How I discovered I was gay

This is the story of I how discovered I was gay.

To paint you a picture, I am a 40-year-old guy, medium built, good physique. And until I was 38, I truly thought I was straight. You see, I lived my whole life in the village, surrounded by traditional families. We lived in an extremely religious community and everyone I knew was married by the age of 3O. So, as my parents had planned for me, I grew up to marry a very attractive women, I was 28 and she was 24, and we had 3 children together. Everything was normal, we had sex, well, as much as any other married couple have sex, and we loved each other. I had no reason to doubt anything, after all, I was living the life that I was expected to live.

It wasn’t until 10 years later, when I discovered what I truly was.

I was a site engineer, and after 15 years with the company, I was promoted to become a manager. My job was no longer limited to the village, some of the manager’s tasks was to travel to meet clients and try to expand our company’s reach. One business trip, in particular, was to Paris, we were supposed to meet up with a potential client that would scale our business to operate all over France. This was a high-risk case, and I was supposed to travel with 3 others to attend a meeting on Monday. I had never been to Paris before, and therefore decided to go Friday night, to spend the weekend in the city. What no one had planned for, is that during that weekend, Covid would cause a global pandemic, forcing all of my colleagues to cancel their trips. And that’s how I found myself stuck in my hotel in Paris for weeks.

The first couple of weeks went by and I started to feel anxious. I was not accustomed to staying that long by myself, and to be frank, the tiny Parisian hotel rooms started to collapse on me. I was given the option to talk to someone, to try and relieve the stress I was facing. The shrink actually helped, but it was no way near enough, specially that it was over videocall. One night, after coming back from my 30 min daily walk – my “stay sane” walk – the doorman approached me.

“Sir, are you alright? I don’t mean to pry, but you’ve been looking kind of weird for the past few days. I know Covid has had a very bad impact on me, and I was wondering if it is doing the same thing to you.” “Yeah, actually it’s been hard, I really need human contact, but I can’t do anything about it so it’s fine, I’ll deal”. And that’s when it happened, that was the moment my life changed. Because the next thing out his mouth, led me to be where I am today. “Well sir, there are underground events that are happening, secret stuff of course so very few people know about them. We are all being safe, the people that attend these things are being very careful throughout their days, but we really need this and therefore we gather every now and then to spend time together. Would you be interested in joining one night?”. To be honest, I should’ve said no. I was putting myself at risk and I knew that if my wife heard about it, she’d kill me, but I couldn’t. I could not stand another boring night alone in that hotel. She’s got the kids, she’s got her hands full, so I barely get to have a 30 min video chat with her. “Yes, I would really enjoy that thank you. When’s the next time you’re meeting?”. “Tomorrow. Don’t dress too fancy, we go in sports clothes so that if the police stop us, we pretend that we went out for a jog.”

The next day came, and I went down to the lobby to meet the guy. That’s when it hit me, I knew nothing about him. He could easily kill me in some back alley, and no one would know. “What is your name btw?” “Ted”. He didn’t ask what mine was, it was written on my booking.

We walked for about 15 minutes before we went into a normal building. Instead of taking the stairs, he opened the door to the cellar. It was a huge cellar, a bit scary. My heart was pounding with fear and excitement and then a door opens, and we enter a small room. 5 guys were waiting for us inside. All wearing tank tops and tiny shorts, as Ted said they would be. All of them were extremely fit. Muscles filled their bodies. They were from different ethnicities; it was nice to see this diverse group. We started with introduction then sat down. They had brought wine and we started sharing stories while drinking. I mentioned my background, my family, why I was here and other small details. They did the same. It was amazing to see how much we had in common. They were all Parisians except one, lived alone, tiny apartments, confined to their quarters, not many people to talk to. They were all working from home as well, and therefore had been passing through the same experience as I was. All except Ted. Ted was the only person still going to work.

The one guy that was not from around here came and sat next to me, and we started chatting about everything. He had blond hair and blue eyes. His skin tone was so white he seemed like he was shining, I could not find a single hair on his body. I didn’t notice this until later during the evening, but he was so tall he had to stay crunched to avoid hitting his head in the cellar. He must have been over 195cm. I was tall, about 180cm, but even next to me he seemed tall.

It was interesting cause I came from a tiny village in the south of Spain. I have a darkish skin, like a tanned Caucasian person would be, with black thick hair and a full beard. Next to them, it seemed like I was the only one capable to grow one. Put me next to this guy, Aksel, I looked like burnt coal. It turned out he was from Norway, forgot the name of the city he gave me. He was in the exact same situation as I was, and Ted had invited him to join a couple of days back. I was happy to hear that he was staying at the same hotel as I was, and we agreed to sneak out and pass some time together the next day. Ignorant me thought that he wanted a friend, little did I know.

We spent the next week hanging out more often, I sneaked up to his room – it was bigger – almost every day. I knew he was gay, and he knew I wasn’t, so in my head everything was platonic. And it was, until that night.

We had stayed up late, drowned a couple of wine bottles, and got to talking about how long it’s been since we last had sex. For me it was the night before I came to France, my wife put the kids to bed and we snuck a fast one, thinking it would only be a week until we see each other again. For him, it was a month before that. He came to Paris thinking he would stay a couple of weeks but had complications with his work. Had to extend, and then Covid happened. Things between him and his boyfriend were rocky, and the distance got them to break up the first week of confinement.

“So what do you do when you’re horny?” he asked me. “Well, I usually just jerkoff alone, sometimes with porn. We tried the sexting thing once, but our youngest almost walked in on my wife so we decided to stop that. What do you do?” “Well, I do this thing, and don’t judge me, but I go online and try to find a partner willing to jerkoff on cam. It’s a bit weird, but it’s the only thing that gets me to finish”. I was shocked to hear that such things existed, so he offered to show me. He opened this random site and started chatting with someone. Before I could realize what was happening, I saw a dick pic on the screen. I turned to look at Aksel and noticed that he was getting hard. I blushed, excused myself and started walking towards the door, leaving him to deal with his stuff, but he catches my hand and seats me back, assuring me he wasn’t going to do anything, and that he didn’t want to anyway. But next thing I know he drops his pants and reveals a 9-inch hard uncut cock, takes a picture of it, and sends it to the guy online. Then he pulls his pants back up and says, “I don’t like to receive without sending back, that’s it.” And he closes the window tab.

I felt a bit unease. I have never before seen someone else’s dick hard. I mean I’ve seen guys’ dick, but only in dressing rooms and such. And to add to that, I was, at best, 6-inch hard. The size of his thing surprised me. Aksel picked up on my shock and added “Hey, I’m sorry if it made you feel weird, but I don’t mind it… I mean I sent the pic to a random guy, wouldn’t mind someone I actually like saw it”. Without thinking I reply “no it’s not that, it’s just, I have never seen a dick that big”. “Oh really? Well, I can show it to you again. I mean, just so you see it clearly”. Aksel drops his pants again, and his donger flops up. It was tilted upwards, kind of looked like a hook. I wanted to tell him to pull his pants back up, and so I said “can I touch it?”. Realizing what I said, I corrected “I mean it’s nice, you can put it away now”. Aksel guides my hand to his boner. My hand reaches his pole and my dick flicks inside my shorts. My fingers barely touch from the sides ad his thick huge uncut dick pumps in my hand. “You know” Aksel adds “we could jerkoff together if you like. We won’t touch each other or anything, just sit down and jerkoff, release some steam”. I didn’t answer. I knew I wanted to say no, but that if I talked, I would agree. My dick started to get hard. That’s when I remember I didn’t put any underwear on! I sent them all to the laundry and didn’t bother to wear any since we were staying in this night.

Aksel sees my dick making an appearance, free to move in my loose workout shorts. “I guess that’s a yes?”. He proceeds to sit on his bed, gesturing me to sit on the desk chair “this way it will be more comfortable to you”. It was, the distance actually made it easier. I sit down and stare at his long dong as he starts to rub it up and down. He uses both hands to jerkoff as I slip one under my shorts to do the same.

After a moment, I feel comfortable enough to drop them down. I free my 5-to-6-inch cut cock and start rubbing it, following Aksel’s movement, mesmerized by his gift. A moment later, I stand up and sit next to him on the bed, reaching my hand over and replacing his. I grip his dick and it throbs, gently growing. The growth moves from his dick to my hand, making its way to my dick as it grows to its full potential. My straight hard dick standing between my legs as I rub another man’s cock.

Aksel stands up and rotates to face me, putting his dick exactly in my face, before he drops down to his knees and starts sucking my cock. I stop him. Or so I thought I did. Apparently, my hand moves to the back of his head, guiding it as he sucks my dick.

“I’ve had blowjobs before, but nothing ever compared to this” I tell him. His head moves back and forth, shoving my entire cock into his mouth. I could feel my dick give out and without notice, I blow my load into his mouth. I start to apologize but he swallows them all and smiles before saying “that was amazing”. I smile and start to drop back on the bed. He catches me and adds “oh, but we’re not finished”.

With one move, he forces my head towards his thick hard dick. I open, willingly accepting this intruder into my mouth. He starts gently, driving his cock in and out of my mouth, each time going a little bit further. I could barely fit half of it, maybe even less. But with every move, I start to move in deeper and deeper.

I feel my dick getting hard again as Aksel’s hand meets it and starts rubbing it. He keeps fucking my mouth and rubbing my cock until it’s fully erect again.

“You want to try something more?” Aksel asks. I don’t answer. “If you want, you could fuck me”. I still don’t answer. “Or I could fuck you?”

A moment passes, I’m still sucking Aksel, and I still haven’t answered him. He pulls his dick out and pulls me up. We’re standing, facing each other, his hand still caressing my dick, but now joined with his dick. I feel his hard cock massaging my dick as they are both locked inside one of his hands. His other hand circles back to my neck and drops down to my ass. He starts to rub my ass gently before making his way to my virgin asshole.
I should stop him. But I don’t.

I feel his finger gently rubbing my hole and my dick thickens in his grasp. He continues the circular movements for a few seconds before gently forcing a finger into me. his finger is met with the resistance of my hole. He stops. Moves away from me, and heads to his dresser. On his way back, he strips the rest of the clothes he had on, and reveals a lube bottle in his hand.

He gets closer to me, takes off my shirt and help me to step out of my shorts before he turns me around and place me face down on his bed.

He crawls behind me, and I feel something wet hit my hole. His tongue starts kissing my hole, making its way in every chance it gets. My hard dick throbbing below me as he eats my ass. He continues to do that and starts inserting a finger after the other in my hole.

Without notice, I feel a gush of lube smack my hole and two fingers enter it at the same time. My dick throbs, my asshole hurts, and I scream with pleasure.

He inserts a third finger. That’s when I reach back to stop him. With one hand, he holds both my hands behind my head. He uses his other hand to lube his big white cock and starts to insert it in me.

“It hurts” I let out, but he doesn’t care. He continues to push until I can feel my guts exploding with fire. “Take it out you’re hurting me” I scream, and he abides. My hands still locked behind my head, my ass starts to heal. “Tell me when it stops hurting” he says. But I say nothing. A moment after he repeats “tell me when it stops hurting”, and I say “it’s better now”. That was my mistake, but also, my heaven. Because that’s when he forces himself into me again and starts riding me. His horse like dong rearranging my internals, and my hard dick bursting in pleasure beneath me. He keeps pounding me like a piece of meat and I realize I’m loving it. I start to moan and scream and yell “harder” as he continues to fuck the living hell out of me. His dick destroying my asshole, my dick fighting with the bed below me.

After a moment he lets go of my hands and turns me around. I’m lying on my back, my legs flying from each side. Aksel pushes himself into me again. This time it feels different. His hook-like dick rubbing against something. I can’t put it together, but it’s as if his dick was going to break out of me. I feel my breath tighten, I start to feel numb. My mouth goes dry and I feel faint. “I think I’m having a heart attack” I tell him as I try to push myself into a seated position. “You’re having an orgasm” he corrects me as he continues to shove his meat into me. The feelings increase and I feel a tremble going through my whole body. I shiver as a wave of emotions travels my body. I feel relaxed as the tremble starts to disappear.

My dick softens, but I didn’t cum. I feel tired, beaten up, ready to stop. But Aksel continues to pound me, his blue eyes piercing mine. My dick hardens again as he starts to rub it, and I feel my asshole finally adjusted to the weird relief his dick provides. It doesn’t take long before my dick is hard again and ready to blow.

The shiver comes again, but this time it’s not alone. My dick blows its second load of cum all over me, covering my chest with a white liquid and spraying part of it on my beard. That’s when Aksel takes his cock out of my now lose ass and brings it to my face, shooting his load on my dark-haired beard, getting some in my mouth. “Swallow, tell me if it tastes good” he instructs me, and I obey. I swallow this thick liquid. “It tastes, good. It really does!” I say surprised.

He smiles and lays next to me before adding “So, tell me, did you like it?”

I nod, not really knowing what to say. I have never felt this way before. But then I add “I’ve cum before, obviously, but I never felt this way. I mean, I’ve been married for 10 years, I have three kids, I HAVE HAD SEX, but never like this! What was this?”

“This? This is the way sex should feel”