I thought I was completely straight most of my life. Well, that was what I was trying for, but I'd think about guys on occasion. I'd think about them in a very sexual way, in a gay way. When I did, I fell to my knees...to pray that gay away. I was from a very religious background and, for me, being gay was absolutely not an option. When I was in my twenties, I had some gloryhole encounters at college. But I was ridden with guilt about doing it. I couldn't live that way, so I got married and did everything everyone expected me to do as a "straight" guy. Still I thought I might be a bit bisexual, but I was married and that was that. That lasted until I was in my late thirties.
I'd fuck my wife as a dutiful husband. I'd get horny as guys do and need to release a load. If I busted a nut, I wouldn't daydream about having some guy blow me at a gloryhole. If I drained my heavy nuts, I wouldn't fantasize about playing with some random hot guy's dong. It usually started if I saw some half-naked hunk on TV. I'd sit there watching a "Dukes of Hazzard" rerun and see those good ol' boys stripped down and working on a fence, feeling a boner developing in my pants. I'll go find my wife and get her into the bedroom.
We would get undressed and get into the bed. I really just wanted to fuck her pussy and cum. She'd always need a bit of foreplay. I'd end up with my face in her pussy with my hands on her tits, my thumbs strumming her nipples and my tongue making circles around her clit. But in my mind, I was thinking about the bare-chested, blue-jeaned Bo and Luke Duke from the TV show and what I wanted to do with their hard muscular bodies.
I got pretty good at working my wife into a sexual frenzy. I became an expert at giving her pussy a good workout with my mouth. Once we were naked, I'd give her a kiss and let my hand run down her body to her pussy, petting and rubbing it softly. I'd tease her with light touches of my fingertips. When she had gotten to that point of pushing my head down, I knew she wanted my tongue in her pussy. I'd slide down her body, kissing and licking her curves. I'd grab her ankles and part them so I was face to pussy. I'd get everything lubricated with a few wet kisses before pushing my tongue inside her inner lips and rolling my tongue around her opening. I'd slide my tongue from the bottom to the top where her lips met, lapping up and down until her clit poked out from its hood. I'd slide my tongue around her clit, teasing her. After the big tease, the tip of my wet tongue tickled her clit. I'd end up with two fingers inside her and my tongue tapping on her clit by the time she was begging for my big cock inside her. But even when my cock was pumping into her, my fingers were toying with her pussy too. She probably thought the only thing on my mind was her pussy. If she only knew that my mind was thinking about the neighbor's twenty-something son outside mowing the lawn shirtless, his gym shorts barely hanging on his slim hips. When he was outside, I'd flip her onto her stomach and watch him from the bedroom window as I rammed in and out of her, imagining my cock was deep inside him.
I was always sad when he'd have to go back to college. I'd have to make do with watching guys in porn late at night on the computer and replaying the scene in my head later while fucking her. One session had me staring at the cover of People magazine with the half-naked cast of Magic Mike XXL on it beside the bed, pretending I was massaging one of the guy's meaty pecs instead of my wife's titties as I fucked her.
It got hard to fuck her eventually. I'll just get up at night to rub one out in the bathroom or to bust a load into some tissue at the computer watching guys jerk on cams. I was always scared she'd catch me looking at 21-year-old muscle hunks showing off their perfect masculine bodies and big erect cocks. Sometimes I'd catch her in bed, completely naked and fingering her pussy. I'd have to fuck her so she'd go to sleep so I could go watch some hot dude from Colombia online chat about his first time with a guy before masturbating his big uncut cock. I just knew she'd catch me one day, and then I'd be fucked.
I had a free Saturday so I spent it outside cleaning around the house, mowing the lawn, and moving some big shrubs. The neighbor's son was home for a few weeks on vacation and he happened to spot me outside struggling with a boxwood. He introduced himself as Lee. He leaned against the fence and offered to give me a hand. He told me he had done everything he could at his parent's house and was kinda bored. I told him to come on over and get to work.
Now Lee was an incredibly handsome muscular twenty-something. The first thing he did when he got into my yard was to strip off his shirt. He crouched down to help me position a shrub I was transplanting. He turned his cap back before grabbing the woody stem and easily manipulating the big root ball into place. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him; you could see the veins on his arms. He wasn't the heavy body-builder type, but you could tell he had spent some time in the gym with his v-shaped body. He was a very light blond with a deep tan. Come to find out that he was majoring in landscape architecture and loved being outside in the sunshine.
Lee had a big gorgeous smile, the kind that made dimples on his cheeks. His bright blue eyes were the kind that were so blue you couldn't believe they were real.
We worked hard for a few hours and decided to take a break. I asked Lee if he wanted a cold beer as we walked to the porch sipping on some warm water. He sat down on the sun lounger and I went inside to the kitchen. I pulled off my sweaty shirt and tucked it into my shorts. I grabbed the beers and started to go back outside when I observed him through the window. He was laid back in the lounger with one hand rubbing against his thick thigh. I could make out an outline of a semi-hard cock in his shorts. His other hand was fiddling with the hem of his shorts leg.
I could feel my own cock growing in my shorts. I sat the beers on the counter and adjusted my sweaty shirt so it hung in front to hide it.
"Wow, for an older guy you're jacked," he said, smiling at me as I walked out. I saw his eyes dart over my body, "I fucking wish I could grow chest hair like that, dude." He rubbed a hand over his thick pecs with its light patch of golden hair.
I handed him a beer and sat in the chair across from him.
"Cheers!" I said before taking a cold swig.
He answered me back and took a drink. I sat there admiring his young muscular body.
