Gay, Married, and Horny

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Chapter 1 - Prologue

I never meant this to happen. I really didn't.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me back up a bit.

My name is Stephen. I won’t bore you with too many details but I’m a 31 year old gay man.

I am also a very sexual person. In college and beyond, I lived for my next sexual encounter. I was a regular in the local gay bars, cruised on the internet two or three times a week, and let's just say that if there were frequent flyer miles for bathhouses, I would be a diamond member. I sucked and sat on every dick I could find... condoms always optional. There is something about the thrill of anonymous sex that just really gets my juices flowing.

I've got a nice (if I do so so myself) six incher, cut, but I'm an almost total bottom and getting fucked is "real sex" to me. Everything else is just foreplay or a distraction.

Then three years ago, at the ripe old age of 28, I met an amazing guy and settled down.. A year later we were married in Massachusetts and I vowed I would never have sex with anyone else again. I considered myself lucky to make it through my slutty “phase” still HIV negative… despite having lost track of how many loads I had taken. Thomas, my husband, is the sweetest person I've ever met, I adore him, and would ever do anything to hurt him.

Or so I thought.

Thomas's cock is, to be honest, somewhat smaller than average. When he fucks me, there is always that nagging part of me that isn't really satisfied. Despite this, he is a "total top”. Even worse is that he doesn't have a very strong sex drive. For him, fucking once every couple of months is more than enough and even then he always wears a condom. He likes to cuddle, occasionally he will let me jack him a bit. That is the extent of our sex life.

Meanwhile I'm so horny I'm basically climbing the walls (and giving myself carpal tunnel or whatever it's called from jacking myself off four or five times a day). I'm not trying to justify what happened. Really, I'm not. I'm just telling you.... Ok?

Anyway. It was a couple months ago and I was having a crap day at work. I couldn't focus on anything but the guys walking by on the street a couple levels below. Playing the "I wonder how big his dick is" game over and over in my head with each cute guy who walked beneath my window.

It was the noise from the renovation crew working on the offices one floor above me that finally interrupted my daydreams. When they started drilling right above my desk, it gave me a great excuse to get out of my office and go to the men's room to rub one out.

I told my assistant Calvin that I would be back once the upstairs crew moved on and it was less noisy. He muttered a distracted "Ok Stephen" without looking up from the spreadsheet he was working on.

I had found a men's room a few days earlier that, due to the staff moving around for the renovations, was always empty. So I headed there. There was an outer door and and inner door which allowed for a bit of warning if anyone did show up.

I was clearly in my own little world because as I turned down the last hallway I almost walked into a guy talking on a cell phone and I hadn't even heard him.

Maybe it was just because I was so horned up, but there was something about him that caught my eye. Blonde hair slightly too long and slightly unkempt. Blue eyes. About 3 inches taller than me so about 6' 1” and close to my age. The work pants and sweatshirt marked him as clearly part of the renovation team but more like a supervisor or foreman as his clothes were clean except for just a hint of sawdust or something on one sleeve.

I'm no gym bunny but I try to keep fit. He was something different. I could see his arms, chest, and legs were firmly muscular without being bulky. His toned body, however, was the result of work not just working out. He was handsome not beautiful... but all the more perfect for it.

But what really caught my attention though was something less tangible and harder to describe. He had a certain aura of quiet confidence and masculinity that was incredibly sexy.

All of this took a second, maybe two, before I realised I was staring. He noticed me and glanced my way for half a second.

In that half a second, I felt I had been weighed and measured, like he knew my thoughts, and what had exactly what had brought me to this empty part of the building. And then he turned away and back to his phone call. Even his deep voice was calm and exuded the same sense of being in control as the rest of him.

I blushed and hurried into the men’s room. My dick was hard as a rock and i was breathing heavily. I don't think any guy has ever effected me like that before. I was even hornier than I had been before.

I stepped to a urinal and fished out my dick and started stroking. I closed my eyes and pictured the man in the hallway outside. I could already feel my balls start to tighten, aching for release.

And then I heard the outer door to the bathroom open. My eyes snapped open and I stopped stroking but my dick was hard, red, and ready to shoot. I turned my body to try and hide it while watching the door.

The stranger walked in, his blue eyes meeting mine for another half second. Yet again I felt him measuring me up and assessing the situation. He knew exactly what I was doing before he entered and wasn't at all surprised.

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Chapter 2: The First Encounter

He passed me and stepped up to the urinal next to mine and fished out his dick. I tried not to look, I swear, but at the sound of his piss splashing in the urinal my head turned of its own accord.

He was far enough back that I had a clear view. His uncut dick was soft but about 5 inches and thick. I stared and held my breath as he pissed. My conscience told me to get out before this situation developed But I didn't move, just stood and stared.

His stream finished and he shook his dick gently. He made no move to put it away. He turned slightly towards me, his uncut shaft pointing at me as if in challenge. I found myself turning to face him no longer thinking of hiding my own straining cock.

I felt his hand on my shoulder pushing me to my knees without a word. I didn't resist and found myself at eye level with his hardening dick. His foreskin had peeled back and the sight of that thick head on that thick long shaft had my mouth watering and my ass twitching.

This was crazy! Someone might come in, I could lose my job, and Thomas would be hurt if I betrayed him like this. But I stayed.

I was close enough that I could smell him. Just a hint of sweat as he had been working but still clean. Virile and masculine. God I love that smell. I leaned closer to him, my lips parting out of old habit. His tool slid past my lips and across my tongue.

His dick was at least seven inches long now, his cocked fully exposed, and still not at full mast. It tasted so good but he didn't stop on my tongue. He quickly hit the back of my throat and I struggled to remember how to relax and let it in. It had been so long since I had sucked a cock where this was an issue.

I gagged and he backed off slightly to allow me to catch my breath then pushed forward again.

This time my throat remembered how to open for a cock and his cock slipped in. A heard a sigh of approval above. Encouraged by his approval, I increased my efforts as he worked his hard dick back and forth on my tongue and in and out of my throat.

That is when it happened. He unbuttoned his work pants and slid then slightly down to give me better access and I saw the tattoo on his hip.

A biohazard symbol.

A flood of panic threatened to overwhelm me I realised the implications. I was on my knees sucking off a HIV positive stranger is a men’s room at work.

He seemed to know I had seen the tat. He waited patiently while I struggled between my lust and my fear.

Then a drop of his pre-cum landed on my tongue. Salty and sweet. Awakening the sensations I had repressed for so long. Everything else, everything rational, was forgotten again. I didn't think of Thomas, or getting caught giving a blow job at work, or even getting the bug. All I could think of was getting that hard meat throbbing in my throat again.

And it felt so right. This was where I belonged. On my knees worshipping this stranger and his big uncut cock. I leaned forward, drawing him back into my throat. He seemed even more turned on now that I knew his status.

His hands were on the back of my head now. Holding me in place as his rod pistoned in and out of my throat. I know it sounds like a porn cliche but he had to be at least 8 inches long now that he was fully erect and his thickness was almost threatening to trigger my gag reflex.

"Tell me you want my load." It was the first time he had spoken directly to me. His deep voice seemed to rumble through me. "Tell me that you want my dirty seed, you slut."

All I could do is moan desperately in the affirmative. HIV or not, I wanted his cum.

He was getting close.

His breathing was heavy.

His balls were drawing up.

"Here it comes you cocksucker!"

He pushed in deep one last time and I felt his cock throb as wave after wave of hot cum fired deep in my gullet. I struggled to breathe but didn’t want to let his dick go.

Finally he pulled back so the tip was on my tongue and I immediately began to suck and lick. His cock pulsed again... an unbelievable amount of cum. I couldn’t remember anyone with such a big load. My mouth was now coated with his warm spunk and itwas as delicious as anything I had ever tasted, I wanted to savour it for hours but he stroked my throat until I swallowed.

He pulled his softening dick out of my mouth and I moaned desperately like a baby who lost it's bottle.

His wiped up a bit of cum that had escaped my mouth and he fed it to me as he looked into my eyes. I sucked his finger clean and he chucked.

I leaned back on my haunches and watched as he tucked his dick away. It was only then that thoughts of my husband returned. Oh fuck. What had I done? I was so ashamed. So afraid that Thomas would find out... That my actions would cause him pain.

had shot my load at some point. I hadn't even noticed. The front of my underwear were covered and there was a puddle on the floor.

My stranger stepped past me. As he reached the door he stopped.

"Be here tomorrow morning at 11:30.”

I didn't say anything, still kneeling in my guilt.

He stood there waiting until I looked up. "I like my bitches ready ". He said. "If you want any lube you had better grease yourself up before I get here."

And with that he turned and left.

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Parts 3 & 4 coming tomorrow.

[Bttm2go]

Hot story. Looking forward to the next parts.

[cumluvnbottom]

Thanks. They are mostly done but want to polish them a bit more. Working on part 5 as well. I guess I write novellas, not short stories. <lol>

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Chapter 3: Conflicted

I sat in my office the next day, Friday, trying to work. My eyes and attention, however, kept drifting to the clock on my desk.

When I got home the day before my stomach had been torn up with guilt but I didn’t tell Thomas anything. We had dinner then watched TV on the couch until he fell asleep. We were in bed by 10:30. The mundane evening just made the thrill and excitement of the day that much more enticing.

I had decided, however, that my indiscretion was a one-time slip up. I loved Thomas and would be faithful to the promises we had made. I wouldn’t betray him again and told myself that, as long as I didn’t, there was no need to damage our relationship by telling him what I had done.

That bottle of lube and condom in my jacket pocket today was just s whim, a spur of the moment thing before I left for the office this morning. I wouldn’t need it.

Now, however, it was getting close 11:30, the time that my stranger had told me to be back in the men’s room. Maybe I should meet him I told myself. Just to let him know I wasn't going to have sex with him. It would be rude to just stand him up.

It was fifteen minutes or so until the appointed time. I stood up, grabbed my coat, and headed towards the men's toilet. As I walked I could feel the bottle of lube in my jacket pocket.

There was a trembling in the pit of my stomach as I approached the rendezvous. Nothing to be nervous about, I told myself, I'm just going to tell him no.

Turning the last corner into the hall where my stranger had been on the phone the day before, the hall was empty. There was a new sign saying the restroom was out of service due to renovations. The stranger had made arrangements to give us privacy.

Walking past the sign, I entered the restroom but it was empty.

I was early however so I leaned against the counter to wait. I imagined I could still smell the sweat and cum of yesterday's encounter, that I still taste his load on my tongue. Could still feel his pulsing in my throat as he shot. My dick was hard and I rubbed it through my pocket.

Five minutes then ten minutes passed. The time of our rendezvous came and went. Still no sign of him. I waited.

After another ten minutes I decided he wasn't coming. I wasn't sure why I was disappointed. I had just planned on turning him down, right?

No point wasting the walk over though. I could still jack off an release a little tension. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick. As I stroked, I wondered how his dick would have felt inside me like he had promised. Pulling off my suit jacket I pulled out the lube and squirted a bit on my fingers.

As I stroked with one hand, I slid my lubed fingers down the back of my trousers and rubbed the lube into my crack. I bet his dick would feel really good if it was doing this instead of my fingers.

A bit more lube and I started to circle my hole. Teasing the tight ring I could feel it flex under my attentions. More lube. Now my finger was inside. Oh god! I wanted something bigger in there. I wanted to feel that satisfaction that only a big cock can provide. I had two fingers in my hole now as I continued to stroke my dick. Then three. Still not enough.

Then I heard the outer door of the restroom open. Shit.

I tucked my dick in my pants and tried to act nonchalant as the inner door opened. My hard on was clearly visible but it was all I could do.

The inner door opened and he entered. I was relieved it was him and not someone who might have reported me jacking off in a restroom where I shouldn't even be.

He was wearing a black button up shirt and jeans today and started to unbutton the shirt as the door closed behind him. Damn, he was as sexy as I remembered.

I wanted to tell him to stop but no words came.

He slipped the shirt off. His chest was as firm as I had thought and he was hairy enough to be masculine without being furry. The biohazard tat clearly visible just above his jeans.

He looked at me as I stood there mutely. Other than my discarded jacket, I was still in my suit.

"Um. I don't think we should..." I finally managed to say. "I have a husband..." My voice trailed off and I couldn't get the image of his cock out of my mind.

"Good for you" he seemed unimpressed. He didn't put his shirt back on or start to leave.

I was sure I could see the outline of his dick in his jeans. I stared. My lubed ass ring flexing involuntarily at the thought. It had been so long since I had been really, really fucked. I missed it. I needed it. My hand reached out and touched his dick of its own accord.

He pushed me away again and gestured at my slacks. "Get those off."

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Chapter 4: Going All The Way

I fumbled with my belt. Oh god. I was out of control again. I unfastened my trousers and tossed them aside. With only a second of hesitation, my white shirt and underwear followed. I was naked in front of him.

Only now did he remove his own jeans. He wasn't wearing underwear so his shlong hung partly erect.

He turned me around to face the counter and stepped up behind me.

“I have a condom in my jacket.” I said.

"Never use them" he growled in my ear. His cock was pressed against my ass.

"I'm negative" I said although I didn't move to try to stop him.

"I'm not." He cock now sliding into my crack. "And you knew that yesterday.. Tell me it didn’t turn you on.”

The tip of his big dick touched my rosebud and I moaned. I flexed my back to line him up with my hole.

"Tell me you want it"

I could feel my last chance to stop this was slipping away. But I didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t stop.

"Yes. I want it." I moaned.

"Beg."

He was right. I was - I am - just a slut to be used. I surrendered… my lust had won. I was going to cheat on my husband for the second time in two days and I didn't even know this guys name. ”Please fuck me. I need it so bad. I need you inside me.”

His hand was on my back, pressing down and bending me over against the counter. He pushed against my hole but my body tightened up against his thick eight inches. My hands found the lube bottle and I reached back to apply more. He slapped my hands away.

"I told you to be lubed up and ready. What you have there will have to do."

It had been years since my ass had anything but my husbands prick in me and this was so much bigger. He was determined to get inside me, however, and I was determined as well.

Finally, like my throat the day before, my manhole remembered how to take a dick and his head slipped inside.

I grunted in pain, glad for the empty hallways around the bathroom. He was so thick and I could feel my assring stretched tight around him. It was like losing my virginity again. My dick had gone softer with the pain.

He pushed again and an inch of his shaft followed the cockhead. He wasn't gentle. This was a fuck, not "making love". I was a hole to be used for his pleasure. And it was the most amazing sex I’d felt in years.

Despite the pain, I pushed back into his thrusts, eager to feel him balls deep inside me. Another inch, then another…. half of his eight inch dick was inside me. He was hitting my prostate and I was swept away on waves of pleasure.

He was merciless in his insistence on getting his dick in deep. He still had one hand on my back, keeping me bent over the counter, and another on my right hip to pull me back into his thrusts.

“God your hole is so tight.”

The deep rumble of his voice made my ass clench tight around him.

All the skills that had lay dormant for so long we're coming back to me now as I relaxed a little to let him thrust deeper, then tightening as he pulled back. He was hitting part of me that my husband never did.

I pushed thoughts of Thomas aside. It felt too good to be bothered with guilt right now. My dick, was getting hard again. This uncut cock was hitting that part of me that had been neglected for so long.

Finally, after several more minutes of thrusting, I felt his stomach against my back and his balls resting against my ass. He was completely inside me.

I clenched my hole tight around his shaft and was rewarded with a pleased moan escaping from him.

He was slamming his dick into me now. And I was meeting every thrust. He had both hands on my hips to hold me in place. My ass was stretched and sore but I didn’t want the feelings to stop.

I’m not sure how long we were there. It felt like forever and it felt like no time at all. Everything forgotten but the sensation of being truly fucked. We were both panting and the sound echoed in the room.

“Here it comes, boy. I’m going to breed your ass.”

“Yeah, give it to me! Give me your load… shoot that POZ load inside me.”

I felt him tense up, his grip on my hips tighten, his dick swelling even more inside me. He slammed in deep one final time.

He groaned as he reached his peak. His throbbing manhood shooting in my ass again and again. Damn this man could produce cum. Finally, his grip on my hips relaxed and I could hear him breathing heavily above me.

He didn’t pull out.

His dick was still hard and he began to slowly thrust again. He hit my prostate. Again. And again. I spasmed. My hole clenched tight.

My own load shoot all over the edge of the counter.

He slapped my ass hard and I felt him shoot again inside me. His dick was so thick I could feel every pulse and every wave.

It took him a minute to catch his breath and he slowly pulled out of my ass. His cream - his HIV infected cream - was dripping and running down my leg. I’m not kidding… this guy produced enough cum for two or three men.

He slapped my ass again with a chuckle and easily slid his finger into my hole. “Not so tight anymore.”

I was barely aware when he pulled me off the countered, pushed me to my knees, and stuck his dick in my mouth. “Clean me up.”

I obediently sucked and licked his dick. I could taste my own ass juices as my tongue caressed his shaft, as it slid under his foreskin. I licked the cum from his pubes and thighs, savouring each tasty drop. When he was finally content, he pushed me roughly away.

As he pulled his pants back on and tucked his soft dick back into his jeans, I turned to the counter and licked up my own spooge. He laughed behind me but I didn’t care. I was in heaven, absolute heaven.

He slipped on his shirt and opened the door to leave.

I looked up and called after him, my voice pleading. “Same time on Monday?”

“And what about your husband?” The mockery, even contempt, in his voice was palpable. “I thought

“I don’t… uh…” I stammered. “I mean… no one has ever made me feel that good.”

He shrugged. “You don’t understand, do you? I’ve had you…. I’m done with you now. On to something new.”

“Please… I need to feel you in me again.”

You ‘married’ men are all the same. You pretend to be so devoted but bend over for dick the first chance you get.”

His smile was malicious. “I’ll tell you what. Be here every day next week, same time, and I’ll make sure you get some dick.”

He gestured at the middle stall. “Be in there. Anyone that comes in here was sent by me. You will suck them, you will let them fuck you… whatever they want.”

He waited until I nodded acceptance. “If everyone I send is pleased, I will fuck you again.”

The door closed behind him leaving me alone, still naked, still on my knees in the men’s room. We both knew that I would be here and do whatever I had to.

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Part 5 still in the early stages... may take a few days but I hope you enjoy. Apologies if I'm slipping back and forth from American to UK spelling.

[rim4days]

Great story man. And good timing. Got some construction going on in my work building right now - lots of hot workmen about. Maybe I should check it out. lol

[LBRaw]

Damn good story!! Don't worry about the spelling .. everything works just fine...........

[fskn]

"Um. I don't think we should..." I finally managed to say. "I have a husband..."

If I could count the number of times I've heard a guy raise this final, feeble objection even as he gets into position, his hole inches away from my bare dick... From my perspective, this is one of the biggest benefits of same-sex marriage!

Thanks for starting this story. Your writing is honest, realistic, and hot.

[mike43]

Hot story I want to be a bathroom slut

[Guest JizzDumpWI]

No sweat at all drifting between US and UK english. It's all good. Quite a story, shows that desire so many of us feel...

[drscorpio]

Great story. Looking forward to reading more.

[cumluvnbottom]

Thanks all. Glad you are enjoying it so far. More to come (or is that cum).