My Autobiography

More gay sex, coming out to the family.

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Owning two pubs became too much hassle, so I quit one to devote my time to the one that had the most potential. Just after Christmas, a family from the Council estate came in, Mum, daughter and two sons. With my wife beside me, I chatted up the younger son, though I don't know how I knew he was gay. He said he had a flat in a town 20 miles away, so I offered to drop him home tomorrow. On the journey, I found out that he was 20 and unemployed, but had catering qualifications. He would be 21 in a few weeks time. His flat was, in fact, a shitty bedsit. We kissed for the first time. Very soon we were naked on the bed, stroking one another. I got him so worked up, that when he came, it cleared his head. He lived in the same town as the cash and carry we used for the pub. Every time I went there, I went to the bedsit and had sex. Once he was 21, the legal age then, I fucked him. Our love grew from lust. 

January and February were quiet time in the pub, so I persuaded my wife that I needed a break, and met up with my lover in London. We stayed in a cheap hotel and had a weekend of sex. 

My wife decided to go back to teaching, her previous career, so I suggested my lover joined us and lived in, She knew nothing of our relationship. She would go to school, and we would make love. Stressful though it was, we carried on like this for three years.  

My wife and I went on holiday to Malaysia. When we arrived home, I was devastated to find a note on our bedroom door, saying that the stress was too much, and that he had left, and was living in a pub a few miles away. I went to see him, and we ended up fighting, not knowing how we cold carry on. I went home, had a few beers, then drove illegally to the nearest city, 15 miles away. I sat in the car, and wrote a letter to my wife, through tears, owning up to everything. I was likely to lose my wife, children, and pub, as the village was very homophobic. Within weeks, she had left, taking my children with her. 

My lover and I ran the pub together. Luckily, the village wasn't as bad as I feared. We had it for another two years before putting it on the market.      

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