A gay story: Word Gets Around
This story is fictitious. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Hi, my name is Jim and I am in my 40s. I have been happily married to my wife, Joan, for 15 years. I am an insurance agent and have my own business. My wife works at city hall as a clerk, and together we are actively involved in our neighborhood groups, PTA, and YMCA, and we even have a great social life. Everything was going great until one day when I almost lost everything that I love most.
My wife and kids have no idea that I am bisexual. Ever since I was 14, I have had a sexual desire for men, and unlike sexual intercourse with women, sex with men makes me feel differently satisfied.
I love sucking cock and enjoying the feeling of cum in my mouth. To keep my secret life hidden from my wife and family, I have been very careful.Usually, when the urge to have sex with a man becomes strong, I go to my long-time friend and we satisfy each other. To keep things interesting, every now and then I make a new bisexual friend through chat rooms and usually end up having sex with them.I have been doing this since I got married to Joan, and no one has found out.
About two months ago I met a guy on the chats who lives in the next town. His name is Don. We chatted for some time and seemed to be compatible with each other. He said he was studying to be a hair stylist. After a few days of chatting he invited me to his house. I told Joan I was going out for a while, kissed her and the kids and drove to Don’s house.
After we had a beer we relaxed on his couch and began to undress each other. He clicked an X-rated movie on the TV and as we watched I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. He was well built with washboard abs. As he removed my shirt I unzipped his fly and his wonderful, very hard, cock sprang up into view. He was circumcised and there was a little precum beading on the tip. I lowered my head and licked the sweet liquid. Meanwhile, Don had my jeans down to my ankles and was licking my 8 inch hard cock. He licked up and down the length of it and I felt it pulse against his tongue.
I suggested we move to his bedroom but he said, “No, I want you right now!”
So we got completely naked and rolled onto the floor. We got into a 69 position and sucked on each other’s cock. His was about 6 inches and so delicious! He was trying to deep throat me but I heard him choking and he backed off a little. I hadn’t cum for over a week and my brain was overloaded.
“Take it slow Don,” I said. “I’m close to cummimg already.” He slowed down and I was able to hold back my orgasm for a while longer.
Meanwhile, I was really enjoying the taste of his cock. I love to deep throat and so I was doing that frequently. I was amazed that he could hold his cum so long while I know what a good job I was doing on him. He was feeling my ass and caressing my balls. His mouth felt so good on my cock. We could hear each other slurping as we sucked. Soon, I felt my cum rising from my tight balls.
“Can’t hold out any longer Don, your mouth feels so good.” I said.
“Let it come,” he mumbled around my cock.
I felt my cum shooting into Don’s mouth. My orgasm went through my whole body. I tingled all over. It was a good one. I could hear Don gulping and slurping as my cum filled his mouth. He held my now softening cock in his mouth as he swallowed. He then licked my cock and balls, cleaning me.
Don was still hard as a rock I got on my knees as he lay on his back. I bent over and took his cock back into my mouth. I sucked him deep a few times, feeling his cock enter my throat. Each time I did this Don moaned in ecstasy. He reach up and put his hands on the back of my head and forced me in deeper (as if I needed to be forced). I knew he was about to cum when he wailed, “Ahhhh.” I backed off just a little so I could taste his sperm. I felt his cock pulse as it began shooting cum. The first shot hit the roof of my mouth, the second hit the back of my throat and the rest of his cum was coating my tongue. I was reveling in it. After I sucked him dry I held his cock in my hands and tilted my head to let Don’s seed slide down my throat.
Just as I was doing that the front door opened. My head jerked up and turned. Cum ran over my lips and dribbled down my chin. I was staring at Richard Henley!
Richard Henley is the local barber who cuts my hair and just about everyone else’s hair. He knew me and my wife well and he was the biggest gossip in town.
He looked at us and we sat there shocked.
“Ah, ah, I was just returning Don’s clippers; I had them sharpened for him.” Richard stuttered. “I did knock. I guess you didn’t hear me.”
I finally came out of shock and Don and I quickly dressed. There was nothing to say to explain what we were doing. It was obvious. My mind was whirling. “I’m doomed,” I thought to myself. “Everything is ruined. How could I let myself get into this? Joan will surely leave me and my sons will disown me.” I was devastated.
Richard looked at us and said, “Everyone has different tastes. I know you must be afraid I will tell people about what I’ve seen, but don’t worry. I can keep a secret.”
Don and I looked at each other. We were both thinking, “Bullshit!” Don was single and his friends knew he was bi, so he was OK with it.
Richard left and Don apologized for leaving his door unlocked. I drove home with a heavy heart. Should I come clean and tell Joan all about what I’ve been doing all these years? Should I lie and say I just was curious and wanted to try it? Either choice would probably end our marriage. I decided to do nothing and let the chips fall where they may.
Every day after that I expected to see Joan greet me with horror. As each day went by I was a wreck. We went to church on Sunday and I felt terrible. I looked at every parishioner wondering, “Does he know? Does she know”? Every day I waited for the other shoe to drop.
Surprisingly several weeks went by with nothing unusual happening. Did Richard really intend to keep the secret? Knowing Richard, I didn’t believe he could. Of course I refrained from contacting any men. I became the well behaved husband and father. Joan didn’t seem to notice.
Then one day Joan came home from a meeting at the library with her reading group.
“Honey,” she said, “do you know Fred Parks very well?”
I didn’t, so I said, “I know he’s on the School Board but I never met him.”
“Well, he wants to see you for something,” she said. “I told him you would call him.”
Suddenly I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. “Oh my God,” I thought. “School Board. He must know!” I began to sweat.
“Are you OK?” Joan asked.
“Yeah, I guess I’m having a hot flash, ha, ha,” I said nervously.
I walked down the hall to my office and sat at my desk. I called Fred Parks and held the receiver in a shaking hand.
“Hello,” came a woman’s voice.
“Ah, hi. Is Mr. Parks there?”
“Who may I say is calling?”
“This is Jim Whitman,” I said softly. “Mr. Parks wanted to talk to me.”
“Oh, yes of course. I’ll get him. Hold on.”
I sat there feeling sick. I really thought I would throw up any second.