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I do fantasise about spontaneous oral sex, you know? Eyes meeting across a crowded bar, he acknowledges my smile, maybe buys me a drink as we shoot the breeze, then he follows me to the rest room where I go down on him, nice and easy, sucking his cock nice and slow, washing down the beer he just bought me with a generous mouthful of warm salty cock juice.

But that seems to belong in another life to the one in which I find myself . Maybe I’ve just never met the right boy? Or if I did, I just didn’t pick up on the signals he was sending? Which, when I consider that pretty much every girl I’ve ever fucked has initiated the coitus, it’s probably much more likely to be the case. I guess I’ve never been confident enough to just go for it and be promiscuous. Not enough one night stands. I really should have let it be known that I am actually a bisexual craving a homosexual experience, craving a cock in my mouth. Sadly, I’ve never really had the courage to just put myself out there, I guess I’m just too scared, especially when you consider how risky propositioning another man can be, you could easily find yourself in A&E, or at the very least nursing a broken ego. I’m pretty sure that when I do finally come out to myself and actually give some lucky chap a blowjob, it will be like the bursting of a dam, I will become Mr Promiscuous, but until then, I wait and wank to oral gay porn. And straight sex, too.

So, there you have it, in a nutshell, I’m a shy, nervous boy who now finds himself so very sexually frustrated that he has taken to sending lascivious messages and dick pics to like minded souls, fishing for cock in the hope of a bite - probably the wrong word to use, considering that I’m talking about putting a cock in my mouth! Forced into swallowing my own sperm while writing erotic stories in the naive hope that they will arouse someone sufficiently into making a risqué and sordid promise to let me suck them off. Anywhere. Anytime.

And there you have it. True story.