Marriage and Gay Sex

About three years ago, I met a lady through a gay friend of mine. The two of
us became friends within a short period of time. She is a very out going
person, fun to be around, and accepts people for "who" they are and not
"what" they are. After getting to know her, I found that she has many gay
friends. My friend apparently told her that I was rather a reserved and a
quiet person about my gay life. As a result of that, she has been trying to
fix me up for a long time (typical woman, always wanting to fix up the
single guys). About six months after meeting her, I was invited to her home
for a party. When I walked in that night, this gorgeous guy greets me at
the door and says, "you must be Jason", and introduced himself as Stephen.
He took me by the shoulder, lead me into the living room, talking all the
time and indicating he had heard a lot about me. I figured this was one of
Liz's gay friends and I thought to myself, he could jump my bones anytime he
wants. Well, that was a short-lived fantasy, as he turned out to be Liz's
boyfriend of which she eventually married within a few months after the
party. She had never mentioned she had a boyfriend so I was somewhat
surprised and disappointed at the same time. At 57 years old, this guy was
a real hunk but I figured nothing was going occur with him. Over the next
year, the three of us became closer friends and we started doing things
together such as golfing, vacationing, dining out, party's etc. Stephen was
one of those mocho guys who was "all-man" and lead a very straight life. You
could tell that the women were very much attracted to his. As time past I
started telling Liz more personal things about myself and talked a lot about
what I wanted and liked in men. She did fess up to the fact that she wanted
me to find someone and she was prying because she knew a few guys who might
be possible companions. One night when we were talking about guys and
relationships, she started naming men that we both knew to determine if I
was attracted to them or not. Out of the blue, she brings up Stephen's name
and asked if he was attractive to me or not. I sort of stepped back
wandering if she was concerned if Steve and I had ever done anything. I
decided to be honest about it by saying "yes, he is very attractive and
sexy, but you know my thoughts on getting involved with married or partnered
men, and that is not to get involved". "Someone is going to get hurt and I
do not want it to be me or be the cause of someone else getting hurt". We
laughed about it and kiddingly Liz said that she was going to tell Steve
that I was attracted to him and wanted to get into bed with him. We laughed
it off and I figured it was the wine talking anyway.

Time went on, the friendship grew, and I noticed Steve started touching me a
little more, such as a hand on the back, a friendly pat at the stomach/chest
area, giving me sort of manly hugs once in awhile, but I figured that was
just Steve's way of indicating he was becoming more comfortable in the
friendship. One time when walking into their home, I walked past the
bathroom and the door was open and there was Steve in white briefs shaving.
He had the best looking body for a 57yo that I had ever seen. He has a
small muscular stature, built firm, just the right amount of hair, (some of
it graying), with a narrow strip of hair coming out of his shorts up to his
chest and blossoming out over that beautiful chest of his. I wanted to walk
right up to him, pull his shorts down and suck his cock dry. Liz chastised
him a little for being almost naked in front of a guest and pulled the door
shut as she walked by. Hell, I wished he had been naked.

A few months after the party, we planned a trip for some warm weather,
golfing, swimming and bicycle riding for a few days. The day before we
left, Liz called and said that something had come up of personal nature and
wandered if I would mind going on with Steve anyway as the place had been
paid for. I mentioned it was all right with me, if it was OK with Steve. I
was not sure how he would feel without her along on the trip. Liz mentioned
that he really wanted to golf and the resort was a place he had wanted to
visit for a long time. Agreeing to the trip, Steve and I took off for a
few days leaving Liz at home. We got to the condo about six hours later.
Both of us were tired, but tried to play some late afternoon golf. We could
not get a tee time so we opted to simply hit a few balls at the driving
range. Well, we hit those damn balls for two hours and I was so sore and
tired after that and the drive down, I could hardly walk. We went back to
the condo and that is when things started to happen.

We mixed a few drinks, had them on the deck and when we were making about
the fourth drink, Steve asked me if I was still stiff and sore from the ride
and the golf range. Saying, " Yes, I was, but the drinks were helping to
some extent", he started massaging my shoulders and back and when it comes
to some one doing that, I just melt. I love having my back scratched and
rubbed. His strong hands felt so good on my shoulders and back, and I was
so tired and stiff that I did not resist his touch. It just downright felt
good. After a few minutes of this heaven, Steve said "you could take a hot
shower to relieve some of the tension and the shower is so large we could
both probably take one". I immediately went into a state of shock, turned
around not saying anything for a second not believing what I was hearing. I
finally opened my mouth and said WHAT in disbelief and finally got more
words to come out. I said " Steve, you know I'm gay and if I went into the
shower with you, I would most likely get turned on and I don't want to
embarrass you or myself". He said, "It is not a problem with me as I may
get turned on as well". My jaw dropped to the floor as he continued "ya
know, I am not as straight as everyone thinks I am". "In fact, if you
promise on your life not to tell anyone, I will share a secret with you".
Not knowing what to expect next, I agreed. He continued by saying, "In
fact, neither Liz or I are as straight as everyone thinks we are". "Both of
us love each other very much, are committed to each other for the rests of
our lives but also realize that each of us have this yearning once in a
while to be with someone of the same sex". "She has been involved with some
one, whom I will not name right now, for a couple of years, but it does not
bother me as I know it is just a physical thing". (I think I knew who it
was, but did not say anything). "I do not know when it happens and do not
want to know, but I know it satisfies a need she has and I respect that".
"I am not concerned that it will threaten our marriage or anything". " I
have not had the opportunity, to satisfy my need for a long time now and as
we got to know and trust you, I have started to hope that we could have some
sort of sexual relationship". Well, I know I was getting turned on and he
knew it also because he made a comment about the bulge forming in my pants.
I said, "well, I guess that is a dead giveaway" and pulled him close to me.

We stood there for a few seconds looking into each other's eyes, he pulled
me tight, planted those soft lips of his on mine and pushed me against the
sink. My hands slid down his back onto that fine butt of his and pulled his
cock close to mine and I could feel him starting to get hard. His lips slid
down to the side of my neck, kissing it and slightly pulled on my ear lobes
with his teeth. I heard him say softly "You do not know on long I have
wanted to do this". His hands sliding up and down my back and I could
hardly wait to get my hands on his cock. Separating a little, I started
undoing his belt and that excited me more realizing that he did not resist.
I undid his belt, slid the zipper down and started searching for the opening
in his shorts. He backed up a little to make it easier. The opening parted
and my hand slid in taking his hard cock into its grip. He pushed forward a
bit and laid his head on my shoulder groaning slightly. As he did, he
started undoing my belt, zipper and slid his hand down through the top of my
shorts. We both stood there, hugging, wanting each other badly, and
stroking each other's cock. I was getting so fucking horny, I could have
shot my wad right there. Steve said, lets hit the shower so I lifted his
shirt over his head, kissed his nipples as I lowered myself to fully release
his trousers and shorts letting them drop to the floor. He stepped out of
them, pulled my face toward his hairy stomach. I kissed him there, ran my
tongue back up his belly onto his chest and then to his open mouth. He took
my clothes off and we walked toward the shower with both our cocks sticking
straight out like hard nails ready to be driven.

As we started showering, I took the soap and lathered his whole body. It
was a wonderful feeling caressing his firm body, soaping it up. I was
getting hotter and hotter with the anticipation of knowing we would be
fucking each other soon. As I lathered his body, I put my arms around him
from the back, pulling our soapy bodies together. I nestled my cock in
between his butt cheeks and he started gently moving his ass from side to
side, nestling my hard shaft deeper in between his ass cheeks. I felt his
nipples with one hand using the other to pull his butt tighter against my
cock. My hand went from his stomach, to his cock stroking it, wanting to
make him harder if that was possible. Sliding my hand down, cupping his
balls and then reaching into his crotch, he spread his legs. This made me
even more excited; as this was a signal he was enjoying this and was opening
up his total body to my caress. This was a guy whom I thought was as
straight as they come, but now was fucking me. Surprising enough also, as
straight and masculine as I thought he was, it was just the opposite. He
liked being with a man and he was extremely submissive. I turned him around
cupping his balls in my hand then running my fingers into his crotch. At
this point, he put one leg up on the ledge in the shower allowing my hand
complete access. Soaping up my hands again, my third finger started
searching for his hole. It was easy to find and as I started the insertion,
he groaned a little and arched his head back. He wanted more and I was
going to give it to him. My finger went in deeper and eventually was in as
far as it could go. He was starting to lose control as I fingered his ass
hole and telling him how excited I was and really wanted to fuck him up the
ass. His response was "Oh God, I want your cock inside me so bad". Man, at
this point I was ready to shoot my fucking wad. We dried each other off,
gave each other a quick suck and climbed into bed.

What a hot feeling, (physically warm from the shower), cool sheets and a
naked man lying there, wanting you as much as you want him. I asked how he
wanted to be fucked up the ass and he opted for sitting on my cock. He
placed a condom over my shaft, oiled it up and he positioned his ass over my
hard cock. Guiding it into his hole, he slowly relaxed and gently slid his
tight ass around my rod. It went all the way up that hairy ass of his. He
started moving side to side as I gently pumped up and down. He was saying
how much he wanted me to fuck him up the ass and to do it hard. As I pumped
his ass, I felt his butt and thighs while he played with himself. I shoved
my cock as hard as I could up his ass as I new he liked it and wanted more.
We said things about how good a fuck we each were, how we did not want it to
end and stuff like that. I don't think I ever talked so much with a guy
when fucking him, but it seem to turn him on, so why not. As I fucked him,
he started arching his back and jacking off harder and harder. I knew we
were about to cum. I said, "damn, I am getting ready to shoot a hot load"
and pushing harder and deeper (if that were possible). He started reaching
his point of no return and lost control and shot his load. When I saw the
cum starting to shoot out of his cock onto my belly, I lost it and shot a
full load myself. When I could talk again and was pulling out of his ass, I
asked him to lay on top of me and smear our cum around between us, which he
did. What a fucking lay. This was the best in a long time. We did get
some golf in, but spent a lot of time in bed, searching and exploring each
other's body. He fucked me a few times and other times we simply lay there
caressing each other's body. That was the most wonderful few days I had
spent in a long time.

His wife only mentioned one thing to me about those few days and nothing
more has been said. All she said was that Steve told her had damn good
time. I figure she knows what went on. I know I had a damn good time. I
also figured that she herself may have had a good time while the guys were
gone.

We are all still friends, and once in a while Steve will come up to my house
for a beer and we some times (but not always, but most the time) end up in
bed. There has also been a few times, that when he came in the door and we
had our hands in each other's pants before even getting out of the entryway.
Damn what a body he has got and enjoys a good fuck and I am willing to
give it to him.