A gay story: The Doorbell Rang
My name is Martin. I’m 34 years old white male,
5′ 9″s, 158 lbs. I’m average looking with an uncommonly young face that belies my age I’m told often. My mother was blessed with good genes and everyone says I take after her. She always did and still does look younger than her age. Her body type would be considered thick, her legs and her rear end especially. Dad would always tease her by saying, “Get your big butt over here honey.” But he said it affectionately, not insultingly. Unfortunately I inherited her thick legs and butt, thick from the waist down but thin and wispy from the waist up. I know I have a big rear end and I always planned to go to the gym and develop my upper body, but life gets complicated and distracting sometimes and unfortunately I never achieved that goal.
I don’t mean to suggest that I’m effeminate looking. I’m not. At least I don’t think I am. Nobody has ever mistaken for a woman once they have seen my face, but people are always surprised when I tell them my age, assuming I was much younger. Up til a few years ago, I would occasionally get carded when I went into a bar. Still, I’m hardly the rugged, manly man type. I’m pretty smooth with no hair on my chest, in fact I can’t even grow a decent beard or mustache. I was teased a little in my youth about my pronounced fat rear end, but nothing that gave me psychological problems.
I work for a computer tech company and make a very good salary. I do the bulk of my work at my desk at home, maybe going to the office only once or twice a week. I am married to a devoted wife for 6 years now that I love dearly. Marsha is a very attractive woman, actually a little out of my league. She has a great job and is the major bread winner between the two of us. We have lately been discussing having children and decided it was time, so that’s a work in progress, we’re trying.
I did some experimenting with gay sex when I was younger. After college, I had a roommate named Daniel for about a year and a half til he moved out of state. We exchanged blow jobs while drunk one night. It was me sucking him off first, then he reciprocated by putting my cock in his mouth for a minute at most, ending up just giving me a hand job. Harmless fun, just two young guys experimenting. I kept that a secret for life and still loved being with women, labeling myself a closet bisexual.
It became a regular thing for the better part of a year. I grew to love the feeling of his cock in my mouth as it quickly became the focal point of our hook ups. Like a baby with a pacifier, his cock in my mouth calmed me. I also enjoyed the power I had over sucking his erections and reveled in his compliments on my cock sucking ability.
It became obvious to me that I had a pretty submissive personality. I loved servicing him, and it rapidly evolved into just me sucking his cock almost nightly and some mornings too. I loved hearing him holler from his bedroom, “Martin, can you come in here please?” I knew what he wanted and I never refused him. There was no reciprocation for me after the first two times we hooked up, but that didn’t stop me from looking forward to every time he needed his release.
It progressed to him eventually fucking my ass, which hurt at first, but I quickly grew to love it. One night after giving him a 30 minute oral session, he still hadn’t cum, so he asked if we could try anal, and I readily agreed. When he fucked my ass, I could actually cum hands free just from having him pound my prostate. Him fucking my butt became part of our regular routine. If you have never had an anal orgasm, you don’t know what you are missing. It is the most intense thing in the world.
I put all that behind me when I got married, a thing of the past. It has been at least 10 years since I sucked a cock or had one up my ass. While I missed it terribly, I have been faithful to my wife and actually had no idea how to find a male sex partner anyway. Still, the memories, while a little dark and hidden away, never left me. I thought about servicing a cock often and would go to adult porn websites often and watch gay videos as jackoff fodder.
Yesterday, while my wife was at work, I found myself watching a gay porn video on my phone in the bathroom, trying to rub one out. I was wearing just an old t-shirt and some old gym shorts that were way too short to wear in public and that were pretty tight on my big ass too. I loved these shorts as they always made me feel sexy. I had my shorts around my ankles while I stroked my 5″ cut cock. Even though I had no intention of ever revisiting my past, the videos of guys worshiping big cocks really pushed my buttons. I would always imagine it was me doing the sucking. The video was of a gloryhole blowjob by a young guy sucking a huge cock through the hole in the wall. It was a hot video as the guy sucking was so passionate on how he handled that big cock.
I was right on the verge of cumming, just a few strokes away when the doorbell rang. Almost screaming out loud, I paused the video, shoved my hard on back in shorts and ran to the door to get rid of whoever it was so I could get back to my jack off session. There was a guy at the door that identified himself as a technician coming for a scheduled repair. I had completely forgotten about the dishwasher repair appointment my wife had told me about.
He was a young guy, 25ish, tall and skinny, with his hair pulled back in a ponytail. He wore a faded button down shirt with the company logo embroidered over the pocket. I showed him to the dishwasher and explained in detail what was going on with it. He took out some tools, spread out a small foam mat to kneel on and went to work immediately. I politely chatted with him and stood out of the way watching him while he worked. While he worked and we chatted, I did see him steal several glances at my shorts, which kind of turned me on.
After a few minutes he politely asked if could you use our bathroom, as he said he drank too much coffee this morning. I pointed to the bathroom and told him of course. He seemed like he was in there a very long time and after I heard him flush he came back into the kitchen holding my phone. I was horrified. He stood closer to me than is customary, which made me a little uncomfortable and added to my anxiety of being outed.
I blushed, praying he hadn’t opened it. He just smiled and handed it to me laughing, “That’s a pretty hot video you were watching.”
I was totally embarrassed and felt my face blush beet red. Then he shocked me by saying almost jokingly, “That guy on his knees can really suck a cock. I wish he was here right now. I could use a sucking like that.”
I didn’t respond to his comment as he stayed standing directly in front of me. Mortified where this conversation was going, staring down at the floor, afraid to make eye contact, I mumbled some reply incoherently that made no sense even to me.
There was an eerie silence for about 30 seconds when he asked, “So I spoke to a Mrs. Davis, was that your wife, your daughter, a friend?” he asked.