I am 33 years old and for 20 of those years I've lived my life buried deep in the closet. Don't get me wrong, I'm not feeling sorry for myself, it was totally my decision and I have a great life. I love my kids, I love my wife, I have a great job and the perfect house and yard in the burbs There's only one thing missing...but it isn't enough for me to give up all the rest.
I'll admit that while I'm bisexual, I'm 75% gay/25% straight, but when I'm home (and that means within 50 miles of home) I'm 100% the straight married man, I don't even look at a guy twice, no matter how hunky he may be. On those rare occasions when my job takes me out of town alone, well I make a concentrated effort to hook up with some peter. If I find the guy sexually attractive it doesn't matter in what form I get it, I've done everything from straight trade to all night orgies with a group of guys, hell I even got fucked by a drag queen one night. I only get away 3 or 4 times a year, the itch didn't scratched that often, so I tried to make the best of it. At least it kept me from going totally nuts sexually.
That's the way it's been during these last 10 year of marriage. Then over the past few months, something has evolved that has made my world perfect. Let me fill you in on a little background information.
As a basically gay man masquerading as a straight man, I had developed a persona modeled after my ideal man. As a result I'm a sports fanatic, both participant and spectator. I kept my body toned and trim with regular gym workouts. I'm the classic suburban do-it-yourselfer with a great yard and perfectly decorated house (the Martha Stewart in me disguised as This Old House and Victory Garden). Nobody, and I mean nobody ever even suspected I might have another life.
Jane and I dated in college and were married when we were each 23. She was the perfect wife for me. About 5'3", she was a perky brunette (cheerleader type) with a small firm breasts and a boyish body. She love redecorating and gardening, cooking and being a mom. She wasn't wild about sex and intercourse, once or twice a week, in the missionary position was enough to keep her happy and was a schedule that I could work myself up to as a dutiful husband. I of course augmented this with daily jack off sessions with visions of jock studs strutting through my head.
Jane's younger sister, Judy and her husband, Harry live just a mile from our house. They have two kids about the same age as our two. Harry is 31 and Judy is 29. They've been married 9 years. Over our married life, we've socialized with them both as two families and as two couples (without the kids). During that time Harry and I have become very close, each becoming like the brother the other always wanted but never had. Harry and I golfed together, played touch football and softball on the same teams and at least once or twice a year we'd go camping together alone. There were very few things we didn't share with each other, and the only thing I can think of that I never shared with him were facts about my sex life.
Then one morning at breakfast, about 7 months ago, Jane asked if Harry had said anything to make me think there was something wrong between him and Judy. I told he no, nothing I could think of.
"Why do you ask?" I said taking a sip of coffee.
"No reason really. It just that Judy has been acting funny, like something is bothering her, but she won't tell me what. Says she doesn't want to talk about it."
"Well then leave it alone. If she wants to talk I'm sure she'll come to you."
"Yeah well...maybe you could ask Harry if he knows what's going on."
"Maybe I could, but it ain't likely." I retorted.
A week later, just after we'd finished eating Harry called me, Adam, my 8 year old answered the phone.
"Daddy, it's Uncle Harry."
"Hey Buddy, how's it hangin'," I spoke into the receiver.
"It could be better," he said not sounding like his usual jovial self. "I was wondering if you'd like to go camping? I really need to get away from work, from home, from life."
I had been planning to paint the family room that coming weekend, but from the tone in his voice I knew that would have to wait, especially in light of what had said the week before. So I said, "I can get Friday off from work, how about you?"
"I think I can arrange that."
"Great, let's go up to Bear's Creek, there won't be anybody else camping there at this time of year."
"Sounds like a plan. How 'bout I meet you at your place at 6 AM.?"
"I'll be ready."
We'd done this so often, we really didn't need to make further plans. We both knew the routine. I brought the tent, he the cooking equipment, I supplied the food, he brought the booze.
I should mention that Harry is a detective with the State Police. An even though he doesn't routinely wear a uniform any more he is the quintessential State Trooper in both looks and demeanor. Rough, tough and butch as they make 'em. He stands at 5'9", but he's like a brick smoke stack, solid, firm and well built. He had dark hair, dark eyes with a dark coating of fur on his ample chest. Still I didn't dare think of him in a sexual way. When I first met him I'll admit he starred in several of my jack off fantasies, but forced myself to banish prurient thoughts of him fearing it would some how lead to revelation. So I hadn't thought of him in that way in over 7 years.
Harry pulled his SUV into our driveway at 5:45; I opened the kitchen door and yelled out. "Want to come in for a cup of coffee?"
He stuck his handsome head out the car window, grinned and said, "nah, I've had my fill. Finish up, kiss Jane and get your ass in gear, I'll load this stuff," pointing to the pile of gear I'd carried out 15 minutes earlier.
I gulped the last of my coffee, grabbed my windbreaker and buzzed Jane's lips with a kiss.
"Try and find out what's going on," she encouraged me, " Judy's still not talking."
"If he wants to talk I'll listen," I said, "but, I'm not going to play shrink. I think he wants to enjoy himself."
"MEN!" was the last thing I heard Jane say as I went out the door.
We exchanged friendly greeting as Harry backed out of the driveway. Then we lapsed into silence as we made our way through the light early morning traffic on our way out of town. Once buildings and strip malls slipped behind us and the only thing on either side of the road was open countryside with an occasional farmhouse, each of us seemed to ease back and relax.
I reached into my shirt pocket and extracted a neatly rolled joint. (I'm something of a pothead and I've smoked the whole time I've known Harry) but seeing as he's in law enforcement, I always ask if he minds my smoking in front of him.
I held up the joint, "is it cool with you?"
"Sure, light her up, I even think I'll join you."
This really took me by surprise. The whole time I'd known him, he'd only smoked twice with me. Once when he was off duty for 3 months with a work related injury and then again 2 year earlier when we went on a 2 week camping trip to Alaska.
"Not worried about drug testing?" I asked.
"They pissed tested me last week, I'm good to go for at least 2 months and by then traces of this weekend will be long gone."
"Great, I have a whole ounce stashed in the gear."
"Stop talking and torch that baby, I need to unwind big time."
I lit the joint and took a long deep drag before handing it to Harry. We passed it back and forth without talking until we'd burnt it down to a roach you couldn't pass. By this time I was toasted and Harry, who not being used to good pot, was flying high.
"So what's up?" I asked as non-committedly as possible.
"Nothing at the moment," he said with a giggle, "but most of the times it's my fucking cock."
He'd surprised me for a second time. Now while he talks about sex, like most guys, it's usually in general terms, very rarely did he bring down to a personal level.
"What do you mean?" I probed.
"Your sister-in-law has lost interest in sex. Just like that about a year ago, she just lost the urge. The doctors say there's nothing physically wrong, it just psychological, but now I'm lucky if I get it twice a week and then it's as if she's making this big sacrifice. She puts so much enthusiasm in it," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "it's about as enjoyable as nailing one of those inflatable dolls."
"Gee, I'm sorry," I interjected before in continued on.
"I mean it's not like our sex-life was so thrilling before, the last blow job she gave me was for my birthday two years ago and she wouldn't even let me cum in her mouth, but now . . . shit, I'm jerking off more now than before I got married."
"Things like that happen with some women. If it's any comfort, sex-life with Jane isn't much different. I mean we only do it about twice a week, the only blow jobs I've gotten were for birthdays or anniversaries and I've never cum in her mouth."
"Fuck! How can you stand it?"
"I jerk off a lot," we both laughed.
"I don't think that's enough for me. I mean I love my wife and my kids are everything to me, but sex is a very important part of who I am. No lie, I've had at least one orgasm every day of my life since I was 12 1/2. I guess you could say I'm a sex addict. Before I married Judy, I had sex in as many different ways as I could think of and talk someone in to doing it with me. I mean, bondage, s and m, water sports, the whole nine yards, everything but heavy duty pain."
I was stunned. My stud of a brother-in-law was a sex addict. Mr. Right and Proper, was sexually kinky. I was starting to think this was going to be a very difficult weekend for me. My cock was already stirring in my briefs and I thought I better get the conversation on another level, but Harry wasn't done yet.
"I've even thought about cheating on her, but I know if she ever found out it would be over. I can't see losing my kids and living in a used trailer so I can afford the child support and alimony. I've considered going with a hooker, but in my job I'd be setting myself up for professional scandal and personal ruin. I'm fucked and not in the good way."
He was silent for a minute and just as I was about to try to change the subject, he beat me to it by asking me a question that caught me totally off guard.
"So have you ever cheated on Jane?"
I stumbled over my words, hummed and hawed as I tried to think of an answer. This might have gone unnoticed by most guys, but for a state police detective it was enough.
"So have you asshole."
"Not cheating exactly," I said.
"Right, you cheated inexactly."
"A couple of time while I was out of town for longer than a week I'll admit that I seemed to remember a couple of blow jobs, but it was just that a one way, get my rocks off, kind of a thing." I was trying to be slick, telling the truth, but knowing it was going to be taken in a completely different way.
"You dog! I hear you though. There is something about a good blowjob that just involves kicking back while somebody does all the work. If you have an expert working on you then it is without a doubt some of the best sex available."
"You got that right," I said totally agreeing with him.
"How old were you when you got your first blow job."
The conversation seemed to be slipping into a teenage boy kind of mode, which I thought might be better than where we'd been just a couple minutes earlier.
"I was 14, I answered truthfully."
"Gee you have me beat, I was 16. Who gave you your first?"
"Some kid in the neighborhood," I answered carefully. "For me," he said almost bragging and I was relieved he hadn't given me any follow-up question, "it was Mrs. Hildreth, one of my mom's friends. I gone over her house to paint the ceiling in her kitchen and I had paint splattered all over me. She insisted I take a shower before going home and I was used to doing what my parents' friends told me. So any way I'm in the shower and I'm taking extra long to soap up my cock and balls because it just feels so good when in walks Mrs. Hildreth just as naked as the day she was born. Well my already happy peter swelled up to a full-blown boy cock of about 5 inches as she stepped into the shower with me. I was frozen in shock and offered no resistance as she sank to her knees and took my stiff little pole right into her mouth. It must have taken all of 20 seconds before I was shooting my load into her hungry mouth. She sucked it all down, stood up, left the shower. By the time I recovered, finished showering, dried off, dressed and went back out to the kitchen she was fully dressed. She never mentioned a thing about what had happened and neither did I. And this is the first time I've ever told anyone about that. She was my first, not my best, but my first and I'll never forget her."
"Tell me about your first time." He said.
I knew not to hum and haw this time, so I gave him an edited version of the truth. Well I was with two older guys and they were going to get their cocks sucked and I went along and they looked liked they enjoyed what had happened so when I was asked if I wanted mine sucked to I said sure. That's how it happened."
"And you were how old?"
"14."
"And it was a neighborhood kid?"
"Yeah."
He was acting too much like the detective and for the first time I felt like my cover was going to get blown to hell.
"And this kid was a guy or a girl."
I didn't need to answer. I could feel the heat in my face and knew I was blushing bright red. There are disadvantages to being a redhead besides sunburn, blushing giving away your embarrassment being one of them. I admitted what he already knew, "OK it was a guy."
"I can understand that, under the circumstance almost any 14 year old would have done the same. I don't think you're weird."
I felt a distinct release of tension from my body. He'd taken it well, much better than I'd have ever guessed. "I'm glad, I've never told anybody about that. The only people who know are the kids I was with and the kid who blew us. I thought I carry that one to my grave. Some how I trust you to keep my secret."
"Consider it kept, but to seal the bargain I'll make a confession of my own."
This line had gotten my total attention, but I wasn't ready to hear it just yet, so I interrupted him, "before you begin true confessions, let's smoke another joint."
"Fine with me, it might make telling it easier anyway."
I lit up the second jay and again we smoked in quickly in silence until there was none of it left. Then Harry picked up his conversation where he'd left off.
"Like I was saying you're not the only one who had a guy suck him off due to unexpected circumstances." He had my undivided attention.
"Here goes. This started when I was a freshman in college, about two years before I met Judy. My roommates name was Dave Moore, he was a big old farm boy from Iowa and he'd come east on a basketball scholarship. Of course he was tall and good-looking and he had no trouble with the ladies. In fact, he and I had fucked our dates in our rooms at the same time. He was no shyer than I was and as it turned out, we were both sex addicts. I had absolutely no clue that he was anything but totally straight. Turns out he's totally bisexual, he loves sex so much he don't care if he gets it on with male or female and it wouldn't surprise me if there were a few animals in his background, coming from a farm and all.
"Anyway, neither of us were ashamed in front of the other and since we had fucked in front of each other it wasn't long before we also jerked off in our room while the other was there, sometime at the same time, sometimes not. We never did it together, like watching each other, but him on the bottom bunk and me on the top. What I'm trying to convey is that there was no sexual inhibitions between us.
"Now for the important part. I'd just started dating this real sexy coed, you know the type, every man's fantasy, a fucking walking wet dream. Well we'd been out on a few dates, I hadn't gotten past open mouth kissing, and a few gropes at her full, but fully dressed tits. Like a typical 19 year old I decided that if I didn't get at least a hand job from her soon I dump the prick tease. She got my hope up real high. I managed to get her tits free, she even let me suck on them. She was rubbing me up real good and I was so hard I thought my cock was going to rip right through my jeans. I was sure I was going to pop a load within a few minutes so I reached down and popped the buttons on the fly of my jeans. No sooner than I'd done that than my little 7 inch friend sprang up demanding some immediate attention. The fucking cunt scream bloody murder and jumped out of the car, her tits still flopping out of her blouse and she runs away as though I'd just tried to rape her. I was so pissed; I started the engine, put the car in gear and spun out of there, leaving her to walk the mile back to campus. "By the time I reached my dorm room I was one hurtin' unit. I had an advanced case of blue balls. Dave wasn't in the room and I was hurting so bad I couldn't even climb up on my bunk. Instead, I carefully stripped out of all my clothes and sank naked into a desk chair. My cock was still half engorged as I gently began massaging my balls in an effort to ease the intense discomfort. As I was doing so the door opened and Dave walked in from the showers wrapped only in a towel. He stood there staring at me and I half expected him to break out laughing, but instead he was very sympathetic. He had instantly and correctly assessed my problem.
"'Case of blue balls?" He said with a distinct empathetic tone.'"
"'Big time,' I moaned.
"'Wait, I have the cure.'
"I watched him walk over to his dresser and open a drawer, he took out a small vile and walk back toward me while he unscrewed the cap.
"'Herbal oil,' he explained, 'it will help relax the spasming muscles in your groin,' he said as he knelt down in front of me.
"He shook a few drops from the bottle onto his right hand and gently rubbed the oil onto my balls and the area just below them. I'll admit I thought it a little weird but it did feel good and the soreness began to slowly subside. It felt so good that my cock, which had been very slowly going down to its flaccid state sprang up to full staff. It might have been unorthodox, but Dave remedy seemed to be doing the trick. Strangely neither of us seemed to be embarrassed and the whole thing seems oddly natural.
"As I was thinking all this Dave interrupted, 'there's just one more step before full recovery, I want you to spread your legs out, put your head back, close your eyes and relax.'
"I did just as he asked and as he continued massaging the area just under my balls I felt drops of the oil being sprinkled on the shaft of my now rigid cock. I guess I knew what was next, or at least thought I did, but for some strange reason I didn't even think of objecting. Had it been anyone except Dave I might have, but Dave and I had no sexual barriers between us. Besides, he'd approached this so clinically that I hadn't really put a sexual tag on it.
"The next thing I feel is Dave's left hand replacing his right in massaging my ball area while his right hand wraps itself around my thick cock and begins to slowly and lightly stroke me. Whatever pain might have been present was now totally gone replaced by incredible sensations of pleasure radiated from my groin throughout my entire body.
"He kept it up for couple of minutes and I had no doubt that I was going to blow one huge load. 'the object of this,' I heard him say, 'is to totally drain your balls and then you should be as good as new. Are you alright with this?'
"I moaned in response and he understood I wanted it to continue. At that point I didn't care how or by whom I was being pleasured I didn't want it to stop, at least not until I'd achieved the ultimate result.
"When I suddenly felt new and even more incredible sensations envelop my cock it took a couple of moments for my mind to fully realize that my jock roommate was giving me a first rate hum job. I don't know how the boy had learned to give head, but I was beyond caring how, why or what. It just felt so damn good that I would have been powerless to stop it had that idea even crossed my mind. It felt so good that I want it to last for as long as possible, but he was so good at doing it that just about the time I was totally relaxed enough to fully enjoy it I felt by balls tingle and then by cock swelled and began spasming. I nearly passed out with the intensity of it as my cock blasted volley after volley into his warm, hungry mouth. I had never had such a forceful orgasm and I was physically exhausted. I opened my eyes and for the first time saw Dave's face with the only the root of by cock shaft visible and surrounded by his stretched-out lips.
"Once he was certain there was nothing more to cum, Dave slid off my wilting cock, sprawled back onto the floor and pumped his own thick meat to a quick but intense eruption spraying all over his chest. Mrs. Hildreth may have been my first, but Dave's the one who gave me my best blowjob.
"Then he tells me he's bisexual and enjoys eating pussy and sucking cock equally. To make a long story short I got regular blowjobs from him whenever I was hard up for the next two years. Then is dad had a heart attack and he had to leave school. I still get Christmas cards from him, he's married now with three kids. Right after he left I met Judy and you know the rest. I wouldn't mind having Dave around now," he said wistfully.
"Jesus," I said rearranging the hard on in my pants and not caring if Harry saw me, "that story was so hot I think I wouldn't mind Dave being around either."
"Want to go to Iowa instead of camping?"
"I don't think we can get there and back in just three days, but. . ."
I let my sentence go unfinished. We slipped into silence and continued on the trip, enough having been said for a while. I don't know what Harry was thinking, but my mind was riveted on the fact that my butch, state trooper brother-in-law was not above letting some guy swing on his cock. Did I dare?
We didn't talk about our wives, sex or anything really personal for the rest of the trip. We arrived at Bear's Creek around noontime and it was past 2:00 before we'd set up camp in a nice clearing right where the creek widened out, creating a number of natural pools in the smooth, water eroded bedrock over which it ran. It was unseasonably warm for early May and the temperature had warmed up to the low 80's.
"What say we go skinny dipping and then lay out in the sun and get stoned. The creek water should have the beer chilled by then and we can just buzz out."
We both stripped out of our clothes leaving them in a pile on a flat stone along side our tent. We had no fear of being seen, there was little chance of anyone else being out here on a Friday this early in the season. My only fear was springing a boner when I saw Harry's fat dick and knowing what I'd just learned. The air might have been warm, but the icy creek reminded us the spring melt was still under way. I had nothing to worry about, instead of growing my cock withered and my balls drew up as far as they could go. Harry seemed to be having the same problem, but he was so big that he still displayed and impressive piece of meat.
We didn't last long in the frigid water and were soon sprawled out on individual towels basking in the sun, passing a joint back and forth between us After the joint was gone we both lay back and we silent. After about 10 minutes I opened my eyes, I saw Harry lazily fingering his cock, which, while not fully stiff was definitely beyond its flaccid state. It was clearly growing and while doing so was having a predictable effect on my own. Harry seemed lost in his own thoughts as though he'd actually forgotten I was lying next to him. I wasn't sure what to do. I should have just laid back down and shut my eyes, but I didn't have the will power to look away from the beautiful sight of his hardening manhood.
What I did was light another joint, take a toke and coughed. Harry opened his eyes and when he realized that he'd been playing with himself and had a full hard on he became visibly embarrassed. He hadn't noticed my own stiff rod sticking straight up into the air and when I pointed it out by saying, "I guess it's catching." He seemed to relax a laughed out loud.
"I guess there isn't much we have to be embarrassed about around each other. We're just two horny guys who are married to the missionary twins. So fuck it. I want to jerk off and I'm going to right here, right now so if you mind you'd better go for a walk, or maybe you'd like to join me."
"I'm just as horny as you, so why not." I said with a big grin as I watched Harry grab a handful of his cock and begin pumping. It was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen and that's what gave me the courage to say what came out of my mouth next.
"Unless..." I said somewhat hesitantly, "you'd like me to do for you what Dave did."
His eyes shot open and he looked at me first with a bewildered look, then as he realized I was completely serious with total surprise, and finally as he processed it all through his mind he gave me a sly grin. The whole time he'd been holding his rampant beast in his tight fist.
"I'm not even going to ask why, we can talk later, but if your willing, have at it."
He lay back, shut his eyes, took his hand away from his cock that continued to jut ramrod straight and spread his legs apart. I crawled over to him and took my position between his legs, opened my mouth and engulfed all 7 inches of his fat cock.
It had been more than 8 months since I'd last had a taste of man-meat and I was more than ready. My lust was only matched by Harry's need. For the next 20 minutes I made passionate love to his cock and each time I sensed him approaching the point of no return, I'd back off and give a sample of my other oral talents. I slurped on his balls, nibbled at his nipples and rimmed his ass until he was begging me to go easy on him. Finally when I knew he could stand no more of the exquisite torture I was putting him through I went down on him again, determined not to come up again until he'd fed me everything his balls could churn out. I deep throated him, pistoning up and down his fleshy pole, laving his meaty head with my tongue. I had him writhing with pleasure, moaning loud enough to be heard for miles and finally letting out a roar he lifted his ass off the ground and let loose with a shot that instantly filled my mouth with his musky man juice. I gulped it down just in time to be rewarded with a second mouthful and continued gulping until, after 6 or 7 pulses I knew he'd finished. I still nursed on him and with my hand I milked the last drops of his precious offering into my waiting mouth.
He couldn't stand any more pleasure and with some deliberate force pulled me off him.
"That's enough for now, there's just so much of a good thing I can take, but just let me say that Dave no longer hold the "best blow job" title. I think this is the start of a whole new level of friendship for us and it may just save our marriages."