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This story is a work of fiction. I, as the author, do not condone any act or activity in the story. All characters in this story are 18+ years old. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, and any resemblance of places current or past, are purely coincidental. You may not reproduce this story, in whole or in part, as it is an original work by the author.
Inside Jacket Synopsis, Part 2: A 22-year-old married man thinks he went through a gay phase when his interest wanes in his secret partner Glen. Then he discovers a bit more about his physical self while alone. What does this mean for him?
Personal note: The activities, objects, and feelings are true, but not the names and exact places. This is a chronological continuation of the "Budding Sexuality with Glen" series. This series is the next stage in our relationship where it's a foregone conclusion that Glen and I are a "couple" without saying it outright.
This is a needed bridge to the next story. This stands on its own pretty well, but if you want the story of how it all got here, please read the "Budding Sexuality with Glen" series.
Continuing Adventures with Glen, Part 2
"Where was this going with Glen?" I thought a few days after Glen and I had sex for the third time. Susie and I had a great life with jobs, friends, family, and building a life. I was now about midway through college and we were soon moving to a rental home, out of our small apartment.
Susie and I had great sex twice the week after Glen fucked me, but I questioned my life and choices after each time. The last time with Glen wasn't great and I was a bit turned off from gay sex for a bit because it hurt since I rushed it. This made me seek "normalness" in Susie; I had a warm, wet vagina nearby with a woman I loved.
I didn't love Glen, I was enraptured with giving myself to Glen, to give him my special place to plant his seed. Well, I did love his smooth body which had just the right amount softness. And, I still lusted after the double-dildo I bought myself after leaving Glen's house, but it now seemed too much of a hassle.
I should probably touch on my situation with Susie and Glen. Susie and I dated for a number of months before getting married 18 months after we met. She was smart, fun, and mature for her early 20s age. She was average height and build, and wore her hair short in that late 90s way. She wasn't a "looker" by most standards, but was very cute and sexy enough that sex was good. I was attracted to most of what she had as a woman. Susie had graduated college while we were dating and was the impetus for me to start college at 19. While we dated, I developed a budding friendship with Glen and his friends who would frequent a restaurant I worked at during the 3rd shift. Eventually, Glen invited me to work at a bar/restaurant he worked at as it was a lot more money, and more fun. Soon after starting there, Glen and I started flirting and groping. I didn't know what I was doing and thought it wouldn't go anywhere, but as time went on, my self sexual discoveries converged with Glen.
Glen was somewhere in his 20s, maybe late 20s as a guess, but he had the type of body and skin that defied an indication of age. He was of an Asian/Euro ethnicity so his skin was smooth and he never needed to shave. He was of average build, a little shorter than my 6 feet tall, with rounded features that made him soft in a good way. Glen had black, short hair and was a good natured person who laughed a lot. I didn't expect my solo sexual discoveries would lead to having sex with Glen, and cheating on Susie throughout our dating and marriage, but it did.
After the weekend Glen and I last fucked, I called in "sick." I thought I satisfied my desire to explore anal sex, and figured it was a gay or bi phase I had gone through. I wasn't gay anyway so why continue to worry about it? In addition, Susie and I were moving across town, school was getting busier, and I was going to add a weekday retail job.
I returned to the bar the following weekend. Glen said he missed me and I returned the sentiment half heartedly. Our flirting was a lot less and there was no petting involved. After a fairly calm night, we went to the after-bar party for a drink. I finally told Glen about how busy I was and the move. I felt like it was a flood of excuses, but Glen said he understood and not to leave him hanging too long. I left the party early without guilt, but with questions in my head as to why I kept wanting to maintain our friendship.
Susie and I made the move to our new place and I was careful to keep my stash of toys hidden in the spare tire wheel well of my car. A search around our new rental house yielded no hiding places for my toys. My stash was outgrowing the spare tire well in my car and I wanted easier access to it.
After we settled in from the move and normalized life again I worked the bar the next few weekends. Though, I went straight home after closing it and told Glen some real, and made-up excuses. Mostly it was just that I was tired after my weekday job and schoolwork and general lack of interest in messing with Glen. I also had a weight on me about cheating on Susie. Glen and I still flirted, but a lot less. Getting close to him just wasn't top of mind.
At one point, Glen wanted me to be a DJ partner with him for a weekend gig. During the gig, at a high school dance, we sat behind a covered table and I would casually sneak touches of Glen when no one was around. I wanted his attention, but not really in a sexual way. His return touches made my cock stir throughout the night and eventually got me thinking of fooling around with him again. It was like my body and mind knew what it wanted, but I was thinking the opposite.
As we packed up the DJ equipment Glen asked, "Is something wrong? You know I miss you." This took me aback as he never really talked seriously. I felt bad as I realized I had ignored how much we had going and it was probably hurting him. That "unspoken" couple-hood really was going on between us!
