To Gay or not to Gay

If he were to describe, in a short phrase, his life, Richard would say: happily married. At 32, Richard enjoyed a good job at the local bank with promising future prospects of promotion. Both he and his wife worked, so they generated a handsome income to ensure a good life. They both had decided not to have children yet.

Richard leant back in his office leather chair and reflected. Happily married. Married? Yes, definitely, and he had a good relationship with his wife. Happily? In many aspects, also yes. Richard nodded his head as if he were agreeing with himself, or perhaps trying to convince himself.

At that moment, the new employee, a kid called Brian, knocked and walked in with an envelope.

“This just came in,” Brian placed the envelope on the desk. “For you.”

As a new junior employee at the bank, a gofer really, Brian had an attitude. He was very good looking, more than just handsome, with straight, light-brown hair which he wore long, almost reaching down to his shoulders, and which the bank didn’t look very favorably at. He had brown eyes, smooth light skin, and the shadow of a beard and moustache. Most striking was his attitude. He didn’t behave like junior clerks usually did. He walked straight with upheld chin and a touch of suave swagger to his hips, the hint of a smirk on his face.

Richard liked Brian the minute he first saw him a couple of months ago when Brian started at the bank. Brian reminded him of himself when he was that age. Time and experience had tempered him, and instead of the long hair he used to have and to be proud of, he now wore his hair short, almost crew cut. He was clean-shaven, but every time he looked at his face in the mirror, he liked the way his chin was shaped, triangular, masculine, accentuating his lips which were full but not effeminate.

“Thank you, kid,” Richard said as he looked at the young man now standing in front of his desk, in polo shirt and tight jeans. Brian was not held to the bank’s dress code since he had no business with clients. He worked in and among the offices, so he was allowed some leeway in how he dressed.

“Brian,” Brian corrected, his chin raised a little, as if looking down on the older, senior employee sitting in the chair.

“Oh, sorry, Brian,” Richard smiled. This kid is definitely arrogant. It might be the end of him in this bank. But Richard liked this. “Thank you, Brian.”

Without smiling, Brian nodded his head, turned and walked out. Richard heaved a sigh as he watched Brian’s butt.

Back to his reflections, Richard returned to the “happily” part of his life. Was he really happy? In the full sense of the word? Brian’s raised chin of arrogance popped into his mind, and he felt a faint stirring in his groin. What? What was that feeling? Richard knotted his eyebrows and reached down to his crotch to rub on his developing erection. What the fuck? I am developing an erection just by thinking about this kid?

This disturbed Richard. He wasn’t gay, but he had just had an erection thinking of a guy, a kid. This hadn’t happened since he himself was a kid, during the few times he jerked off with his cousin. They were both teens and the masturbation was a coming-of-age thing. He had never thought about those times much. Also, he wasn’t in the habit of masturbating, especially since he got married.

His sex life was quite satisfactory even though at certain times he wished that his wife wasn’t as prudish as she was during sex. For example, he had never experienced a real blow job, although he fantasized a lot about it. He had seen porn flicks where women would swallow men’s dicks and eat their cum, looking up at the ejaculating men with satisfaction and gratitude. But the couple of times Wendy, his wife, tried to suck his dick, she gagged and stopped saying that it killed her desire for sex. He wondered how it would feel to have someone’s lips around his penis, sucking up and down the shaft, gratefully. He wondered how it would feel to ejaculate down someone’s hungry throat, squirting his cum deep as the lips and tongue worked on his cock, as the eyes looked up at him, with gratitude for his seed.

He had a raging erection now.

Shit! Richard needed release. But it was still 11 o’clock in the morning. He got up from his chair and looked down at his crotch. He had a very visible bulge. Richard’s cock was bigger than average. According to statistics he once saw on the Internet, the average size of an adult male penis was somewhat between 5.5 and 6.5 inches when hard. He had measured his when he read the statistic. It was a comfortable 7 inches. In the loose boxer shorts he was wearing now, his pants bulged with his erection, unrestrained by a tight pair of briefs or under shorts. Trying his best to hide his crotch, he sauntered to the toilet. He would masturbate.

When he entered the toilet at the end of the corridor outside his office, thankful for not meeting anyone on his way, there was Brian, washing his hands at the sink. Brian looked up into the mirror and saw the reflection of Richard standing frozen just inside the door. His eyes dropped down Richard’s front to immediately notice the bulge in his pants. As if in a trance, blushing like a school girl, Richard walked unsteadily towards the toilet stall.

“Missing the wife?” Richard heard Brian say after he had noticed the smirk on the kid’s face when he saw his bulge in the mirror.

Shit! The kid is not only arrogant but also impudent. What did he mean by that remark? Instead of walking into the stall, Richard turned and looked at Brian, not bothering to hide his crotch anymore.

“What do you mean by that, Brian?” He hoped he sounded as angry and as affronted as he felt, although this didn’t lessen the intensity of his erection. On the contrary, he felt his cock had hardened even more, throbbing inside his pants, tenting outwards and upwards.

“Nothing,” Brian smirked, looking down at the visible bulge. “But it is sort of unusual for someone to develop a hard-on in the middle of a working day.”

Richard was at a loss as to how to get out of this awkward situation with some kind of dignity. He hated the fact that he had put himself in a situation where he had to justify something as personal as an erection to a kid at work. He decided to go flippant about it since his attitude of anger and being insulted was not working with Brian.

Smiling, he rubbed his bulge slowly, gazing straight into Brian’s face, and said, “I take it, then, that you haven’t had a similar experience.”

“Remember that I am considered by everyone in this place, you included, as an inexperienced kid. You always think of me as a kid. Well, now you claim that I am experienced, and in what? In having erections! If you want to know, MR. Richard, I do have erections, and some of them are huge to the point of pain. You do realize that I have a cock and that I get horny, just like you.”

Richard couldn’t believe his ears. This kid was really arrogant. How dared he? But his thoughts were more interested in Brian’s erections. Damn it to hell and back! How could he explain all these conflicting feelings? Why was he so sexually aroused by talk of another guy’s hard dick? He glanced down at Brian’s crotch and noticed a bulge also. As soon as he did that, Richard was shocked to see Brian reach down and rub his own crotch, mirroring Richard’s early movement.

“And what do you usually do when such a thing happens at work in the middle of the day?” Richard probed.

He couldn’t end this conversation, for some reason. He felt more and more attracted to this handsome boy standing in front him, with an attitude, rubbing his bulging crotch.

“I do what you were planning to do when you came in here. I jack off,” Brian responded haughtily as if he had just stated some major business decision.

This wasn’t going anywhere, Richard thought. There they were, two men with erections, behaving like two competing male chimpanzees!

Turning toward the toilet stall, Richard said as he undid his pants buckle, “Well, in this case, this is exactly what I will do.” He hesitated for a second and added, to his surprise, “Would you care to join me?”

Brian looked around furtively, still rubbing his crotch but losing some of his arrogance, and then walked towards Richard. They entered the stall and locked the door. The stall was one of those cubicles with walls reaching all the way down to the floor, but to around one foot under the ceiling. Once inside, the two men dropped their pants and took out their hard erections, each stroking his hardness.

The stall was too small for them to remain at a distance from each other. They stood on both sides of the toilet seat, their pelvises thrust forward, their dicks almost touching. Richard noticed that the kid was hung. His cock was uncut, as long as his own, but actually fat in the middle of the shaft.

Brian was working the skin up and down his cock shaft, exposing the pink head knob every time he pulled the skin back down to the base. The only time Richard saw an uncircumcised penis was in porn flicks. He had to use spit on his cut cock to masturbate. But Brian didn’t need spit; he simply used the skin to work his hard rod.

Without saying a word, Richard reached for Brian’s dick. He had to experience the feeling of fisting a cock, of a hard shaft sliding up and down the skin. Brian thrust forward further and let the older man stroke him. Brian was smirking.

“You like my cock, don’t you, Richard?” Brian whispered.

Richard noticed that Brian had dropped the Mr. or sir part. He immediately let go of the young kid’s cock, face turning red. Slowly, Brian advanced a step, took Richard’s hand and replaced it on his erection. Fisting the uncut, fat cock, Richard became more excited.

Brian smiled wider. “Yes, Richard, you like my dick.”

Richard stroked, gradually losing his furtiveness.

“Don’t you like mine, Brian?” he said.

“Sure do,” the kid answered without hesitation.

Brian spit into his palm and reached for Richard’s dick, fisting it, and the two started stroking each other. Brian leaned forward, and Richard did the same, the two faces inches apart, the eyes becoming glazed, the breathing getting throatier and faster. They kissed. When they ejaculated into each other’s palm, their lips were still glued to each other.

Cum was everywhere, including their dropped pants. Their hands were full of man juice, sticky, slimy, but hot. Richard experienced the most intense ejaculation he had ever had, including the actual fucking with his wife. Letting their breathing settle, using tissue to wipe off the cum, the two men pulled up their trousers and left the stall. At the sinks, they washed. Not a word. Richard felt embarrassed, but Brian’s attitude became even more arrogant now that he had this senior employee jerk him off.

As he walked back to his office, Richard was trying to collect his thoughts. What had just happened was not planned. It was not intentional. Was it an accident? Richard doubted that. His erection was caused by his attraction to the kid, he finally admitted to himself. When Brian fisted his dick, Richard’s knees went weak. When he held onto Brian’s thick cock, he almost collapsed onto the floor. When he ejaculated into Brian’s hand, he felt his whole insides squirting out of his cock. When he gripped the throbbing squirting young cock, it was the most amazing feeling.

He sat down in his chair, rubbing off the couple of spots of cum on his pants; he knew that he wanted to have real sex with Brian. He wanted Brian in bed, naked, embracing, and naturally fucking. When he watched the porn he downloaded from the Internet, he marvelled at the anal penetrations. Guys with huge dicks would ram women’s asses as the women bent over. This excited him a lot. Now he was thinking of a guy’s ass instead of a woman’s. Wendy never allowed him to touch her back door. The couple of times he tried, she moved away and complained that that was not her “thing,” that it was “unnatural,” and that she was astonished that Richard should even “consider such a loathsome act.” So she didn’t suck cock; so she wouldn’t consider anal sex. What the hell?

Strangely enough, Richard had never even thought of looking at gay porn. It hadn’t occurred to him that guys also had asses. Now all he could think of was Brian’s ass.

It was around half an hour later, with Richard pacing around in his office, lost in all sorts of conflicting thoughts and feelings that Brian walked in, without knocking, as usual, and sauntered over to Richard’s desk, sitting in the chair in front of the desk, crossing his legs, one ankle on the knee of the other leg, smirking.

“That was nice, Richard,” he said, gazing unabashedly straight into Richard’s brown eyes. Richard felt himself blush. Shit! Richard was made embarrassed by a kid. He stared back. Brian looked very handsome and Richard felt trembling going through his body.

“Yes,” Richard said in a low voice. “You are a very attractive young man, Brian.” He almost said kid but caught himself at the last moment.

“That’s very condescending of you, Richard,” Brian knotted his brow, but kept the smirk.

“It was meant as a compliment,” Richard retorted, almost apologetically.

“Oh, ok,” Brian conceded. “So you find me attractive? But you are married.”

“Yes, I am,” Richard bit his lip, feeling a knot in his stomach.

“I see,” Brian said, changing his smirk to a sweet smile. “You go both ways.”

“Not really,” Richard refused to accept the facts staring him in the face. “I have never had these feelings before. Without seeming condescending to you, I will admit that this is a first for me and it confuses me.”

“Confuses you? What is so confusing about developing an erection for another man?”

“It hasn’t happened before.”

“There’s always a first time, Richard,” Brian brought back the smirk to his face, but he looked so cute nevertheless. “I need to be candid with you. Can I?”

“Sure.”

“I find you very attractive, Richard, and I have been wondering how I could get you interested in me, sexually, knowing that you are married and all. But I am very glad that you like me, sexually, and I think it would be quite nice for us to carry this further. I am a very discreet gay person, in case you are concerned.”

“And what do you suggest?” Did Richard actually pursue the idea of having sex with Brian, like this, in the open? Without argument? Without even a touch of guilt? Sex with a gay man, no, a gay kid?

“I live alone and we can spend some time together if you like.”

Surprisingly, Brian had lost his arrogance. There was some kind of a pleading expression on his cute boy face. He was so very attractive and Richard wanted him.

“Today,” Richard said huskily. “After work. I can stay for an hour or so later than usual and blame the traffic.”

Brian’s smile was wide and satisfied.

“Today it is, Richard,” he said as he rose and left the office, sauntering seductively.

The blow job Brian gave Richard in the privacy of the kid’s apartment was way beyond Richard’s fantasies. The way Brian treated the older man’s cock was heavenly. Brian kissed, licked, slobbered, swallowed, gagged and swallowed some more, pressed his lips, ran his tongue, spit and stroked, pulled on the balls, caressed the area under the balls. Brian did everything in his power to give Richard the ultimate pleasure.

When Richard reciprocated, the uncut cock felt very strange in his mouth at first. He was down on his knees, eating cock. Incredible! He had never ever even dreamt about doing this. It had never even entered his mind or imagination. But there he was, swallowing young hard cock. He tasted the saltiness and sliminess of the hot boy’s dick. He smelled soap mixed with sweat, manly, erotic. His nose buried in the kid’s pubic hair as he swallowed the whole length of man cock, feeling the head throb and probe into his throat, the thickness of the shaft stretching his jaws. When Brian shot his load, Richard swallowed. Oh, man! He was eating another man’s semen. The incredible part was that he enjoyed it immensely. He didn’t feel repulsed or nauseated. He kept swallowing the thick, creamy boy juice, aching for more. Brian squirted a lot of semen, but Richard wanted more.

Standing up, feeling the sticky semen on his lips, Richard grabbed Brian and kissed him passionately. They were both naked. Brian pulled Richard over to the sofa bed, fished out lube and condom, and invited Richard, who was still raging hard, for a fucking session.

Richard’s penetration of Brian’s boy hole, missionary style, was in no way similar to fucking his wife. Pussy was accommodating, especially when wet. Brian’s ass was tight, puckering crazily on Richard’s cock, milking him. Except when his wife was completely aroused, which wasn’t very often now that he thought about it, Richard had never experienced the squeezing and tightness he was experiencing now.

Richard held the boy’s ankles up high and watched as the grimaces of pain at the initial penetration changed to moans of pleasure. He looked at his cock as it disappeared inside the lightly hairy thighs, under the fuzzy balls, deep into the insides of this beautiful young man.

Brian was stroking himself in rhythm with Richard’s fucking. It was amazing for Richard how erotic it was to watch the boy’s face and chest as he fucked him. Incredible: A man on his back, legs spread, under him, taking in his cock! Richard thrust. He went faster; Brian was writhing and squirming under him. He looked beautiful. Richard bent over, increasing the tempo of his fucking, found Brian’s lips and kissed him deep, sensations of intense sex wracking his body.

No matter it was a guy! No matter it was an ass! Richard fucked.

He came huge. Squirting into the condom inside Brian’s ass, he was amazed at his ability to ejaculate so much in less than half an hour. With his wife, it would have been just once, roll over, and go to sleep. Fucking Brian, Richard wanted to go on forever. Over and over. Squirt after squirt, and then when his nuts emptied, he flexed, and fucked, never wanting to stop, the young ass tunnel spasming around his engorged cock.

It was time to reflect more seriously about himself, Richard thought during the drive back home. Was he gay? He had just sucked cock and fucked male ass. If that was not gay, what was? But he also thought about sex with his wife. That was also satisfying, Richard had to admit to himself. But was it as satisfying as with Brian? Actually, there was love when he was with his wife. They made love. With Brian it was lust, animalistic, intense.

This was very confusing to Richard. Had he just cheated on his wife? Damn it to hell. Yes. He felt guilty. But he hadn’t fucked another woman, had he? He fucked ass. His wife wouldn’t let him come near her ass, but was that enough reason to fuck Brian? He loved the feeling of sucking cock, which his wife didn’t have and couldn’t supply. Was sucking Brian’s penis cheating on his wife? Fuck! Along that line of logic, was jacking off in the bathroom cheating on his wife also?

His reflections got him nowhere. On the contrary, he was more confused now than he had been before. One thing he was certain of, and that was the erection between his thighs as he drove home. He was hard for Brian not for his wife. That was more a factual situation than a reflective one. His male hardness very clearly told him so. He knew that he was going to fuck Brian again. And again. Regardless. So he was gay, or perhaps bisexual. So he was cheating on his wife. So he might end up with a divorce. He was not the first one to get a divorce. Richard heaved. At least they didn’t have children. Thank God for little favours. He touched himself, rubbing his hard dick. He ejaculated four times already today and he was still hard, desiring more.

More of Brian.

That should tell him something, shouldn’t it?