I'll start it off. I'm 98 percent straight and 2 percent (situationally) bi, so while I enjoy getting off with guys occasionally, I don't really seek it out. Some of my favorite guy-guy experiences are the ones that unexpectedly happen.
I wrote about this on another forum, and the question was about whether "straight" guys are OK with kissing other guys. It's not my preference -- I'm just looking to get off, not get intimate -- but one occasion it seemed quite right.
Anyway, I found myself horny after a day at work and unlikely to be able to do anything about it at home, so I stopped at my usual adult bookstore to visit the video booths, blow a quick load and get on my way. Apparently, I didn't lock the door properly, because I soon had company. I usually ask booth busters to leave, but for some reason, I didn't speak up with any sense of urgency. I just sat there, staring at him.
He lowered his eyes from mine, down to my lap, and saw I was in mid stroke, at full mast, as I watched some porn on the screen. I remember that I didn't actually stop stroking ... I just slowed down a little bit. I saw him look down at my left hand, which was resting on my left thigh, see my wedding band and smile. Still staring at my hand, he dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth.
It was a warm, wet, slow blowjob -- a pretty remarkable one, actually. Kneeling between my legs, his head bobbing in my lap, he turned his head to the side and alternated between looking at my wedding ring, trance-like, and closing his eyes dreamily. We never actually made eye contact during the blowjob -- it was like he was fascinated by the fact he was sucking off a married guy. With his left hand, he softly played with my balls. With his right hand, he kept touching the back of my left hand -- specifically, touching my ring with his fingertips.
I didn't last very long. I blew a big load in his mouth. He stood up and smiled. I stood up and zipped up my pants. He leaned in, put his hand on my chest, and pressed his lips against mine. I was already leaning against the wall of the booth, and I couldn't step back or to the side. So I kissed him back.
He opened his mouth wide enough to pass my own cum back to me. I swallowed it -- which I sometimes do when I jack off, so it wasn't foreign to me. When he saw me do that, he pulled back, leaving his hand on my chest, and smiled. "That was hot," he said. "Thank you." Then he left.
Never saw him again.