Marriage and Gay Sex
About three years ago, I met a lady through a gay friend of mine. The two of us became friends within a short period of time. She is a very out going person, fun to be around, and accepts people for "who" they are and not "what" they are. After getting to know her, I found that she has many gay friends. My friend apparently told her that I was rather a reserved and a quiet person about my gay life. As a result of that, she has been trying to fix me up for a long time (typical woman, always wanting to fix up the single guys). About six months after meeting her, I was invited to her home for a party. When I walked in that night, this gorgeous guy greets me at the door and says, "you must be Jason", and introduced himself as Stephen. He took me by the shoulder, lead me into the living room, talking all the time and indicating he had heard a lot about me. I figured this was one of Liz's gay friends and I thought to myself, he could jump my bones anytime he wants. Well, that was a short-lived fantasy, as he turned out to be Liz's boyfriend of which she eventually married within a few months after the party. She had never mentioned she had a boyfriend so I was somewhat surprised and disappointed at the same time. At 57 years old, this guy was a real hunk but I figured nothing was going occur with him. Over the next year, the three of us became closer friends and we started doing things together such as golfing, vacationing, dining out, party's etc. Stephen was one of those mocho guys who was "all-man" and lead a very straight life. You could tell that the women were very much attracted to his. As time past I started telling Liz more personal things about myself and talked a lot about what I wanted and liked in men. She did fess up to the fact that she wanted me to find someone and she was prying because she knew a few guys who might be possible companions. One night when we were talking about guys and relationships, she started naming men that we both knew to determine if I was attracted to them or not. Out of the blue, she brings up Stephen's name and asked if he was attractive to me or not. I sort of stepped back wandering if she was concerned if Steve and I had ever done anything. I decided to be honest about it by saying "yes, he is very attractive and sexy, but you know my thoughts on getting involved with married or partnered men, and that is not to get involved". "Someone is going to get hurt and I do not want it to be me or be the cause of someone else getting hurt". We laughed about it and kiddingly Liz said that she was going to tell Steve that I was attracted to him and wanted to get into bed with him. We laughed it off and I figured it was the wine talking anyway.
Time went on, the friendship grew, and I noticed Steve started touching me a little more, such as a hand on the back, a friendly pat at the stomach/chest area, giving me sort of manly hugs once in awhile, but I figured that was just Steve's way of indicating he was becoming more comfortable in the friendship. One time when walking into their home, I walked past the bathroom and the door was open and there was Steve in white briefs shaving. He had the best looking body for a 57yo that I had ever seen. He has a small muscular stature, built firm, just the right amount of hair, (some of it graying), with a narrow strip of hair coming out of his shorts up to his chest and blossoming out over that beautiful chest of his. I wanted to walk right up to him, pull his shorts down and suck his cock dry. Liz chastised him a little for being almost naked in front of a guest and pulled the door shut as she walked by. Hell, I wished he had been naked.
A few months after the party, we planned a trip for some warm weather, golfing, swimming and bicycle riding for a few days. The day before we left, Liz called and said that something had come up of personal nature and wandered if I would mind going on with Steve anyway as the place had been paid for. I mentioned it was all right with me, if it was OK with Steve. I was not sure how he would feel without her along on the trip. Liz mentioned that he really wanted to golf and the resort was a place he had wanted to visit for a long time. Agreeing to the trip, Steve and I took off for a few days leaving Liz at home. We got to the condo about six hours later. Both of us were tired, but tried to play some late afternoon golf. We could not get a tee time so we opted to simply hit a few balls at the driving range. Well, we hit those damn balls for two hours and I was so sore and tired after that and the drive down, I could hardly walk. We went back to the condo and that is when things started to happen.
We mixed a few drinks, had them on the deck and when we were making about the fourth drink, Steve asked me if I was still stiff and sore from the ride and the golf range. Saying, " Yes, I was, but the drinks were helping to some extent", he started massaging my shoulders and back and when it comes to some one doing that, I just melt. I love having my back scratched and rubbed. His strong hands felt so good on my shoulders and back, and I was so tired and stiff that I did not resist his touch. It just downright felt good. After a few minutes of this heaven, Steve said "you could take a hot shower to relieve some of the tension and the shower is so large we could both probably take one". I immediately went into a state of shock, turned around not saying anything for a second not believing what I was hearing. I finally opened my mouth and said WHAT in disbelief and finally got more words to come out. I said " Steve, you know I'm gay and if I went into the shower with you, I would most likely get turned on and I don't want to embarrass you or myself". He said, "It is not a problem with me as I may get turned on as well". My jaw dropped to the floor as he continued "ya know, I am not as straight as everyone thinks I am". "In fact, if you promise on your life not to tell anyone, I will share a secret with you". Not knowing what to expect next, I agreed. He continued by saying, "In fact, neither Liz or I are as straight as everyone thinks we are". "Both of us love each other very much, are committed to each other for the rests of our lives but also realize that each of us have this yearning once in a while to be with someone of the same sex". "She has been involved with some one, whom I will not name right now, for a couple of years, but it does not bother me as I know it is just a physical thing". (I think I knew who it was, but did not say anything). "I do not know when it happens and do not want to know, but I know it satisfies a need she has and I respect that". "I am not concerned that it will threaten our marriage or anything". " I have not had the opportunity, to satisfy my need for a long time now and as we got to know and trust you, I have started to hope that we could have some sort of sexual relationship". Well, I know I was getting turned on and he knew it also because he made a comment about the bulge forming in my pants. I said, "well, I guess that is a dead giveaway" and pulled him close to me.
We stood there for a few seconds looking into each other's eyes, he pulled me tight, planted those soft lips of his on mine and pushed me against the sink. My hands slid down his back onto that fine butt of his and pulled his cock close to mine and I could feel him starting to get hard. His lips slid down to the side of my neck, kissing it and slightly pulled on my ear lobes with his teeth. I heard him say softly "You do not know on long I have wanted to do this". His hands sliding up and down my back and I could hardly wait to get my hands on his cock. Separating a little, I started undoing his belt and that excited me more realizing that he did not resist. I undid his belt, slid the zipper down and started searching for the opening in his shorts. He backed up a little to make it easier. The opening parted and my hand slid in taking his hard cock into its grip. He pushed forward a bit and laid his head on my shoulder groaning slightly. As he did, he started undoing my belt, zipper and slid his hand down through the top of my shorts. We both stood there, hugging, wanting each other badly, and stroking each other's cock. I was getting so fucking horny, I could have shot my wad right there. Steve said, lets hit the shower so I lifted his shirt over his head, kissed his nipples as I lowered myself to fully release his trousers and shorts letting them drop to the floor. He stepped out of them, pulled my face toward his hairy stomach. I kissed him there, ran my tongue back up his belly onto his chest and then to his open mouth. He took my clothes off and we walked toward the shower with both our cocks sticking straight out like hard nails ready to be driven.
As we started showering, I took the soap and lathered his whole body. It was a wonderful feeling caressing his firm body, soaping it up. I was getting hotter and hotter with the anticipation of knowing we would be fucking each other soon. As I lathered his body, I put my arms around him from the back, pulling our soapy bodies together. I nestled my cock in between his butt cheeks and he started gently moving his ass from side to side, nestling my hard shaft deeper in between his ass cheeks. I felt his nipples with one hand using the other to pull his butt tighter against my cock. My hand went from his stomach, to his cock stroking it, wanting to make him harder if that was possible. Sliding my hand down, cupping his balls and then reaching into his crotch, he spread his legs. This made me even more excited; as this was a signal he was enjoying this and was opening up his total body to my caress. This was a guy whom I thought was as straight as they come, but now was fucking me. Surprising enough also, as straight and masculine as I thought he was, it was just the opposite. He liked being with a man and he was extremely submissive. I turned him around cupping his balls in my hand then running my fingers into his crotch. At this point, he put one leg up on the ledge in the shower allowing my hand complete access. Soaping up my hands again, my third finger started searching for his hole. It was easy to find and as I started the insertion, he groaned a little and arched his head back. He wanted more and I was going to give it to him. My finger went in deeper and eventually was in as far as it could go. He was starting to lose control as I fingered his ass hole and telling him how excited I was and really wanted to fuck him up the ass. His response was "Oh God, I want your cock inside me so bad". Man, at this point I was ready to shoot my fucking wad. We dried each other off, gave each other a quick suck and climbed into bed.
What a hot feeling, (physically warm from the shower), cool sheets and a naked man lying there, wanting you as much as you want him. I asked how he wanted to be fucked up the ass and he opted for sitting on my cock. He placed a condom over my shaft, oiled it up and he positioned his ass over my hard cock. Guiding it into his hole, he slowly relaxed and gently slid his tight ass around my rod. It went all the way up that hairy ass of his. He started moving side to side as I gently pumped up and down. He was saying how much he wanted me to fuck him up the ass and to do it hard. As I pumped his ass, I felt his butt and thighs while he played with himself. I shoved my cock as hard as I could up his ass as I new he liked it and wanted more. We said things about how good a fuck we each were, how we did not want it to end and stuff like that. I don't think I ever talked so much with a guy when fucking him, but it seem to turn him on, so why not. As I fucked him, he started arching his back and jacking off harder and harder. I knew we were about to cum. I said, "damn, I am getting ready to shoot a hot load" and pushing harder and deeper (if that were possible). He started reaching his point of no return and lost control and shot his load. When I saw the cum starting to shoot out of his cock onto my belly, I lost it and shot a full load myself. When I could talk again and was pulling out of his ass, I asked him to lay on top of me and smear our cum around between us, which he did. What a fucking lay. This was the best in a long time. We did get some golf in, but spent a lot of time in bed, searching and exploring each other's body. He fucked me a few times and other times we simply lay there caressing each other's body. That was the most wonderful few days I had spent in a long time.
His wife only mentioned one thing to me about those few days and nothing more has been said. All she said was that Steve told her had damn good time. I figure she knows what went on. I know I had a damn good time. I also figured that she herself may have had a good time while the guys were gone.
We are all still friends, and once in a while Steve will come up to my house for a beer and we some times (but not always, but most the time) end up in bed. There has also been a few times, that when he came in the door and we had our hands in each other's pants before even getting out of the entryway. Damn what a body he has got and enjoys a good fuck and I am willing to give it to him.