I stretched as I woke up. Last night had been a wild time in bed. After months of commitment and several clean tests, George had let me fuck him bareback. While we had made love many times since we met, this was a first for us. But both being in our upper 40's, we had decided it was time to give up the porn shop game of booth tag and settle down. I rolled over to greet his smiling face with a gentle kiss that quickly became a tongue sucking lip lock. The smell of stale cum hung in the air as my loads (plural) still seeped out of his ass. I'm sure he could taste the remains of his own load on my tongue as we sparred. Breaking the kiss, he curled up in my arms. We were both content.

Previously, I had told him my story of growing up knowing I was gay. Now I asked him to tell me his story of discovery. This is George's story:

Unlike you, I did not realize I was gay oriented in my younger years. Now as I look back, I can see signs that I missed. I chased the girls like all teenage boys. I wasn't much of a tit man, seemed to like the flat, boyish look. If I could convince them, I preferred to turn them over and fuck them in the ass instead of the pussy. This was in the days before AIDS became a concern, and most of them saw it as a birth control alternative. I learned to lick their assholes and gently tease it before sliding my prick in.

There was one incident in school that was a sign to me though. We had just finished a rigorous session and all the young men were stripping down in the locker room to hit the showers. It was a scene that I had been in many times before. This time, I had a raging teenage boner that would not quit. The inspiration for it was the sweet ass of my girlfriend's brother bobbling just in front of me. Of course when the other boys saw my situation, they made a few lewd comments about shower room rape. I quickly countered with "Sorry, Tom's ass there looks just as sweet as his sister's, and I know what her's feels like! I was wondering if it runs in the family." That diverted the attention to Tom who took offense. I'm sure there would have been a fight if the gym teacher hadn't stepped in and told us all to cool it. As punishment, or treatment, he announced we all needed a cold shower. With that, he turned off the main hot water valve and left just cold water for us. It became a tradition when someone sprouted a boner in the locker room to dismiss it as "thinking about Tom's sister."

After graduation, I went to the local college. Between school and an almost full-time job to pay tuition, there was little time or privacy for socializing. The few dates I had were all local girls who seemed to love getting ass fucked, my reputed talent. I had a few hand jobs and blow jobs of convenience from male friends, but dismissed those as just needed relief. After college, I got married and settled into a boring life.

About two years into the marriage, my wife and I got into a situation where a mutual male friend joined us in bed after a party. We double teamed her, with me opting for ass of course. It was something she really enjoyed. I did too. As I fucked her, I could reach over and run my hands over the body and ass of the other guy without worry. She and I talked about it the next morning. We agreed it was okay to enjoy sex with more than one as long as we reserved love just for us two. She said it was alright if I wanted to bring another woman to bed with us sometime, but it was an offer I rarely used. Instead, I got a stiffer boner and had more strength to fuck when there was another guy plowing her pussy. I even ate her ass out a few times while managing to get a few licks in at the same time on the other guys balls.

There was one guy in particular that joined us several times and seemed to get as much enjoyment from my company as hers. When he was fucking her and I went down to eat her ass, he encouraged me to lick his balls. He would even pull almost out of her pussy and let me get a lick or two of cunt cream covered dick. Things progressed further one night after my wife had dental work done that day. Normally, he would fuck her, cum and then have her suck him back to hardness for a second round. All this while I gently plowed her ass. This particular night, she was unable to have oral sex but was still raring to go after the first round. He offered the perfect solution when he said "George, be a sport. I know you like pussy juice, so lick it off my dick until I get hard again." In her lust, my wife agreed this would be a good idea. I went for it with gusto. I engulfed his dick and swirled my tongue around the head and licked up and down the stiffening shaft. He was getting into it too as he bucked his hips forward to force as much as he could down my throat. I sensed that he was enjoying my oral stimulation more than when my wife did it. However, all too soon, it ended when my wife began to wither in heat and beg him to fuck her. He reluctantly withdrew from my lips and plunged to the hilt in her cunt. Meanwhile, I got behind her and slipped my dick up her ass. While she was panting and humping, she did not notice her lover was now blowing kisses at me and running his hands over my ass. The excitement was too much, and I shot my load quickly. I rolled over and watched him punish her cunt. Yet as he rammed in and out of her, he kept his eyes locked on mine as if to tell me he was imaging my ass.

This added a new chapter to our sex sessions. Then there was another change about a month later. We had arranged for a three-way with him for the night, but my wife took ill after dinner. She begged off for the night with a promise to make it up to him, forget about making it up to me. He and I went over to the local bar for a drink or two, and came back a little later to check on her. She was still not in the mood so we settled into the living room to watch TV. He grumbled that this was a busted night. He complained that it had been so long since he got off, his balls ached. I looked over and saw the outline of his dick snaking down his pant leg as it thickened. Finally, he came right out and asked if I would give him a blow job. I remarked that it wouldn't do any good as just my getting it up for him would not put her in the mood. He looked at me and said that he didn't want me to just get it up, tonight he wanted me to go all the way and get it off.

I looked nervously toward the closed bedroom door, and he said what I needed to hear. "I know you have always wanted too. Me too!" I moved over to the floor in front of him as he unzipped his pants to haul out his dick. It seemed thicker and longer that anytime before. I realized that I was getting first choice tonight, not cunt slimmed left overs. He stood up to totally strip from the waist down. I took this time to also strip to the buff. I settled back down eyeball to his dick. As I closed my lips over it, I noted it was drier than the juice covered shaft I had previously settled for. This allowed me to taste the natural maleness of him and feel more of the veins. I ran my tongue over the velvety head and tickled the piss slit. I took time to enjoy this as I did not have to worry about my wife bitching about get it up so he could fuck her. Since it was his first time for the night, he even drooled pre-cum, sweet and tasty pre-cum. I swirled the nectar of his cock over my tongue before swallowing it down. He was right, he was hot and horny. As he started to thrust up into my mouth, I realized for the first time I was going to enjoy the flavor of the juice of his balls. I replaced my lips with my hand to jack him a little as I took his sweaty balls into my mouth and swirled them around one at a time. His hand on the back of my head pressed to let me know it was time. I took his shaft back into my mouth and pushed till my nose was nestled in his pubes. His dick twitched as the first shot hit the back of my throat. I backed off so I could capture the rest on my tongue and savor the flavor. As we both came down from our climax intensity, he pulled me up and planted a full kiss on my lips. As he did so, he wrapped his arms around me and gradually lowered his hands to cup and pull my ass cheeks open. I sat in his lap to feel the wet, sticky dick rub between my legs and nudge my ass. He pinched and then bent to lick my male nipples until they were stiff.

He returned to kissing me and running his hands across my ass. The touch of his hands on my ass was exciting beyond belief. I raised up a little to allow him access. His finger began to probe my puckered ass ring. He raised his finger to my lips to lick and coat with my spit before returning to probe my rectum. In mirror to moves I had done countless times on women, he gently laid me back on the couch and nudged me to roll over. Spreading my ass cheeks apart, he leaned in and kissed first one globe and then the other repeatedly. Each kiss and playful nip brought him closer to my hole. Soon, I felt the first wet swipe of tongue tickle my pucker. I groan involuntarily which he took as a sign of encouragement. He replaced his tongue with his spit slicked middle finger and gently pushed. Remembering all the advice I had given women to get them ready to take it up the ass, I relaxed and bore down a little to allow his probe to enter. First, one finger, then two, and finally three see-sawing in and out of my hot hole. As he shifted, I knew what was coming. The head of his dick touched my ass. I don't know if it was the slobber from my blow job or if he fished some lube out of his pants behind my back, but his dick was wet and slick. As I arched my ass up, he slipped deep inside. He didn't stop until he reached bottom. I was surprised at the ease with which I accepted it. He pulled back and then plunged forward again. I responded with a sigh and then a grunt. I was surprised later that he didn't need extra stimulation to get it up again after the blow job to pop my ass cherry. Maybe, my sweet ass was more desirable than my wife's sticky crotch.

We settled into a quick fuck motion, in and out. I was heating up to climax myself. In bed with my wife, we had both been vocal in our fucking. Now was no exception as he told me how tight and sweet my ass was, and how he was going to wash my guts with cum. In return, I encouraged him to fuck the shit out of me, and told him to make me his bitch boy. As he plunged deep and held his dick in anticipation of spewing cum into my guts, I arched up and growled. It was then I noticed my wife standing in the bedroom door watching us. Her face appeared to be twisted in sign of desire, but I didn't care at that point as I felt shot after shot of hot cum course deep in my gut. I fell on the couch and realized I had also shot my load. He laid in exhaustion upon me, not a heavy weight but a comforting smother. I looked up and saw the bedroom door was closed again. I turned over and wrapped my arms around my first real male lover and he greeted me with a deep kiss. We lay there for about fifteen minutes running hands over each other and tweaking nipples. Finally, we rose to get dressed and he left with another parting kiss and ass grab.

I jumped in the shower and let the hot water relax me. Surprisingly, the bedroom door was locked when I went to go in. I knocked, but there was no answer. I went back into the living room to see a pillow and blanket thrown on the floor by the cum stained couch. Pissed, I flipped the cushion over and fixed my bed for the night. My dreams were filled with memories of that night, and I remembered other instances from my youth that could have gone differently if I had known how sweet it could be, male on male. That incident in the shower evolved into a group grope and orgy in my fertile mind.

Well just as the cum had hit the shit that night, the shit hit the fan the next morning. My wife was pissed at what we had been doing. That look of desire was actually one of disgust when she was watching us two men the night before. I reminded her that she had no problem with my sucking his dick for her pleasure. She said that was different, it wasn't gay like last night. To keep peace, I agreed no more male on male sex. She declared that he was out of our lives. From now on, it was to be just us two. I tried to make it work. She was true to her word, no more sex outside of the marriage. At first, I complied. I told him that it was a one time thing, not to be repeated. He shrugged and walked off.

After a short while, the hunger returned. I tried calling him, but the number was disconnected. I went by his apartment, but he had left town for a job change. I went to the porn shop and looked over the gay mags and movie covers. After a couple of trips, I found myself checking out the video booths in the back. The first time, I was scared and kept to myself. But the second time, I got a booth with a glory hole in it. When a strange dick jutted thru, I was on my knees sucking in no time flat. As the dick slithered down my throat, I feared I would not be able to give it up again. As the cum spurted across my tongue, I knew I would not give it up again. It was only natural that I would eventually be found in a booth bent over with a dick fucking my ass. I even got into a three-way. This time with two other guys in the bed taking turns fucking me and having me suck dick. By now I was a regular at the porn shop, and got invited to an all-male party. It turned into a full scale orgy. I can't remember how many loads I sucked that night, or how often some dick got shoved up my ass. By morning, I was fucked over and out. The motel room stank of cum and the waste basket was overflowing with spent condoms.

When I got home that morning, my wife was waiting for me. I took one look at her and said it was over. She asked if there was someone else, and I just said there must be. She snorted "Is it male or female?" I never answered. The divorce was swift and trouble free. She did not want to let everyone know she was not as good in bed as my male friends were. After that, we went our separate ways. I know she remarried some momma's boy. I went on a two year binge of men in all shapes, sizes, colors, races, and positions. If two or more men could do it together, I did it.

He finished his story, and rolled over to face me. Now I've got that out of my system, and I want to settle down with you, he said. We were both excited by now, but opted for a shower before crawling back into bed and back into each other. I might worry later that it would not last, but for now I could be content with what we had.

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