I would never have thought it would happen to me. I've always been a straight man but with certain peccadilloes...from time to time I dress in women's clothing and I enjoy the fantasy of making love with men, but it's only ever been a fantasy.
I'm happily married and I've never gone against the grain but, from time to time, when my wife and I are having sex, I imagine it's a cute guy I'm with and when I'm inside her I fantasize about penetrating a cute boy. Makes me cum every time!
My wife, or anyone else for that matter, doesn't know about my secret desires. I've always considered myself to be straight despite my fantasies and, occasionally, feeling attracted to certain guys from time to time. I'm sure lots of guys have similar dreams.
I'm a college lecturer and I took on a new class. And there was a cute guy in that class. Sexy hair, lovely body and the smooth skin of a 19 year old. And he had the most electrifying way of looking me directly in the eye...and smiling. Such a beautiful smile!
My fantasies were running wild but it was the double taboo of another guy and one of my students at that. My wife was the beneficiary of lots of hot sex while I secretly imagined I was with Scott. But of course I wouldn't succumb to temptation, or so I thought.
I was leaving college late one wintry Friday afternoon. It was freezing and the rain had turned to sleet. As my car approached the bus stop I could see one person standing there, and there was something familiar about them. As I slowed, sure enough, it was Scott looking as if the cold would get to him if the bus took much longer.
I couldn't just drive by, and besides, Scott had always looked at me in a way that said he enjoyed my company. So I pulled over, wound the window down and offered him a lift. We drove a few miles towards his home but he told me to stop a couple of streets away from his house. He still lived with his parents and didn't want to answer questions about getting dropped off. I got the feeling that his folks were a bit on the strict side.
He seemed to want to talk so I turned the engine off and we chatted, mostly about how strict his dad could be. He was always asking him about who he was out with, where he went and who he was seeing. He had a girlfriend and they'd managed to find an afternoon at her folks when no one was in. Condomed up, he'd had his first and only sexual experience and lost his virginity.
I was surprised that he was telling me all this and said that while I was flattered, it was maybe a bit inappropriate for us to be having such a conversation. "It's because I feel as if I can talk to you. There's a connection between us. Don't you feel it?" he said. I had to admit that I did.
So we chatted for about 30 minutes before he said that he'd better go; his folks would be wondering where he was. Inevitably the windows had steamed up by now and he caught me a little by surprise as he leaned over and kissed me full on the lips before thanking me for the lift and stepping out the car. I was left bewildered, and more than a little turned on, by that kiss. I knew it was wrong but I hardly slept that night for fantasizing about our bodies entwined and making love to each other.