I was taught about male sexuality by an uncle much older than me when I was very young. Sadly, he died too soon. My first few sexual experiences involved men. While I preferred women, my small penis made them seem intimidating at the time. Older men appreciated my fit physique and enjoyed giving it attention. I loved having my tiny cock swallowed to make me erupt, but being penetrated blew my mind. I found myself a willing vessel for any hard member that desired me. Essentially, I was quite the slut!
Back in the 70s, I frequented bathhouses while in my early twenties and attracted plenty of attention without condoms. During single visits, I would give and receive oral pleasure from several different men, sometimes handling more than one cock simultaneously. Naturally, I assumed the submissive bottom role. The second time a man penetrated me, I had an orgasm without hands on my penis; thereafter, there was a good likelihood I’d experience this type of climax whenever I got fucked. I never touched myself during penetration yet still orgasmed nearly every time. These experiences made me feel guilty because I didn’t want to be gay and often fantasized about women.
I began dating women when possible and eventually found love, experiencing the sensation of pussy for the first time with my wife being only the second woman I’d been with.
We married after less than a year together. I was 20; she was 19.
Before our marriage, I disclosed to my wife that I had sexual history with men and shared my past connection with my uncle. I explained that urges remained for which only a man could satisfy them, so I would continue visiting bathhouses to meet those needs. She asked some questions but reluctantly allowed it without wanting detailed accounts; she was somewhat grossed out by the idea. Eventually, I stopped going to the baths, though the urges persisted.
My wife and I have been married for over 40 years now. We raised two children who left home more than a decade ago. Our sex life revolved mostly around me achieving my own satisfaction, so we settled into a comfortable routine.
About eight years ago, I discovered male chastity and orgasm denial. Feeling a tingle in my little dick, I introduced the concept to my wife, and with minimal persuasion, we ventured into new territory together.
The journey has been intermittent. My wife isn’t naturally dominant; she dislikes seeing me in discomfort or pain. Initially, understanding that I wore a device without orgasming was difficult for her. Additionally, my penis shrinks significantly during parts of the day, causing many devices to fall off. She doesn’t want piercings on her little dick, and since piercing might not help with fit, that option is ruled out. We finally found the Holy Trainer which stays put well enough; I can easily remove the top section if needed, but we operate on an honor system regarding me taking it out.
Our initial chastity phase involved a lot of topping from the bottom—my fault.
Things weren’t smoothing out as expected. Comments like “You should be getting me hard more,” “I need more edging,” or conflicting wishes about cumming arose frequently. After our recent lull, she finally told me to back off and let her lead in her own way. I grinned broadly!
Now locked by morning after a shower, the rules are clear: No sexual touching of myself; manage my chastity device; discuss needs openly without begging or pawing at her excessively; receive spanking several times weekly for various reasons—sometimes as rewards for being good (or bad) boys.
I’ve been locked for 10 days now, and it’s been about 20 days since any orgasm.
My wife is enjoying oral pleasure more than before but struggles to reach climax from it alone; she usually requires her vibrator or penetration if I can provide it. At my age, my penis has a mind of its own and doesn’t always show up when expected. However, I gladly lick and suck pussy for hours. She hasn’t wanted either a dildo or boyfriend, though I’ve offered strap-ons for us both. I’d happily fuck her or let her fuck me with one, but she isn’t interested in strap-on play currently. I’d love if she started fucking me with a strap on, yet I suspect she gets grossed out and recalls my gay past similarly to how she views cuckolding—I would enjoy it greatly, whereas she sees no pleasure for herself there and doesn’t understand why a man lets his wife find satisfaction elsewhere; surely he should feel jealous.
At this stage of life, my Wife is discovering what truly turns HER on. One favorite activity now involves cumming with me in her mouth while she vibrates to a strong, prolonged climax. As she peaks, I can feel her teeth gently biting my penis unconsciously. After SHE orgasms like that, my penis deflates quickly, making it feel as though I just had an orgasm myself! It’s wonderful. Another night recently, she guided me to rub her in a specific way and wanted me inside afterward when finished. The rule: no cumming for me, no asking. She even spanked me once for requesting release (which felt hot). She prefers that my release happens within her pussy at her timing. I asked if I could clean her up and whether she’d allow me to eat my own cum upon granted release, but she currently opposes this. Baby steps toward future permission; perhaps it stems from lingering gay phobia regarding me.
Anything she desires suits me fine. The hardest part for me is being ignored, though learning acceptance helps. I happily accept occasional releases whenever and however she chooses. Honestly, I’d endure permanent chastity if that’s what she wanted for us.
Finally taking control and dictating her preferences seems the right move now, and I’m working hard to let it happen while loving the ride.
