First P-Spot Orgasm

Soon, just tonguing the tip was no longer enough and I took more of his cock into my mouth. I relaxed my jaw, stuck my tongue out, and took him to the back of my mouth which was only about two thirds down the way of his shaft.
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All my life, I’d thought of myself as obviously straight. But if that was the case, then why did I love watching gay porn and imagining myself as the bottom? Why did I buy a range of prostate toys and dildos, and why was that my preferred manner of masturbation? Why did I have a Grindr profile and why was I waiting in the Airport Hilton bar for my date — another man, mind you — to arrive? Why was I furiously aroused at the idea of him coming back to my room?
When Michael arrived at the bar, I was not only relieved to see that he looked better than his photos, but that he had a charming personality to boot. He was thin but muscular and a little over six foot tall, just like me. He wore trendy round clear plastic frames and had a simple but stylish haircut that suited him well. He had a smile that made me melt and when combined with his endearing laugh, I instantly felt different about him than I had any other man before.
The conversation flowed nicely. We started by talking about hobbies and preferences, but we didn’t use Grindr at the Airport Hilton to talk about how we spent our free time. I told him about my as of yet solo journey of sexual exploration, and how I always chickened out from meeting people. Michael listened without judgement and understood how it felt to question something so fundamental as my orientation.
After the second round...