I suppose I am just like the thousands if not millions who love their wife dearly but when there is no sex at home, frustration sets in big time. How many times can we jack off in the shower watching our love juices swirl down the drain until it no longer offers the deep satisfaction our sexual appetites require? Sure, most of us would fuck a strange woman in a heart beat but the last thing we need in our lives is a dangerous, marriage crushing affair or the pressure to give a commitment to a woman we really do not care for other than some one to unload our sperm into. Crass? Emotionless? Yes again, but each one of us who will honestly look into our hearts and minds will admit that it is true. Why am I making such an open admission? Because I have rationalized the reason I now look forward to the next man who will give me the ultimate in gratification by sucking my cock. There, I said it and see nothing wrong in two men secretly kissing, holding each others naked body and taking each others hard, lonely, needing, appreciative, ready cock in our mouths. But it has its moments, its beginning, its mental anguishes and decisions, the questions of right and wrong, of being discovered, of completing an act we may all have thought of in our quiet fantasies but have never actually carried out. Well I have written at length about the why now I will tell you how it all came to be.

My wife is not a prude but close to it when it comes to oral pleasures, hey she is great in bed but taking my cock into her mouth is one thing she has always refused to do throughout our entire married life, “you pee out of that and you want me to lick it?” She doesn’t mind when my tongue flits around her twat though before I stick my dick in. Our sex life was not great but it was normal, although our love making did came in bits and pieces now and then, nothing regular. About ten years ago I had a mild heart attack which required by-pass surgery, I was laid up for quite some time and recovery was slow but steady. One day while I was in the shower my wife walked in to put something in the clothes hamper, I was playing with my dick and it was reacting quite well in fact at least ninety percent hard and erect. I slid open the shower doors and stood there in all my glory displaying my beautiful hard cock and expecting a “come hither” response but was given a rude and crashing declaration, “there will be no more of that,” she declared as she abruptly left the bathroom. I don’t think I moved for at least five minutes just standing there trying desperately to decipher the words she just etched into my brain. I looked down at my cock that now hung limply into a saddened state as if hanging its head in sorrow. Making love is part of being in love, what is she saying, she no longer loves me?

I slipped on my house coat and went into the kitchen to confront her and get some sort of explanation. She calmly stated she loved me and would never again put the “strain on my heart” by making passionate love, no, we were old enough to accept the fact our love making is not needed in our marriage to be happy. Wait a minute, what the fuck is going on here? No, that was final; she loved me too much rather than take the risk of killing me during sex. I walked away confused, dumb founded, what more could I say, quite frankly I just did not know what to do?

Oh we still kissed periodically and gave each other affectionate hugs and repeated many times the words “I love you” but my sex life was in the shower pulling my wire or shooting into a sock lying next to her in bed while she slept. A few times I suspected she even knew what I was doing.

I like to keep fit using my treadmill three or four times a week or taking a drive out to a nature trail about twenty miles from our home to stroll along the paths and enjoy the fresh outdoors. There are usually a few men or women and couples who enjoy the trails and always someone saying hello or how are you, the odd time even stopping in idle conversation. One afternoon a man in his middle forties I had seen on the trails stopped to say hello and we chatted about the weather and news of the world. As we chatted he brushed his hand across his dick area a couple times never taking his eyes off mine and when he was sure I was fully aware of what he was doing he suddenly reached down and cupped his hand on my crotch. I have no idea why I did not flinch or even move but my non action put a smile on his face and he jerked his head nodding in the direction of the dense bush. The stranger walked about ten yards away and looked back to see if I was following. My feet moved in robot fashion toward him and I followed into the clump of fir trees not sure why because truly I am far from being naïve and I knew what he was asking me to do. I found him in a small clearing hidden completely from the main paths; he had his pants down to his ankles and was slowly stroking his cock. When I got closed enough he undid my belt, latch and lowered my zipper, I stood in front of him like a little boy being seduced by an older man. He stroked my cock and I was so hard. He guided my hand to his hard on and I cupped my fist around it, his cock was so warm, so hard, it felt so good to the touch. He expertly played with my balls and cock and even caressed the curves of my ass and then squatted down onto his knees. When I felt the warm, moist inner portions of his mouth and his silky tongue sucking me I completely melted, my body became totally receptive and I was witnessing something my senses had always craved but had never known the true sensation. He held my ass cheeks in both his hands and sucked me, and sucked me until I felt the molten lava of love juice arise within me and like a bolt of lightning shoot out the end of my cock into his sucking, slurping, swallowing mouth. I had never, ever experienced an ejaculation as intense and satisfying, my body wilted and I swear I had the feeling my entire body had been loosed of all its liquid. He stood up and said “thanks”, pulled up his pants and left me alone in the clearing. Thanks? My gosh, it is me who should have said thanks.

Well, for the next two years I went back to that nature trail, not often, just when the need was too overwhelming to take care of myself. I never met a partner all the time but learned how to be friendly to the right persons if you can read between the lines. In that two year span I guess I was sucked off about twenty times by around ten different men, I am fairly well hung so there were repeat performances.

One Fall evening at ten o’clock I went for a walk down out country road just to get a little air and quiet time when I met our neighbors son, he is in his middle thirties. We said the obligatory greetings and he said he was getting his travel trailer ready because he was leaving the following week to share the trailer with a friend as living quarters near their work place. He asked if I would like to see the inside and I told him I would. It was small but big enough for two people I guess for short term living, it had everything one would need including stoves, beds, bathroom and living room areas. It was quite nice. During my tour I asked who his partner was and he replied with a man’s name which surprised me for a second until he admitted openly that he was gay.

“You don’t like gays”? he asked.

“No, to the contrary, I have had a few gay friends,” I replied.

“Close friends”? he smiled.

“I am not one tell tales out of school”, I teased.

“Really, well would you like to ……..

And he leaned over and kissed me.

He kissed me and I kissed him back and we continued to kiss. I was kissing a man; I was actually kissing a man and liking it.

It was cool and we only took our pants off and lay on the trailer floor. He took my cock into his mouth and began to suck, it was wonderful. We squirmed around and somehow were in a sixty nine position side by side, his gorgeous, very large cut hard cock only inches from my face. Without thought I pulled him close to me and took his cock into my mouth, I rolled my tongue around his smooth knob and leaned forward to take him deep and I began to suck. My cock was in a boy’s mouth and his cock was in mine, I had just had my first man kiss and now I was sucking a cock,……and I liked it. I played with his balls and ass cheeks and ran my hands up under his sweater rubbing his back and chest, his nipples and returned to his firm young ass. I could feel him licking my balls and then back to sucking my cock; I stiffened and came in his mouth. I heard him moaning a sound of approval and he sucked until I was spent and soft. He then got to his knees and jacked off into a hand full of Kleenex. I kissed for the first time, I sucked cock for the first time and although I never tasted come for the first time that night I assure you I have tasted it many times since from a variety of clean, selective partners. I have learned how to sidle up behind a friendly ass and insert my hard cock and fuck a man into paradise, I have yet to be fucked but who knows, I am sure one day I will even venture into letting a man do me.

I still love my wife with all my heart, I am still a very good husband and father but man was put on this Earth to love and be loved and I have no shame, guilt or remorse for having secret sex with a man, like I said, there are thousands if not millions of men just like me.