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He always thought he would love it. But as Tim lay spent, his lover on top of him, he now came to grips with who he really was. And it made him smile as he thought back to how he had arrived at this point in his life.
Tim rushed into his office, late again, the kids had been especially challenging getting to school today. He had given his wife a quick peck goodbye, the most physical contact they'd had for a while. Tim had a good life, for sure, yet he had gotten to that age where he was doing a lot of soul searching. Something was missing, that spark in your life that pops you out of bed every morning.
He loved his wife, but their lives were so busy these days that they were partners more than lovers. They still had sex occasionally, Tim usually having to be the one to initiate things. But their love making was really routine, and they mostly didn't talk much in bed.
This only caused Tim's mind to wander, to sexy thoughts that didn't involve his wife. In fact, thoughts that he didn't dare share with her. Thoughts of trying new things. Thoughts of submissiveness, thoughts of being fucked, not by his wife, or even another woman. But deep down buried thoughts of being with a man.
For most of his adult life Tim's had fantasies like these. He mostly chalked it up to curiosity, and never considered acting on them. He had been with his wife for many years, and had generally been satisfied sexually. But as they got older, and kids had entered the picture, their sex life had waned.
Lately his imagination worked overtime, certainly because he jerked off more frequently than when they were younger. But he found his thoughts drifting more and more to men, what it might be like to try something different. He'd never really noticed guys physically, having always been attracted to women. But he read stories on Literotica, and started watching more porn, and couldn't tear his eyes away from the cocks on screen. Wondering what it must be like to be on the receiving end, letting a guy use his body as he pleased.
These fantasies seemed to dominate his thoughts lately. To the point where when he did make love to his wife, all he could think about was being on the receiving end of a nice thick cock. He always wondered if he'd have the nerve to really go through with it, to really be with another man, but he figured he'd never get the chance to know. But then his luck changed.
As he walked to his office that morning, he noticed someone struggling with a large box. That's when he remembered the office down the hall had been rented out, and this must be the new tenant. He walked over to the guy to ask him if he needed help. "Yes, that would be great" the voice replied, although he couldn't see him behind the box. Tim grabbed the other side and the two of them carried it into the office. When they finally set it down, they stood up and their eyes met. The man spoke.
"Thanks, I appreciate the help. I'm Dean by the way."
As he spoke they continued to make eye contact, and Tim felt a jolt of electricity as he shook his hand introducing himself. Dean was a bit older than Tim, and he had an air of confidence about him. He was a handsome man, no doubt. Tim felt a little flush as their handshake ended. Dean asked him if he wouldn't mind helping with a few more boxes.
As they worked together, Tim noticed Dean's body in a way that he hadn't with other men before. He was aware of his strong arms and chest, and even made note of his nice ass as he bent over at one point. When they were done Dean thanked him and asked Tim if he could take him to lunch sometime to repay him.
"Sure" Tim had blurted out, his enthusiasm hardly concealed, and he thought he saw a sly smile on Dean's face at that. He gave Dean his email address and they said their goodbyes. As he walked to his own office, Tim became aware that his cock was a bit hard and he had to adjust himself before walking in.
That night Tim couldn't stop thinking about their encounter. Had he imagined the connection between them? And what was he really imagining, that he was attracted to Dean, that something might happen between them? He reasoned with himself that it was all in his head, Dean was just being friendly.
But that night Tim initiated sex with his wife, sex that was more passionate than usual. At least on Tim's side, as he couldn't stop thinking about Dean to the point that he almost moaned his name as he came deep in his wife from behind.
The next day as he sat at his desk, an email popped up. Butterflies popped into his stomach as he saw it was from Dean. He wanted to have lunch today. Tim couldn't write back fast enough to say sure, he would love to. They met in the parking lot and agreed on a cafe a couple of miles away.
They chatted on the way, almost like old friends. Dean was very friendly, putting Tim at ease. But as Dean drove, Tim kept stealing glances at him, which Dean caught at one point and just smiled. At the cafe, they chatted a lot, getting to know each other. Tim shared that he was married with kids, telling stories of chaos in his household. Dean mentioned that he was single, having been in a relationship with a man for a few years.
Tim realized his instincts had been correct about Dean and he found himself asking many questions about his past lover. Dean shared, all the while taking note that Tim's interest was more than just being friendly. As they pulled into the parking lot, Dean turned to Tim and said he really enjoyed their lunch. Tim agreed, as they stared at each other.
"So when can I see you again?" Dean asked.
As he said this he rested a hand on Tim's leg. Tim was frozen, knowing this was a rather loaded question. But as he looked into Dean's eyes, he just melted.
"Whenever you'd like." Tim replied.
They stared at each other, nothing else needed to be said at this point, and they got out and walked back to their respective offices, giving each other a friendly public goodbye.
Later that day Tim got an email from Dean. "Ok, can't stop thinking about that lunch. And you. Lunch tomorrow?"
"Me too," Tim wrote back. "That sounds great".
As they continued chatting, Dean mentioned how he loved to cook, finally suggesting they go to his place for lunch so he could cook for him. Tim didn't take long to write back that he'd love that.
Once again that night Tim couldn't get Dean off his mind. He kept telling himself it was just lunch, nothing was going to happen. Besides, it's probably all in his head, Dean wasn't really coming on to him. But after his wife fell asleep, Tim quietly went to the bathroom to jerk off and it didn't take long for him to cum hard, thoughts of Dean swirling in his head.
The next day, Tim found himself sitting on the balcony of Dean's condo, the delicious lunch he had made long since eaten. The conversation had been friendly up to this point, nothing too suggestive. They finished up and were getting ready to head back. As they walked to the door, Dean turned back to look at Tim, and then suddenly leaned forward to kiss him on the lips.
It was a sweet kiss, and Dean pulled away, saying "sorry, I just couldn't help myself." Tim was stunned, but instinctively he leaned forward himself and began kissing Dean back. They embraced now, their kissing getting more intense. Tim finally pulled away, a bit light headed.
