At Last! Part #6 Steve Smith pogopogo2012@hotmail.com
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After a few weeks of talking it over, Tommy and I decided that we wanted to be married at our special place in the mountains. OK, some would call it a commitment ceremony since we'd still be married to our wives, but to us it was a marriage. The beauty of our special place with its life renewing water seemed perfect to be renewing our lives as husband and husband. We also decided that the ceremony would have to wait until spring, as the winter snows can often make the trails up the mountains treacherous and often impassable. We continued our routine of being together every other weekend at our apartment where we caught each other up on what was happening in our lives, made plans for the future and of course made love lots of love. Usually on those every other Friday nights our sex was relatively quick and always intense since we hadn't been together for almost two weeks. Then later that night and on Saturday our lovemaking was leisurely and deliberate, but nonetheless very satisfying. Sometimes we would make love over many hours just enjoying each other's bodies by kissing, cuddling, and massaging each other from head to toe, and especially in he middle. Being highly sexed men we masturbated most every day we were apart but, by agreement, we held off the 4 days prior to seeing each other to make our desire and anticipation ever stronger. Little did we know as we planned or marriage that events would unfold that would delay our wedding well beyond spring.
One Friday night, not being with Tommy that particular weekend, I was laying in bed reading. I still slept in the nude in the same bed with my wife as we have done for 35 years. She always wore pajamas. She never asked me anything about my time with Tommy, which was fine with me. She normally read for a while as well. Our practice was then to give each other a chaste goodnight kiss, turn off the lights, and go to sleep. This night was different. As I was reading Patty suddenly reached under the sheet and started to rub my penis.
She startled me. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"I thought maybe you'd like to have me pleasure you," she said as she continued stroking me.
"Pleasure me? We haven't had sex in years. Why suddenly now?"
"Oh, I don't want to have sex, but maybe if I frequently masturbate you, you won't have the need to be with Tommy every other weekend. If I have to I could even suck you penis sometimes". She continued to stroke my elongated but very limp cock.
"If you have to?" I incredulously said. "Gee, that sounds so inviting. Where is this all coming from?"
"Well if you must know, Doris and I have been talking a lot about the apartment arrangement we suggested when we found out about the two of you. We don't like you two being away every other weekend anymore and having to make up reasons why you aren't around. I guess we never really liked it but it seemed like a good compromise at the time. We've been meeting with a highly recommended marriage counselor to discuss what was going on in our marriages and especially what you and Tommy are doing. Dr. Richardson has been really helpful and after meeting with him multiple times we are convinced he can help the two of you".
"What? A marriage counselor? You don't want Tommy and I to have time alone anymore? But we all agreed to this arrangement." I was beginning to panic.
Ignoring me, Patty went on. "Dr. Richardson explained to us that you and Tommy probably are just like men in prison, or men in war, who get together not because they are homosexual or even bisexual but because they don't have sex with their wives any more. We were honest with him about neither one of us wanting intercourse. He told us that this was very common as women aged and when this happens some men seek out prostitutes or get a mistress but some men do things together because it is a convenient, safe, and inexpensive outlet. He feels that the two of you are just having manual and maybe oral sex in order to have needed orgasms. He told us that many men either can't or don't want to simply masturbate themselves so they have another person do this for them. He suggested I be that person for you and that Doris do that for Tommy. Dr. Richardson is also sure he can cure you of any latent homosexual desires you might have and cure you of the infatuation you have for Tommy. He will also work with Tommy to cure him of any homosexual fantasies he might have and eliminate his infatuation for you".
I exploded. "I can't believe I am hearing what I am hearing," I shouted. "First of all, Tommy and I are not like men in prison seeking out any port in a storm. We are homosexuals and probably from birth we have always been homosexuals!"
"But, you and I had frequent sex, well at least in the early years of our marriage, and had five children. You weren't homosexual then".
"Oh, but I was! I just suppressed my true feelings and hid them and myself deep, very deep, in the closet. We had sex because I did and still do love you but it was always being with a man that I craved. And believe me, Tommy and I do a lot more than just jack or suck each other off. Oh, by the way, I frequently masturbate when I am not with Tommy and don't need you to do it for me".
"You mean you actually stick your penis in him?" she stuttered with a disgusted look on her face.
"More often than not it usually is the other way around" I sneered. She looked horrified.
"That is so wrong", she said. "You are so masculine, so strong, so aggressive. I never would have thought in your relationship you'd be the . . . . .. " She didn't finish her sentence.
"Be the woman? Is that what you were going to say?" I was so angry that I felt a sadistic need to really gross her out and went on. "I love Tommy's big cock in my ass. It is the utmost in our intimacy. There is nothing wrong with anal sex; in fact many heterosexual couples enjoy it. Your problem is that you never cared that much about sex in general or trying anything other than the missionary position. Oh, sure, you loved and had multiple orgasms when I ate your pussy but you never wanted to go down on me. Do you remember the time I finally coaxed you in giving me a blowjob and I ejaculated in your mouth? You gagged, practically threw up, and spit my semen out on the sheets and ran to the bathroom to wash out your mouth. You treated my semen as if it was poison instead of savoring it because it came from me. How do you think that made me feel? You never touched my penis after that time. You just can't accept me as I am and you don't understand Tommy's and my relationship, which is based on a deep trusting friendship and the desire to make sure the other person's needs, both emotional and physical, are unselfishly filled. You never cared about my sexual needs and fantasies. I am not going to see some quack who thinks he can cure my homosexuality and declare that my loving relationship with Tommy is just infatuation. And do you really think I would want someone to jack me off when they don't want to and suck me off because they felt they had to?"
"Stop talking about it!" Patty pleaded. "Doris and I want you guys to work with Dr. Richardson. Just hear him out and see what he can do to help you. We will come along for support if you'd like us to. In the meantime we don't want you guys to go to the apartment anymore".
"Doris" I screamed, "I am not going to see Dr. Richardson! I am a gay man who doesn't need to be cured! And I am still going to that apartment every other weekend".
"No" she firmly said. "I forbid it".
"Forbid it?" I yelled. "We are getting nowhere here and I am going to the guest bedroom to sleep. We can talk more tomorrow when we are both calmer. Or do you want me to leave the house?"
"Just promise me that you will go see Dr. Richardson and you can stay".
I looked at her sadly and simply said, "I will go pack some of my clothes and be gone".
"If you leave then it is for good and I will see to it that your children find out that their dear and respected masculine father is gay and likes perverted sex. Are you willing to give up our beautiful home and the respect of your family and friends?"
"Yes!" I calmly said.
Ignoring me again she went on. "If Tommy doesn't agree to our terms Doris will also tell their two daughters as well. Is that what you want? What are you going to do If Tommy is cured and you aren't? Doris feels confident that Tommy will work with Dr. Richardson if not for her then for his two daughters. You will be all alone. I'll give you until Monday to change your mind".
" I just want me to be me," I tearfully said. "If you or any of the children can not accept me for who I am, then so be it". I love you and the children and never wanted to hurt any of you but I can't deny any longer who I am and my need and love for another man. I am sure that Tommy would never agree to see your so-called expert sex therapist quack either whose esteemed opinion is to just jack off your man every so often to keep him in line. I have to answer my wake up call and declare to the world that I am gay and I don't care who knows it." I turned and left the room, packed some of my clothes, and was gone. I couldn't believe this was happening.
I drove around aimlessly for a while going over and over my confrontation with Patty. I then headed to the apartment. It was well after midnight. I looked up and saw our place was completely dark. My heart sank. Maybe Doris let Tommy stay at home. Maybe she didn't even talk to him about what she and Patty had planned. For a brief moment of doubt I pondered whether Tommy might agree to see that quack. No, Tommy is my soul mate and I knew he would never agree to that. With heavy heart, however, I entered the dark apartment.
"Hey, my husband to be, I knew you'd come", a voice in the darkness said.
My heart leapt. "Tommy!"
I rushed over to the couch where he was laying nude.
Through tears I laughed, "You're naked. Have you been playing with yourself again?"
"Nope", he chuckled. "Just waiting for my lover to come, or should I say cum". His beautiful blue eyes twinkled through tears of his own.
We went to the bedroom. The covers were already turned down and a single candle was lit. I quickly took off my clothes and we got in bed together holding each other tight. We recounted to each other what had happen in each of our homes that night. The play by play was remarkably similar. The wives had coordinated their attack well.
"I almost had a heart attack when Doris grabbed my cock, Tommy laughed. "She doesn't even like to look at my penis and suddenly she is touching it. She kept squeezing it like she was trying to get juice out of an orange. It hurt!"
"Poor baby", I said. "Let Daddy make it feel better." I went down and kissed, licked, and took his cock in my mouth.
"Ahhhhhhh" he giggled. "Much better".
After the emotional evening we both had had with our wives we needed release. We went into a 69 position and started sucking and stroking each other's cocks and caressing each other's balls. It wasn't long before fingers were messaging each other's prostates quickly resulting in multiple spasms as we both released our sweet seed in each other's mouths. Before fully swallowing Tommy's load I savored the taste and texture as I rolled his man juice over my tongue and around my mouth. I couldn't but help to think back on my earlier discussion with Patty on how hurt I was when she gagged and rejected my ejaculate. With my cock still fully in Tommy's mouth I could feel him enjoying my juice as well.
After we came down from our high, we cuddled in bed. Tommy asked, "OK what do we do now?"
"I thought a lot about this as I was driving around earlier", I said. "As difficult this is, I feel grateful to our wives for pushing us so that we can be together all the time rather than just every other weekend. I think tomorrow we need to visit and tell our children in person that we are gay and that we have separated from their mothers".
"Should we tell them together? Should we tell them everything that led up to this?"
"I don't think so. It might be hard enough for them to hear this news as it is and I think if we were both there it might make it more uncomfortable for them. Your kids know me and my kids know you so if they ask if we have found someone else I think we should tell them who. We don't need to give them all the details but we should be completely honest in answering any of their questions. Your two daughters live further away then my children but I have five kids. It will take us all day to talk to all of them".
"I'm nervous", said Tommy. He held me tightly.
"Me too", I replied. I kissed him and blew out the candle.
As I fell asleep I kept thinking that after tomorrow the world would know that I was a homosexual. Steve Smith is gay! I would no longer be in the closet. At Last!