Between leaving high school and getting married, my friend and I enjoyed walking through parks and other public places, either with our dicks out of our flies, or with our trousers off our bums, daring one another to see who would last the longest.
While running the pub, I knew I had the hots for some of the 18/19 year-olds, but with a wife and family, kept my thoughts to myself. To this day, I have had a hankering for twinks.
We bought an ordinary house, and for two years, I worked in customer relations for a global company, before the lure of running a pub returned. It was in this pub that the tide turned. I had a day off, and went to Southampton shopping. In a newsagents, I bought a gay magazine. I didn't even wait to get home. I pulled into a lay-by and opened the mag. By today's standards. it was very tame. The models, while nude, were all flaccid, but that didn't stop me from jerking off. I hid the magazine in the garage, and took it out when the urge arose, which was becoming more frequent. Looking back, in the psychological debate of nature over nurture, it was my natural self coming to the fore.
By now I was in my late 30s. The pub had two distinct types of clientele, an older gang, and a group of youngsters who came in to play pool and the jukebox. I took a shine to several of the young guys, and were in my thoughts when I masturbated. I also acquired a couple of bi porn videos, which I hid. They obviously had women in them, but it was the men, with their big cocks that I lusted over.
A gang of six of us (me and 5 young guys) went on a weekend break to Ostend in Belgium. I honestly didn't know that the guy I roomed with was gay, until we went to bed. He came out of the shower, drying himself, naked. I couldn't take my eyes off his fat, uncut cock. Lads of my age were circumcised at birth. I sprang a boner, that didn't go unnoticed. We fell into bed, and I kissed a man for the first time. It felt completely natural, and he kissed better than my wife. That night we ended up having mutual masturbation, and again in the morning. I hadn't been that horny in years. The following evening, I sampled proper oral sex for the first time. My wife wasn't keen. I never knew, or cared, whether the other members of the gang suspected anything, but they probably did.
Back home, I once again had to behave myself, until a few of us went to a rock festival, with Aerosmith headlining. I roomed with the lad I was with in Belgium. It was a long drive, and having checked into our B&B, chilled out with a few beers. The festival was next day. The following morning, my room mate had a bath, and with a little encouragement, I fucked him in the bath. The concert was amazing, we stayed another night, and had sex again, and travelled home next day.
Back home, a few days later, one of the group asked me, quite candidly, if we had fucked, I admitted that we had. It would have been pointless lying as the guilt was on my face.
A few months later, we bought another pub, in the next village, about four miles away. Quite often, I would be in one pub and the wife in another. It allowed me and the lad to have sex frequently. This went on for four years. like a farce, if the wife wasn't there, I had gay sex.
