The realisation

[Vamp58]

I stared at the little blue pill in my palm for several seconds, then I poured two more Viagra's into my hand. "Fuck it, this stuff doesn't really work anyway," I thought, as I threw the handful of pills into the back of my throat and chased them with a glass of water.

I thought erection pills were supposed to give you an instant hard-on. It turns out they only enhance the blood-flow actions that are already taking place. They don't have any effect on what or who makes you excited. And yet my wife, Delphina, was expecting big things tonight, big hard things.

My wife and I live in a suburb of the Bay Area. We're DINKs (Dual Incomes No Kids) and we've been together for three years now. The last year has been difficult. Our relationship has been strained by frustration in the bedroom. She would like us to be having more sex, (more than zero), and I'm feeling like I've subverted my real sexuality my whole life.

I was in great shape and confident in myself. I had always been passionate about working out, and I had done some modelling, nude and clothed. I had a very nice body, I had been told many times, and I liked to show it off. Before becoming a firefighter I was a fitness trainer. I had several clients who liked to flirt, including straight women and gay men. I dated many women during my trainer days, but when I met Delphina I was looking for a more permanent relationship.

My wife is an extremely confident and competent executive assistant for a high end law firm and I'm a firefighter. Mine is a very male-oriented field. In my line of work weakness is not tolerated and all forms of machismo and masculinity are celebrated. That’s not to say that there are only men, or only ones who are straight, in the fire service, but they like to think that's the case.

We only have two females in my department, and no gays, that I'm aware of. It would be catastrophic to one's reputation and career to be out as a gay male in my department. There's only one guy, Joe, a friend in a different department, who I suspect is gay. He's a great Negro guy and I really enjoy hanging out with him and attending classes and training together, but he's never shared his orientation with me in any of our conversations.

The reason I suspect he might secretly be gay is because he is single, extremely handsome, buffed, always working out, and I've never seen him date anyone. In our world of locker room towel snapping and grab ass, accusing one another of being gay or sucking cock is very common and meant in jest. A few times I've traded banter with Joe but felt like he was only kidding about kidding. "Hey, Joe, why don't you come over here and suck my cock!" I laughed.

"Hmm, you'd like that wouldn't you?" he'd quipped back, smirking. "In fact, since you're so enthralled by sucking cock, why don't you wrap your lips around my nasty black cock while I play with your white ass."

"Ha ha, you always have to go too far," I fired back. "Did he actually wink at me when he said that?" I asked myself. It was in that context that gayness or sucking cock ever entered a conversation with me. Sure, like every guy, I had imagined how it would feel to be penetrated, rather than being the penetrator; how it must feel incredible to have a man so turned on by me that his rigid cock pushes past my resistant asshole, going deeper with each thrust, and ending with him ejaculating his load of semen to paint my rectum. All guys have wondered that, right.

Delphina, my wife, would be considered a trophy wife, but she was way more than just her looks. The white shoe attorneys at her office had often made the mistake of assuming that because she was a knock-out she was a pushover. It was great to see them leave her office with their tails, and their cocks, tucked between their legs. Whenever we went to a group setting, people tended to put us in the she/he-is-so-lucky-to-be-fucking-him/her-category. We looked like the "perfect couple."

Delphina was exceptionally sexy by any normal standard. She was a Mediterranean mix of ancestry, with jet black hair, which cascaded down almost to her narrow waist, silky and soft, and she would flip it from one side to the other with a toss of her head. She had big round ass cheeks that bounced softly when she walked, especially in high heels and bikini bottoms, rising and falling like volleyballs gliding together. Her ass was firm and tight, a genetic by product of her famous Spanish father and Greek mother.

Her legs were long and shapely, toned and tanned to enhance every curve, with skin as smooth and tight as grape skin. She took great pains to maintain her smooth, soft skin, with a night time regimen of lotions and butters that could take over an hour. Her breasts were proportionally as firm, big and supple as her ass cheeks. Delphina loved to squeeze her breasts into a tiny top and let them pour over the edge of her cleavage. Hence the trouble men got into around her at the office.

Her eyes were big, brown, semi-almond shaped, the color of strong coffee. Her mouth was wide and her lips were full and formed a cute pout when she was not overtly smiling. She had gleaming white teeth and a sexy, slight overbite. She was a true pleasure to look at.

Trouble was, we hadn't had sex in months, twice in the last year maybe. But it wasn't because she didn't want to. She was constantly complaining that she needed me to fuck her. She sometimes wore sexy baby doll nighties with crotchless panties to bed. I even came into the bedroom one night to find her on the bed on all fours, head laying on the bed and her big beautiful ass up in the air facing me as I walked in.

Her first two fingers were inserted all the way to her top knuckles in her shaved, juicy pussy. Her pussy lips were full and flushed, gaping, beckoning. A long ribbon of her vaginal lube was hanging suspended, between her parted legs, almost to the bedspread. She moaned as her fingers sloshed back and forth in her creamy cunt, "Come fuck my pussy. Give me that great big cock. I want to ride that shaft until you explode into my pussy!"

Immediately I instinctively dropped my pants as I climbed on the bed behind her. I buried my tongue deep in her pussy and tasted the sweet love lube, more foreplay for myself than for her. My cock was hard and getting harder. I lapped her pussy and licked circles around her clit. She bucked her hips and her sweet, pink, puckered rose bud pressed against my face. I gave a long lick from the top of her pussy all the way up her ass crack, stopping to deeply tongue her asshole for several minutes. I remembered that was the first time I had eaten anyone's ass. It felt natural.

As I rose up to enter her and fuck her doggie style, I grabbed her wide hips with both hands and admired the view of her sopping wet snatch, all but begging for my cock. I went to insert my cock in her cunt and to drive it home and I realized something was wrong. My cock had reversed directions and was now losing altitude. It had gone from my normal 8.5 inches of thick, heavy cock with a pronounced, circised helmet, to the consistency of a partly filled water balloon.

This was crazy! I was very turned on by my wife; at least I thought I was until now. I was very sexually active, in general, even if we weren't having sex all that often. I would get very horny and I had been sneaking visits to online porn on my phone, jerking my big dick to all manner of porn. I thought about sex all day, no matter where I was. I thought I might have a sex addiction, for a while. Ironically, my wife was complaining of our lack of sex.

Just the night before, I had been searching some taboo porn sites and I came across a video called I Know Your Secret. I watched it start with a hot Brittany Spears tune in the background and a beautiful blonde model writhing around in her panties. She looked at the camera and said she knew a secret about the viewer. The viewer chose this video for a reason. Images and short clips of beautiful women showing their beautiful boobs, asses and pussies were flashing across the screen, then very short shots of really good looking men with hard cocks were interspersed. Eventually the images of men and their cocks became more frequent. The men's cocks were getting hard, launching loads, exploding in women's mouths, pussies and asses, and later filling men's mouths and asses with .

In this video a woman was getting ass-fucked by a guy's huge cock, riding up and down like she was riding a horse, she looked back over her shoulder at the camera. She had an expression of absolute bliss. The blonde came back on and said, "You like what you see? You're jealous aren't you? But not of him, you're jealous of her, the woman getting her ass fucked. You're looking at the cocks and men's asses, not the women and their pussies. Your secret is that you're not into girls, you're into guys, and the cocks in this video make you want to jerk off. Start jerking or I'll bring the girls back." She was right. I was super turned on by what I saw and I didn't want to see more pussies, I wanted to see more cocks.

I couldn't believe I was jerking off to a video of men's cocks. The men were beautiful, I had to say. And I was so turned on by their gorgeous, rippling muscles, tight asses, big cocks and masculinity. I really did want to be that woman riding up and down on that guy's big cock. The video went on to extol the wonderfully hedonistic pleasures of submitting to cock, sucking cock, getting your ass fucked, and filling every hole with a dominant man's hot load of semem. I was so turned on by the end of the video that I shot a load of that reached my chin.

The video hit a nerve with me. I did love to watch cocks coming, fucking men's asses, and faces, and imagine myself being the one getting fucked. Now here I was on the bed, on this particular night, with my gorgeous wife, the ultimate sexy beautiful woman, pleading for me to fuck her. And yet what I really wanted was to be the one bent over with my face against the bed, and my ass high in the air, waiting to be penetrated by some big beautiful cock and filled with lust and . I wanted to wrap my lips around a cock like mine and gag as it pushed deep into the back of my mouth and then forced deeper to blast load after load of sweet down my throat. Meanwhile, my cock was getting soft and my wife was getting frustrated.

Did watching that video, or the hundreds of hours of gay porn that followed make me gay? Hardly, I was just letting a little bit of my kink shine through. At least that's what the therapist said, who I started seeing to address my gay-porn addiction. It just happened to get in the way of having sex with my wife on this particular occasion. But, that was 6 months ago and we haven't really had sex since then. We tried several times but it always ended up with me not being excited and with my wife frustrated and angry. She accused me of having an affair, getting my sexual needs met with someone else. I assured her that was not the case.

It's true, I wasn't cheating on her with someone else. I was consuming and jerking off to an immense amount of gay porn though. Sometimes I would have to pull my truck over to the side of the road on the way to work, just so I could watch more videos of guys fucking each other. I would deliberately snore at night to get kicked out of our bed to the guest bedroom where I could edge and jerk off, sometimes all night. I would be exhausted the next day but at night I'd do it again, craving a big cock in my ass and mouth, but taking a pass on the pussy available in the next room.

I also posted pictures of my well muscled body with a huge hard-on, online on a gay dating site. I got lots of interest and many text buddies but I could never sneak away from my wife long enough to fulfil my fantasy. I got an anal vibrator and would use it to loosen up my sphincter muscle, then fuck my ass with it until I shot across the bathroom floor without even touching my penis.

I tried doing a forensic analysis of my behaviour and figure out when I first noticed an attraction to men. I had visited gay chatrooms ten years before, and had phone sex with a guy from a chat room back then. In retrospect, that was a big indicator. I remembered being fascinated by gay culture as a young kid and getting caught running around naked with a neighbour kid in his backyard. Where those things related? I was hit on by gay men frequently and I enjoyed flirting with them and visually teasing them with my body and my big cock in the gym locker room. Was that their prurient interest, or mine?

Delphina wondered why I recently started shaving my balls and ass. I left a little treasure trail and some stubble on my muscular pecs, but shaved bare around my nipples, to make them stand out and more sensitive to touch. Delphina said she liked men with hairy chests and stomachs and groins. She said I looked like a little boy with hairless nuts. I said something about shaving being the modern trend, like guys wearing beards. I loved how my hairless balls and asshole made my muscular, masculine, sculpted body look feminine and fuckable at the same time. I wanted MEN to be turned on by me.

I suspected Delphina was getting her rocks off too. Not with other guys but by herself; there was no way she could keep her own hands off that beautiful snatch for very long. On this particular night, with the Viagra and all, she said she was going to make it easy on me. I didn't know what that meant but I hoped it would relieve her sexual tension.

Just to get to be sure I was ready to perform for her, I got myself suitably aroused, along with the erectile enhancement pills I just took. I surfed some porn in my bathroom. I looked at straight porn and it had no effect on me. I hesitantly switched to gay porn and I got an instant rush. Watching those men get cream-pies and guzzle gave me an instant hard-on. I was so hot that I lubed up three fingers and finger-fucked my asshole for a bit before I went up to the bedroom. My cock was already hard when I entered and I found my wife laying on her back, eyes closed, moaning and spread-eagle on the bed.

She had a very realistic looking penis-shaped dildo and was slowly sliding it in and out of her wet cunt. The sound of the vibrator diminishing as it plunged deep into her fuck hole and got loud again as she slid it back out. "Nice!" I thought. I'll get an assist from that phantom cock tonight, if necessary. I knelt on the bed between her wide-spread legs. Her thighs were quivering already. I suspected she already had a few mini-orgasms and was at cruising altitude. My job of performing my husbandly duties just got easier.

I took over operation of the dildo and slipped the vibrator out of her vagina and pushed her thick thighs back so her cunt rotated upward toward the ceiling. My hard cock was very ready to penetrate her and I was just contemplating which angle I wanted to start with. Suddenly my cock started to soften. "Damn, not now!" I thought. I decided to eat her pussy until my cock stiffened back up. As I slurped at her vaginal trough, she started bucking her hips into my face, slathering my chin and cheeks with her love juice, but my cock was still sinking.

"C'mon, give me that python. Fuck my cunt hard! I want your cock now!" she moaned. This is where she would usually grab for my cock and pull it to her pussy entrance and then push her hips forward to impale herself on my cock. I knew that if she felt my softening cock now the night would devolve into frustration and arguments. I concentrated on the thing that would most assuredly turn me on right then.

I looked at my wife's beautiful tits, her soft flat stomach, her big round ass and smooth thick thighs, only I pictured her now with a great big cock and balls pointing straight up at the ceiling, like some of the gorgeous T-girls and futanari animations I loved to watch online. The thought of such a beautiful trans started to get my cock stiff again. I pictured myself just massaging and licking her ass to get her cock hard so she could fuck me. I imagined myself sucking her enormous cock and swollen balls between, her luscious feminine thighs, and then me squatting down onto it, riding that thick shaft all the way down. I was getting harder still.

As I leaned back to get the perfect view of her asshole, and picture where her balls would be hanging, my hand hit the vibrator that was on the bed. I picked it up and let the lifelike dick head, an elaborate, fleshy helmet, graze my asshole. Man that felt amazing. My cock stiffened even more. Delphina hadn't noticed me picking up the dildo since she was thrusting her wet swollen pussy in the air, pleading to get impaled by my cock.

"Wait a minute, this could be a win-win," I thought. I used the voice activation to turn on some music. "Alexa, play Sade. Alexa, volume up." Sade's sexy voice started booming out of the speaker, covering any possible noise from the vibrator.

"Shit, what are you waiting for? Stick your massive cock in me now! I need you to fuck me hard," Delphina begged.

I concealed the dildo behind my leg and felt for the on-switch. The dildo was a realistic, stiff but soft, silicone, 10 inch cock. It was thick too, with large protruding veins on the sides and the support columns of a real cock protruding like a raging hard-on. I found the on-switch, and another button next to it, which I assumed secreted liquid of some sort.

The dildo purred to life behind my leg and the loud music covered the sound. It not only vibrated but the tip also made slow circles in the air.

"Stop teasing me! Fuck my pussy! I'm so ready for your cock," Delphina pleaded.

I cupped her soaking wet pussy with my other hand and she let out a squeal and almost came. As I pulled my hand away I let two fingers drag through her now well parted pussy lips. She squealed again and began to pant, as if she was trying to control the orgasmic wave that was building in her. I took the hand that had just left her pussy, covered with her vaginal love sauce, and slathered the lube in my own ass crack.

I circled my fuck hole opening with two sloppy fingers, then inserted them to the top knuckles, and rotated them inside my rectum, lubing all exposed surfaces with Delphina's pre-. I clenched my ass cheeks and sure enough, my ass crack felt slippery and wet. I put the head of the artificial cock against my dilating sphincter. The dildo head was vibrating vigorously and circling my rubbery ring. My cock leapt and a drop of pre- ran down the groove at the head of my cock. Now I was the one controlling my breathing to stave off an imminent orgasm.

Delphina reached down and grabbed my rock hard cock. She lifted her head to look at my cock in her hand, with an expression of surprise on her face. "Wow! You've never been this hard before! About time. Now destroy my cunt with that!" she moaned. She pulled her thighs apart even further to grant me full access to her pulsing pussy. I pushed the dildo against my portal and my asshole expanded and swallowed the dildo head. It felt amazing. I pushed harder and the shaft slid slowly and smoothly into my hole, making a squishing sound as it went deeper. Now the vibrator sound was diminishing and increasing as it went in and out of my ass.

I pictured a beautiful, muscular hunk of a man with a huge cock behind me, penetrating my ass for the first time. He is simultaneously thrilled with the tight smoothness of my asshole and with being the one to take my anal virginity; he is the one turning me out. My cock stretches tighter and a ribbon of pre- drips from my cock at the thought. I held the base of my throbbing cock and dragged the head up and down between Delphina's pussy lips. Her lips parted slightly, involuntarily. "Holy shit! Oh my god! Fuck yes! Do that!" she screamed as she lifted her hips to try to get more of my cock in her pussy. She was twisting and pulling on her own nipples, in the throes of ecstasy.

She couldn't see my hand controlling the dildo but she was definitely benefiting from it. Without it, I would lose my erection despite her intense seduction. With the artificial cock in my ass, and imagining the cock was attached to an incredibly handsome man with a supremely masculine body who was intent on using me for his sexual pleasure, I was now experiencing the strongest hard-on I've ever had. Maybe the Viagra helped, but my lust and sexual energy right then was based on my desire for cock, not pussy. I pictured the man behind me thrusting his big stiff cock harder and deeper as his orgasm was building, while I continued to pump the dildo in and out of my ass.

I looked at Delphina in front of me and pictured her being a beautiful tranny with a huge cock and balls staring me in the face, pre- oozing down her cock head and dripping from the edge of her helmet. It was easy to picture the beautiful female aspects, with my gorgeous wife laying in front of me. But now I was seeing her with her an incredibly feminine body and with a savagely masculine reproductive organ. In my imagination she wanted me to fuck her ass, otherwise she wouldn't let me suck her big, hard cock. My cock was throbbing now and rivulets of pre- we're running down my balls. The dildo was resting against my prostate, vibrating and sending sexual spasms through my groin. I knew I couldn't last long.

I was thrusting the dildo deeper in my ass, holding it at the bottom of the stroke to enjoy the sense of fullness and the vibrations deep within my colon. I leaned forward and supported myself on one hand while the other one fucked my ass to ecstasy. I hadn't actually penetrated Delphina yet and she was going crazy lusting for my hard dripping cock. When I started to moan and pant, pre-climax, she raised her head and looked down toward her crotch to see why I was moaning and about to and my cock wasn't even inside her pussy yet. "What the fuck?" she asked. "What are you doing? How are you about to already? What's that behind you? Do you want my pussy or not?!"

At this point I was building to a massive orgasm and I was trying to ride that wave as long as possible. That's as logical as I could think at that time. I didn't care what my wife thought of my actions or of my outright rejection of her pussy. To satisfy the tranny in my imagination, so she would let me suck her big cock, I pushed my thick, swollen, slimy cock into her asshole, in one smooth push, buried to the hilt.

Delphina's eyes popped when I plunged my cock into her asshole. We had never had anal sex before that. "Wrong hole! Oh, oh my god! Yes, yes, fuck my ass! Fill it with your cock!" Delphina screamed in response.

"I couldn't have said it better," I thought. I continued to slide my rock hard cock in and out of her asshole, pulling almost completely out with each stroke before plunging all the way in until my pubic ridge was against her quivering, wet pussy. Delphina was gasping in small pants, trying to keep her sphincter relaxed and open for my swollen cock while the rest of her body was beginning to clench, bracing for an explosive orgasm. "Oh, oh, oh! Fuck my ass. Go deep, deeper! I want to feel your cock all the way up to my throat!" she cried. I could feel her starting to orgasm from the ass fucking I was giving her.

I was holding back on my own orgasm. The vibration speed was toggled all the way up on the dildo I was fucking my own ass with and the mechanically swaying shaft was rubbing the head against my prostate. I was in ecstasy. I didn't dare move the dildo or myself for fear of losing control and exploding in a orgasmic volcano.

I remembered the other control button on the dildo and I pushed it. Great gobs of warm goo simulating started launching into my rectum. The sensation of a man filling my ass with his semen pushed me over the edge. I lost what little control I had left. I imagined that beautiful man fucking me from behind, and me about to suck the cock of the T-girl I imagined was laying in front of me and whose ass I was fucking. "Oh yes, fuck my ass! Fuck me with your hard dick! Fill me with your ! Use me! I looove your huge cock!", I screamed as my balls started to pulse, launching rope after rope into Delphina's ass.

"What the hell?" she said lifting her head to see what I was talking about. I had pulled out of her ass and now had one hand pushing the dildo into my ass all the way until the fake balls met my balls and my other hand holding the base of my spasming cock, shooting several long ropes of onto Delphina's stomach. I wasn't stroking my cock, just using the pleasure of being fucked in my man cunt to orgasm more intensely than I ever have in the past.

Delphina looked on in horror as her husband was totally submitting to her porn-star-cast synthetic cock, obviously wanting the real thing in his ass, way more than putting his cock in her pussy. She sat up, propping herself up on her arms behind her, while sinking into the giant wet spot on bedspread beneath her vagina.

I slowly pulled the dildo out of my ass, appreciating each inch of sensation as it came out. The head squirted out suddenly as my sphincter collapsed behind it. I brought the dildo around in front of me, between Delphina and I, and I turned off the vibrations. Her mouth was agape, as she watched me in amazement. My cock was still drooling .

While my wife watched, I held the juicy dildo up to my open mouth and pushed the ejaculation button. Big spurts of faux shot out of the realistic dick hole. I aimed the pseudo loads into my mouth and at the back of my throat. With one hand I milked the last of the from my cock, dripping it onto my wife's crotch, as I sucked the tip of the cock and pumped the ejaculation button until the "" was pouring out of the corners of my mouth and down my chin. It had no flavour but it was definitely edible, as I swallowed several loads. Delphina must have loaded the balls with it before she began masturbating. I was utterly and completely satisfied and content. That was my best sexual experience of my life, so far.

"You're disgusting! You're a fucking faggot! No wonder you didn't want to fuck me all these months. So now you want to get fucked in the ass by a guy and, and eat his ?" she gasped. I tried to reply but my mouth was still full of the fake and it ran down my chin when I opened my mouth. "How long have you been gay? When were you planning on telling me, your wife? All this," she said waving a hand over her voluptuous body, "is wasted on you.”

Needless to say, our relationship has been rocky since that night, but stable. Delphina decided on her own that I was just playing out a fantasy, and that it was probably healthy to have fantasy kinks, as long as they stayed fantasies. I was even more convinced that I was suppressing my true sexual orientation.

I hoped this wasn't going to affect my planned firefighter seminar out of town, scheduled for next month.

 

[Vamp58]

Part 2

My biggest challenge that week was going to be keeping my pecker in my pants and keeping my lust for men in check, that is, if I wanted to stay married.

I had already committed a marital sin that would be a deal breaker for most marriages. My wife found me fucking my ass with her dildo. And it wasn't a little purse number. It was a huge, black, exquisitely detailed cast of a famous porn star's cock. I had it vibrating and gyrating at full power as I stroked it back and forth in my dilated asshole. I orgasmed, hands free, from prostate stimulation and the euphoria of imagining my ass being taken by a beautiful hunk of a black man.

She didn't catch me in the dark of our basement or my man-cave, it was in our shared bed, with her right in front of me. We were supposed to be engaged in a passionate lovemaking session, first in over a year, since our sexual romance had fallen off a cliff. The only problem was I wasn't feeling turned on by my beautiful wife, so I imagined her with a big, thick cock, and balls; a beautiful transsexual who was going to let me suck her cock if I fucked her ass first. That got me going and I picked up her dildo from the bed and started caressing my ass crack with it which led to me plunging it into my ass until I shot my load onto her belly.

Now that would be very upsetting to any wife who believed that her husband was unquestionably straight. But it was an especially egregious act because she felt totally caught off guard and betrayed. I had never exhibited any sexual interest in men before that, in front of her that is. I am very masculine, and in a traditionally masculine occupation, firefighter. I've been told many times that I have a beautiful body. My wife, Delphina, is a very confident, powerful executive and a beautiful woman, with a gorgeous, sexy body. She had no reason to doubt herself before that incident with the dildo. My self inflicted anal assault certainly destroyed the pretence that we were the ideal couple.

I don't know what made me think I could get away with that, especially since I finished the scene by holding the faux cock up to my mouth as I pumped the fake into my throat and all over my face and chest, right in front of her, while I begged my imaginary male seducer to fuck my ass deep and fill me with his . I think that was a blow to her confidence and that was the thing she was most protective of. She had achieved a great deal in life based on her looks and her ability to convince others through her authoritative style.

I couldn't have been more busted, but at the time, I wasn't thinking about the consequences, just the pure, unadulterated pleasure. And boy was it pleasurable; probably the best orgasm I ever had up until then. Since then, we have had many heated conversations about what was going on with me. She determined, without any professional assistance, or my input, that what happened was a fluke, ass-play gone terribly wrong, but nothing to worry about. We still had a perfectly normal marriage as far as she, and the public, were concerned. I think she was more worried about her perceived role as an enticing Aphrodite, able to turn any man's head, and stiffen any man's cock. For reasons of self preservation she was therefore willing to look the other way.

I, on the other hand, was pretty sure I was acting on my true, previously subverted sexuality. I had told myself I wasn't gay, or just that I was undoubtedly straight, for many years. I wouldn't entertain any other diagnosis out of a fear of being shunned, ridiculed, and ostracized, at work, with family, and with friends. But I had clues in my past that made me think I probably wasn't being true to myself. The biggest clue that I was interested in gay sex was my intense interest in gay porn. I couldn't get enough of it and I jerked off to guys fucking and sucking each other any time I could sneak and watch it on my phone. I had flirted with gay men occasionally and had been hit on by guys for years, but I never thought of myself as someone who would follow through with those feelings. For many years I had only gone as far as having phone sex with guys and hanging out in gay chat rooms, toward the actual fulfilment of my desires, but I had fantasized about it thousands of times.

Was my sexual interest in men just a kink, like my wife wanted to believe, or was it a foundational quality of my character and was now becoming too powerful to resist? I knew I wanted to keep my suspicions about my sexuality to myself; I didn't need for my life to get any more complicated right now. That's why I was so looking forward to getting out of the house and out of town for a week to attend a firefighter convention in Indianapolis. I needed the time alone to clear my head.

I kissed my wife goodbye and headed to the airport. She basically ignored what happened a week ago and instead resorted to her "normal" marriage mode. "Don't give in to all those hot firefighter-groupie women when they come on to you," she said as I headed out.

"Don't worry, those ladies don't stand a chance with me," I promised.

When I arrived at my hotel, I checked in and headed toward the elevator banks. I had to pass through the lobby which was packed with mostly male firefighters, in town for the convention, loudly drinking and laughing as they overflowed from the adjacent bar. Guys were wearing their fire-related T-shirts and ball caps, sporting every imaginable symbol and slogan proudly declaring their masculine machismo and general badass-ness. Most importantly, they broadcast their receptiveness to the ladies, the women who were there to attract firefighters, the groupies my wife spoke of.

Very few of the women there were firefighters. There was a large contingent of young women-seeking-male-firefighter types, with two basic looks: long sun-highlighted hair, tight, micro-mini slip-dress and heels; and hair teased up, spandex stretch-pants pulled up the crack of their cute ass, and a tank top or some other bra-less top. Each woman was surrounded by about six guys all trying their best to be the one rewarded with the young ladies' attention. You could smell the testosterone from the curb. I pushed through the pulsing crowd.

"Hey Darren, glad you could make it," came a voice from behind me. It was my friend Joe. He strolled up beside me. Joe was from a fire department other than mine but we were fast friends through mutual training and group meetings. We hung out together after meetings and training sessions, shared workout tips, and generally really enjoyed each other's company. He was someone that I possibly considered talking to about what I was going through with Delphina because I suspected he might be gay. He had model-like good looks, a beautiful, muscular black body, was super charming, and I had never seen him date or be in a relationship with anyone. If anyone was a closeted gay guy, he was, or so I thought. But I noticed over Joe's shoulder in the hotel lobby, two smiling, sexy young women waiting, not very patiently, for us to finish talking so he could get back to them. "Let's grab a drink after you get settled in," Joe said.

"Hey man, good to see you. Yeah, let's meet for a drink or dinner or something later. I'm going to throw my stuff in my room and go to the gym for a workout right now." I had no interest in joining the mass butt-sniffing event going on in the bar right then.

"Sounds good. I'll get the ladies warmed up for you to come in for the kill," he laughed as he lifted his drink glass in a symbolic toast and turned back toward the young ladies who were dying to get back to flirting with him. I was surprised to see Joe in that milieus, especially with the two little hotties hanging on his beautiful arms. Not surprised that sexy young ladies would be attracted to him, surprised that he would be attracted to them. I guessed my "gay-dar" needed calibration. And I decided I wouldn't be confiding in him about my sexual feelings.

I slid the key card through the lock and opened my hotel room door. I had sprung for an upgraded room on a higher floor. As I walked into the large suite, I was awed by the expansive view of the city and beyond through the floor-to-ceiling glass wall opposite the giant bed. The bathroom was huge, with a giant two-person bathtub and a freestanding glass walled shower in the middle of the bathroom. "Nice!" I thought. This will be perfect for isolating myself at night and getting my thoughts together.

I put some workout clothes on and headed down to the gym in the basement of the hotel. Luckily, the gym was well equipped with enough weights and machines to accommodate a good power workout. A few guys were in there getting in a pre-nightlife pump, but they cleared out pretty quickly.

I used to be a fitness trainer so I am very much at home in any gym. I was not some hulked-out bodybuilder type, but I cherished my muscular physique, and so apparently did a lot of men. I don't know if any women cared about the extra muscles. I did squats until my thighs and glutes were on fire and really pumped up. I could feel my ass cheeks rise and fall with each step I took. I moved over to the bench press and was going up in weight with each set. As I struggled through my last set, the bar started to come back down on my chest. Suddenly a pair of big strong hands grabbed the bar from above me, pulled it up and helped me to safely rack it.

I looked up from the bench where I was laying and all I could see was a pair of thick, muscular thighs coming out of a pair of short shorts. The wearer was not wearing underwear and I could see up the legs of the shorts a beefy pair of shaved testicles and a very large, thick cock with an even bigger head, hanging into one of the pant legs. If the shorts were any shorter, the guy's pink cock head would have been hanging out of the shorts.

"Hey, thanks for the assist," I said as I sat up and spun around on the bench. It was Joe who helped me. "What's up, man? I thought you were getting the ladies moistened up for me in the bar." Joe and I frequently joked, jock style, talking about females as conquests, how big our cocks were, and belittling each other with homophobic slurs. We always tried to outdo each other in brashness. It was our bonding ritual.

"Well knowing that you were probably going to hurt yourself in this real man's gym, I thought I better come save my buddy. Besides, those bitches just wanted me as eye candy to show off for their girlfriends, and wanted me take them drinking all night. It didn't seem worth it."

"Ha! I could have told you that from taking one look at them. But then, you're not that used to talking to women. If you had put the time in you probably could have gotten laid though."

"Right. And you, the consummate lady's man is down here by your gay ass self-working out. I'm surprised you're not out looking for some guy to blow right now."

I laughed. "Your the one who left the hot pussy on the grill upstairs. I'm sure you came down here just so you could sit on my lap."

"You should be giving ME a lap dance right now. If I had your body I'd be nailing some of those Bettys upstairs. Look at your legs and ass. My god, they're like a sculpture! And I could wash my dirty laundry on those washboard abs! Besides, those bitches can't suck cock as well as you can, I bet. Only a guy really knows how to suck another guy's cock like it should be sucked. Am I right?"

I laughed at the crudeness of his joke. He had gone over the top and I loved it. "You're fucking crazy, man! Yeah, well hey, speaking of needing underwear, I noticed while you were spotting me that the one pair of underwear you brought must be at the cleaners."

"Leave it to a queer like you to be trying to look at my cock!" he laughed. But now I could clearly see the outline of the tip of his cock head close to the opening of the leg of his shorts. It was angular and defined, and the rest of his cock made it look like he was hiding a large corn cob in his shorts. Why was he being so cavalier about exposing his cock? Surely he realized how erotic some might find his shorts. What if other guys, or women were in here right now, would he care? Was this show just for me and was he just trying to shock me? I loved his who-fucking-cares-as-long-as-I-like-it attitude. I always found it appealing, as long as I'd known him. I also found the thinly veiled view of his cock very exciting.

We traded spots so he could get some reps in on the bench. While he was using a weight that didn't need spotting, I went into the locker area and removed my underwear. If he was going to fuck with me, I was going to fuck with him. It felt good to be swinging free. My shorts had longer legs than Joe's but the fabric was clingy enough to clearly highlight my big cock and wide brimmed helmet head. It was exciting to be much more exposed and my cock swelled slightly. At least it expand to the full 8-1/2 inches, but not so much that it created a tent on the front of my shorts.

When I laid on the bench press my cock flopped over to one side. I noticed Joe's eyes looking at my crotch and I felt exposed. What if he was offended? It was very exciting to take this type of a risk. As I looked up the leg of his shorts, I studied his cock. The head had a big hole and a sharp split at the bottom of the head. His cock looked to have a lot of girth and length and was compressed into the tight crotch of his shorts, like a collapsed Slinky. His balls were the size and texture of golf balls. Everything was completed shaved.

As I sat up after my set, I turned to him, "Where'd you get those shorts, from your little sister? They're about three sizes too small."

"These are standard issue for the Navy Seals. Is that manly enough for you?"

"Yeah, I get it. They do make your thighs look huge. I can see those new workouts are paying off. And your chest and arms are maxed out, and shredded. Some girl would love to run her hands all over that chest, I bet."

"C'mon, quit talking and let's work out. I'll buy the first round tonight." With that, Joe slid more weights on the bar. We continued working out and trading jabs, for about an hour. We were both as pumped as we were going to get and we were getting tired, but we were having such a good time interacting that neither one of us wanted to stop. Finally, Joe racked the weights he was holding and said, "I'm done. Let's go get that drink I promised you."

I agreed and we headed up to the bar. We sat at the bar in our sweaty clothes. The bartender, a handsome blonde surfer looking dude, brought us the beers we ordered. As he walked away, Joe's eyes followed the bartender's tight bubble butt and stayed locked on it until he looked back in our direction. Joe then looked at me, looking at him, looking at the bartender's nice ass. With a look of resignation, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Joe said, "Look, Darren, I've been meaning to tell you for a long time, because you're a friend who I believe I can trust, I'm gay."

I did my best to seem surprised, "Really? That's cool. Your secret is safe with me. But then what's with all the macho stuff and the flirting with the ladies, just part of the facade?" I was thrilled that he trusted me enough to tell me. It was also a relief to know my suspicion about him was confirmed. Maybe I had a better gay-dar sense than I thought. But most importantly, it meant that I could talk to him about what I had done in front of my wife and why I was not feeling at all guilty about it.

"Yeah, man, I'm actually pretty refined compared to most of these meatheads. You know how it would look in our industry, to be gay, to say you like cock and not pussy. I've hid my sexuality for my entire career. I was almost outed at a call a year ago. Right after we finished extinguishing a structure fire at an apartment, a gorgeous gay guy came up to me when I was walking back to the truck. He starts flirting like crazy with me and I couldn't resist. I wanted him really badly so I passed him my phone number. Some of the guys on the truck saw that and got suspicious. I told them the guy just wanted me to train him in the gym. I ended up dating him for six months. Hell, I'd rather be drinking champagne right now than this beer."

"What about you?" he asked taking a sip of the beer he said he didn't want. I fought back my urge to reveal myself to him right away. Did he suspect something? Was this one of his gags?

"Oh, I like champagne too, and beer," I said trying to play it off and not answer the question.

"No, how did a nerd motherfucker like you meet your gorgeous wife? Did you help her across the street when you saw her white cane?"

There was that macho bullshit again. Was he just trying to lure me into a trap? "Ha, ha, we met at a concert. She was on another date and so was I. She slipped me her number."

"Damn, women like that are volatile, like nitroglycerin. You've got to keep them cool to keep from getting blown up. Not that that's the case with you and Delphina. You guys are perfect together."

This was my opening to tell him that there was more to me than meets the eye, but I wasn't convinced I could trust him with my secret yet. "Yeah, we're good. I'm tapping that ass all the time."

"When people make a statement like that, it makes me think they're doing the opposite. Why aren't you tapping that ass all the time? Delphina is gorgeous, and damn sexy. Any straight guy would be making love to her twice a day."

He was like an attorney the way he cornered me with my own words. Do I lie and risk losing his trust, or do I tell the truth and possibly risk his friendship? I just stared into his ice-blue eyes without saying anything. He really had no business being anything other than a model. He was just such a pleasure to look at. His eyes matched his naturally dark complexion. He was Negro, with cropped black hair, beautifully sculpted lips and blindingly white teeth. I stared at his mouth now and pictured myself kissing him.

Joe broke my trance, "Darren, are you avoiding my question or did you just have a stroke? Did what I just told you about me make you not want to hang with me?"

"Sorry, no! No, I'm totally into hanging out with you. I think it's great that you're gay and you're happy. It's just too bad that gay guys can't be out in our profession. Listen, I have something I want to talk to you about tonight, say over dinner and after more booze?"

"Sounds perfect. I hope that what you want to talk about is more interesting than firefighting or working out."

"Yeah, well I guess it depends on your perspective. Why don't I meet you down in the lobby in 45 minutes? That will give me enough time to shower and put in an obligatory call to the wife."

Joe was signing the tab for the drinks and didn't look up as he said, "I asked the front desk to have housekeeping make up my room. I can get in, but I won't be able to shower there for a half hour, according to the desk."

"Well grab your stuff from your room and you can shower in my room. It's room 2504, it's got an incredible view and an amazing bathroom with a giant tub and a big-ass glass shower. That will save you half an hour of waiting for housekeeping to finish." As soon as I finished making the offer I started to mull the implications. Was it weird to ask a guy to shower in my room after he told me he's gay? Do straight guys make offers like this?

Joe finished his transaction with the bartender, passed him a twenty and said something else that I couldn't hear. We headed over to the elevators and I began to feel flushed. Why was I feeling this way around Joe? It's like I had a schoolgirl crush on him, and I just wanted to be in his presence. If I could feel romantically about a man, Joe would be a guy I could fall for. Wait, what was I saying?
"You have to push the button, D," Joe was pointing at the elevator call button. I had gotten so lost in my thoughts that I was just standing in front of the closed elevator doors.

"Oh, yeah, sorry." The elevator car arrived and we stepped in. He let me go first and I stepped to the back of the car and turned toward the front. Joe was facing me, standing about a foot and a half away. We were the only ones in the car other than a pretty young lady in the corner who was digging through her purse. "What floor are you on?" I asked Joe as I hit the button for the twenty-fifth floor.

"We can go straight to your room. I asked the bartender to have a bellhop bring my suitcase up to your place. We can get showered without me having to stop at my room first." Joe was going to shower in my room? My heart was racing again.

As I looked at Joe, I thought, he was probably the most beautiful man I had ever met. He was also the most intelligent, charming and funny. He was the whole package. I realized Joe was looking straight at me, his eyes were locked on mine. I looked straight back to make him look away. He didn't. My heart started to race, as if I had just received an injection of adrenaline. Out of the corner of my eye I could se the reflection in the wall panel of the two of us facing each other, inches away, just staring into each other's eyes.

I thought my pounding heart could be heard by Joe and the girl in the elevator now, it was beating so hard in my ears. Was that girl watching us? The elevator was picking up speed as it ascended the twenty five floors. What was I contemplating, something that could never be undone?

Joe's eyes looked downward slightly at my mouth. I realized my lips were slightly parted, and moving toward Joe's mouth. It was as if I was just an observer. I wasn't even conscious of my movements and I was trembling as I tilted my head slightly and leaned in and placed my mouth on Joe's. His lips were supple, yet firm and masculine. I stuck my tongue in his mouth and started to press my lips harder on his. I could taste the beer he just had. This was definitely a man's mouth, and it was thrilling to be kissing him. Suddenly his hand wrapped around the back of my head and he pulled me hard against his mouth. His tongue pushed my tongue out of his mouth and he forced it deep into my mouth, probing and dominating our hot French kiss with fury. Saliva was building up at the corners of our mouths and we sucked and tongued the depths of each other's mouths.

The car stopped at the floor below mine, where the young lady on the car was to get off. She stared at the two of us making out so passionately right in front of her, for so long that the doors almost closed without her getting off. I realized my cock was hard and tenting the front of my gym shorts. I looked down at Joe's crotch and his lovely, sculpted cock head had pushed beyond his pant leg as his cock filled with blood. I looked at my growing hard-on and at Joe's emerging swollen black cock, and then up at Joe's face. He looked like he wanted to take me right there in the elevator. I felt electricity in my veins. I would have loved for him to fuck me right there.

The car stopped on the twenty-fifth floor and we stepped out. "Sorry about that man," I said. "I was just really curious what it's like to kiss a guy. I couldn't imagine a better guy to find that out with than you."

"That's okay," he said, "because I really, really liked it." We walked in the direction of room 2504, both of us moving awkwardly because of the hard-ons we had. "Look, I've had straight guys want a hand job or a blowjob before. Maybe they were not getting enough sex at home with their wives or maybe they were bi-curious. But none of the straight guys I've had sex with ever wanted to make out. Pretty much only a gay man wants that kind of intimacy. And none of the gay guys I've been with have kissed me that passionately. So was that JUST curiosity on your part?"

"Well that's what I want to talk to you about," I said as I slid the key card and opened the door. I had one last chance to call off whatever was about to happen. I could just take my shower, get dressed, let him take his shower, we go to dinner and this is all forgotten. No borders had truly been crossed yet.

"It's my shower so I get to go first," I taunted Joe as I walked toward the bathroom while I pulling my T-shirt off over my head. I was almost at the bathroom door and I paused to take off my shorts. I pulled the waistband down and continued until my shorts were piled around my ankles and I was bent in half at the waist. I don't know what compelled me to make such a bold, seductive move but my sweet ass was now pointed in Joe's direction and in that position my pumped ass cheeks were flared out and my pink sphincter was open and completely exposed. I held that position for several seconds, to give Joe a chance to take it in. I looked back over my shoulder at Joe to see what his reaction was and he was staring straight at my welcoming asshole. His thick ebony cock now extended a good three inches below his pant leg and the corn cob was struggling to break free of his shorts. I stood back up and turned partly toward him so he could see my big hard cock throbbing in front of me. "I won't be long," I said heading toward the shower, with my stiff cock bouncing as I walked.

"You already are!" Joe said. "Damn, D! That is beautiful! I'm going to order some champagne for us, okay?" he asked picking up the phone.

I continued to the bathroom, heady from the feelings of being exposed, literally and figuratively, being seen as sexually attractive by someone who I really wanted to think of me as being sexy, and the impending risky business of crossing a bridge that couldn't be uncrossed. I looked at myself in the mirror. Did I really just flaunt my rock hard cock in front of another man? The risk was worth it because I sure looked good. But there was still time to call things off if I wanted to.

I turned on the shower and the bathroom started filling with steam. I heard a muffled knock on the hotel room door and a couple of muffled voices, one of them was Joe's. Must be the room service that Joe ordered. I stepped into the steamy shower and let the warm water run over my head, cascade down my chest and legs, between my ass cheeks, and spill over the tip of my hard cock, like a gargoyle rainspout.

Joe would understand if I just shut the evening down now, right? Just then the shower door opened. I could see Joe's silhouette through the steam. Okay, enough is enough. Just tell him it was all a joke before this goes too far. But I really wanted him. I wanted to be taken by him. Joe moved closer to me in the shower. He was holding two champagne flutes effervescing bubbles, with a big strawberry garnish on each rim. Joe was magnificent to look at naked, chiselled, muscular, masculine perfection. His cock was hard as a rock. A thick shaft of veiny, cabled black flesh that curved upwards slightly. That must feel so good in my hand, or mouth, or ass.

He handed me one of the glasses. "A toast, to new beginnings," he said raising his glass. There stood the two of us, breathing hard, naked, sexually excited like nothing else, facing each other in a steamy shower. Our cocks were tools of fury. I took the strawberry garnish off my glass, touched my glass to his, and took a sip of champagne. At the distance we were from each other, and as much as our two cocks were projecting out like harpoon cannons on whaling ships, our cocks bypassed each other's by a couple of inches. Joe turned his body slightly and his stiff meat shaft brushed against mine, causing my cock to bounce with excitement. Adrenaline raced through my body. I could feel my resistance crumbling.

I bit the bottom off my strawberry and took another drink from my champagne flute. I looked at the water splashing and running down Joe's beefy black chest, past his erect nipples, down his rippled abdominal muscles and across the bridge that our cocks now formed between us. I took the open end of my strawberry and cupped it over Joe's erect nipple. I swirled it on his nipple to excite him and to leave strawberry juice running down his pec. I leaned forward and put his nipple in my mouth. This was a very masculine nipple compared to what i was used to with women. I sucked it and used my tongue to flick it. I did the same to his other nipple and gently tugged it with my teeth. Joe took a deep breath and moaned. His cock stiffened and lifted against mine.

I sucked on Joe's nipples and fondled his beefy pecs for some time. His chest was so exciting and masculine, slabs of muscle stacked on more taut muscle. A woman's breasts were feminine and nice but a body like this made me ache to be fucked by him. I moved down to his abs and ran my tongue through every crevasse and over every ridge. His chest had short, neatly trimmed hair and everything below that was shaved bare. I got to his pubic ridge and started kissing and licking the area just above his cock. His erect shaft was rubbing against my chin. I was on my knees now, with shower water splashing all around, splashing off his body and cock and into my mouth. I was kneeling in front of the most delicious man I'd ever met. His beautiful black cock was literally in my face. But I liked Joe, a lot, and I knew I wanted him much more than just a momentary fuck. Now I wanted so badly to take his cock in my mouth and provide him exquisite pleasure. Then I thought about my wife.

I wanted to justify my infidelity by saying that it didn't count since I wasn't cheating with another woman. But that wasn't sincere. Delphina would definitely consider this cheating. Nothing said I had to go any further though, and my wife would be none the wiser. I looked up at Joe standing over me, like I was at the base of an incredibly sexy granite cliff. His beautiful cock extended out over me and water and pre- from his cock ran over my face. I grasped the base of Joe's cock. This was the first time I had held, or even touched another man's cock. Joe's cock filled my fist with firm, smooth, rigid flesh. It was warm from blood pumping through it. It felt like my cock felt, except this cock belonged to this beautiful, sexy black man in front of me. With my hand around the base of his shaft, there was still room for an additional hand between mine and his big dark purple helmet head.

At that moment my resistance was nil. More than air to breath, I wanted his big black cock in my mouth. I pointed his huge penis at my mouth, opened wide and slid his cock deep into my mouth. I tasted pre-. I recognized the taste from eating my own when jerking off. I cupped his balls in my free hand and lightly stroked them while I pumped his cock in and out of my mouth, sucking vigorously and massaging the underside of his cock with my tongue. I stroked the remainder of his cock with my other hand. Joe moaned with pleasure, "Fuck yeah, D. You really know how to please a guy. You're going to learn what another man's tastes like tonight."

I had crossed a Rubicon and there was no undoing the gay act I was engaged in, and I loved it. I only wanted to make him happy and his pleasure made me incredibly excited. I picked up the pace of fucking my mouth with his cock. He sipped his champagne while pulling my head onto his cock with one hand. His cock was touching my gag reflex and caused me to cough and drool. Joe was the epitome of masculinity and him fucking my mouth was the epitome of my submission to this beautiful black man. He owned me with his cock deep in my mouth. I was deliriously happy. Was this my future? I sure wouldn't mind if it was so.

Joe reached under my arms and pulled me up to standing again. He started sucking my nipple, hard, while his other hand aggressively massaged my other pec muscle. He changed nipples and gripped my other pec in his other hand. He sucked like he was trying to pull my nipples off, as he manhandled my chest muscles. I loved submitting to his sexual aggressions. He controlled me and his passion was my pleasure. He spun me around so I was facing the glass shower wall.

He pushed my shoulders forward and I had to put my hands out against the glass shower wall for ballance, while he pulled my hips back. I was in a position like he was frisking me. The side of my face was pressed to the glass. Pre- was dripping in long strands from my cock. He reached around both sides of me and pinched and pulled my nipples. My nips were so hard and erect they looked like a female's excited nipples. He rested his heavy, thick black cock in my white ass crack and moved his hips to slide it up and down my slot. I could feel the warm water from the shower running down my back and into my crack. It felt like water was trickling in and out of my asshole. My sphincter must have been fully dilated. I knew my sphincter dilated when I got aroused and it must have been wide open, receptive to a male sex organ.

Every few strokes Joe let the tip of his cock head dock with my asshole, entering only part way. What an incredible tease! But that was also my final safety stop too. Sucking Joe's cock, stroking it and tasting his pre- were all gay enough activities, but letting him penetrate my ass with his huge black cock would make me his gay bitch. I could still turn back. I looked back over at my shoulder at him. He was so beautiful, sexy, and lovable. Did I just say "lovable"? Was I thinking I was in love with this man? I wanted him to desire me as much as I desired him. Just then there was a loud knock at the hotel room door.

Joe pulled back, let his cock slide out of my ass crack, and turned to leave the shower. He took my hand in his and pulled me with him, like a guy guiding his girlfriend. He took me to the hotel room door. I assumed it was more room service. But we certainly weren't dressed to answer the door; we both had enormous hard-ons, were butt naked, and soaking wet. Still holding my hand, Joe looked through the peephole and whipped open the door before I could object. There stood a tall, incredibly handsome young black man in a tank top, shorts and flip-flops. "Darren, this is a buddy of mine, Brad. Brad is a firefighter also, from Chicago. And he has a big cock. Brad wants to watch us have sex."

Brad stared at our cocks bobbing in front of us, then looked over our sweaty, pumped bodies and smiled approvingly. People were talking and walking down the hallway, getting close to our open door. "Uh, nice to meet you, Brad. Come in, quickly." Brad stepped in, closing the door behind him as a group of firefighter-type guys was passing by. I wondered if they had seen two of their male cohorts, buck naked and soaking wet, with drooling, raging hard-ons, holding hands, greeting a third player.

Brad pulled his tank top off over his head and pulled his shorts to the floor. He had a fantastic muscular body. Joe wasn't exaggerating when he said Brad had a big cock. Brad's cock was starting to straighten and lift away from his pelvis as he looked at us. His pubic area was completely shaved and revealed a beautiful black organ. His cock was a little thinner than Joe's but a good inch and a half longer. He also had a large, sculpted, mushroom head. Joe spun me in a circle for Brad to examine me from all sides, like a bull at auction, and then led me to the giant bed. He pulled the bedspread down, revealing crisp white sheets, and then laid down on his back at the foot of the bed.

"Come up here on the bed with me, Darren, and mount my cock. Squat down on my cock until my black cock is deep in your white boy rectum." His shaft pointed straight up. Before I could respond, Brad grabbed me by my hips. He took a knee behind me and pulled my ass cheeks wide apart. He pressed his face into my ass and inserted his tongue into my asshole. I gasped with pleasure. Other than my fingers, his tongue was the first real flesh and blood penetration of my asshole. More pre- strands floated from my cock toward the floor. Brad slipped his tongue in and out of my asshole, pushing it deeper and licking my ass harder each time, circling the rim and tongue fucking my ass. Calling this off now just became impossible. I so wanted to give Joe exquisite pleasure, and make love to him, and I wanted him to love me back. Wait, I said I wanted him to "love me, back"?! I was really crushing on this guy.

"His fuck hole is ready to go, Joe. It's wide open, pleading for your cock," Brad said clapping his hands together. I climbed up on the bed and straddled Joe's waist. A long ribbon of pre- dripped down onto Joe's abs. As I lowered myself in a squat, my begging asshole hovering over his throbbing black cock, I thought, this is my last chance to change course tonight.

And then I thought, "What would my wife think if she was here right now watching this? “I pushed that thought out of my mind as I lowered myself further until his cone-shaped cock head was at the entrance to my anal tube. Once I made contact, I lowered myself further, squeezing past the flared part of his helmet until my rubbery sphincter opened and slipped over gripped his meaty black shaft. This was it; it was finally a reality. A man's cock had penetrated my asshole. I was a member of a whole new club now: men who have been fucked. But way better than that, I was being fucked by a man who I adored. His big cock easily slipped in and filled my ass with his beefy black man-flesh, and I hoped that soon his would fill me too.

In one steady, slow movement I slid all the way to the bottom of Joe's wonderful pole. I felt his fat cock head slide over my swollen prostate and I was in heaven. Joe let out a loud moan of pleasure. I put my hands on Joe's beefy chest and palmed his pecs. Using his chest for support I slid my ass up and down on Joe's cock, getting as long a stroke as I could without coming completely off his cock. As I picked up speed, Joe was only able to grunt with pleasure. The only sounds in the room were Joe's grunts, my panting yips of anal sex pleasure, and the squishing and flesh slapping sounds of my white ass being fucked by a real black man.

"Damn, that is a fucking beautiful sight!" exclaimed Brad. He was behind us watching Joe's black cock impale my white asspussy and stroking his own huge hard cock with both hands. "You sure are fucking his white boy hole good." My stiff cock was flopping up and down with each stroke.

"I'm fucking him," I said, panting from the physical exertion and from the pure pleasure I was experiencing, pleasure that only male to male anal sex can provide Pre- was drooled from my tingling cock.

"Not for long," Joe countered, as he rolled me onto my back, his cock still in my hole. He stood up and let his cock pop out of my tight boy pussy. He took my hand again and pulled me off the bed. He twirled me around facing the glass wall of the bedroom overlooking the city. I was in the same frisk position as before, only now he was pushing me harder against the glass as once again he easily slid his cock back into my asshole, burying it until our tight ball sacks were nearly touching. "Do you want this black cock, D? Do you want me to fuck your hole? Would you do anything to have me fill your boy pussy with my black cock?"

"Oh, god yes! I need you to use my pussy for your pleasure! Take me! Give me that cock!" I moaned.

He bent me over further so he could penetrate deeper into my velvety rectum. He pumped his cock into my ass for several minutes. The sensation of his big cock rhythmically moving back and forth over my hyper sensitive prostate was nothing short of euphoric. I was pressed against the glass wall looking over the city. I could see people and cars moving on the street below. There were other high rises nearby and I wondered if people were watching us. I was feeling the tingling wave of an orgasm starting to build, and I hadn't even touched my cock. A steady stream of pre- drizzled from my cock. I looked back over my shoulder to see how Joe was enjoying fucking me. Brad was stroking his own cock with both hands while standing next to Joe, watching.

Then disappointingly Joe slid out of my ass and moved over for Brad to have me. Brad enthusiastically slid his long cock deep inside me, after squeezing his mushroom head through my tight sphincter and over my swollen prostate making me moan with pleasure. I could feel him deep and at the front of my rectum. He started slowly and began picking up speed. His cock felt less fat but he was definitely hitting bottom. He moved in long, deep strokes. His big head rubbed along my prostate, sending electricity through my pubic region. My hard cock was bouncing now and dropping a non-stop series of pre- ribbons, forming and falling to the carpet. After a couple of blissful minutes he stopped and pulled out with a audible pop to let Joe back in. Now they were swapping back and forth, each thrusting their cocks in me for about twenty or so strokes bring me to the edge of an anal orgasm each time. It was a magnificent feeling to be getting used by these two Adonis's. I thought I saw a room with people in a nearby high rise turn out their lights so they could watch anonymously. Were they watching me getting fucked? I didn't care who saw me getting sodomized by these two beautiful black men. I only wanted it to continue.
After four or five swaps, Joe said, "I'm going to blow my load soon."

"Fuck. Me too," replied Brad. Joe took me by the hand again and led me back to the bed. I got on the corner of the bed on my hands and knees. Joe got behind me gripped white waist with his black hands and deliciously slipped his black greasy cock up my ass, he fucked my ass hard and deep again. I could tell this was going to be his last round before he orgasm. Brad got in front of me and pressed his cock head against my lips. I received his cock with my tongue and started stroking and sucking his long black meat. Pre- was dribbling out of his cock. At times they were both in sync, fucking me from both ends. It does not get any more homosexual than this, having two gorgeous, masculine black men fuck you from both ends, this was by far the best sex I have ever had. If Joe had any question about my sexual orientation before, it was gone now. This was not just a gay curiosity.

"Don't get any ideas, Brad. This is my boyfriend. I'm not willing to share. I just want to give him a good time," Joe panted. Did he just call me his "boyfriend"? Yes!

Brad was starting to shorten his strokes into my mouth to prevent himself from ing. I could feel his black shaft swell and his balls get tighter. I occasionally had to stop sucking Brad's cock as I experienced near orgasms from Joe's cock in my sensitive anus. Suddenly Brad let loose. "Ohh fuck! I'm ing. Shit, so hard, so good!" His beautiful black cock spasmed, pumping several long ropes of warm thick onto roof of my mouth and down my throat. I choked and coughed a bit as his salty sperm hit my gag reflex. I swallowed his load of delicious, slimy, salty . "Darren, you are a natural born cock sucker," Brad said as he milked the last of his into my hungrily sucking mouth.

"I told you he'd known what to do," Joe said as he fucked harder and deeper into my ass. "He's been holding back his whole life, waiting for this moment, waiting for me to make him a faggot. Oh fuck, I'm going to in his gay white hole!"

I noticed a buzzing sound. I spotted my phone vibrating on the bedside table. The caller's name flashed on the screen, "Delphina". Damn! I was supposed to call her hours ago. Joe's cock was now rubbing directly on my tingling prostate. I thought my orgasm would explode right then. Joe's thrusts were getting jerkier. I could tell he was building up to a huge orgasmic explosion himself. "Oh my god, Darren your tight hole is good. I am going to fill your white boy pussy with my nigger sperm. I love your asshole Darren. It was made for my black cock!" He began his thrusting for his final approach to orgasm.

I reached for my phone to tap the automatic response so she wouldn't think I was ignoring her call. Joe had buried his cock deep up my ass for the final time, his big black hands squeezed my white waist as his big cock throbbed and pulsed, I felt his wonderful warm filling my rectum. I tapped the phone and accidentally answered it instead of sending an auto message. Delphina's voice emitted from the phone speaker, "Hello, hello? Darren, are you there?" I tried to reach the phone to disconnect the call but it was now just out of range. It was on speaker and picking up all the sounds from the room.

"Del, yes, I was gonna, oh, oh, ohh, fuck yes!" my anal orgasm was ming now. My cock without being touched was squirting all over the bed. Joe's pulsating black cock and warm sperm on my prostate had triggered mine. It was the most intense anal orgasm I had ever felt, wave after wave of intense pleasure from deep within my body. "Oh fuck yes, Joe! Fill me with your sweet ! Fuck my ass! Fuck me full of ! I love your massive black cock! I love it!" I couldn't control what was coming out of my mouth. Pure orgasmic pleasure was driving my speech mechanism.

Delphina's voice got shrill, "Is this some kind of a fucking joke? Because I don't think it's funny!"

Joe was shooting his third and fourth load of deep in my ass as my spasming sphincter muscle milked the base of his black cock. My intense analy induced orgasm seemed to go on and on making me faint and light headed with pleasure. "Darren, goddamn! Your asshole is so sweet! I could fuck you every night! I love it! I love your white boy hole!"

Did Joe and I just profess our love for each other? While my wife listened? He pulled his cock out of my ass and I rolled over onto my back. Joe collapsed on top of me. We were a sweaty, soaked mess. We locked in a passionate embrace and we started passionately making out. Joe was pushing his tongue in my mouth and I sucked his tongue and pressed my lips hard against his. I still had some of Brad's in my mouth and we passed it back and forth until I swallowed it.

"I think I love you, D. I've known it for a while," he said pulling away from my mouth.

"Damn, Joe. I love you too. I've fantasized that this is how it would work out for us."

He pushed up from laying on me and picked up my phone from the nightstand. The call was still connected to my wife. He held it to my ear. "Uh, Del, I'm gonna have to call you back," I said. He hung up the phone and tossed it on the floor. We went back to making out, like teenagers.

Brad went back to the firefighter convention. Joe and I spent the rest of the week in my room, fucking and sucking, and talking, and getting to know each other better. The only times we left the room were to dine out, workout, or go for a run or a swim. The rest of the time Joe was fucking my ass, fucking my mouth, rimming my ass, and making out. We had bubble baths, shower sex, 69 sessions, we fucked in every imaginable position. I guzzled his delicious , lots of it. Other firefighters saw us playing in the pool together, massaging each other in the poolside cabanas, making out on the dance floor, in the sauna naked with my head on Joe's lap, and feeding each other at dinner. I guess there are some things more compelling than the fear of being humiliated by my firefighter coworkers, and coming out wasn't so bad, as long as I had the right person to do it for, besides me.

As for my wife, Delphina, she deserves someone who can appreciate her sexiness and give her what she wants, and of course who likes pussy. As for me, am I really homosexual? Abso-fucking-lutely.