When my wife and I first met, she was quick to let me know that she was bisexual and also expressed some disappointment that I was not. We lived in Boston, which is a surprisingly gay-friendly city. I used to say that it is the San Francisco of the east coast. She often involved herself in LGBT organizations and even volunteered on during Pride Week. She knew I wasn’t interested, but I had no problem with her participation.
Our relationship was kinky, and I was submissive to her. And even though there was a real LGBT side to her life, our life at home was very hetero. I often felt like she was disappointed about that.
One year for her birthday, she said she wanted me to go with her to some gay independent movie. I wasn’t excited about it, but agreed since it was her birthday. The movie ended up being surprisingly good, and I admitted to her that I enjoyed it. She seemed happy about that.
A few months later, there was another gay movie playing and she casually suggested we go see it. I saw no harm in it, so I agreed. Again, it was a good movie. It started to become a thing with us that every time there was an LGBT-themed movie playing, we would make sure to go see it.
The following spring it was the LGBT Film Festival, and she casually left the film list sitting on the kitchen table. I looked it over, but didn’t mention anything to her. A few days later she brought it up and asked if I might be interested in seeing a few of the films with her. This was different that just going to see a random movie in a normal theater. This was an event that catered to people who were part of the community. I hesitated briefly, but ended up agreeing.
We saw three films and I enjoyed myself. There was something mildly awkward about feeling like I was the only straight guy there, but I dealt with it. This became a new tradition for us, and in the following years, we both looked forward to the film festival and saw as many of the films as our schedules would allow.
We were enjoying gay cinema so much that I actually subscribed to a paid gay cable channel so we could watch more at home. I was a little embarrassed to admit to her that I had done that, so I tried to tell her it was just a free channel we were getting. But one night during sex I was aroused and admitted to her that I was paying extra so we could watch it. She surprised me by following up that admission by asking if I wanted to watch gay porn with her.
There were a lot of sex scenes in the films we had watch, and several that would probably classify as pornographic, but I had never watched gay porn and was a little shocked by the idea. I asked her if she meant we should watch it right at that moment and she said she wanted us to watch it while we had sex.
We went to the computer and I literally typed “gay porn” into google because I didn’t know what else to search for. We easily found a free site and started watching together. We just watched at first, but I remained aroused and she was happy about that. Soon we were having sex while we watched two men have sex. She was more into it than I was, but I can’t say I didn’t enjoy myself.
A few weeks later we were downtown shopping and we walked passed a well-known gay bookstore. I was feeling playful and I knew she would enjoy it, so I suggested we go inside. I was really awkward at first, but soon started enjoying looking at a lot of the gay erotica books. I started looking at one that was a collection of stories about men who wear panties, and she suggested that I buy it.
The following weekend she was going out with some friends. There was a long-time joke between us that whenever she left me home alone, I spent the time looking at porn. It was a “joke,” but we both knew it was actually true. On this day when she was about to leave, she came over to me and said that if I was going to watch any porn while she was out, she wanted it to be gay porn.
I was a little surprised. At this point, we had watched gay porn together during sex several times, but I had never watched it by myself. It was more something that we shared than something I wanted to do alone. I did as I was told, however, and I started watching gay porn. I flipped from site to site and watched random videos. I found it kind of fun and naughty to watch it, and I made myself cum pretty easily.
After that, I frequently would watch gay porn by my own choice. Just because it was something different and still exciting. I was embarrassed by how much I liked gay porn and didn’t want to admit it to my wife. But I started watching it more and more and even had a collection of bookmarks of my favorite gay sites. One day when she wanted to watch gay porn during sex, I opened up my bookmarks to load one of my favorite scenes, and she noticed what I was doing. She asked about all the bookmarks and I told her that I watch gay porn on my own from time to time. She was VERY excited about that. Instead of having sex, we ended up talking for a bit about my love of gay porn and she looked through my collection to get a feel for what I liked.
Then she said she wanted to me ONLY watch gay porn from that moment on. She said she didn’t want any porn with women in the house. I only briefly hesitated before I agreed. I was watching mostly gay porn at that point anyway.
This rule continued for years. I became pretty committed to gay porn and had no strong desires to watch the straight stuff.
Near the end of our relationship, it was interesting to me how gay she was able to make me. I went from having zero interest in any of it to being an avid fan of gay cinema and gay porn. I was volunteering at gay events and participating in Pride Week. I shopped at gay bookstores. Not to mention the fact that I cross dressed and would eventually have sex with men.
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