Dating Men

I'll just say it like it is, I'm gay as fuck.

Qualifying that, there are many flavors of gay; some are masculine on masculine, some are effeminate on effeminate, some are masculine on effeminate. To each their own. With me, I have always had a sense of femininity in my gayness. I could be having sex with another guy and be without any hint of feminine attire, completely nude male, yet inside me I would feel so very feminine. I'm no stranger to panties, lingerie and cross dressing, yet those things are not always present in my effeminate homosexuality.

Another thing that I would like to qualify is that many men who identify and act out their sexuality in this effeminate nature and love having sex with masculine men, we still are very much attracted to and turned on by naked women. We are equally proud masturbating to images of naked women as we are sucking cock. It's just that our effeminate homosexuality makes sex with men more exciting.... and, as if a woman would want to have sex with us, anyway. Oh, whatever, let me go on.

Divorced, living alone in a small house, I was now free to express and experience my sexuality. At work or out in public, you probably couldn't tell or notice. I have no need to broadcast my gayness, my own business is my own business. I have been a closet homosexual for years before my divorce.

I occasionally had sex with guys while married, a lot of guys do, never letting on to anyone. In a subset of male sexuality, "down low" sex with another guy is quite common. For me it was always exciting and got me off. Yes, sometimes it seemed forced and there was a little bit of guilt being married and doing this. Yet I pretty much knew that I was gay long before I was married when I was no stranger to hooking up with other guys. Based on family, upbringing and where you live, being gay, coming out as gay is just not that easy. I love naked women, sex with my wife used to be good and all, but sex with another guy was just so exciting, the taboo thrill of being naked with him, kissing him, sucking cock.

It began to intensify when I became friends with Jimmy at work. We worked together for a long time and had that buddy/buddy connection like with friends in high school. Jimmy and I didn't really hang out together outside of work, it was mainly a work friendship. He had a wife; I had a wife. He had a life; I had a life. Eventually we did start hanging out outside of work, beers at sports bars, sometimes a movie with the wives. His wife Karen really liked my wife Debbie, but Debbie was not very social, so they never hung out apart from us.

There were times when it seemed like Jimmy wanted to tell me something, but always seemed to clam up. That changed one night when I was over at his place having drinks when Karen was out of town. We'd tipped a few and were very mellow and relaxed on the couch.

Jimmy and I were good buds, it was good to have a good friend, but I was not going to tell him that I was probably gay and loved sucking cock. That is something that you just don't tell people, no matter how good you think you might know them. It'll get back to his wife, then from his wife back to mine. Uhh uh, ain't gonna go there. But Jimmy went there:

"Bobby, I think that I'm gay," he told me.

Wow, we looked at each other in not very sober disbelief. I set my drink down, looked him straight in the eye and told him:

"Me too. I know I am," told him.

Dead silence as we stared at each other in amazement. I never would have told him if he hadn't told me first. Our beings were shaking with excitement. It's one thing to sneak around and suck a little cock behind your wife's back in an anonymous homosexual encounter. It feels good in your penis but leaves you empty and guilty inside. To be sitting there next to your good friend, realizing that you are both "gay" was quite an enlightening moment. And at that moment we knew that it could only mean one thing.

Jimmy took my hand and lifted me off the couch. We joined our lips together for a sweet tender kiss. When it broke, he whispered "I want to be gay with you Bobby. Let's go be queers together."

A first-time sexual experience with another person can be life changing if it is wonderful. With Jimmy, in the bedroom he slept in with his lovely wife, it was a mad rush of kissing and taking our clothes off. Not sure if my penis had ever been more erect. After some hungry naked kissing by the bed, tugging on each other's cocks it was breathless as we began our homosexual adventure.

Jimmy told me "Hold on, I want to act really gay with you" as he went to his wife's dresser, pulled out a matching pair of panties and loose satin chemise in light pink with black polka dots. When he climbed onto the bed with me, he told me "I want to be the girl for you, it makes me feel so gay."

Truth be known, I was a lot like Jimmy in that my homosexuality was of an effeminate queer nature, I was a bottom, and I knew it. I wasn't a gay crossdresser like I was going to find out that Jimmy was, but I was no stranger to how panties and lingerie made me feel when having sex with other men. Another truth in all of this was being swishy, femmy, faggy and gay talking with a lisp while I was with a masculine man, I really discovered the true depths of my homosexuality, and it really got me off.

Being naked with Jimmy as he was expressing his effeminate queerness was pretty fucking hot. Any of you that have experienced a loving, clandestine homosexual affair knows what I'm talking about. It doesn't have to be a classic Alpha/beta exchange where a masculine top dominates an effeminate bottom, though another truth is, I enjoy that VERY, VERY much. No, here with Jimmy it was just two closet queers do what closet queers do with each other; kiss like long lost lovers and suck each other's cock.

It was fabulous finding out Jimmy was gay and then going to bed with him. He moaned and whimpered and slinked around in the pink panties and chemise as we played with each other. If people ever wonder what two queers do in bed together, well this was it. We kissed as we stroked each other's penis, and we took each other's cocks into our mouths for hungry, ravished cock sucking. We did some pretty fucking horny sixty-nine. Sucking cock as yours is getting sucked is very fucking gay. And hot.

"I love you Bobby," Jimmy told me. "Make love to me sweetie," he said as he placed my very erect penis at his tight hole.

Yeah, I know I'm a bottom also, but in the heat of passion with lovely and effeminate Jimmy pleading so sweetly, I wasn't opposed to screwing my gay buddy. It had been over a month since I had sex with my wife, she just wasn't very interested in sex anymore, despite how pretty she was. Jimmy got up and retrieved some lube from the nightstand and pulled me up off the bed. We stood by the bed kissing and playing with each other's erections when Jimmy pulled off the panties, faced the bed and he fumbled for my cock as I lubed it and pressed it at his hole from behind. Guessing Jimmy had been fucking himself a lot with toys. He was tight, but I slid in fairly easily.

Nothing could be more gay than humping Jimmy from behind, butt fucking him excitedly as he whimpered and moaned in the chemise and stroked his own penis. I couldn't believe how hard I was and how good this felt, stabbing my penis between his boyish buns. It was so arousing humping him from behind, holding onto his hips as we stood by the bed, fucking like horny puppies. I didn't last long and squirted my semen into his tender, eager boy pussy.

In my arousal after pulling out with my semen dripping out down his legs, I knelt at the foot of the bed turned Jimmy around and began licking at his erect penis as he stood there, erection waving proudly. Jimmy, as I had noticed while we rolled around in bed playing with each other's penis, had shaved his pubes and testicles as smooth as a nubile hairless twink. As I licked up his love stick, his smooth hairless penis quivered excitedly as I wetted it with my mouth and tongue. I licked it lavishly as Jimmy shivered and moaned, telling me "oh Bobby, I love you, I feel so gay with you. Karen doesn't make me feel this good."

With that, I went wild sucking and licking off my newfound homosexual lover. Being gay with Jimmy was better than any gay lover I had ever known, except perhaps a boyfriend I had in high school. Both Jimmy and I had long luscious penises, regardless of our effeminate fairy gayness. His penis tasted so fucking good as I pleasured it hungrily. Cock sucker, sucking cock. Throating his cock, then licking all over his balls and back to eager cock sucking, Jimmy was shaking as he moved his hips involuntarily humping to my sucking.

"Oh Bobby, oh Bobby, oh Bobby, oh Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. You make me feel so gay. Karen doesn't know how much I like this. I'm s-tho gay, thuch a fairy, s-tho gay!"

With that, his penis tingled and squirted his naughty discharge in my mouth. His semen tasted so fucking good. Hungrily, I sucked and licked him off. Finally, I arose, kissed him madly and threw him on the bed, joining him as we reveled in our gayness.

We kissed and nuzzled and spoke of our amazement about discovering that we were both gay. Jimmy went and peed, as I soon did as well. As friends, as buddies and now as gay lovers we were so pleased and excited as we professed our happiness that we were more than just friends, we were 'married closet queers" as he put it. Not too many minutes long after, we were hard and horny again kissing each other as we masturbated each other. It was so hot playing with his dick as he played with mine, I loved cumming to his excited fondling of my penis.

The next evening Karen was still away and we played together again like the excited horny queers we always wanted to be. From there Jimmy and I were closet gay lovers. Being married, it was not always easy the be alone together. Many times, at work we'd find ways just for quick kissing in like stairwells, bathrooms, meeting rooms. It wasn't full sex or sucking, just kissing and rubbing each other's erections to let the other know how turned on we were being queers with each other. When we did get an opportunity to truly be alone together to be naked and have luscious homosexual contact, we were both ravenous queers for each other's cock's. Jimmy told me that he was falling in love with me and didn't know what to do.

There were times we could play "dress up" with each other; panties, stockings, lingerie, lipstick, he even got two cute wigs for us to wear when we went 'over the top' fag for each other. Our penises were always so hard when we got together and our ejaculations stupendous. One night out when Jimmy and I were supposed to be doing 'guy stuff' together instead of 'gay stuff' together, he took me to some guy's house that he met online. There were going to be five horny men along with me and Jimmy, and we had a drag bag of dresses, wigs, heels and makeup, we'd be the "girls' for all these men. We got dolled up together and then proceeded to suck a lot of cock and get dicked over and over. Don't knock getting gay spit roasted if you haven't tried it, fabulous!

Perhaps good times would be destined to end at some point, but if you get outed without expecting it, then your life can be turned upside down. It was not very long after that night, like a few weeks, when Debbie confronted me. Karen had called her and emailed her some rather incriminating pics of Jimmy and me together. Guessing that I should have been less trusting of him, but when you are hard, horny and naked with your gay lover, then taking sex pics are always exciting.

That was it between Debbie and me, no "but honey's", no pleading or begging, over, finito, finished, done, "out of the house" as soon as I possibly could get out. She wanted kids but not with a husband who was a queer. It took a long time to get over my sudden outing and out the door. I changed jobs as I couldn't stand to see Jimmy's face. Careless dick. And Jimmy? He's still married to Karen. That was tough for me to take after all the "I love you Bobby's" and being outed to Debbie. I don't know about the dynamics of their marriage, if she cucked him and locked up his penis, but my world gets turned upside down and he still gets to sleep in the same bed. Just doesn't seem fair. I might be gay, but Jimmy is a pussy whipped little c-word.

As I put back the pieces of my life, I took a different tack. Didn't just want gay quickies off grinder and such, I decided that I would be dating men. Gay quickies from Grinder are a lot of married men seeking quick cock on the down low, a lot like I was when I was married. But those encounters are unfulfilling, I'd rather jack off to porn than an anonymous gay hookup. I wanted it to be exciting, sensual, and perhaps a bit of romance. I wanted to see the same guy over and over, maybe have a boyfriend. If I dated a number of guys with that intent, then perhaps things might turn out for me. With Jimmy, it was just two closet queers getting it on, fairies making out and sucking cock, Jimmy was just horny and screwed up with all the silly "I love you Bobby" talk.

No, I wanted a hung, horny, masculine gay man to want me for me. I wanted to be desired as the effeminate bottom in a homosexual relationship. I wanted to be "the girl", or at least acknowledged as the guy that you would have no doubts about who was more than likely a queer bottom next to his "boyfriend". That is really what I wanted, a boyfriend, not a quick gay hookup. Jimmy and I were queers together but being married it was rather limited being in the closet. Now on my own, being out and gay was a bit easier.

So, I took it easy and traditional as I began dating men. I went through traditional sites like E-Harmony and Match. com to look for a nice guy who wanted me. Those guys had to be like me, I thought, nice gay guys looking for other nice gay guys, rather than hooking up in a hurried scary Grinder rocks off anonymous encounter. In doing this, I established ground rules in my profile ad:

"Nice, slender, newly divorced gay man seeking to get to know another nice guy. A bit about me - I'm a 100% bottom and very affectionate, perhaps effeminate. Athletic, masculine types really send me. While I'm not a cross dresser or trans, I am no stranger to panties and night gowns and with the right guy my effeminate nature will blossom. I'm the "girl", the girly boy that a certain type of gay man really loves. In public, I don't come off as anything other than a nice guy, but alone together you may not find a swishier flaming c#*k hungry fairy than me. I want us to date and get to know each other, not a quick hookup. Please understand no intimacy will happen until the third date. Let's make this fun. XOXO, Bobby."

Over a period of months, my plan slowly began to work. What I found was that divorced men really, really wanted me. They told me that I was everything they dreamed about in dating another guy, that guys like me who were expressively effeminate in the bedroom made their cocks very hard. You don't hit it off with every guy you meet and date, so quite a few dates were once and done or twice and done. With Jeremy, Randy and Seth things were a little more fun. I was even dating two of those guys at the same time, playing the field.

Let me tell you this, with me being "the girl" in the dating cycle, things were pretty exciting once I let the guys get past "first base". My mannerism alone with him in my house or at their place was very girlish, just the way I carried myself, talked and moved. In jeans and too short of a tee shirt, my smooth hairless body, shaved legs, underarms and pubes I was a tantalizing grown twink who knew how to get cocks hard and what to do with one, once I did.

In my innate effeminate nature dating men, I had none of the bitchiness, neediness and drama that women tend to have with men. No, I was singularly focused on being sexually desired by the same guy over and over. I wanted their hard cocks, and they were very happy to give them to me. Sure, dating is more than just having sex, but I wanted guys to know that sex with me would be fun and often, not a carrot dangling on a stick. When I wasn't getting dicked or sucking cock, I was fun to be with, kind, easy going and attentive to my guy's ego, which I knew how to stroke as well as I knew how to stroke his cock.

These were fun times for me playing the field. The disappointment of divorce and upending of my life dissipated as my erotic homosexual desires blossomed and sex became frequent and fun with the men I dated, not the "hands off, honey, not today" rebuffing common with my wife. I was happy to give it up often to my boyfriends because that meant I was getting sex all the time also and my ever erect penis thanked me for it. Teasing guys, with me wearing skimpy shorts and a colored crop top acting like a cock hungry, faggy fem boy, seemed to please most of my dates after I let them past first base. And by making guys wait because of my girlish dating ritual, I'm not sure these guys could be any harder or hornier.

Then I met Edward. He was nice, masculine in a boyish "country boy" way and we really hit it off. I was thrilled that he was so attracted to me. In my mind I would think that women would be falling all over him, yet he was so into being gay with me. OMG I felt like a high school girl in love with her handsome heartthrob.

On our first date we walked in the park, holding hands in the cool of the evening. He was all over me kissing and romancing, I had never been so romantically attracted so quickly to another person in my life. Making out and getting close, it was difficult not to feel for each other's erections through our pants. Against better judgment I invited him into my place on our first date, breaking my own rules that had worked so well up till now. We were like a couple of teenagers making out on the couch. Something came over me as I found it difficult to keep my hands off the firmness that I felt in his pants.

And then breaking the rules again, I couldn't help myself and I gave him head on the couch. Pulling his nice cut cock out, sniffing it, licking it, kissing it, I had his jeans down around his ankles as I buried my face in his hairy manhood and began to suck his cock.

With his legs spread wide I selfishly feasted on his cock. Yes, I loved pleasuring his cock, but I was in love with its taste and texture. Licking his manly hairy balls and licking his shaft as I buried my face into it drove me crazy with cock sucking lust. Edward couldn't believe his good fortune as I lovingly sucked him off. Tasting his steamy sticky semen was nirvana. The wonderful way I gave him head as I coaxed his cum into my mouth had to have made a good first impression.

As he pulled up his pants and got decent, we kissed madly, and he told me that was just about the best head he had ever known. I was proper and didn't let him see me naked or let he play with my naked penis, trying to maintain my false sense of proper promiscuity. Upon saying goodbye as we were kissing again like teenagers Edward teased me, rubbing my erection through my pants. That I didn't pee cum inside my pants was a miracle.

After he left, I immediately got naked and masturbated, jacking off wildly at such a sexual first date, rather than being a stuck-up bitch like I was with other dates. Yet I was so mad at myself for succumbing to my urges and coming on to him like that, being intimate before the third date. Was pretty sure I'd never hear from him again. Boy, was I wrong. We began dating, but I then stuck to my rules and didn't allow any sexual contact only kissing for two more dates. Didn't want him to think that I was 'that kind of girl'.

By the time we were lovers, fully naked and luscious sex, I was actually quite in love with him. Yes, it was like a teen infatuation, but his luscious masculine body and always hard cock made me swoon. Can't even explain the level of homosexual arousal we had together, just being naked with him and kissing him, having his cock to play with, to suck and taking his dick as I spread my legs as he made love to me. It made me feel like such a girl, I didn't even have to dress feminine for him, I was just so naturally effeminate and so much in love with Eddie.

We had so much fun together as boyfriend/boyfriend I never knew how good it could be, being so gay. I was horny all the time, being able to be naked and hard having sweet sex with a horny boyfriend, set my sexuality free. And if you thought I was horny, Edward surprised me often ejaculating in me or on me several times in one date. With Jimmy, we were just two fairy swishy queers having frantic closeted gay sex together. But Edward was my boyfriend, my heartthrob. It was fun going out in public where it was safe to be out and gay, public displays of affection and all, holding hands and hugging showing off our affection for each other. Just the thrill of knowing how gay it meant having a steady boyfriend, wow, I was floating.

But Edward, like a strong male should, in establishing his relationship with a "girl", he held me at arm's length in some regards, being with me two or three times a week, not every day. Another thing was that he never spent the night with me, always said he had to work early, and he had to get home. Maybe he was smart and wanted to make me want him with the right kind of patience, to not rush things.

We'd been dating less than two months and I'd long since given up dating other guys when Edward threw me for a loop. This was something that I never saw coming, something that he had concealed from me so well. Edward wanted me to meet his wife. I still had to do a double take and "say what?"

It was true, was married. His wife knew that he was dating me and that she knew that he was on the gay side of bi. Marriage can be complicated, but his wife knew that he was bisexual before they were married, and they had an ongoing threesome with another guy that lasted quite some time before they were married, and the guy moved away.

As the years of their marriage progressed, the wife, Sara couldn't keep up with Edwards's sexual appetite and suggested that he find the right "boyfriend" to bring home. That was easier thing for Sara to take than the jealousy if he was with another woman. Guessing Edward, like me, dated a number of guys like I did, and like me, he knew that he had found the right one in me. Sara and Edward had no kids, so it was rather straightforward for us all to meet.

Let me say this as well, as self-indulgent as this might sound, there are so many bisexual married men who would be so pleased to have sex with another guy in front of their wives. It is a wonderful fantasy, but most men would never get to the point of bringing it up to wifey. If suggesting a threesome with another woman to your wife is met with "that's your fantasy, not mine honey," what do you think her response would be if you told her that you would like to bring home another guy to bed with "y'all", to suck cock in front of her. Yeah, right. Sounds great on paper but few husbands are lucky enough to have a wife understanding enough to accommodate hubby's bisexual needs. My wife sent me to the curb finding out about me and Jimmy.

When Edward told me this, I was flabbergasted. I had to ask him again and again "you sure about this?". He did his best to explain that he loved his wife, and it was a joint decision with her about Edward finding a steady boyfriend.

It took me a while for it to register, and he kept telling me that as good as it had been with us being boyfriends, having Sara meeting me, knowing me and being part of it that I would find it better than us just being boyfriends. He had discussed it with Sara finding a nice guy rather than some horny dog on Grinder. Told me that it was Sara who saw my personal ad and she was the one all for it and told Edward to give me a try.

Saying that I was nervous that first meeting with her would be an understatement. It would be an understatement for me to say that I was infatuated with my homosexual relationship with Eddie and that if I was truthful, it would be accurate to infer that I was in love with him.

It was more than just being naked with him, kissing him, his masculine scent, the taste of his wonderfully hard cock and tangy semen, the erotic sensation of spreading my legs and taking his cock up my butt. We got along so well with our tenderness and playful kidding. That he had drawn me into the best relationship I had ever known, both sexually and romantically, now with a revelation that it had an unknown element of which I had no idea what it would do to my current state of bliss.

Edward told me that Sara was dying to meet me, to trust him in this, that whatever we felt as boyfriends it would be many times better with Sara as part of it. He told me about the ongoing threesome that he and Sara had with Paul before they were married. How being in bed together with Paul and Sara was natural and sexually satisfying for both Edward and Sara. That Sara seeing him and Paul kissing and making love was every bit as exciting as Edward seeing Paul and Sara naked and frolicking together. Paul was a bottom with Eddie but Sara loved screwing him as much as Eddie did.

Eddie told me that Sara enjoyed having two hard cocks to play with and that she was very turned on seeing him and Paul naked and hard together. Some girls are like that and are not freaked out by two guys having sex together. Edward picked me up and brought me home to meet Sara. We walked into the living room holding hands as Sara got up and squealed and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"This is so exciting," she said as Edward, and I looked into each other's eyes. We all got a glass of wine and sat on the couch, with me in the middle.

Sara was slender and petite, rather flat chested really, with short hair for a girl and she wore little makeup. She was cute, boyish actually, and she had this androgynous aura about her. I can see how a bisexual guy might be drawn to her. In my own attraction to women, I'd choose a slender small breasted hottie over a bimbo with udders the size of overgrown melons ten times out of ten. My ex, Debbie, did not have big breasts.

And while I stated "I'm gay as fuck" earlier and my gay exploits with Jimmy led to my divorce, as a hypersexual person I'll admit that I am still attracted to women. It's just that after Debbie, it was very easy to "go gay" and because I "went gay", my cock was harder than it had ever been, my ejaculations many times more powerful and more numerous than with her or any woman, really. Still, I wouldn't throw a hottie out of bed if she came on to me and I guarantee that my cock would be every bit as hard as any of my gay exploits.

As we sat on the couch, the three of us, me, Sara and Edward, it was polite chatter knowing the underlying reason we were all together; I was Edward's homosexual lover and Sara wanted our relationship to be part of her life. As we sat there, with me in the middle, soon my hands were joined by Sara on one side and Edward on the other. From holding hands and demurely smiling at each of them, they began rubbing my legs. Turning to Sara I blinked and turned to Edward. We joined faces for a kiss as his hand rubbed over my pants, coaxing an incredible erection in them. Our kissing was heated and when it broke, I looked at Sara and she pressed her lips on mine; her hand was also rubbing at my erection in my pants.

She broke the kiss and said "I want to see". With both hands she began to unfasten my pants and zipped me open, reaching in to touch my penis. As Sara stroked my erection and played with my penis, Edward was tonguing my ear and kissing the side of my face, whispering "we both want you". My arousal was such that with her hands on my penis, I lifted my hand to her chest and began feeling her little titties through her top; she was not wearing a bra. Edward peeled off his shirt and freed his own erect cock from his pants and I turned my attention to him and began stroking his cock.

With Sara's hands playing with my penis, my arousal was more than a little elevated as I learned over to Edwards's cock, taking it in my mouth. Guessing that a week before I had no idea that I would be sucking my boyfriend's cock in front of his wife. When I was having sex with Debbie, I would always fantasize about sucking cock as we screwed. I fantasized about her seeing me sucking her old boyfriend's cock. I'd met him before we were married and actually had a crush on him. Debbie said he was a jerk, but I'm sure that his cock was nice and that it would be fun to jerk on.

With Edwards's cock in my mouth and Sara's hand on my penis it was a wonderful sensation. Maybe Eddie was right about this. The taste of his cock tasted better than it ever had with the tender fondling Sara was giving me. Her soft feminine hand stroking my penis felt so natural like she enjoyed playing with my penis, wow was it hard. Debbie would give me hand jobs when she didn't want to have sex but it was nothing like this.

Sara then stood up and took my hand, pulling me off Edwards's cock and said to him "hun, let's go". Once in the bedroom, as we took off our tops, Sara looked so fucking hot topless in her jeans. She pulled me to her and we kissed as I played with her pretty little titties. Edward got undressed as Sara gave her affection to me. He was so fucking hard standing there naked with his nice cock stiff and beautiful as Sara and I got undressed. The three of us hugged by the bed and our hands were all over each other's bodies.

Sara pulled me onto the bed and was all over me, kissing me and playing with my very erect penis. She smelled so good, just the lovely scent of a boyish girl, I was licking her titties and sniffing her armpits, that drove her wild and she climbed up onto my face grinding her pretty little pussy into it. She was not completely shaved like I was and it was so fucking erotic having a girl force her pussy on me face like that.

As Sara rode my face, Edward was kissing my penis, licking it, tingling my shaved penis and balls. Soon he had his tongue between my legs licking my tender butthole. It was amazing giving pleasure to Edwards's wife as he was pleasuring me. In a flash, she climbed down onto my hard penis, rolled onto her back and began fucking me. As we fucked, Edward pressed his cock up to our faces with Sara and me taking turns sucking it.

Sara put it in her mouth in a perfunctory manner, unlike my wholeheartedly sucking Eddie's cock. Came to find out that Sara never was much into sucking cock and tasting semen, not her thing. Part of Edwards's forceful masculine sexuality was that he loved getting his cock sucked. The times we were lovers before meeting Sara, he always told me that he'd never found anyone who was as in love with his cock as me, nor anyone who sucked his cock as wonderfully as I could. He knew what a lot of guys know, no one can suck your cock as well as another guy, and the taboo homosexual nature of this makes it even more erotic for both the guy sucking cock and the guy getting his cock sucked.

Screwing Sara whilst I sucked Eddie's cock was a pleasure that I never had thought possible. Countless times having sex with Debbie, the thought of sucking cock as we fucked was a guilty fantasy. Now with the taste of Edwards's cock in my mouth as my penis slid into Sara, just her scent and eagerness about our threesome, I couldn't help it and knew that soon I'd come inside her.

I pulled off of Edwards's cock and kissed her madly letting her know what she was doing to me. Sniffing and licking her armpits, my ejaculation was frantic. She was fingering my hole as we fucked. I was embarrassed to be allowed such a pleasure with another man's wife, especially since I was also his homosexual lover. Don't know why, but her armpits were so fucking erotically scented I thought I was going to lose my mind as I sniffed them screwing her.

Ed put his face in and kissed Sara, then kissed me, showing his happiness about our sexual activity. Sara then rolled me over on my back, off my penis and climbed up onto my face, grinding her semen-soaked pussy into my face. As gay/bi/whatever my sexuality was, skinny gals with tight little pussies were something that I always enjoyed licking. I've always been aroused by pleasuring other people by licking and sucking at their genitals, both guys and gals. Getting them off with my mouth and tongue got me off. And when I was married, I so wanted to lick Debbie's pussy clean after I had fucked her, but she wouldn't let me, said I was a pervert.

Licking Sara so hungrily after I had cum inside certainly got her off, and I could tell. Her pussy just tasted so fucking good with my semen leaking from it. When she finally climbed off, Edward had his cock in my face. Needing no encouragement, I was soon suckling on it, loving the taste and sensation of cock in my mouth. Sara watched as I sucked Edwards's cock, but I didn't suck his cock very long when he pulled away, pulling me into his arms, kissing me in passionate arousal. He was so hard and horny after watching me with Sara. He lubed his cock, spread my legs and began to fuck me.

Having Edwards's cock in me as he made love to me made my homosexuality soar. His masculinity and mighty cock gave my effeminate nature a sense of belonging, it gave my sexual arousal a better buzz than I ever had with anyone. Having sex with another guy always made me feel like such a queer, you know, that naughty yet natural feeling that you are a fag and that being gay is the most exciting thing ever.

With Sara there next to us, admiring the scene, running her hand through my hair, kissing the side of my face, I tingled, my spent penis tingled and the scent of her pussy was all over my face. I love cock, licking it, sucking it, getting dicked, licking my masculine lover's hairy balls, being the effeminate beta who pleasures a hard cock. Sara was moaning in arousal as much as I was when Edward thundered his climax into his boy lover in the presence of his hottie wife.

After this wonderful sex frolic, Sara got ready for bed and Edward put me in the guest bedroom. I was so charged up; I had a difficult time falling asleep. I really wanted to masturbate, but I was a good boy.

In the morning, Sara came into my room and got me a robe and we had coffee as Edward made breakfast. It was casual and nonsexual, we just all got a feeling of the situation, very much like a group of friends. Right after breakfast Edward got his gym clothes on and was off for his usual pickup basketball game at the gym. He kissed Sara and then me goodbye, leaving me alone together with her. We sat on the couch, and she asked me about my life, about being married to Debbie, about a lot of things. She told me that she was happy that Edward had found me and that I gave him things that she couldn't.

For one, she had never been that fond of semen and sucking cock and that for Ed the erotic dynamic of having a guy suck his cock was something that really got him off. Sara said that she couldn't keep up with his sex drive and that she had her own kinks that she couldn't do with Eddie. She said that effeminate guys turned both of them on. In college she had a boyfriend who she caught wearing her panties and that she became the aggressor and the sex with him was out of this world, especially when she brought in another guy.

Seeing her boyfriend sucking cock really got her off. When another guy was fucking her boyfriend, and she climbed on his face as he licked her out while he was getting fucked made her boyfriend get her off like nothing else. Like nothing else except perhaps when another guy fucked her and then her boyfriend licked her out and then he would fuck her and lick her pussy clean again.

In my robe as she was telling me this, I was so fucking hard. Sara opened up the robe and began stroking my penis. She peeled off her pajama top and instinctively I began playing with her pretty little titties, very soon putting my mouth on them, kissing and licking them. This went on for a while before she pulled off her pajama bottoms and climbed onto my face, grinding her well-trimmed but not shaved pussy on my face.

Her pussy was ripe and fragrant from sex and the scent of urine, and she was obsessed and possessed as she forced it on my mouth. I was nearly smothered by it as she danced her sex on my face for me to lick it and suck it. She turned around facing my penis, as she masturbated me, my tongue snaked up her butt, tasting her tight hole. I really loved licking her butthole, so erotic and it was making her squirm.

In a flash she got off, grabbed my hand and snarled "I gotta pee". We were both naked as she led me to the bathroom, and she nudged me onto the floor of the shower. What hardness that was dissipating from my erection began to melt as Sara stood over me, peeing a warm golden stream over my penis. I'm not gonna say that I was expecting this, but I'm not gonna say that I didn't like it. It was an experience like no other getting peed on by my boyfriend's wife. Maybe she was marking her territory.

When the last drops piddled onto me as I sat there in puddles of her pee, Sara told me to pee, that she wanted to see me pee myself. Dumbfounded, I urged my soaked, soft penis to begin to pee, we both had to pee from the morning coffee. First in a slow stream, then in a forceful flow, my pee pissed out over my legs, onto the shower floor. Knowing that Sara would enjoy this, I pointed my piss up my belly and all over my chest and nipples, coating myself with my own warm pee.

By the time the peeing stopped my erection was back and Sara urged her damp pussy into my face as she stood over me and I licked her clean, the taste of pussy intermingled with pee. Fucking loved it, so erotic and nasty. She turned around to turn on the shower and I sneaked my face between her butt cheeks, licking her butthole again as she squirmed.

"Stop that," she chided me. "You shower now, I've got plans for you. You can use my razor too. I'll shower later."

Sara washed off her legs and feet and got out of the shower. I showered and shaved everywhere, underarms, penis and balls, legs, face. I was always shaved there anyway, but it was going to make me smoother for the day. When I got out of the shower and dried off Sara had thin lace lavender taupe pants laid on the bed. She was wearing white cotton string bikini panties with pretty little flowers on them and nothing else. Sara pulled on the lace boy shorts up over my penis and kissed me as we stood by the bed. We climbed onto the bed, and I played with her pretty little titties as she fondled my penis through the incredible lace lingerie.

"Tell me why you like guys," she asked. "How did it start?"

As we lay there talking, I told her about my friend in high school. He was dating my sister for a while and that made it awkward, but I told Sara about one night that changed everything. My friend's parents were out town and we had the place to ourselves and were drinking when he put on some of his dad's porn that he had found. As we were watching it, he put his hand on my leg and said very directly "I've always been more attracted and comfortable with you than I ever was with your sister."

With the porn on getting us aroused, he slid his hand over my crotch and started rubbing my cock. It was already hard from the porn, but it felt amazing and so taboo and exciting when he did this. I was in shock as he unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out and started sucking it. This was more exciting than anything I had ever done with a girl, and I had dated several very hot girls.

Just the forbidden nature of my friend sucking my cock made me so horny that I had to feel for his cock. It was incredible feeling his hard cock through his pants. Almost like a dream my buddy was up in my arms kissing me. It was like two crazed dogs going at each other it was so passionate. Soon he lifted me up and we went to his bedroom, took off our clothes and climbed naked into bed together. We kissed madly and rolled around frotting cocks. It was so natural when I started sucking his cock, tasted like nothing else I had ever known and the arousal and tingling in my own cock as I sucked his cock was fucking crazy. When we swung into a sixty nine, it was the best sex of my life.

We sucked each other's cocks like this and I couldn't hold back and came in his mouth. My buddy went wild sucking my cock and semen and sucked it all down. I kept sucking his cock and when he started to cum I sucked his cum down returning the favor. It was like nothing else I had ever known. We ended up in each other's arms and kissed and snuggled together, he told me that he really liked me. Don't know why, but I really loved being naked with him, made me feel so good despite it being so taboo being gay with another guy.

It wasn't long before we were hard again and we took turns sucking each other, eventually we took turns jacking each other off. Fucking loved playing with his cock, jacking him off. It was hot being gay lovers and took a while before we finally fell asleep. Very early in the morning he was all over me, kissing me, playing with my cock, rubbing his cock on mine.

He was kissing me and playing with my asshole, and he told me that he wanted to fuck me. My cock was so hard, and I was so horny I said okay. With a lot of Vaseline, it was very uncomfortable at first but once he got in me, it was fucking awesome. My buddy made love to me, he told me that he loved me, and I was jacking off furiously as he was fucking me. With him fucking me I came so hard squirting my cum all over myself before he came up my butt. It was so passionate and loving.

We took a shower together and from then on till we went to college we were closet homosexual lovers. We both had girlfriends but it was so exciting with our secret. He joked with me that I was the best girlfriend he ever had. He convinced me to steal some of my sister's panties to wear for him. That really got us both off and really made me act out my feminine gayness. Even though we hid it from everyone that we were closet lovers, being femme with him stuck with me all my life, even after getting married. I told Sara about me and Jimmy and getting outed to Debbie and that I decided to start dating men.

By this time, I was so hard telling her this and she was stroking my penis through the lace taupe pants. She pulled out a vibrator from the bed stand and told me that she wished she had a strap on, that she would love to fuck me. We laid on our sides, my back to her front and she held the vibrator in her hand like it was a cock and started fucking me with it with one hand and playing with my erection with the other. Right when I was about to come, we heard the door close, Ed was back from the gym. I had almost cum out on the couch before she peed on me in the shower, and now here again with Edward walking into the bedroom smiling.

He peeled off his gym wear and knelt on the bed in front of me. I reached up to feel his cock, not yet hard. Edward's cock was sticky and sweaty as I played with it, marveling at it as I made it grow erect. With his cock soon in my mouth, sucking on the fragrant manly beast, Sara continued fucking my boi cunny with the vibrator. After all the arousal peaks and valleys of the morning, seems with her poking me and stroking my penis that nearly the moment I tasted Edwards cock upon his return from sweaty basketball, I came, peeing semen all over the sheets in a big wet puddle of warm cum, nasty hot. It did not stop me from again giving him the luscious head he loved from me.

After our sexual romp, Sara whispered something in Edward's ear about us all showering. With the three of us in the shower before turning on the water, Sara nudged me to the floor like she did earlier. She really had this thing about pee and 'watersports' as Ed began to pee on me as I sat on the shower floor. Again, it was not something that I had ever sought out, but I must say I certainly enjoyed it and the kinky eroticism of my lover peeing on me. The warm tangy urine washed over me as Sara also joined in, peeing on me.

I was half hard by the time they had completely washed me in pee and as before I licked Sara's pussy clean before sucking and licking Edward clean. They had marked me as theirs. We soaped and shampooed washing away the sex and the pee. After the shower, Ed took me home. He was all over me kissing and nuzzling, telling me "See, you are a hit with Sara". He told me that he would pick me up at eight-thirty and that the three of us would celebrate our "three-ness" at a gay bar.

That evening Edward and Sara picked me up from my house to take me with them to the gay bar, the Prism. I'd been there many times dating men; it was one of my favorite places to openly express my homosexuality. It was hard to explain exactly how I felt with Sara now in the equation, but I wanted to be classy and natural in my effeminate mannerisms.

Presenting myself as queer came pretty easy now for me. I kinda wanted to make a statement and put on silky light pink satin pantie with a matching demi bra. I'd worn this ensemble in high heels and nothing more for some of the guys I dated. Both the guys and I loved the eroticism of me in a bra, panties and high heels as I trooped around my place making them hard. That evening, I made it my underwear as I put on skinny jeans and a silky white blouse over the bra and panties.

The blouse was thin enough that you could make out that I was wearing a pink bra. Guys don't wear bras under blouses unless they are gay as fuck. I was checking all the boxes in that department. I had some suede three-inch heels that looked classy with the ensemble and put on just enough makeup to leave no doubt how much of a fag that I was. If Sara was going to be part of this, then I was not going to hold back, she would need to accept me for who I was. Both Sara and Ed said I looked like a doll when they picked me up.

Saturday night is a very busy night at the Prism and the place was hopping. We could only find one barstool, so Ed and I stood, arms around each other as Sara sat. She was in a dress, something that she rarely wore, but it was a special occasion, the three of us joining our relationships. It was a spaghetti strap cocktail dress; braless, her little titties looked divine. With Ed and me looking like a gay couple, more than one gay girl hit on Sara. Initially she declined, but as Edward and I took to the dancefloor, we spied Sara in lively conversation with some gay girl suitor trying to win her affection.

As Edward and I slow danced, we didn't care if the song was slow or fast, we just kissed and held each other tight and showed off our gayness for Sara. Edward was all over me, kissing, nuzzling, groping me, telling me how much he loved me and that he loved being married to Sara but that he really wanted me in his life as well. I was floating. Being gay is one thing, but something about being gay and having it acknowledged and witnessed by a woman made my gayness even more erotic and exciting. Both Edward and I were very aroused and hard out on the dancefloor with Edward really rubbing my erection in my pants as I was with his hard cock. Instinctively we both began to unzip each other out there on the dancefloor, freeing our erections. I loved the erotic nature of having his naked cock outside his pants frotting my naked hard cock out in view of anyone who cared to observe.

I had no belt on, but my pants were pretty tight as our naked cocks frotted together as we slow danced together and kissed. Sexual stimulation is always my greatest thrill, I can't imagine anything being anymore erotic and arousing as what we were doing out there in plain sight of anyone who cared to watch us. Guessing Sara did as she left the barstool and joined us. She glanced her hand over our frotting erections and said "oh my gosh, you two, I've never seen two guys as gay as you two." The three of us danced slowly in a circle with Eddie's cock and mine, sticky and tacky in erotic frotting. We all kissed one another, and Edward slipped his hand inside the back of my pants fondling my cute little ass, soon fingering my hole, urging me on as I felt Sara's little titties through her dress.

Sexual stimulation in a setting like this, on display, in a gay bar, it nearly took my breath away I was so aroused. With the music blaring, Edward and I continued our erotic gyrations, cock on cock, Eddie's hand in the back of my pants fingering my boy hole, bodies pressed together kissing hungrily, Sara's hand urging us on. Uncontrollably, my penis began peeing cum all over Eddie's cock and Sara's hand. Edward was tonguing my ear as he could tell I was moaning, and he felt the sticky wetness of my semen on his cock. After my ejaculation subsided, Edward kissed me madly, as then did Sara. I was dizzy and faint headed in my orgasmic arousal and knew what I wanted. I slid to my knees and engulfed Edward's massively hard cock in my mouth.

This was the height of my homosexual arousal showing Sara and anyone who cared to look how much I loved sucking Edward's cock. It was tacky and sticky from our frotting and my semen sprays over it. In the frenzy of our erotic performance, he was very aroused as well, and after a few moments of me hungrily sucking his cock, his own ejaculation burst forth into my mouth. His cock and cum tasted so fucking good; he always told me that no one would ever suck his cock as good as me, from the first time I gave him head on the couch on our first date. The dance floor was crowded, and in a gay bar, things like this happen all the time.

Composing ourselves, we zipped up and then Edward was all over me, kissing me, thanking me and then kissing Sara. She kissed us both and we returned to the barstool, soaking up the gay bar vibe. With Sara next to us, in a dress, looking hot, acknowledging that Edward and I were so very gay with each other, this, being gay in front of a woman who found it erotic and wonderful, this took the sting off of being outed to Debbie.

I spent the night again with them in their oversized bed. Sara may or may not have been asleep just before early morning light when Edward and I were kissing and fondling each other's cocks. We were soon spooning with my butt to his cock and soon he was fucking me, nuzzling my neck, tonguing my ear, whispering "oh fuck, yes" as he was butt fucking me from behind, laying on our sides. His cock was always so fucking hard for me, and I felt like such a femmy fag getting dicked like this in bed with Sara. My own penis was quite erect and as Edward was pounding his furious final fucks up my butt, I felt Sara's hand on my penis.

She knew what would send me as she raised her arm and pressed her armpit into my face, the aroma of her body urging me to our three-way arousal. I came before Edward did, ejaculating cummies onto Sara's hand and arm. With my face nuzzled into her armpit and my semen wetting all over, Edward came thunderously, pounding me relentlessly as he came. She kissed us both and went to the second bedroom to resume her sleep as Edward and I fell back asleep in each other's arms. I had been dating Eddie for some time now, but these past two nights were the first that we'd ever spent all night in bed together.

When bright morning light slowly woke us, Edward went and peed and I did also as he climbed back into bed. Upon returning to bed, he was grinning ear to ear with his cock tenting the sheet. As much as I was in love with his cock, and I was, I was madly in love with him and now finding erotic fulfilment with Sara as our other sexual partner.

And so, we became a throuple, the three of us. Sara and Edward insisted I move in with them. Edward was the Alpha; Sara was the sub-Alpha, and I was the beta in the relationship. Like any male, we live to experience ejaculation, it's our life force. Edward's cock was always hard, and Sara and I did everything we could to keep it ejaculating his savory semen as much as he pleased. The pattern seemed to be that as long as Edward ejaculated first, then Sara and I were free to frolic as much as we'd like.

So, if Edward fucked me or I gave him head, either Sara or Edward had fun making me cum. I have to admit, it was rather nice being a gay little fuck toy for Edward, then being able to be Sara's little plaything as well. For Ed, he had a harem of two feminine lovers to keep his cock pleasured. There was no jealousy, it was playful sex at any opportunity. If Edward chose to screw Sara, it was fun for me licking her clean and often a hand job from Ed spraying my semen all over her pretty little titties.

When I was married, I had so many cuckold fantasies. Since my wife was not interested much in sex with me, I fantasized about her having a boyfriend. It really got me off thinking about her having sex with another guy. These cuckold fantasies were so hot, I was so aroused by the thought of sucking her boyfriend's cock and licking my wife's pretty little pussy clean after he fucked her. Then I fantasized about having a homosexual relationship with her boyfriend behind her back. Now with Edward and Sara, I had the best of both worlds.

After the whirlwind affair with Jimmy and the subsequent outing to my wife and my world getting turned upside down, my plan, dating men, it worked. I had a very good time dating a number of nice men, some of the best homo erotic, flat out sizzling gay sex with guys who really loved my playful, effeminate nature as much as they loved the way I made their cocks hard and made their cocks cum.

But isn't that what dating being all about, dating many to find the right steady? I'm thinking so, just ask Edward and Sara....