a bench for one, if necessary for two, as well as a dispenser for Kleenex towels. Then I discovered a locked sliding hatch on the wall to the other cabin. Immediately my interest was aroused, I entered and locked the door behind me. Gay porn was playing on a tiny monitor on the inside of the door, but I wasn't particularly interested in it. The little hatch could be locked with a bolt, and I assumed it could be done from the other side as well. Was it open or locked? I pushed it carefully and, to my amazement, it opened very easily. In the semi-darkness of the other cabin I saw the older man again, who had blown so passionately in the cinema. In front of him, however, stood with his back to him, the other who had brutally hit my head just a few minutes ago. I watched the two of them through the half-open hatch, but the older one pushed the hatch completely open quickly and with great determination.

At first I couldn't understand what was going on in the other cabin. I just looked at one bum moving back and forth right in front of the hatch. If I correctly assessed the situation, it was the older one. He had his legs slightly apart and I was looking at two huge testicles that swung back and forth like bells. I was tempted to touch that bum and the two bells, and I carefully ran two fingers over her hairy cheeks; I didn't dare to do more. The old man must have guessed my thoughts, because suddenly a hand came through the hatch and handed me two latex disposable gloves, which I quickly put on. Then I reached forward and grabbed the two large testicles. As I did so, I noticed that something else was just in front of it, and I kept reaching forward. I was amazed when I felt a second pair of testicles that rhythmically approached and retreated to the first. I slowly felt a little upwards, then I knew what to do. The old man's tail was undoubtedly in the other's anus, moving in and out to the beat of the swinging testicles. Completely perplexed, I opened my jeans and let my locked stiff penis jump outside without touching it any further.

The old man obviously enjoyed my gentle touch and kept pressing his bottom tight against the hatch, spreading his legs more and more. It took me a few more moments to realize what he wanted from me. But then I started to move the latex-covered fingers between his buttocks and looked for his anus. That was exactly what he wanted from me because he kept pushing his ass towards my finger. Should I try to get inside him? Is that what I really wanted? Why not? That's what I came here for. I didn't need to exert any pressure either, because the anus, which was obviously well-creamed, literally sucked my finger into itself. I did my best, fingering the tight hole while alternately massaging the two pairs of testicles with the other hand. After a short while, the sphincter muscle trembled around my finger and the movements turned into a pulsation. Before the contractions had completely subsided, my bum pulled away from my finger, and a moment later the two guys left the other cubicle. I was left alone, slipped the two latex gloves from my hands and threw them into the container in the corner. Then I closed my pants and also left the cabin.

From the other cabin came a horny smell of pheromones, as they only arise during intense sex, and I stopped and breathed deeply in and out several times. Then I started looking again. The small cinema room with the three or four armchairs was full, but everyone just watched the porn and made no move to engage in any activity. So I strolled down the corridor towards the exit and past the larger cinema room. When I pushed the curtain aside again, I discovered the old man who was sitting in the back row, waiting for prey. Why not, I thought and sat down next to him. He turned his face to me and smiled. "Did you like that earlier?" He asked me, putting his hand on my thigh. "I think so," I answered hesitantly. Slowly his hand slid higher and higher and soon touched the large bulge in my jeans. "Yes, you definitely liked that," he nodded to me and stroked my best piece. I did not want to lag behind him, and felt on his pants for his large testicles, which I had already held in my hand earlier. "Would you like that too?" He asked me. "What do you mean?" I asked back. "Let me fuck you," he got straight to the point. “I don't know,” I stuttered, “I've never done that before”. "And would you like to give it a try?" He asked. "Maybe, but if only a little," I tried to explain myself. “A little?” He laughed, “a little is maybe a little too little. But I know how to treat a virgin. Have no fear; you can cancel at any time ”.

I now had the dilemma. I had imagined a little adventure, just a little, but not too much. And now in less than an hour I had blown a cock, massaged testicles and fingered an anus. And now an old guy offered to fuck my ass. What was I getting into? Should i go out? Something held me back like a magnet. The old man was still stroking my pants and making no move to open them. It was an experienced lover who could respond to his counterpart without pressure. "Okay, but only with a condom," I finally broke the silence. "Of course," he nodded to me and stood up. I followed him on weak knees as he headed for the cabin in which I had already been sitting earlier. He slowly closed the door behind us. "If you want, I'll blow you first," he suggested to me in a soft voice. "You are welcome to take off your pants". I slowly took off my jeans and hung them on a coat hook. Then I pulled up the shirt and rolled it up a little. He had stripped himself naked at the same time and began to stroke my bottom. "Blowing is not a good idea, then I'll probably be way too early," I tried to defend myself. In the meantime he had put on a pair of latex gloves and already pulled a condom over his already stiff penis. from his pants on the hook he pulled a tube and spread cream on his finger. Then he indicated to me to spread my legs a little to be able to cream my rosette. I just worked and did everything he asked me to do. Lovingly and gently, he began to caress my anus, and it made my cock hard as steel. He was so skillful that I only noticed his finger when it was halfway inside me. I pushed myself against him impulsively, this unknown feeling was so crazy.

Yes, the old man was thoroughly experienced and was looking specifically for my prostate. "Please, not so intensely, otherwise I will shoot immediately," I asked him, after which he made his movements in me a little more gentle. "Are you ready for more?" He wanted to know. I just nodded silently. Slowly he pulled his finger out of my anus and threw away his gloves. Then he stepped behind me, caressed my buttocks and carefully pushed them apart a little more. I felt every pulse beat up in my head when it placed its glans on my rosette. It was about to happen now, I thought, but he kept still. "This is your business now," he whispered in my ear and waited patiently. Yes, that was my business now, what and how I wanted, whether I should continue at all or end the matter at this point. Slowly I pushed my bottom back, towards him, and immediately felt the violent resistance of my rosette. I slowly released the pressure to relax. "You're doing well," he praised. Again I pressed against his glans, and again after a few seconds I relaxed the pressure again. It couldn't be because of the lubricant, because everything was nice and slippery and damp. The third time I pulled my buttocks apart as far as possible with both hands and waited a while after pressing against them. It was soon successful, and my rosette relaxed despite the gentle pressure. The old man made no move to move and gave me complete control. I increased the pressure slightly and felt my ass hole slowly open. Trying to experience this moment with all my senses, I held the pressure without further exertion. Then I noticed how the well-proportioned glans slowly, very slowly slipped through my sphincter, how his bulging foreskin, which I clearly felt despite the condom, also slowly penetrated, and how my sphincter closed after the glans.

The old man still stood motionless behind me, but gently caressed my hips, which helped me relax a lot. After he had penetrated me with the glans, I was able to loosen more and more after less than a minute, and when I increased the pressure a little again, his entire cock slid deep into my intestines almost effortlessly. "Are you okay?" He asked, smiling sideways at me. "Oh yes, that's sensational," I breathed back. "May I fuck a little now?" He asked, and I nodded in agreement. Slowly he started with gentle movements, then he got a little faster and deeper, until I felt his thick testicles clap against my buttocks. "Yes, that's very good, please go on," I praised him. He cupped my hips and was fucking in a slow, comfortable rhythm. Then he reached around me with his left hand and grabbed my hard cock, which elicited a pleasant moan from me. Now all his empathy came to light, because he coordinated his movements in my buttocks and on my penis, and drove me more and more towards my climax. When he realized that it was about to happen to me, he loosened his grip on my cock and let my excitement subside a little. "We can come together if you want," he offered me and I gladly accepted his offer. The old man really had it, because he dosed his masturbation very skillfully while he fucked me gently but firmly.

"I'm ready now and can cum if you want". "Yes, yes, I would like to come now too," I replied. Now his handjob got more intense and his fucking movements got deeper and deeper. The moment his thick cock swelled even more under his orgasm, he rubbed his index finger gently along the underside of my glans, causing me one of the most powerful climaxes I've ever experienced. The throbbing cock in my throbbing sphincter increased that feeling a hundredfold. I didn't move it anymore, but let our pulsation take control. Only after my orgasm subsided completely did he fist two or three more times and then pull his penis out of my anus. "And was that good?" He grinned at me. "Mega," I agree while I cleaned up and dressed. Ten minutes later I was outside on the street, with intense impressions and a satisfied smile on my face. On the same day, I changed my status from straight to heteroflexible.