For the next few days my head went mental. I kept telling myself not to be so stupid, why would I risk losing my marriage for the sake of a fuck, which I probably wouldn't enjoy anyway. Tuesday evening, Chas called me. He wanted me to go to his house Friday evening so that he can treat me to a few beers as a thank you for my efforts. 'Oh fuck', I thought, knowing full well what his intentions were. My head was swimming, "I'll think about it and call you back" For the next half hour I stared blankly at the TV wondering what to do. In the end, I said to my wife, "Chas wants to take me for a few beers Friday as a thank you. It would mean that I would have to stay over. What do you think?" "I think Chas would feel insulted if you declined, by all means go and enjoy yourself, you deserve it." I called Chas back, telling him that I had the wife's blessing. Over the next two days I secretly googled gay sex, douching, lube, positions, etc. I had to be ready, even then I was unsure whether or not I really wanted to go through with it.
Friday evening found us sat in a quiet corner of a pub, with me explaining my reservations. "Why don't you fuck me first, it will be like fucking your wife, but a little tighter?" I could see that there was no way out, without losing my best friend. We finished our drinks and went to his house. With the living room in a mess, we sat in the kitchen, Chas poured us a glass of wine and kissed me as he handed me the glass. "Okay", I said. "I will have to take things slowly. Deep down, I know I want to do it, but for me it is a giant step." "Tonight, we'll just kiss and cuddle, maybe blow jobs. In the morning I hope you will change your mind. There is a douche bottle in the bathroom you can use." We went to bed. As we undressed each other, I got to see his amazing body and lovely penis, already semi erect. By the time we were both naked our erections were complete. I so wanted him inside me, but I was scared and frightened at the same time. 'Will it hurt, will it actually go in? mind games. That night we kissed and had oral. At least I knew that I enjoyed giving and getting blow jobs. I woke up several times through the night, the sex act running through my brain. Each time it gave me a hard on, so I determined that I must be doing the right thing. I was up before Chas, sat on the toilet and used the douche until the water ran clean and then showered. I wrapped a towel round myself and went to put the kettle on. Coffee, clean my teeth, and back to bed. Chas was quietly snoring as I slipped in beside him and felt for his morning wood. Shuffling down the bed, I licked his penis, making him wake up. I kissed my way back up, kissed him and told him that I wanted to do it, and that I had already prepped myself. By now we were both hard. He went to the bathroom for a piss and came back with a bottle of lube. 'This is it', I thought. Back in bed, Chas took his time with foreplay, kissing my face, neck and body, working his way down to my cock. He turned me over and did the same, kissing the back of my neck and down my spine to my ass. He parted my cheeks and rimmed me. My god, what a sensation. Cold gel hit my hole and a finger was inserted. It felt much better than I imagined it would. Two fingers went in and I groaned with pleasure when he hit the spot. "Fuck me", I pleaded. He replaced his fingers with his penis and he pushed. I pushed backwards and he was inside me, my virginity taken. A little at a time, he worked his way in, it had barely hurt "Okay?" I nodded and he started to hump. soon he was pumping faster. I began to wank. Cum spewed out of me, more than had in years, With a yell, Chas bred me. We lay in silence, sweating and getting our breath back. "Thank you", I said quietly. "Thank you for what?" "For being so gentle, and for being....you", and we kissed. "We'll do it again later, you can have me if you want."
We had breakfast and went to work in the nude, me whistling, I was so happy. The work moved ahead at a pace, and by the afternoon, I was painting the doors and Chas the skirting boards. We stopped for lunch and knocked of at 4pm. We both had paint on ourselves, so used some cleaner on each other, and then showered together, kissing under the cascading water. We went back to the pub for dinner, sitting at the same table as the other night. "Would you like to fuck me when we get home?" Chas asked. I thought and replied, I'll let you top for the time being, I enjoyed it so much.
Back home, Chas wired up his laptop to the TV and watched gay porn, I never knew such channels existed, at least not free. A guy about the same age as us was getting spit roasted, bareback. In the end they both wanked over the guys face while he tossed himself. By then we were both randy, and went to bed. I douched again to be on the safe side. After kissing and making out, I wanted to take command, so Chas lay on his back and I sat on him, holding the base of his fat cock and lowering myself down, safe in the knowledge that any pain would be short lived. I rode him, with Chas thrusting up in time. When I came, cum splattered over his arms and chest. A few more movements, and I was bred again. I slept soundly.
Sunday morning would see us fuck for a third time, now doggy style, which I loved. We finished the painting. We couldn't wallpaper until the paint had dried, so we dressed and went home.
I spent all week thinking about being shagged again...and again. I ought to tell the wife, but for now, I'll lead a double life.
