Caught

[Scout]

            “Recognize these?”  My wife’s voice was cold as ice as I saw what was spread on the bed in the hotel room. There lay my leather gear, my gay pride jewelry, two dildos, and many photographs of gay sex. I looked at my wife, her face ablaze with fury, tears in her eyes.  She picked up my leather biker cap and harness.

            “Put them on,” she ordered.

***

            I have always known I was gay or at least bi, although I had never had sex with a man. When I was younger I had trouble having orgasms during sex with women until I started to fantasize that I was the one being fucked. I told myself it was normal for straight men to have homoerotic fantasies or to enjoy variety. My deep denial made it possible for me to marry and have two kids, while my man-lust remained buried.

            But that didn’t make for a great sex life, and I began to play out my gay fantasies in private by buying gay porno magazines and videos. Over time my sexual fantasies about men got darker: leather scenes, mild (and sometimes not-so-mild) S&M, and older, hairy bear-types.  I’m of average height and slender, and I was always the bottom. And my fantasies were always about being fucked bareback, even getting pozzed.

            I remember when I found an isolated adult bookstore a few miles from my home and bought a studded leather dog collar and a dildo.  The first time I wore the collar and worked the well-lubed dildo into my virgin ass in front of the bathroom mirror was a moment of revelation for me, the greatest sexual high I had ever experienced. I had put on one of my wife’s pretty watches and two of her rings for the occasion. I knew what I was: an effeminate butt-boy, longing for a rough, hairy stud to teach me my place. When I shot my load, great gobs of jism spurted all over the bathroom. I scooped it up and tasted it, loving every warm, salty drop.

            Once I started, there was no turning back. I wanted more. I purchased other fetish gear on-line – a biker cap, black work boots, a studded cock ring, sexy tight leather shorts with a snap away strip over my ass and crotch, and a harness. I bought the same kind of watch my wife wears, with a thin, black leather band and round white face – unmistakably feminine. Then came a rainbow bracelet and ring, and a male symbol ring.  Because my wife worked in the city and I often worked out of the house, I had lots of time alone at home for my fantasy fetish session. I figured out how to make a “man” from couch cushions and other household items. I would spread a sheet on the floor, grease the dildo, and pleasure myself in every position I saw in the videos.

            It’s clear now that as time passed I started to get a little careless about where I hid my toys and my photos. The kids had gone off to college, so there were fewer curious eyes to worry about.  Usually I put the stuff away in the attic and covered the box with other bins and boxes. But as I found more times for elaborate jerk-off sessions, I relaxed my precautions about concealment.  I downloaded pictures from internet sites and forgot to erase them. Once I left a gay video open on my computer screen for a couple of days.

            Probably I should have suspected something when my wife’s demeanor changed. She became cooler and started to avoid sex. That part didn’t bother me much because my overheated leather sessions kept me well-satisfied. I noticed sometimes that my box with my leather gear seemed to be in a slightly different position, but told myself my memory was at fault.

            Then one day, out of the blue, my wife began to act very friendly again and suggested a weekend at a hotel in the city to rekindle our fires.  Still loving her and wanting to keep her happy, I promptly agreed.  We would meet after work on a Friday when I knew I had to be in the city all day.  She told me she would pack everything and meet me in the hotel room.

***

            My wife was waiting for me when I arrived.  She had changed into a skimpy black negligee.  I found her pale, smooth skin alluring and moved to embrace her.  “Wait,” she said. “I have something special to show you.  Go into the bathroom and take off all your clothes.  Wait until I call you.”

            I did as she instructed.  A few minutes later she said, “OK, come out here.”  Her tone had changed; I noticed a harsh edge to her voice that took me by surprise.

            Opening the bathroom door, I received the shock of my life when I looked at the bed.  My wife stood with her arms crossed, her eyes ablaze.  Confronted by the evidence of my homosexual fantasy life, I gulped and felt my face redden in shame.  As I started to mumble a lame explanation, she silenced me with the order to don my gear.

            Maybe if I had not been caught off guard, I would have refused or simply put on my clothes and left.  Instead I obeyed, as my wife offered nasty comments. “I see you know just where everything goes. You must have had a lot of practice.  No wonder you don’t have the energy for NORMAL sex,” she sneered. She picked up my biker cap and held it.

            “Don’t forget the cap – it wouldn’t look MACHO without the cap.” The icy contempt in her voice cut through me like a dagger.          

As I pulled on my gear, I felt my cock stiffen involuntarily. I turned to hide it from my wife.  But as soon as I was done, she walked over to me and reached for the snaps for the crotch cover in my tight leather shorts. The flap covering my cock, my balls and my butthole came off in her hand, and my five-inch dick stood up, hard as a rock. My balls felt swollen already.

            She grabbed my right wrist, on which I wore my pretty woman’s watch. “Just like mine, huh?” she asked. “Except on you it makes you look like a girlie-man. That’s what you are, isn’t it?”

            “Honey, OK, these are just fantasy objects. They don’t mean any...”

            “SHUT THE FUCK UP,” she screamed, in a voice louder than she had ever used in an argument.“Do you have any idea how HUMILIATING this is to ME?  To know you go prancing around like some LEATHER FAGGOT?” Tears now streamed from her eyes. I hung my head in shame.

            “NOW PLAY WITH YOURSELF,” she shouted between sobs. When I hesitated, she demanded, “I SAID DO IT.  YOU KNOW YOU LIKE IT.”

            I was afraid someone would call the front desk or something. Embarrassed as I was to be standing there with my wife, it would be much worse to be seen this way by a stranger. “OK, dear,” I replied. “Just lower your voice.  I’ll do what you say.” I began to pump my stiff cock, which swelled even more. There was something incredibly exciting to be doing that in front of her. Then my wife snapped the leather cock ring tight around the base of my dick and balls.  With the increase in pressure, I felt precum start to ooze profusely from the tip of my prick.

            Again she gave an order: “TASTE IT.” By now my will to resist her demands had collapsed.  I ran my index finger over the tip of my dick, collecting the slick prick juice, and licked it off.  

“I bet that’s not the first time you’ve tasted your own cum, right?”  I nodded, avoiding her gaze. “And you like how it tastes, don’t you?” I nodded again.

            “YOU’RE DISGUSTING! I FEEL SICK, JUST LOOKING AT YOU. I’M PHYSICALLY SICK.” She was breathing hard, her cheeks flush with anger. “How many other men’s cum have you tasted?”

            “None. Honey, believe me, I’ve never had sex with anyone but you since we’ve been married. You have to believe me...”

            “Really?” she asked, more a statement than a question. “Then it’s time we proved that you really are a queer.” With that she walked over to the door connecting our room to the next one. I saw that the door on the other side was already open. And then it hit me: we were not alone.

*** 

            “Come in here, Eric,” my wife said.  “I want you to meet my husband.”

            In walked a big, burly, leather-clad hunk of a man.  If I had to conjure up my fantasy leather daddy, he’d look a lot like this heavy-set stud who stood before me.  He was a good four inches taller than me and weighed at least 250 pounds. (I’m only about 150 pounds myself.) Beneath his leather cap his hair was close-cropped; he gazed at me with commanding blue-grey eyes; his thick beard was streaked with grey. He wore a studded leather harness tight across his furry chest and his big beer gut, and leather bands around his thick biceps. His huge thighs were encased in tight black chaps. His cock, long and heavy and already swelling, hung open between his legs. He, too, wore a cock ring.

            Eric walked across the room and extended his hand.  I shook it and he continued to hold it as our eyes met. “A pleasure, boy, a pleasure,” he said. “I’ve been looking forward to this ever since your wife told me about you.” My mouth was dry. His grip sent a bolt of sexual electricity through me. This man could do anything he wants to me, I thought. I just nodded.

            Eric reached out with his other arm and pulled me into an embrace. I felt our cocks rub together, both stiffening. Nothing had ever felt more wonderful, more natural, than being in this man’s powerful arms, feeling his big belly press against my slender waist. I sighed aloud.

            At first my arms hung by my side but then, as though they had a will of their own, my hands began to run up his thighs, across his hairy ass cheeks and around his back. Eric’s hands found my little butt and squeezed.

            I felt his bristly beard rub against my close-trimmed one and then his lips brushed my neck.  His hot breath there cause me to sigh in pleasure. Without thinking about it, I started to rub his back and arms, savoring his strength.

             From the corner of my eye, I caught my wife’s hate-filled glare. “KISS HIM!” she ordered. I turned my face toward Eric’s and his lips brushed mine, once, twice, then our mouths locked together. He grabbed my dog collar so I could not retreat – not that I wanted to. I parted my lips and his tongue thrust between my teeth and explored my tongue. He tasted raunchy, traces of cigarettes and beer. I loved it.

            “God, I HATE FAGGOTS,” my wife raged. “FUCKING QUEERS. That’s so UNNATURAL.”

            She told Eric to sit on the chair by the desk. Then she turned to me. “Get on your knees in front of him.” I did as I was told. “Now suck his dick.” I took it in my hand but hesitated. Eric’s dick was much bigger than my dildo. I was afraid I’d gag on it. My wife, though, would brook no resistance. “You know you want it, girlie-man. SUCK IT!”

            I looked up at Eric.  He smiled at me.  “Better do as the lady says, boy, or I’ll have to get rough with you.”

            I brought my lips to the mushroom-shaped head of his dick. It was smooth and glistened with his precum. I swirled my tongue around the tip. The first taste of his salty man-cream sent a shiver down my spine. This is what I’ve always wanted, I thought, and I’m finally doing it. I opened my mouth and slowly drew as much of Eric’s meat in as I could. I felt his body tense and a deep grunt escaped his throat. His pleasure thrilled me. I began to move my head up and down, sometimes pulling off him to swirl my tongue around the outside. Then I lapped his balls as I pumped his shaft. “You’re a natural cocksucker, boy,” Eric gasped. His words filled me with a new kind of joy, the joy a gay man feels when he discovers he can please his partner sexually.

            As I drew Eric’s dick back within my mouth, I heard a clicking sound. I realized my wife had our camera and she was taking pictures as I went down on Eric. I stopped sucking his dick and looked at her. “What are you doing?” I asked in disbelief.   

            “You HUMILIATED me, you bastard,” she cried. She was visibly trembling with anger. “And now I’m going to get even with you. EVERYONE’S GOING TO SEE THESE!”

            Eric broke the tension. “Don’t worry about it, boy. We both know that you’re through with women. What do you care what she does with her fuckin’ pictures?”

            And I knew at once that he was right.  I was enjoying man sex far too much to ever go back.

***

            “Lie down on the bed, boy,” Eric instructed me. I did as I was told.

            He straddled my chest and his bulk trapped me as his stiff cock waved in front of my eyes.  I could not have moved him off me if I had tried. I realized that this is what it means to be dominated.

            “Open wide,” Eric demanded in his firm, quiet voice. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

            I parted my lips as I was told and was rewarded with thick, hot manmeat. Eric thrust in and out of my mouth, and I gagged. “Please, not so hard, I can’t,” I whined. He laughed and shoved it right back in. I grasped his thighs and thrilled at the sensation of the leather.

            My wife leaned over, still taking pictures and still making nasty comments. “I hope he CHOKES you with his dick, you queen. YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A FUCKING COCKSUCKER! THAT’S RIGHT, YOU MISERABLE HOMO FAGGOT!” Her words turned me on even more. I sucked with new enthusiasm and the instinct to gag subsided.  Eric went deeper in my throat and my dick got even harder.

            Abruptly he stopped. Eager to swallow his load, I was disappointed. He swung around and presented his ass to me. It was huge and hairy as I ran my hands across it. “Taste my ass, boy, get your tongue in my shitter.”

            With that he pressed his crack against my nose. All I could see, all I could feel, were his vast, hairy cheeks. I smelled the funky aroma of sweat and butt juice. With my tongue I explored around his butthole. Soon it was slick with my saliva. Then, tentatively, hesitantly, I probed his anus with my tongue and worked it inside. I was rewarded with a loud moan. “That’s it, boy, get that tongue in deep. Yeah, let me feel it.” Eric’s words sounded far away.   

              My wife leaned over me. “God, that’s GROSS,” she cried. “I’ve never seen anything so FILTHY in all my life. ALL YOU FAGS SHOULD BE ARRESTED FOR THE THINGS YOU DO! YOU’RE PERVERTED! SICK!”

              Eric had been holding my cock and pumping it gently. Now he brought it into his mouth and swallowed it to the base. I felt his lips brush my crotch hair as he deep-throated me. I thought I would die from ecstasy. My wife always hated sucking me and would stop after the first dribble of precum.

            As Eric pleasured me, I responded in kind. My tongue thrashed about, in and out of Eric’s shithole, lapping as if my life depended on it.

***

            “I want you to fuck him, the little shit,” my wife said sharply to Eric.  “That was our deal.  You promised you’d fuck him without a rubber.”

            Eric withdrew, leaving me breathing hard, prostrate on my back. I could scarcely believe what had been happening – and what was about to happen next. Eric went into the other room and came back with some lube. My wife glared at me; I said nothing to her.

            Returning to our bed, Eric told me to pull my knees to my chest. He then began to lap around my ass, wetting my curly butt fuzz, and followed by probing my butthole with his tongue.  The sensation left me writhing and moaning. So this was what it feels to be on the receiving end of a rim job!  I thought, I could get used to this in a hurry.

            Then Eric squeezed some lube on my crack and started to work it in past my sphincter with one of his thick fingers. The whole universe seemed concentrated at one point, my cherry anus, as he worked that digit in and out. I felt a moment of pain as he pressed a second finger into my unyielding hole and I willed myself to relax. “Breathe, boy,” Eric coaxed tenderly. I appreciated the care he gave me. When both fingers were in, I felt my muscles relax. He started a gentle scissoring motion to stretch me. I felt my balls swelling even more. 

            “Tell him what you want, FAGGOT,” my wife sneered. "Say it with a lisp."

            “Please, Eric,” I murmured, “I want your big cock inside me. I need it. Please – give me what I need.”

            With that, Eric withdrew his fingers. He pumped his cock a couple of times, making sure it was rock hard. Still on his knees, he moved between my legs and shifted my legs onto his broad shoulders. I felt the tip of his cock press against my waiting butt opening.

            Our eyes met and he smiled at me as he increased the pressure on my anus.  I felt a burning sensation and began to push back against his cock. It felt like a baseball bat was being shoved into my rear as the burning increased. I winced from the sharp pain. But then my sphincter relaxed and the tip of his dick slid into me. Slowly, slowly he pushed deeper into my back passage. The burning subsided, replaced by the most exquisite sense of fullness and completeness I had ever experienced.

            Eric is fucking me, I thought. My wife is watching Eric fuck me.  Oh, God!  I can’t believe this is finally happening.

            As Eric buried himself within me, I gripped his powerful forearms. My hands seemed so dainty. I caught a glimpse of my pretty watch and my pride rings. This is what I was meant to be, a bottom for my manlover’s thick cock. A wide smile of contentment crossed my face, and I uttered girlish cries, “Ah! Mmm!” each time Eric thrust into me.

            My wife, her eyes wide at the sight of her husband taking another man’s cock, could not contain herself. “YOU SEE! YOU SEE! YOU LIKE THAT! You like being fucked. This is so fucking HUMILIATING! I’m married to a God-damn QUEER, a God-damn, stinking FAGGOT. YOU’RE NOT A REAL MAN – NO REAL MAN WOULD LET HIMSELF BE FUCKED!”  New tears streamed down her face; her eyes were red and swollen from crying. She snapped more photos even as she screamed expletives at me.

            But my attention was fixed on my ass, on the amazing feelings Eric’s huge tool produced as he began to move in and out. Precum oozed from my dick, purplish and swollen more than I had ever seen it. I looked up at Eric’s face. It was contorted with lust. 

            “Do you like my ass, sir?” I asked. “I hope my ass pleases you, sir.”

            He smiled down at me. “You’re a fast learner, boy. Good to see that I don’t have to teach you good manners.” He started to pick up the pace, now that my ass muscles were relaxing.  I heard the soft, squishy sound a cock makes when it plunges in and out of a tight, wet hole – a cunt or an ass. The beautiful sound made by Eric’s cock and my ass. The room filled with the aroma of my back passage.

            Our eyes met and he leaned forward to kiss me. Our tongues met and his fucked my willing mouth.

            I felt the weight of his round beer gut atop me. My top likes my lithe body, I thought. I ran my hands up his hairy biceps and over his shoulders. When he broke our kiss, my hands explored his chest. I tugged on his harness and kneaded his abdomen with my slender fingers. “You are so sweet, sir,” I cooed.

            My wife looked ready to puke. I didn’t care.           

***

            The surge of a rising orgasm built within my cock. It seemed to well up from some inner recess and take control of my body. “I’m going to cum, sir! I can’t help it. Please, sir, may I come?” Before Eric could answer, mancream spurted from my dick slit in little jets, flying across my chest and even reaching my beard. The volume of jism amazed me – I hadn’t produced anything like it since I was in my twenties.

            “I didn’t tell you something, hubby,” she snarled. “Eric is HIV positive. He’s going to infect you, you miserable bastard. How do you like that?”

            “I don’t care,” I gasped. “I only care about his pleasure.”

            By this time, my wife had had enough. I felt sorry for her at that moment, even as she let her homophobia erupt. She went into the bathroom and slammed the door hard.

            “Damn loud-mouthed bitch,” Eric said with a shrug. You’ll take orders from me now, not her.”

            “Yes, sir,” I said, meekly.

            He pulled out of me, leaving a void and momentary disappointment. “Turn over on your knees, faggot.” When he used that word, it didn’t bother me. In fact, it sent an erotic charge through me, as my true sexual identity was now no longer a secret.

            My legs felt like jelly, but I did as I was told. On all fours I faced the bathroom door.  Eric moved behind me, pressed his cock against my slick, open butthole, and rammed his meat into me in one fluid motion. He went so deep so quickly that for a moment I felt that the tip would come out my throat. “OHHH, yes!!!  Thank you, sir,” I gasped.

            “You made a mistake before, boy. You came without permission.”

            “I’m sorry, sir. It felt so good I couldn’t control myself.”

            “That’s no excuse,” he said, as he resumed his in-and-out action. My cock somehow stiffened again. “If you want to be my bottom, you better learn to follow orders.  I’ll have to punish you.”

            With that he began to spank me, and plenty hard. “Thank you, sir,” I cried after each blow. The room echoed with the echoes of his slaps on my ass cheeks.

            My wife emerged from the bathroom fully clothed. Our eyes met, and I saw again on her face utter contempt and profound revulsion. And it was an incredible turn-on! Her face reddened as Eric spanked me and fucked me and I called out my gratitude and obvious ecstasy.  “Oh, thank you, sir! I need a man like you to teach me how to be a good bottom.” Then, with a deliberate lisp in my voice, I added, “You’re so strong, so manly.”      

           And that sent my wife off the deep end. “WE’RE FINISHED, GIRLIE-MAN!” she shrieked.  “I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR NEW LOVER.  NO WOMAN WOULD EVER WANT TO TOUCH YOU AFTER SHE SAW THIS. IT’S SICK, IT’S REVOLTING.”  With that, she opened the door into the hall and stormed out, the door slamming loudly behind her.

***

            Eric leaned forward and pulled two pillows under my dick. With his massive torso on my back, my arms collapsed. I turned my head to the side. He began to kiss me again over my shoulder, and I twisted to meet his tongue. His arms went under me and his thrusts quickened.  He broke our kiss and gasped, “Here it comes, boy. Take my poz load!  Take it like a man!”

            “Yes, sir. I want it, sir. I want your toxic load in my ass! Seed me!”

            There was one final moment of hesitation, followed by the deepest lunge yet. “AH! AH! AHHHH!” Eric roared in my ear, as hard, rapid thrusts followed, as it heavy balls slapped against my ass cheeks. I was thrilled – I had fulfilled my deepest craving, to please my manlover.  And suddenly that triggered my second orgasm, very different from the first but just as pleasurable.

            Eric lay atop me, his enormous bulk pinning me. We continued to kiss over my shoulder, softer, more tenderly.

            My life had been changed forever, as we both knew. My straight life was over. From this point forward I would live my true identity, as a man who loved men.

[nymidtowneast]

Damn! That was hot.

[gingerdaddyG]

Want to meet Eric 💦☣️😈

[MackyJay]

This sounds a lot like me.  Plugged in my phone to recharge and went to kitchen to get a snack. Wife came home from work (I hadn't paid attention to time) and headed into other room.  I finished getting snack and we t to other room to find my wife looking through my gallery.  I'd plugged phone in but forgot to shut it off and she doesn't know my code to open it, ugh, so dumb.

      I had pics showing me cross dressed, playing with an assortment of dildos and vibrators, locked in a chastity device (don't have it anymore as someone stole it), a video of me getting fucked from slow to fastest setting by my fuck machine which has an 11" very fat black dong.  To say the least, she was pissed.  Till then she'd only suspected such things but now she saw proof. 

     Basically her own fault mostly. It's been over 23 years since we last had sex. She'd got her 'change of life --menopause somewhat earlier than avg and we went from 6, 8, 12, 20 times per week of sex to zero in less than 2 months.  Was difficult for me at first but although I loved sex, I thought I could handle it. I actually did do very good for between 5-6 years.  I'd been completely straight my entire life to this point, not even a thought of me ever doing anything gay.

      Then a trip into Des Moines for business that I'd figured would take most of the day but actually only took a little over an hour. This left me with a lot of time on my hands. I decided I didn't want to rush home and thought I'd drive around town to see what changes had been done. I'd went to school in Des Moines for electronics almost 40 years before and though I'd been back to town a few times since had not really had time to look around.  Huge amount of changes.  Old YMCA downtown had been taken down and new one built elsewhere. About 7 or 8 of us had stayed there while in school. Very cheap back then at only $15 dollars per week. That got you a small room, with single bed, a desk, two chairs and small closet, but you could not have a hot plate or anything else to fix food but no problem as cafe in Y and several others within a couple of blocks, but added feature was no extra charge to use any of the Y's facilities if not in use by some group, which meant, to me anyway, I got to use gym to shoot baskets and sometimes even got in games when enough guys there, not a big swimmer but sometimes that's fun, weight room and whatever else was open (never tried handball courts as although I know how to play many different sports that's one I'd never learned even to today). 

     Found many other changes, when going to school, there had been 5 or 6 drive-in theaters in Des Moines, now zero.  Then upon turning a corner, about half way in that block, I just happened to look at a sign on a building, the name of an adult store & arcade. That kicked in my damn curiosity, as I'd heard of them but never been in one. I drove around the block and slowing down saw a sign pointing up alley saying parking for that place in rear, so I turned in and parked. Absolutely no idea what to expect inside. Entered and didnt take long to be amazed at how many 'sex' toys there seemed to be. I was actually quite naive and only barely knew anything except I knew about dildos and vibrators but had no idea of how many different ones there were plus had to read packages to find out what many things actually were.  Walked around just basically in discovery mode trying to figure out many items I had no idea of plus in separate room found rack after rack of videos (back then and only about 12-14 years ago almost all were VHS tapes lol).  In a previous job and many years before and married to my first wife (my present wife is my third one) my boss and I had been invited to a stag party in another small town about 7 miles away being held by a customer. Invite had stated, only men invited-stag only, there will be several XXX movies to be shown (these were all 8mm on reels-way old huh?), bring your own beer but he'll have lots of chips and dips. All movies shown were straight sex but kind of interesting. I've drank quite a bit of beer when younger, but even then preferred my Bacardi 151 Rum and Coke (no damn ice please as I'm not a polar bear lol) but invite said beer, so I took a twelve pack of Budweiser in a cooler and my boss brought an entire case of Bud (largest selling beer in the world at that time and main plant in St Louis, Missouri and still the only beer I drink and reg Bud as I detest light beers). Lots of joking and other odds and ends of talk before and during the movies. I drank, I think, either 8 or 9 of my beers and boss probably one or two more than me. We watched approx 12 or so movies by then, and since we had to work the next day and they still had probably 25-30 more movies, (that guy had one of the largest collections of 8mm porn I have ever seen) we left and headed for home but not straight home as we stopped at this bar deciding g to have just one more before going home. It was just about midnight then and entered and took seats at bar and boss ordered himself a beer but I'd had enough of that, I thought, and they had no 151 Run, so settled for reg Bacardi Rum and Coke.  Was almost done with my drink, when for first time looked around the bar and almost fell off stool when, clear at back table I saw four of my closest friends. My boss said he was going to have another beer and asked if I wanted another drink which I declined telling him I was going back to talk to my friends. He nodded saying take your time I'll drink slow. Went back to table and friends were surprised as hell. Told me to sit down and join them. They were just ordering again when I got there and one was my best friend (a year younger and we'd met when he entered 7th grade and I'd entered 8tb grade and we're still best friends even today, which makes it 61 years of friendship) and he told waitress to bring me one too. Apparently they were all drinking same thing and when it was brought to table I found out that they were all drinking pitchers of Budweiser, no glasses lol, everyone had their own pitcher and we're drinking right from the pitchers. Not what I'd expected but not polite to refuse a friend's offer so I started drinking my pitcher and talking and joking with them with gusto as it had been a while since I'd been able to party with any of them as out of the 5 of us, I was the only one married at the time. Didn't pay attention to time as having such a great time with old friends (oh and as of now, only my best friend and I are the only ones still alive).  Before I knew it, I'd drank 3 of those pitchers, and was getting pretty doggone wasted when my boss tapped me on the shoulder saying we'd better head out as it was now 2 AM and closing time for bar. Boss had drank more beer than me at stag party and then at bar while I was downing pitchers he'd had another 9 or 10 beers, and was about as wasted as Mr and he was driving. Had to drop me off at my home, on SW side of town and then drive to his home clear across town on the NE side of town. I had to open business in morning meaning we opened at 8 AM but I had to be there to get things organized by 7:30 AM and I hadn't drank that much in several years so guess what, I was bent over the porcelain stool for almost 3 hours after getting home so almost 5 AM before I fell asleep. Ugh approx 2 hours of sleep hung over terribly with wife just laughing but 7:30 I was entering shop.  8 AM unlocked door and OMG was I happy it started out a very slow morning.  Delivery guy showed up on time but no sign of boss. Delivery guy as also stocked inventory we'd had delivered from main office the afternoon before. I was only 24 then and he was 60 something and slow as hell. I'd put away stuff when he was on vacation and was a large shipment and even answering phone and filling orders had it all in proper places on shelves  before end of day, but that old guy almost always had half the things left to put away the next morning.  Finally boss showed up and hour late looking about as bad as I felt. He told me he was going to make me a deal, let me go back home to get some sleep, keeping me on the clock but I had to come back no later than 1:30 PM and relieve him and then he'd go home to rest. Then next morning we'd both be ok to go. Great deal and that little extra sleep did me wonders but was last good thing that boss ever did.  Loved my wife but she just could not keep her legs together. I told 5 different guys that they would find better health in a different town and I had a rep as nobody to fuck with so all 5 packed up and left, 4 of them, not close friends, but supposed to be friends.  Thought that had ended it but then found out boss had been fucking her too as she'd taken on job of babysitting his kids and I stead of him doing his rounds tosmall towns around us plus businesses in town, he was taking off home to fuck my wife. Then he quit job and went to work for a client just as I found out about them so I demanded that she quit babysitting and actually found her another job as a waitress, more money, right next door to where my dad worked. It was an old time style family oriented bar and restaurant and one of the cooks was my aunt, my dad's sister so I figured no way could she cheat anymore lol, was I wrong. She soon was fucking the guy that delivered their bread, again a supposed friend of mine. I bowled on Tuesday nights, two back to back leagues. He bowled only the first one, different team but we almost always had talks. Then found out while I was bowling zecond league he would head to our place and fuck my wife in our bed.  By this time I'd had enough, had let old boss off with just a warning (a few years later I'd wished I'd have kicked his ass as on 3rd wife and our kids were in 6th and 3rd grade and he had become a custodian there, plus another of my dad's sisters was a cook there, I had parent-, teacher conference and when done headed to cafeteria to say a quick hello to aunt and ran into old boss sweeping floor (hadn't seen him in about 10 or 12 years so no idea he was there) and just as I got to him he looked up and both of us were surprised. I was just about to be nice and just say hi how have you been but before I could open my mouth he, in a nasty tone of voice, asked what the hell was I doing there. Tone kind of shocked me a bit but I just said, I've got two kids in school there and just had conferences with teachers and now I was going to cafeteria to say hi to my aunt before heading back to work.  Decided to hell with being nice and asking how he'd been doing and started to walk away. Asshole then, again in nasty tone, basically stopped me short saying, that I'd better not be causing any trouble in 'his' school or I'd answer to him. That stopped me for sure and I turned back to him and said, I'll answer to you? That's a good joke, what are you doing to do, yell at me and then run to get help, cause I have no intention to cause any trouble but if I did, you sure as hell aren't the one I'd have to answer to and if you did come at me, which I very much doubt, I'd kick your ass to the moon like I should have done way back when I found out you'd been fucking my first wife.  You were actually the 6th guy she cheated with but the first one I let off. And if you don't like what I just said, why wait for any trouble elsewhere when it's readily available right here and now if you want to try your luck. He didnt say another word just started sweeping floor again. 

       Well, I got way off track didn't I?  Anyway, after looking at about everything in that adult store I'd noticed a sign with an arrow pointing down a hallway saying arcade this way and underneath that it said booths only take quarters and $1,25 minimum.  Well I'd looked over everything else so I thought why not take a look. Had to go to counter though to get quarters. Had only 1 one dollar bill no fives so had to get out a ten dollar bill. $1.25 mini.um but I figured I'd probably spend $2-3 dollars so that was what I was after. Attendent was busy at first so I just placed 10 on counter to wait. He finished with other customer and coming by me and before I could say anything, he'd grabbed my ten and plopped a whole roll of quarters down and was already talking to next person. Ten dollars worth of quarters, oh well didn't want to wait and haggle and besides I could always use change for pop machines, so just headed to arcade. No idea what to expect. Entry was actually just a walk around end of wall and there was one long hallway with booths on each side. Hmm interesting and I walked to end of hall checking out each booth. They were all numbered, on my right from 1 to 8 and on left from 9 to 14. No idea so I just took lucky number 7 lol. Opened door and entered, omg, dark as hell and couldn't see where to put quarters. Had to open door to see box on far wall with slot for money and two knobs, one marked turn to pick out vid and other marked volume. Closed door and felt for slot and dropped in $3 dollars worth and screen lit up with a vid playing. I grabbed vid knob and turned it all the way left to number 1, then slowly turned it right checking out each vid as I went. If I remember right, there were only a dozen vids possible with 9 of them gay sex, 1 was tranny sex, 1 was bisex and 1 was straight sex. That's where I stopped to watch but only about 30 to 40 seconds as both the man and woman were not at all good looking plus guy's dick looked smaller than mine plus their acting stunk to hell. Ugh, what to do? I then decided to try the bisex one, had two guys and one woman. Again a short stay as woman was def ugly and the two guys were making out like crazy while she was sucking one of them. So, next, oh hell, might as well check out the tranny one. Short time again, as tranny was uglier than last woman and was being sucked by a man. Not going good at all. What to do? Decided what the hell, I'll just go to first vid and just see a little of whatever gay guys do. Ugh. Had just got to number 1 and OMG both guys were stroking each other's çock and WOW, looked like two pretty big cocks. Had just noticed that but was going to change vids when I heard what sounded like another of the booths doors open and close so just stopped to listen, oh and I'd turned down volume all the way. Heard coins dropping and it sounded like right in next booth. Then all at once I saw a light coming from beside me from a hole in wall I hadn't noticed before, wtf. I turned and bent down to see what the light was and looking back at me from other booth was a guy whispering something o couldn't hear. I knelt down and whispered back, what did you say I couldn't hear you. He leaned closer and whispered again, can I suck your cock? WTF, I stood up almost on shock as hadn't expected that. Then my damn curiosity kicked in, plus it had been over 5 years since wife cut off our sex life and I was kind of tired of.y own hand and was horny as all get out, and I wondered what the difference was between a woman and a man sucking me, so I undid my pants dropped them and being horny and now a bit excited about difference my cock was already starting up and leaned a bit closer to hole. All at once that guy's hand came through hole, grabbed my cock and pulled it and of course me towards him so my cock was through the hole and before I could react I felt the very warm wet inside of his mouth around me. Felt pretty darn good too but I had been without too long so I'd bet it was only 2 or 3 minutes at most before my cum spurted in his mouth. He sucked till he was sure he had it all let go of me said thanks in a hurry and door opened and closed and he was gone. My thought was there was almost no difference between man or woman BJ.  This was the very first time in my life I'd done or even thought about anything gay.  This became starting point of what became a several years journey towards me making the decision to only identify myself as gay only and m2m sex only but it came a step at a time with several years in between steps.  Only got a BJ about twice per year when in Des Moines, then one trip as I got in booth before I could get my cock out, guy's cock in next booth was already hard and he'd stuck it through hole I guessed for me to suck. Should I or not I thought, then that big C kicked in again as I wondered just what a cock tasted like. So I knelt down with no idea how but tried to do to him what I thought had been done to me. Must have done alright as in about 5 or 6 minutes with hardly any warning, just felt wall jerk as he shoved his cock one last hard thrust and I heard him gasp and whoosh I had my first mouthful of cum, for some dumb reason I hadn't expected that lol. He quickly pulled out of my mouth and I heard his zipper then door and he was gone. I stood up with my mouth full of cum wondering what to do with it. Thought only a few seconds and thought what the hell some had already seeped down my throat while he was cumming and taste wasn't so bad at all.  So I swallowed it and have never since done anything else but swallow. So again a couple times per year that was it get or give a BJ. 

         Then next progression came about as got in booth and knelt down to see if guy wanted a BJ or to give one. Surprise, I was looking at a guy's bare ass and he was pulling his cheeks apart showing me his hole which looked slicker than hell with lube and he was asking me to please fuck him. Hmm, again I asked myself should I and again my damn curiosity kicked in as I wondered about difference in a woman's pussy compared to a man's ass. So I dropped my pants and grabbed my already almost hard cock and as he backed up against hole I slid my cock in him and fucked my first guy ever.  It was another few years before I let a guy talk me into letting him take my 'anal Cherry' lol. Even then it took him over an hour of haggling with me and I finally gave in when he made me an offer I couldn't refuse because I thought I had a 95% or better chance to win offer.  But he was way too good and experienced and like his promise took it very slow and easy and huge amount of lube, starting with just lubing and caressing my crack to more lube as he eased one finger in me, then shortly after easing in and out and around and around with that finger added more lube and second finger and shortly more lube and third finger and finally more lube and fourth finger.  Never felt anything like that before. Then he whispered he thought it was time and as he pulled those four fingers out of me he was adding more lube and pushed his huge cock against my hole so it didn't have a chance to hardly close any.  He very slow and gently would push at my hole then ease up add more lube then push again and shortly I felt something give and the head of his cock slid in OMG huge but not hardly any pain at all like a shot just very quick Jab and gone. Held still a few seconds then pushed in then eased back adding more lube each time back and each push in apparently a little deeper until all at once I felt his stomach against my ass and lower back and his balls bumped mine and he whispered wow I'm all in you now.  What? I didn't believe him. No way in hell for my first time ever could all of his huge cock be all in. That's the reason we'd haggled so long as I already saw his hard cock and it was the biggest one I'd ever seen except in a porno. He was 10 1/2" long and as big around as my wrist no way could I take that as my first. I tried looking between our legs but not much light but it did look like all in so I reached a hand  back there to feel and OMG he did feel like it was all in me except for maybe a quarter inch at most. Wow then he started a slow pull back out poured on more lube and back in oh so slow and gentle and each time out added more lube and then every few minutes I could feel him speed up just a little then more time passed and he sped up a little more. Every few minutes on backstroke he'd add more lube and speed up more till, not sure as it was feeling so damn good, but I'd say it had been a good half hour and he was now fucking the hell out of me faster and harder than all get out and OMG again it was driving me crazy with desire as he was so big that every in or out stroke just rubbed the hell out of my prostate. From first time the head of his cock entered me till he finally rammed me really really hard almost spastically and one final giant push in saying here it comes and he filled me up with his cum had been just over an hour. Wow fantastic.  Then when he finally stopped squirming and pulled out of me it hit me as all that rubbing against my prostate set me off as my cum flowed out of my dick. Fantastic again. Only bad thing about it, was I was so out of it from the fucking and then me cumming too, that I neglected to get that wonderful guy's name and number and never seen him again since.

       But that was my journey but it was a good 2 more years before I declared myself totally gay and m2m sex only.  Wife had suspected but until she snooped in my phone had no proof of any kind.  She was pissed but unlike your story she didn't want to see or have me do anything. Just screamed and hollered at me calling me names then hardly said a word to me for a couple of weeks but little by little she's given in and then one of the women she works with, who is partially handicapped and has a daughter living with her but no damn help, lost electricity in her bathroom plus a plug in in another room that TV was plugged into threw Sparks and wife asked if I'd go with her there as she was going to help clean up that back room and rearrange the furniture while I tried to fix electrical problems.  I still have most of my electrical testers, I had learned two diplomas at same time for electrical mechanics and also advanced electrical mechanics.  Then at age 50 went back to school to learn about computers, not programming, but workings of them and how to connect many different configurations of networking them.  Oldest one I'm class by quite a bit but when courses were over I had the highest point avg based on tests at 99.8% and had only missed out on 1p0% by missing a total over all tests of just two wrong answers but actually knew correct answers but they were multiple choice and had an answer sheet where you filled in the dot of correct answer and I'd got in a hurry and just filled in two dots that were next to correct ones by accident, oof. So fixing a household electrical problems was easy.  If I'd been an electrical contractor I'd have had to pay a damn fee plus take some stupid test to get a license to begin to be an apprentice but my schooling was way above that so I passed on that and off and on again for thirty years I worked on TVs, radios, stereos, etc.  You'd be surprised at how many, so-called electricians over the years I've asked if they knew what i times r equals E is and they didn't know.  That to me means they are not qualified electricians at all as that equation is the most fundamental electrical equation and is called Ohm's Law. i is measured in amperes or shortened to amps, r stands for the resistance in a circuit measured in ohms and has a small omega symbol standing for ohms and E stands for the voltage in circuit measured in volts. Know any two of those figures means you can find the third one.  Very very very basic and about the most commonly known eletrical formula so electrician that doesn't know it, there's no way in hell I'd hire him.   So now wife knows at least partially about my gay side but hasn't mentioned it now in a good while.

       Sorry I got long winded. A bad habit of mine sometimes, probably having to do with all the writing I've done over many years.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[bottombehr]

Sounds like fun. More please!

[Medwaym]

Hot story

[austin_submale]

WOW!!!  Super HOT!  I might get caught like that some day.

 

 

 

 

[austin_submale]

12 hours ago, MackyJay said:

This sounds a lot like me.  Plugged in my phone to recharge and went to kitchen to get a snack. Wife came home from work (I hadn't paid attention to time) and headed into other room.  I finished getting snack and we t to other room to find my wife looking through my gallery.  I'd plugged phone in but forgot to shut it off and she doesn't know my code to open it, ugh, so dumb.

      I had pics showing me cross dressed, playing with an assortment of dildos and vibrators, locked in a chastity device (don't have it anymore as someone stole it), a video of me getting fucked from slow to fastest setting by my fuck machine which has an 11" very fat black dong.  To say the least, she was pissed.  Till then she'd only suspected such things but now she saw proof. 

     Basically her own fault mostly. It's been over 23 years since we last had sex. She'd got her 'change of life --menopause somewhat earlier than avg and we went from 6, 8, 12, 20 times per week of sex to zero in less than 2 months.  Was difficult for me at first but although I loved sex, I thought I could handle it. I actually did do very good for between 5-6 years.  I'd been completely straight my entire life to this point, not even a thought of me ever doing anything gay.

      Then a trip into Des Moines for business that I'd figured would take most of the day but actually only took a little over an hour. This left me with a lot of time on my hands. I decided I didn't want to rush home and thought I'd drive around town to see what changes had been done. I'd went to school in Des Moines for electronics almost 40 years before and though I'd been back to town a few times since had not really had time to look around.  Huge amount of changes.  Old YMCA downtown had been taken down and new one built elsewhere. About 7 or 8 of us had stayed there while in school. Very cheap back then at only $15 dollars per week. That got you a small room, with single bed, a desk, two chairs and small closet, but you could not have a hot plate or anything else to fix food but no problem as cafe in Y and several others within a couple of blocks, but added feature was no extra charge to use any of the Y's facilities if not in use by some group, which meant, to me anyway, I got to use gym to shoot baskets and sometimes even got in games when enough guys there, not a big swimmer but sometimes that's fun, weight room and whatever else was open (never tried handball courts as although I know how to play many different sports that's one I'd never learned even to today). 

     Found many other changes, when going to school, there had been 5 or 6 drive-in theaters in Des Moines, now zero.  Then upon turning a corner, about half way in that block, I just happened to look at a sign on a building, the name of an adult store & arcade. That kicked in my damn curiosity, as I'd heard of them but never been in one. I drove around the block and slowing down saw a sign pointing up alley saying parking for that place in rear, so I turned in and parked. Absolutely no idea what to expect inside. Entered and didnt take long to be amazed at how many 'sex' toys there seemed to be. I was actually quite naive and only barely knew anything except I knew about dildos and vibrators but had no idea of how many different ones there were plus had to read packages to find out what many things actually were.  Walked around just basically in discovery mode trying to figure out many items I had no idea of plus in separate room found rack after rack of videos (back then and only about 12-14 years ago almost all were VHS tapes lol).  In a previous job and many years before and married to my first wife (my present wife is my third one) my boss and I had been invited to a stag party in another small town about 7 miles away being held by a customer. Invite had stated, only men invited-stag only, there will be several XXX movies to be shown (these were all 8mm on reels-way old huh?), bring your own beer but he'll have lots of chips and dips. All movies shown were straight sex but kind of interesting. I've drank quite a bit of beer when younger, but even then preferred my Bacardi 151 Rum and Coke (no damn ice please as I'm not a polar bear lol) but invite said beer, so I took a twelve pack of Budweiser in a cooler and my boss brought an entire case of Bud (largest selling beer in the world at that time and main plant in St Louis, Missouri and still the only beer I drink and reg Bud as I detest light beers). Lots of joking and other odds and ends of talk before and during the movies. I drank, I think, either 8 or 9 of my beers and boss probably one or two more than me. We watched approx 12 or so movies by then, and since we had to work the next day and they still had probably 25-30 more movies, (that guy had one of the largest collections of 8mm porn I have ever seen) we left and headed for home but not straight home as we stopped at this bar deciding g to have just one more before going home. It was just about midnight then and entered and took seats at bar and boss ordered himself a beer but I'd had enough of that, I thought, and they had no 151 Run, so settled for reg Bacardi Rum and Coke.  Was almost done with my drink, when for first time looked around the bar and almost fell off stool when, clear at back table I saw four of my closest friends. My boss said he was going to have another beer and asked if I wanted another drink which I declined telling him I was going back to talk to my friends. He nodded saying take your time I'll drink slow. Went back to table and friends were surprised as hell. Told me to sit down and join them. They were just ordering again when I got there and one was my best friend (a year younger and we'd met when he entered 7th grade and I'd entered 8tb grade and we're still best friends even today, which makes it 61 years of friendship) and he told waitress to bring me one too. Apparently they were all drinking same thing and when it was brought to table I found out that they were all drinking pitchers of Budweiser, no glasses lol, everyone had their own pitcher and we're drinking right from the pitchers. Not what I'd expected but not polite to refuse a friend's offer so I started drinking my pitcher and talking and joking with them with gusto as it had been a while since I'd been able to party with any of them as out of the 5 of us, I was the only one married at the time. Didn't pay attention to time as having such a great time with old friends (oh and as of now, only my best friend and I are the only ones still alive).  Before I knew it, I'd drank 3 of those pitchers, and was getting pretty doggone wasted when my boss tapped me on the shoulder saying we'd better head out as it was now 2 AM and closing time for bar. Boss had drank more beer than me at stag party and then at bar while I was downing pitchers he'd had another 9 or 10 beers, and was about as wasted as Mr and he was driving. Had to drop me off at my home, on SW side of town and then drive to his home clear across town on the NE side of town. I had to open business in morning meaning we opened at 8 AM but I had to be there to get things organized by 7:30 AM and I hadn't drank that much in several years so guess what, I was bent over the porcelain stool for almost 3 hours after getting home so almost 5 AM before I fell asleep. Ugh approx 2 hours of sleep hung over terribly with wife just laughing but 7:30 I was entering shop.  8 AM unlocked door and OMG was I happy it started out a very slow morning.  Delivery guy showed up on time but no sign of boss. Delivery guy as also stocked inventory we'd had delivered from main office the afternoon before. I was only 24 then and he was 60 something and slow as hell. I'd put away stuff when he was on vacation and was a large shipment and even answering phone and filling orders had it all in proper places on shelves  before end of day, but that old guy almost always had half the things left to put away the next morning.  Finally boss showed up and hour late looking about as bad as I felt. He told me he was going to make me a deal, let me go back home to get some sleep, keeping me on the clock but I had to come back no later than 1:30 PM and relieve him and then he'd go home to rest. Then next morning we'd both be ok to go. Great deal and that little extra sleep did me wonders but was last good thing that boss ever did.  Loved my wife but she just could not keep her legs together. I told 5 different guys that they would find better health in a different town and I had a rep as nobody to fuck with so all 5 packed up and left, 4 of them, not close friends, but supposed to be friends.  Thought that had ended it but then found out boss had been fucking her too as she'd taken on job of babysitting his kids and I stead of him doing his rounds tosmall towns around us plus businesses in town, he was taking off home to fuck my wife. Then he quit job and went to work for a client just as I found out about them so I demanded that she quit babysitting and actually found her another job as a waitress, more money, right next door to where my dad worked. It was an old time style family oriented bar and restaurant and one of the cooks was my aunt, my dad's sister so I figured no way could she cheat anymore lol, was I wrong. She soon was fucking the guy that delivered their bread, again a supposed friend of mine. I bowled on Tuesday nights, two back to back leagues. He bowled only the first one, different team but we almost always had talks. Then found out while I was bowling zecond league he would head to our place and fuck my wife in our bed.  By this time I'd had enough, had let old boss off with just a warning (a few years later I'd wished I'd have kicked his ass as on 3rd wife and our kids were in 6th and 3rd grade and he had become a custodian there, plus another of my dad's sisters was a cook there, I had parent-, teacher conference and when done headed to cafeteria to say a quick hello to aunt and ran into old boss sweeping floor (hadn't seen him in about 10 or 12 years so no idea he was there) and just as I got to him he looked up and both of us were surprised. I was just about to be nice and just say hi how have you been but before I could open my mouth he, in a nasty tone of voice, asked what the hell was I doing there. Tone kind of shocked me a bit but I just said, I've got two kids in school there and just had conferences with teachers and now I was going to cafeteria to say hi to my aunt before heading back to work.  Decided to hell with being nice and asking how he'd been doing and started to walk away. Asshole then, again in nasty tone, basically stopped me short saying, that I'd better not be causing any trouble in 'his' school or I'd answer to him. That stopped me for sure and I turned back to him and said, I'll answer to you? That's a good joke, what are you doing to do, yell at me and then run to get help, cause I have no intention to cause any trouble but if I did, you sure as hell aren't the one I'd have to answer to and if you did come at me, which I very much doubt, I'd kick your ass to the moon like I should have done way back when I found out you'd been fucking my first wife.  You were actually the 6th guy she cheated with but the first one I let off. And if you don't like what I just said, why wait for any trouble elsewhere when it's readily available right here and now if you want to try your luck. He didnt say another word just started sweeping floor again. 

       Well, I got way off track didn't I?  Anyway, after looking at about everything in that adult store I'd noticed a sign with an arrow pointing down a hallway saying arcade this way and underneath that it said booths only take quarters and $1,25 minimum.  Well I'd looked over everything else so I thought why not take a look. Had to go to counter though to get quarters. Had only 1 one dollar bill no fives so had to get out a ten dollar bill. $1.25 mini.um but I figured I'd probably spend $2-3 dollars so that was what I was after. Attendent was busy at first so I just placed 10 on counter to wait. He finished with other customer and coming by me and before I could say anything, he'd grabbed my ten and plopped a whole roll of quarters down and was already talking to next person. Ten dollars worth of quarters, oh well didn't want to wait and haggle and besides I could always use change for pop machines, so just headed to arcade. No idea what to expect. Entry was actually just a walk around end of wall and there was one long hallway with booths on each side. Hmm interesting and I walked to end of hall checking out each booth. They were all numbered, on my right from 1 to 8 and on left from 9 to 14. No idea so I just took lucky number 7 lol. Opened door and entered, omg, dark as hell and couldn't see where to put quarters. Had to open door to see box on far wall with slot for money and two knobs, one marked turn to pick out vid and other marked volume. Closed door and felt for slot and dropped in $3 dollars worth and screen lit up with a vid playing. I grabbed vid knob and turned it all the way left to number 1, then slowly turned it right checking out each vid as I went. If I remember right, there were only a dozen vids possible with 9 of them gay sex, 1 was tranny sex, 1 was bisex and 1 was straight sex. That's where I stopped to watch but only about 30 to 40 seconds as both the man and woman were not at all good looking plus guy's dick looked smaller than mine plus their acting stunk to hell. Ugh, what to do? I then decided to try the bisex one, had two guys and one woman. Again a short stay as woman was def ugly and the two guys were making out like crazy while she was sucking one of them. So, next, oh hell, might as well check out the tranny one. Short time again, as tranny was uglier than last woman and was being sucked by a man. Not going good at all. What to do? Decided what the hell, I'll just go to first vid and just see a little of whatever gay guys do. Ugh. Had just got to number 1 and OMG both guys were stroking each other's çock and WOW, looked like two pretty big cocks. Had just noticed that but was going to change vids when I heard what sounded like another of the booths doors open and close so just stopped to listen, oh and I'd turned down volume all the way. Heard coins dropping and it sounded like right in next booth. Then all at once I saw a light coming from beside me from a hole in wall I hadn't noticed before, wtf. I turned and bent down to see what the light was and looking back at me from other booth was a guy whispering something o couldn't hear. I knelt down and whispered back, what did you say I couldn't hear you. He leaned closer and whispered again, can I suck your cock? WTF, I stood up almost on shock as hadn't expected that. Then my damn curiosity kicked in, plus it had been over 5 years since wife cut off our sex life and I was kind of tired of.y own hand and was horny as all get out, and I wondered what the difference was between a woman and a man sucking me, so I undid my pants dropped them and being horny and now a bit excited about difference my cock was already starting up and leaned a bit closer to hole. All at once that guy's hand came through hole, grabbed my cock and pulled it and of course me towards him so my cock was through the hole and before I could react I felt the very warm wet inside of his mouth around me. Felt pretty darn good too but I had been without too long so I'd bet it was only 2 or 3 minutes at most before my cum spurted in his mouth. He sucked till he was sure he had it all let go of me said thanks in a hurry and door opened and closed and he was gone. My thought was there was almost no difference between man or woman BJ.  This was the very first time in my life I'd done or even thought about anything gay.  This became starting point of what became a several years journey towards me making the decision to only identify myself as gay only and m2m sex only but it came a step at a time with several years in between steps.  Only got a BJ about twice per year when in Des Moines, then one trip as I got in booth before I could get my cock out, guy's cock in next booth was already hard and he'd stuck it through hole I guessed for me to suck. Should I or not I thought, then that big C kicked in again as I wondered just what a cock tasted like. So I knelt down with no idea how but tried to do to him what I thought had been done to me. Must have done alright as in about 5 or 6 minutes with hardly any warning, just felt wall jerk as he shoved his cock one last hard thrust and I heard him gasp and whoosh I had my first mouthful of cum, for some dumb reason I hadn't expected that lol. He quickly pulled out of my mouth and I heard his zipper then door and he was gone. I stood up with my mouth full of cum wondering what to do with it. Thought only a few seconds and thought what the hell some had already seeped down my throat while he was cumming and taste wasn't so bad at all.  So I swallowed it and have never since done anything else but swallow. So again a couple times per year that was it get or give a BJ. 

         Then next progression came about as got in booth and knelt down to see if guy wanted a BJ or to give one. Surprise, I was looking at a guy's bare ass and he was pulling his cheeks apart showing me his hole which looked slicker than hell with lube and he was asking me to please fuck him. Hmm, again I asked myself should I and again my damn curiosity kicked in as I wondered about difference in a woman's pussy compared to a man's ass. So I dropped my pants and grabbed my already almost hard cock and as he backed up against hole I slid my cock in him and fucked my first guy ever.  It was another few years before I let a guy talk me into letting him take my 'anal Cherry' lol. Even then it took him over an hour of haggling with me and I finally gave in when he made me an offer I couldn't refuse because I thought I had a 95% or better chance to win offer.  But he was way too good and experienced and like his promise took it very slow and easy and huge amount of lube, starting with just lubing and caressing my crack to more lube as he eased one finger in me, then shortly after easing in and out and around and around with that finger added more lube and second finger and shortly more lube and third finger and finally more lube and fourth finger.  Never felt anything like that before. Then he whispered he thought it was time and as he pulled those four fingers out of me he was adding more lube and pushed his huge cock against my hole so it didn't have a chance to hardly close any.  He very slow and gently would push at my hole then ease up add more lube then push again and shortly I felt something give and the head of his cock slid in OMG huge but not hardly any pain at all like a shot just very quick Jab and gone. Held still a few seconds then pushed in then eased back adding more lube each time back and each push in apparently a little deeper until all at once I felt his stomach against my ass and lower back and his balls bumped mine and he whispered wow I'm all in you now.  What? I didn't believe him. No way in hell for my first time ever could all of his huge cock be all in. That's the reason we'd haggled so long as I already saw his hard cock and it was the biggest one I'd ever seen except in a porno. He was 10 1/2" long and as big around as my wrist no way could I take that as my first. I tried looking between our legs but not much light but it did look like all in so I reached a hand  back there to feel and OMG he did feel like it was all in me except for maybe a quarter inch at most. Wow then he started a slow pull back out poured on more lube and back in oh so slow and gentle and each time out added more lube and then every few minutes I could feel him speed up just a little then more time passed and he sped up a little more. Every few minutes on backstroke he'd add more lube and speed up more till, not sure as it was feeling so damn good, but I'd say it had been a good half hour and he was now fucking the hell out of me faster and harder than all get out and OMG again it was driving me crazy with desire as he was so big that every in or out stroke just rubbed the hell out of my prostate. From first time the head of his cock entered me till he finally rammed me really really hard almost spastically and one final giant push in saying here it comes and he filled me up with his cum had been just over an hour. Wow fantastic.  Then when he finally stopped squirming and pulled out of me it hit me as all that rubbing against my prostate set me off as my cum flowed out of my dick. Fantastic again. Only bad thing about it, was I was so out of it from the fucking and then me cumming too, that I neglected to get that wonderful guy's name and number and never seen him again since.

       But that was my journey but it was a good 2 more years before I declared myself totally gay and m2m sex only.  Wife had suspected but until she snooped in my phone had no proof of any kind.  She was pissed but unlike your story she didn't want to see or have me do anything. Just screamed and hollered at me calling me names then hardly said a word to me for a couple of weeks but little by little she's given in and then one of the women she works with, who is partially handicapped and has a daughter living with her but no damn help, lost electricity in her bathroom plus a plug in in another room that TV was plugged into threw Sparks and wife asked if I'd go with her there as she was going to help clean up that back room and rearrange the furniture while I tried to fix electrical problems.  I still have most of my electrical testers, I had learned two diplomas at same time for electrical mechanics and also advanced electrical mechanics.  Then at age 50 went back to school to learn about computers, not programming, but workings of them and how to connect many different configurations of networking them.  Oldest one I'm class by quite a bit but when courses were over I had the highest point avg based on tests at 99.8% and had only missed out on 1p0% by missing a total over all tests of just two wrong answers but actually knew correct answers but they were multiple choice and had an answer sheet where you filled in the dot of correct answer and I'd got in a hurry and just filled in two dots that were next to correct ones by accident, oof. So fixing a household electrical problems was easy.  If I'd been an electrical contractor I'd have had to pay a damn fee plus take some stupid test to get a license to begin to be an apprentice but my schooling was way above that so I passed on that and off and on again for thirty years I worked on TVs, radios, stereos, etc.  You'd be surprised at how many, so-called electricians over the years I've asked if they knew what i times r equals E is and they didn't know.  That to me means they are not qualified electricians at all as that equation is the most fundamental electrical equation and is called Ohm's Law. i is measured in amperes or shortened to amps, r stands for the resistance in a circuit measured in ohms and has a small omega symbol standing for ohms and E stands for the voltage in circuit measured in volts. Know any two of those figures means you can find the third one.  Very very very basic and about the most commonly known eletrical formula so electrician that doesn't know it, there's no way in hell I'd hire him.   So now wife knows at least partially about my gay side but hasn't mentioned it now in a good while.

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I used to live in Des Moines, but that was over 20 years ago.  Probably went to that same bookstore back in the day, I went to all of them.  There used to be like 3 downtown and one on the NE side on Euclid Ave I think.  I think there is only like one left with booths up there now.  I have occasionally been up there to deal with family issues but so far I haven't had time to visit any of the bookstores to see what is still there.  Seems like bookstores and theaters are closing down all over anymore.  Sad.

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Hit Story 

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that was a good story

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On 10/17/2022 at 8:22 PM, Scout said:

            “Recognize these?”  My wife’s voice was cold as ice as I saw what was spread on the bed in the hotel room. There lay my leather gear, my gay pride jewelry, two dildos, and many photographs of gay sex. I looked at my wife, her face ablaze with fury, tears in her eyes.  She picked up my leather biker cap and harness.

            “Put them on,” she ordered.

***

            I have always known I was gay or at least bi, although I had never had sex with a man. When I was younger I had trouble having orgasms during sex with women until I started to fantasize that I was the one being fucked. I told myself it was normal for straight men to have homoerotic fantasies or to enjoy variety. My deep denial made it possible for me to marry and have two kids, while my man-lust remained buried.

            But that didn’t make for a great sex life, and I began to play out my gay fantasies in private by buying gay porno magazines and videos. Over time my sexual fantasies about men got darker: leather scenes, mild (and sometimes not-so-mild) S&M, and older, hairy bear-types.  I’m of average height and slender, and I was always the bottom. And my fantasies were always about being fucked bareback, even getting pozzed.

            I remember when I found an isolated adult bookstore a few miles from my home and bought a studded leather dog collar and a dildo.  The first time I wore the collar and worked the well-lubed dildo into my virgin ass in front of the bathroom mirror was a moment of revelation for me, the greatest sexual high I had ever experienced. I had put on one of my wife’s pretty watches and two of her rings for the occasion. I knew what I was: an effeminate butt-boy, longing for a rough, hairy stud to teach me my place. When I shot my load, great gobs of jism spurted all over the bathroom. I scooped it up and tasted it, loving every warm, salty drop.

            Once I started, there was no turning back. I wanted more. I purchased other fetish gear on-line – a biker cap, black work boots, a studded cock ring, sexy tight leather shorts with a snap away strip over my ass and crotch, and a harness. I bought the same kind of watch my wife wears, with a thin, black leather band and round white face – unmistakably feminine. Then came a rainbow bracelet and ring, and a male symbol ring.  Because my wife worked in the city and I often worked out of the house, I had lots of time alone at home for my fantasy fetish session. I figured out how to make a “man” from couch cushions and other household items. I would spread a sheet on the floor, grease the dildo, and pleasure myself in every position I saw in the videos.

            It’s clear now that as time passed I started to get a little careless about where I hid my toys and my photos. The kids had gone off to college, so there were fewer curious eyes to worry about.  Usually I put the stuff away in the attic and covered the box with other bins and boxes. But as I found more times for elaborate jerk-off sessions, I relaxed my precautions about concealment.  I downloaded pictures from internet sites and forgot to erase them. Once I left a gay video open on my computer screen for a couple of days.

            Probably I should have suspected something when my wife’s demeanor changed. She became cooler and started to avoid sex. That part didn’t bother me much because my overheated leather sessions kept me well-satisfied. I noticed sometimes that my box with my leather gear seemed to be in a slightly different position, but told myself my memory was at fault.

            Then one day, out of the blue, my wife began to act very friendly again and suggested a weekend at a hotel in the city to rekindle our fires.  Still loving her and wanting to keep her happy, I promptly agreed.  We would meet after work on a Friday when I knew I had to be in the city all day.  She told me she would pack everything and meet me in the hotel room.

***

            My wife was waiting for me when I arrived.  She had changed into a skimpy black negligee.  I found her pale, smooth skin alluring and moved to embrace her.  “Wait,” she said. “I have something special to show you.  Go into the bathroom and take off all your clothes.  Wait until I call you.”

            I did as she instructed.  A few minutes later she said, “OK, come out here.”  Her tone had changed; I noticed a harsh edge to her voice that took me by surprise.

            Opening the bathroom door, I received the shock of my life when I looked at the bed.  My wife stood with her arms crossed, her eyes ablaze.  Confronted by the evidence of my homosexual fantasy life, I gulped and felt my face redden in shame.  As I started to mumble a lame explanation, she silenced me with the order to don my gear.

            Maybe if I had not been caught off guard, I would have refused or simply put on my clothes and left.  Instead I obeyed, as my wife offered nasty comments. “I see you know just where everything goes. You must have had a lot of practice.  No wonder you don’t have the energy for NORMAL sex,” she sneered. She picked up my biker cap and held it.

            “Don’t forget the cap – it wouldn’t look MACHO without the cap.” The icy contempt in her voice cut through me like a dagger.          

As I pulled on my gear, I felt my cock stiffen involuntarily. I turned to hide it from my wife.  But as soon as I was done, she walked over to me and reached for the snaps for the crotch cover in my tight leather shorts. The flap covering my cock, my balls and my butthole came off in her hand, and my five-inch dick stood up, hard as a rock. My balls felt swollen already.

            She grabbed my right wrist, on which I wore my pretty woman’s watch. “Just like mine, huh?” she asked. “Except on you it makes you look like a girlie-man. That’s what you are, isn’t it?”

            “Honey, OK, these are just fantasy objects. They don’t mean any...”

            “SHUT THE FUCK UP,” she screamed, in a voice louder than she had ever used in an argument.“Do you have any idea how HUMILIATING this is to ME?  To know you go prancing around like some LEATHER FAGGOT?” Tears now streamed from her eyes. I hung my head in shame.

            “NOW PLAY WITH YOURSELF,” she shouted between sobs. When I hesitated, she demanded, “I SAID DO IT.  YOU KNOW YOU LIKE IT.”

            I was afraid someone would call the front desk or something. Embarrassed as I was to be standing there with my wife, it would be much worse to be seen this way by a stranger. “OK, dear,” I replied. “Just lower your voice.  I’ll do what you say.” I began to pump my stiff cock, which swelled even more. There was something incredibly exciting to be doing that in front of her. Then my wife snapped the leather cock ring tight around the base of my dick and balls.  With the increase in pressure, I felt precum start to ooze profusely from the tip of my prick.

            Again she gave an order: “TASTE IT.” By now my will to resist her demands had collapsed.  I ran my index finger over the tip of my dick, collecting the slick prick juice, and licked it off.  

“I bet that’s not the first time you’ve tasted your own cum, right?”  I nodded, avoiding her gaze. “And you like how it tastes, don’t you?” I nodded again.

            “YOU’RE DISGUSTING! I FEEL SICK, JUST LOOKING AT YOU. I’M PHYSICALLY SICK.” She was breathing hard, her cheeks flush with anger. “How many other men’s cum have you tasted?”

            “None. Honey, believe me, I’ve never had sex with anyone but you since we’ve been married. You have to believe me...”

            “Really?” she asked, more a statement than a question. “Then it’s time we proved that you really are a queer.” With that she walked over to the door connecting our room to the next one. I saw that the door on the other side was already open. And then it hit me: we were not alone.

*** 

            “Come in here, Eric,” my wife said.  “I want you to meet my husband.”

            In walked a big, burly, leather-clad hunk of a man.  If I had to conjure up my fantasy leather daddy, he’d look a lot like this heavy-set stud who stood before me.  He was a good four inches taller than me and weighed at least 250 pounds. (I’m only about 150 pounds myself.) Beneath his leather cap his hair was close-cropped; he gazed at me with commanding blue-grey eyes; his thick beard was streaked with grey. He wore a studded leather harness tight across his furry chest and his big beer gut, and leather bands around his thick biceps. His huge thighs were encased in tight black chaps. His cock, long and heavy and already swelling, hung open between his legs. He, too, wore a cock ring.

            Eric walked across the room and extended his hand.  I shook it and he continued to hold it as our eyes met. “A pleasure, boy, a pleasure,” he said. “I’ve been looking forward to this ever since your wife told me about you.” My mouth was dry. His grip sent a bolt of sexual electricity through me. This man could do anything he wants to me, I thought. I just nodded.

            Eric reached out with his other arm and pulled me into an embrace. I felt our cocks rub together, both stiffening. Nothing had ever felt more wonderful, more natural, than being in this man’s powerful arms, feeling his big belly press against my slender waist. I sighed aloud.

            At first my arms hung by my side but then, as though they had a will of their own, my hands began to run up his thighs, across his hairy ass cheeks and around his back. Eric’s hands found my little butt and squeezed.

            I felt his bristly beard rub against my close-trimmed one and then his lips brushed my neck.  His hot breath there cause me to sigh in pleasure. Without thinking about it, I started to rub his back and arms, savoring his strength.

             From the corner of my eye, I caught my wife’s hate-filled glare. “KISS HIM!” she ordered. I turned my face toward Eric’s and his lips brushed mine, once, twice, then our mouths locked together. He grabbed my dog collar so I could not retreat – not that I wanted to. I parted my lips and his tongue thrust between my teeth and explored my tongue. He tasted raunchy, traces of cigarettes and beer. I loved it.

            “God, I HATE FAGGOTS,” my wife raged. “FUCKING QUEERS. That’s so UNNATURAL.”

            She told Eric to sit on the chair by the desk. Then she turned to me. “Get on your knees in front of him.” I did as I was told. “Now suck his dick.” I took it in my hand but hesitated. Eric’s dick was much bigger than my dildo. I was afraid I’d gag on it. My wife, though, would brook no resistance. “You know you want it, girlie-man. SUCK IT!”

            I looked up at Eric.  He smiled at me.  “Better do as the lady says, boy, or I’ll have to get rough with you.”

            I brought my lips to the mushroom-shaped head of his dick. It was smooth and glistened with his precum. I swirled my tongue around the tip. The first taste of his salty man-cream sent a shiver down my spine. This is what I’ve always wanted, I thought, and I’m finally doing it. I opened my mouth and slowly drew as much of Eric’s meat in as I could. I felt his body tense and a deep grunt escaped his throat. His pleasure thrilled me. I began to move my head up and down, sometimes pulling off him to swirl my tongue around the outside. Then I lapped his balls as I pumped his shaft. “You’re a natural cocksucker, boy,” Eric gasped. His words filled me with a new kind of joy, the joy a gay man feels when he discovers he can please his partner sexually.

            As I drew Eric’s dick back within my mouth, I heard a clicking sound. I realized my wife had our camera and she was taking pictures as I went down on Eric. I stopped sucking his dick and looked at her. “What are you doing?” I asked in disbelief.   

            “You HUMILIATED me, you bastard,” she cried. She was visibly trembling with anger. “And now I’m going to get even with you. EVERYONE’S GOING TO SEE THESE!”

            Eric broke the tension. “Don’t worry about it, boy. We both know that you’re through with women. What do you care what she does with her fuckin’ pictures?”

            And I knew at once that he was right.  I was enjoying man sex far too much to ever go back.

***

            “Lie down on the bed, boy,” Eric instructed me. I did as I was told.

            He straddled my chest and his bulk trapped me as his stiff cock waved in front of my eyes.  I could not have moved him off me if I had tried. I realized that this is what it means to be dominated.

            “Open wide,” Eric demanded in his firm, quiet voice. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

            I parted my lips as I was told and was rewarded with thick, hot manmeat. Eric thrust in and out of my mouth, and I gagged. “Please, not so hard, I can’t,” I whined. He laughed and shoved it right back in. I grasped his thighs and thrilled at the sensation of the leather.

            My wife leaned over, still taking pictures and still making nasty comments. “I hope he CHOKES you with his dick, you queen. YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A FUCKING COCKSUCKER! THAT’S RIGHT, YOU MISERABLE HOMO FAGGOT!” Her words turned me on even more. I sucked with new enthusiasm and the instinct to gag subsided.  Eric went deeper in my throat and my dick got even harder.

            Abruptly he stopped. Eager to swallow his load, I was disappointed. He swung around and presented his ass to me. It was huge and hairy as I ran my hands across it. “Taste my ass, boy, get your tongue in my shitter.”

            With that he pressed his crack against my nose. All I could see, all I could feel, were his vast, hairy cheeks. I smelled the funky aroma of sweat and butt juice. With my tongue I explored around his butthole. Soon it was slick with my saliva. Then, tentatively, hesitantly, I probed his anus with my tongue and worked it inside. I was rewarded with a loud moan. “That’s it, boy, get that tongue in deep. Yeah, let me feel it.” Eric’s words sounded far away.   

              My wife leaned over me. “God, that’s GROSS,” she cried. “I’ve never seen anything so FILTHY in all my life. ALL YOU FAGS SHOULD BE ARRESTED FOR THE THINGS YOU DO! YOU’RE PERVERTED! SICK!”

              Eric had been holding my cock and pumping it gently. Now he brought it into his mouth and swallowed it to the base. I felt his lips brush my crotch hair as he deep-throated me. I thought I would die from ecstasy. My wife always hated sucking me and would stop after the first dribble of precum.

            As Eric pleasured me, I responded in kind. My tongue thrashed about, in and out of Eric’s shithole, lapping as if my life depended on it.

***

            “I want you to fuck him, the little shit,” my wife said sharply to Eric.  “That was our deal.  You promised you’d fuck him without a rubber.”

            Eric withdrew, leaving me breathing hard, prostrate on my back. I could scarcely believe what had been happening – and what was about to happen next. Eric went into the other room and came back with some lube. My wife glared at me; I said nothing to her.

            Returning to our bed, Eric told me to pull my knees to my chest. He then began to lap around my ass, wetting my curly butt fuzz, and followed by probing my butthole with his tongue.  The sensation left me writhing and moaning. So this was what it feels to be on the receiving end of a rim job!  I thought, I could get used to this in a hurry.

            Then Eric squeezed some lube on my crack and started to work it in past my sphincter with one of his thick fingers. The whole universe seemed concentrated at one point, my cherry anus, as he worked that digit in and out. I felt a moment of pain as he pressed a second finger into my unyielding hole and I willed myself to relax. “Breathe, boy,” Eric coaxed tenderly. I appreciated the care he gave me. When both fingers were in, I felt my muscles relax. He started a gentle scissoring motion to stretch me. I felt my balls swelling even more. 

            “Tell him what you want, FAGGOT,” my wife sneered. "Say it with a lisp."

            “Please, Eric,” I murmured, “I want your big cock inside me. I need it. Please – give me what I need.”

            With that, Eric withdrew his fingers. He pumped his cock a couple of times, making sure it was rock hard. Still on his knees, he moved between my legs and shifted my legs onto his broad shoulders. I felt the tip of his cock press against my waiting butt opening.

            Our eyes met and he smiled at me as he increased the pressure on my anus.  I felt a burning sensation and began to push back against his cock. It felt like a baseball bat was being shoved into my rear as the burning increased. I winced from the sharp pain. But then my sphincter relaxed and the tip of his dick slid into me. Slowly, slowly he pushed deeper into my back passage. The burning subsided, replaced by the most exquisite sense of fullness and completeness I had ever experienced.

            Eric is fucking me, I thought. My wife is watching Eric fuck me.  Oh, God!  I can’t believe this is finally happening.

            As Eric buried himself within me, I gripped his powerful forearms. My hands seemed so dainty. I caught a glimpse of my pretty watch and my pride rings. This is what I was meant to be, a bottom for my manlover’s thick cock. A wide smile of contentment crossed my face, and I uttered girlish cries, “Ah! Mmm!” each time Eric thrust into me.

            My wife, her eyes wide at the sight of her husband taking another man’s cock, could not contain herself. “YOU SEE! YOU SEE! YOU LIKE THAT! You like being fucked. This is so fucking HUMILIATING! I’m married to a God-damn QUEER, a God-damn, stinking FAGGOT. YOU’RE NOT A REAL MAN – NO REAL MAN WOULD LET HIMSELF BE FUCKED!”  New tears streamed down her face; her eyes were red and swollen from crying. She snapped more photos even as she screamed expletives at me.

            But my attention was fixed on my ass, on the amazing feelings Eric’s huge tool produced as he began to move in and out. Precum oozed from my dick, purplish and swollen more than I had ever seen it. I looked up at Eric’s face. It was contorted with lust. 

            “Do you like my ass, sir?” I asked. “I hope my ass pleases you, sir.”

            He smiled down at me. “You’re a fast learner, boy. Good to see that I don’t have to teach you good manners.” He started to pick up the pace, now that my ass muscles were relaxing.  I heard the soft, squishy sound a cock makes when it plunges in and out of a tight, wet hole – a cunt or an ass. The beautiful sound made by Eric’s cock and my ass. The room filled with the aroma of my back passage.

            Our eyes met and he leaned forward to kiss me. Our tongues met and his fucked my willing mouth.

            I felt the weight of his round beer gut atop me. My top likes my lithe body, I thought. I ran my hands up his hairy biceps and over his shoulders. When he broke our kiss, my hands explored his chest. I tugged on his harness and kneaded his abdomen with my slender fingers. “You are so sweet, sir,” I cooed.

            My wife looked ready to puke. I didn’t care.           

***

            The surge of a rising orgasm built within my cock. It seemed to well up from some inner recess and take control of my body. “I’m going to cum, sir! I can’t help it. Please, sir, may I come?” Before Eric could answer, mancream spurted from my dick slit in little jets, flying across my chest and even reaching my beard. The volume of jism amazed me – I hadn’t produced anything like it since I was in my twenties.

            “I didn’t tell you something, hubby,” she snarled. “Eric is HIV positive. He’s going to infect you, you miserable bastard. How do you like that?”

            “I don’t care,” I gasped. “I only care about his pleasure.”

            By this time, my wife had had enough. I felt sorry for her at that moment, even as she let her homophobia erupt. She went into the bathroom and slammed the door hard.

            “Damn loud-mouthed bitch,” Eric said with a shrug. You’ll take orders from me now, not her.”

            “Yes, sir,” I said, meekly.

            He pulled out of me, leaving a void and momentary disappointment. “Turn over on your knees, faggot.” When he used that word, it didn’t bother me. In fact, it sent an erotic charge through me, as my true sexual identity was now no longer a secret.

            My legs felt like jelly, but I did as I was told. On all fours I faced the bathroom door.  Eric moved behind me, pressed his cock against my slick, open butthole, and rammed his meat into me in one fluid motion. He went so deep so quickly that for a moment I felt that the tip would come out my throat. “OHHH, yes!!!  Thank you, sir,” I gasped.

            “You made a mistake before, boy. You came without permission.”

            “I’m sorry, sir. It felt so good I couldn’t control myself.”

            “That’s no excuse,” he said, as he resumed his in-and-out action. My cock somehow stiffened again. “If you want to be my bottom, you better learn to follow orders.  I’ll have to punish you.”

            With that he began to spank me, and plenty hard. “Thank you, sir,” I cried after each blow. The room echoed with the echoes of his slaps on my ass cheeks.

            My wife emerged from the bathroom fully clothed. Our eyes met, and I saw again on her face utter contempt and profound revulsion. And it was an incredible turn-on! Her face reddened as Eric spanked me and fucked me and I called out my gratitude and obvious ecstasy.  “Oh, thank you, sir! I need a man like you to teach me how to be a good bottom.” Then, with a deliberate lisp in my voice, I added, “You’re so strong, so manly.”      

           And that sent my wife off the deep end. “WE’RE FINISHED, GIRLIE-MAN!” she shrieked.  “I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR NEW LOVER.  NO WOMAN WOULD EVER WANT TO TOUCH YOU AFTER SHE SAW THIS. IT’S SICK, IT’S REVOLTING.”  With that, she opened the door into the hall and stormed out, the door slamming loudly behind her.

***

            Eric leaned forward and pulled two pillows under my dick. With his massive torso on my back, my arms collapsed. I turned my head to the side. He began to kiss me again over my shoulder, and I twisted to meet his tongue. His arms went under me and his thrusts quickened.  He broke our kiss and gasped, “Here it comes, boy. Take my poz load!  Take it like a man!”

            “Yes, sir. I want it, sir. I want your toxic load in my ass! Seed me!”

            There was one final moment of hesitation, followed by the deepest lunge yet. “AH! AH! AHHHH!” Eric roared in my ear, as hard, rapid thrusts followed, as it heavy balls slapped against my ass cheeks. I was thrilled – I had fulfilled my deepest craving, to please my manlover.  And suddenly that triggered my second orgasm, very different from the first but just as pleasurable.

            Eric lay atop me, his enormous bulk pinning me. We continued to kiss over my shoulder, softer, more tenderly.

            My life had been changed forever, as we both knew. My straight life was over. From this point forward I would live my true identity, as a man who loved men.

I was hoping the wife would take a load👄

[Willing]

Just now, Willing said:

I was hoping the wife would take a load👄

Hot story,  made me wet, mmm 💧👄💧

[austin_submale]

I can now really relate to this story a lot more.  I was just caught by my wife and she now knows I have sucked dick and taken dick in my ass.

 

[Darcicrisis]

This scenario would be the perfect way for me to finally be forced to accept what I am.