Date: Fri, 3 May 2002 01:10:46 -0400
From: skybolt@canoemail.com
Subject: Married Man's Gay Encounters

	Ever since I was a teenager, I have been sexually attracted to
men. However, years ago I chose to marry and raise children. I like being
married. I love my wife and I enjoy sex with her. But (and here comes a big
but) I still have feelings for men. I know there are other bi-sexual men
who feel the same way because every now and then I meet one. That's what
this story is about.
	The names have been changed.

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	It was raining off and on all afternoon. The weather was gray and a
little windy. Even though it was not really cold, the temperature was
chilly enough for a sweater.  The weatherman said it would be drizzly the
rest of the day. And here I was sitting in an open house. As a real estate
agent eager to get a plum listing, I had told a builder I would hold his
new house open every Sunday, rain or shine. True to my word, I was
dutifully there this rainy Sunday afternoon.
	I sat on a folding lawn chair in the middle of the den in a
beautiful and empty new house, reading a book. I had been there for three
hours and not a soul had come by. It wasn't a waste of time. At least I got
to read a lot and get some work done on my computer. It was nice to be
alone. I was lost in my work when the woosh of the front door opening
interrupted the peace. I heard the shuffle of shoes being wiped on the
mat. Lowered, indistinguishable voices filled the air. I went to the foyer
to see who had entered my world.
	A couple with two kids and a baby was shaking the rain off of
themselves.  Instinctively, I stuck out my hand. "Come in.  Come in. Get
out of that weather. It's nice and warm in here. Come in and make
yourselves right at home," I said. "My name is Paul," I offered as I shook
the woman's hand. She was juggling the baby on her shoulder. I said "Hi" to
the kids with a sort of half wave. Then I took a step closer to the
husband, who was the last one through the door. He looked to be about my
age, weight and height. I looked into his eyes, smiled broadly, and said,
"I'm Paul." He smiled back. There was something in those eyes. His face had
an aurora of energy. I could tell he was a friendly, fun guy. He was also
good looking in a slightly above average sort of way. His eyes were a
steely blue. The whites were a bluish white. Even though his face was
smooth -- close shaven, no laugh lines -- he had lots of thick gray hair.
He was totally gray.  Prematurely gray, I guessed. It looked great on him.
He was dressed in a navy turtleneck sweater and gray suit pants. Slightly
above average? No, he was handsome.
	He and I looked each other right in the eyes. He smiled. You know
how sometimes you come into the presence of someone new and there is an
instant attraction? I felt chemistry. I didn't mean to, but I guess I was
the one who inadvertently got things started. I put out my hand. He shook
it. His hand was cold and wet, but firm and decisive. I let my hand linger
a bit longer than normal. Just a second. He had started to lower his head
while we were shaking but when my handshake lasted a moment longer than
usual his head darted back up and he looked at me hard. The smile didn't
change. As our hands dropped I was pretty sure I noticed him do a fast
look-over. I think he checked me out but I could have been mistaken. "No
way," I thought. "No way." He said his name was Rob.
	They came into the bright den. I had every light in the house
burning so it looked like noon on a sunny day. I also had a fire in the
fireplace, too. Even though there wasn't any furniture, I knew how to make
the house look inviting. I did my friendly real estate agent thing.
Together we walked through the den, dining room, kitchen, garage and then
over to the master bedroom and luxurious big master bath. I asked lots of
friendly questions. They told me they were moving in from out of state
because he had gotten a great promotion and a job transfer. They were
excited. We made small talk about the local economy and they asked me some
solid questions about the local schools.  They had done their homework.
They were educated people. I liked that.
	I also liked that he was a toucher.  When he spoke, he sometimes
laughed and every now and then he touched my forearm or shoulder to
reinforce what he said. Of course, I did not resist or withdraw. There was
nothing obnoxious about the touching. He was gregarious. I took it as a
sign he was comfortable with me.  Besides, he was touching his wife the
same way.
	When were walking out of the bedroom, the wife went first. He was
behind me so I was going to go through the door next, but he scooted past
me to join his wife and in the narrow doorway he pressed close by me and
his hand brushed right against my butt. It was accidental, I'm sure, so I
chose to think nothing of it. Earlier when he had reached for the pantry
doorknob just as I did, his hand had momentarily covered mine. It was
accidental, I'm sure.
	After we toured the guest bath, he was the last one out and I
looked back to comment on something. But I swallowed my words when I saw
what he was doing. He was not facing me. In fact I don't think he knew I
was looking in his direction. But I accidentally saw him adjust his cock in
his pants by grabbing it in the middle, the way you pick up a banana. His
fingertips were about 2 inches apart and he shifted his male equipment a
little to the left and then the right. "He must have had a semi hard-on," I
thought, "I'd love to see his dick.  I can't be thinking like this right
now."
	The kids had run upstairs. I motioned the parents over to the
window to see the deck.  Since everything was wet outside I didn't want to
tramp around the backyard so we stood in a window that was kind of
narrow. The wife was next to me on my right and Rob was behind me.  As I
pointed out features of the huge deck, fancy custom-built railing, and
utility lines for a future hot tub, they both leaned closer to the window
to take a look. Since he was behind me, he leaned forward and his chest
pressed against my back. He felt strong, warm and masculine. The touching
was accidental.  Then I felt his left thigh press against the back of my
right leg. Since both of us were wearing suit pants, there was no more
fabric between us than, say, what you have with a sheet. Is it possible
this was no accident, too? It had to be unintentional. He was a friendly
guy. But he didn't move away after looking at the deck. I stayed in my
position and he stayed in his. He couldn't be coming on to me. No way! For
heaven's sake, his wife and 3 children were in the house with him. Even if
he felt frisky, there was no way we could do anything. And besides, I
didn't really feel certain he was bi.
	I decided to point out some other backyard features so we could
stay at the window a few minutes longer. I wanted to see if he would break
the connection. He stood still.  Actually, I should say, he stood there
without taking a step back. He wasn't really still.  Gently, almost
imperceptivity, he slowly shifted the weight on his left foot so that the
front of his thigh brushed up and down against the back of my leg!
	As we turned back into the foyer to go upstairs, he indicated I
should lead the way by putting a hand on my back, at about waist height,
and gently applied a little pressure to steer me into the lead position. It
was not a hesitant finger-tip touch -- he had his full hand flat against
my body. His hand wasn't cold anymore. I had a suit coat on and even
through the fabric his palm and fingers felt hot, gentle, and firm. I could
feel each of his fingers. I wanted to turn and see if his dick was
wrestling to get free of his pants but I didn't because his wife was right
there behind him.
	After 15 minutes touring the house and chatting amiably about the
community, we were interrupted when the baby started to fuss. The wife said
she left the diaper bag in the car. "We have to go, kids! I have to change
the baby." she said aloud. The kids ran to the foyer and out the front door
to their mini-van parked on the street. It was still drizzling and the wind
had picked up. In the foyer, I told the parents good bye. After I shook the
wife's hand, she put her hand over the baby's head and took a step out the
door. As I shook Rob's hand, he asked me if I could recommend a couple of
good places to eat. She didn't stay to hear. She walked briskly to the
mini-van to minimize getting wet. As Rob and I talked for a moment longer,
lightning flashed like a dynamite blast and thunder roared over us like a
cannon. Instinctively, we both ducked. Then the sky opened up as if a levee
had burst. The rain gushed down in torrents. A cloud burst was right over
us.
	Rob was getting ready to make a run for it. I put my hand firmly on
his shoulder and said, "Wait. Don't go just yet. It can't rain this hard
for long. There is no point in you getting soaked. Wait a few minutes." Rob
looked toward the mini-van and shrugged his shoulders like, "There's
nothing I can do." It was coming down so hard I couldn't tell if she picked
up his signal. The wind blew rain into the foyer so I tugged on his sleeve
to get him out of the way and I closed the door.
	"It won't take long," I offered.
	"No, it doesn't have to," he said, looking directly into my eyes
and smiling. With that he dropped his hand down to gently squeeze his
banana, again. He touched it once and moved his hand away, perhaps not
certain how I would respond. I smiled and looked directly at his crotch.
Then I looked into his face while I touched my dick. He looked in the
direction of my package and touched his crotch again. "Is there anything
else you want to show me?" he asked in a whisper.
	"I think you have something to show me," I whispered back.
	Rob took a step toward me, reached out his hand and, with his
fingertips, traced the outline of the end of my rising cock. I didn't
resist. Then he put both of his hands firmly on my shoulders and spun both
of us around so that my back was to the door. He was still facing me. He
pressed me against the door, looked in my eyes in a longing way and kissed
me. My hands went for his crotch. Through the lightweight wool pants I
could feel his brick of a dick. It flexed. It stiffened. Like an animal
that wants out of a cage, it pressed up against the fabric of his trousers.
It was insistent. I squeezed it. It felt wide. I confirmed he had on
boxers. His dick had room to move. I wore boxers, too. My cock went from 0
to 60 in 1 second and pressed forward in my pants.
	He fumbled for my zipper, pulled it down and fished out my male
snake. He held it like a treasure in his firm hand. He looked transfixed at
it. "Nice dick," he said under his breath. Then he stroked it a few quick
ones. I pulled down his zipper and fished out his manhood. It was a beauty.
About 6 inches long (same as mine) and thick. His fucker had a big mushroom
cap head. The veins engorged it to the max, and being red and raised along
the shaft, they transformed his dick into the ultimate masculine tool. Even
though he was as Angelo as me, his dick had a dark cast to it. I liked
that. I squeezed him and savored the feel of a man's tool in my fingers. He
jacked me enthusiastically.
	Rob dropped to his knees and engulfed my swollen cock. His tongue
lapped under my dickhead cap, over the slit, and back underneath. It felt
wonderful. My boxers had a snap above the fly. He opened them and pulled my
boxers and my pants down to my ankles. I was pressed flat against the front
door. He devoured my dick. I put my hands on the sides of his fucking
face. I wanted to stroke him some more. I wanted to grasp his manhood. But
this was his show. I did what he directed. I didn't close my eyes to savor
it because I wanted to see everything that was happening. I wanted to
remember. It felt so good to have a man work my dick again. While he face
fucked me, his right hand cupped my low hanging balls and then he made a
ring around my cock with his thumb and forefinger. He face-pumped and
jacked me simultaneously; when his head pulled back toward my tip, his
tight finger ring also pulled along my shaft toward the tip. When he
plunged forward, his fingers pushed it the same direction, just ahead of
his lips. With his other had he took his forefinger and kneaded my ass. I
felt his wedding ring on my ass check.  He circled my asshole. He explored
around it while sucking me and then worked his finger in up to his first
knuckle. My legs trembled and my knees shook. I was in paradise.
	The storm pounded. I knew this couldn't last long. The fury of the
storm heightened the excitement of sex with a handsome, married stranger.
Knowing his family was only 50 feet away on the other side of the door made
it even twice as sexy. The thrill of doing it in a risky place raced my
heart. It was wonderful. I clenched my ass checks tight on his finger and
tensed the muscles in my crotch. I wanted to come right away. I felt my hot
sperm move up like molten lava. "Ohhhhh, that feels sooooooooo good." I
could barely get those few words out. My dick swelled. It felt immense. My
energy soared. "Lick me cocksucker. Suck me.  Face fuck me. Love my cock,
cocksucker. I'm going to cum!" There was no holding back. My dick exploded.
When I jack myself, my cum flies. With his mouth devouring my rod, I
couldn't see it shoot out but I knew that familiar feeling -- it would have
traveled a yard. The rush was incredible. My dick stayed hard. I was too
excited to go soft. As soon as I emptied my baby-making juice into his
throat, my eyes rolled back into my head and I semi- collapsed, propping
all of my weight against the door while still standing. Then I quickly
opened my eyes and stood up. I knew we would only have a few more minutes
together and I wanted to experience him.
	I put my hands under his arms and lifted him. We kissed. I pushed
my lips over his and pushed my tongue into his hot mouth. I could taste me
and Rob. My cum and his saliva made a creamy drink. I sloshed my tongue
through his mouth. Then with my right hand I grabbed his dick and worked
him quickly in a jacking fashion. His cock throbbed hot and thick. He was
as rigid as a flagpole. His dick was perfect: stiff yet soft and silky. His
balls jiggled out of his fly and some public hair, which was gray like the
hair on his head, capped off the picture. This daddy was a beauty.
	IT FEELS SO GOOD TO HOLD A HARD DICK! I pushed and pulled with my
right hand. Since he was facing me, it was "backwards" from when I jack
myself. I pushed on his shoulder and turned him around. Now his back was to
me and he was in my arms. I reached around his waist, found his treasure
pole and worked it good. He pushed all of his weight against me and again I
was pressed against the front door. I couldn't tell if the rain was still
coming in buckets so that meant I had to really hurry because it was
probably slacking up. I jacked him with my right hand and reached under his
sweater with my left. My hand slid up his belly to his chest. I found one
of his erect nipples. It was as hard as his dick. I pinched it hard. He
yelped, "Awh!" I let up, flicked his nipple and then pinched again. I
kissed the back of his neck. His hips writhed. His ass banged against my
still hard dick. My prick was prodded the crack of his ass, although he
still had his navy blue silk boxers up. I could feel his tremors. The
precum that oozed from his tip soaked my fingers and made my long fingers
glide over his cap. We could hear the sucking sound of wet jacking as I
worked the cap. I jacked him with my thumb and 3 middle fingers in an O. My
little finger, though, I bent it up in a way that it traveled up and down
the sensitive nerve under his rod. That added sensation was fantastic for
him. He moaned.
	Everything was happening fast. His clipped breathing and the
tightening of his chest muscles told me he was on the verge of exploding.
"This - is - going - to - be - a - big - one!" he exclaimed breathlessly.
He drew out the last word into three syllables. He tensed. He froze. His
dick let loose. His steaming husband-stuff smacked against the tile floor.
I squeezed his fuck tool a bit tighter as I continued to pump him. His jism
bolted out in three more waves. The last ones coated my fingers with hot,
sticky, creamy goo. I couldn't see him shoot because my head was behind him
and on his shoulder but I could feel that it was a massive load. I slowed
the pace and continued the jacking motion lubricating his cock with his own
sperm.
	He sighed and relaxed. "Thank you," he said. Rob reached behind his
head and touched my face. Then he turned so he could look in my eyes with
his steely blues. He kissed me and said, "That was wonderful. You don't
know how bad I needed that."
	I had on a suit jacket with a white cotton handkerchief as a pocket
square. "We need this," he said as he pulled it out. He wiped his mouth, my
mouth, and then his spent cock. I took it from him and finished wiping his
masculine rod. I wiped my dick, too. I noticed some cum got on my pants. I
don't know if it was his or mine. I hoped it was his. I wiped it, too, and
dropped the handkerchief over a cum puddle on the tile floor.
	Quickly, we finished cleaning up. I squeezed his dick a last time
as he put it away and fondled it once more though his soft, thin pants. In
a flash we made sure our clothes were tucked in and, wordlessly, we checked
each other out. We passed inspection and he opened the door. The heavy rain
had ended. It was drizzling again. I had no idea how long we were at it. It
felt both like seconds and like a long time. As he dashed out the door he
didn't say "Good bye." Instead he again said "Thank you."
	I closed the door and peeked through the window. I wondered what he
said to his wife about his absence. I wondered if he smelled like sex. Then
I leaned back against the front door again. This time I thought, "I kissed
the same lips she kisses. I played with the same dick she plays with. I
caressed his nipples.  The cock he pushes deep into her cunt he pushed into
my hand. The sperm they probably giggled over when they dated I got to feel
on my hand."  With that last thought, I put the forefinger of my right hand
into my mouth and with my left hand I turned the lock on the door. Open
house was closed.

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I hope you liked my story. If you're married, I'd love to hear one of
yours. Write me at skybolt@canoemail.com. I'll post more stories soon.