Married Gay Man

“I’m worried about you, Owen,” my father had said to me one Saturday night when I was reading alone in my room. “You leave for college in a month. You should be out having fun with your friends—not sitting at home. What’s going on with you?”

“I just—I just don’t relate to my friends anymore,” I shrugged sullenly. “All they want to do is get drunk and hookup with each other. Who am I supposed to hookup with when I’m the only gay kid that I know?”

“I know it’s tough being gay in a small town,” Dad sighed, his hand on my shoulder. “And I’m so proud of you for being out to your mom and me, and all your friends. But I’ve been thinking maybe you should talk with someone.”

“Jesus, Dad,” I exclaimed. “I don’t need a shrink.”

“No—not a shrink,” Dad laughed. “I was thinking of this new guy in my office—Nate. He’s a homosexual, like you.”

“Ugh, Dad,” I cringed. “First—just say gay. Homosexual is so cringey. And second—I don’t want to talk with some random gay dude.”

But Dad ignored my objections and made arrangements for me to meet Nate at his place the next Saturday afternoon. Driving to Nate’s condo, I was expecting him to be some old queen. Thus, I was rather surprised when a hot-as-fuck guy in his mid-twenties opened the door.

“You must be Owen,” Nate beamed, greeting me with a firm handshake and pulling me inside. “Have a seat on the couch. Would you like a beer? I know you’re only eighteen, but I won’t tell your dad.”

“Nah,” I declined. “Dad will smell it on my breath. Better make it a Coke, if you’ve got it.”

Nate appeared a moment later with a beer for him and a Coke for me, seating himself next to me on the couch. His cologne smelled fucking amazing.

“I know your dad wants you to open up to me about your journey,” Nate began. “But you don’t have to do this. Just because we both like dick, doesn’t mean you’ll want to talk with me.”

“No—I do want to talk with you,” I assured Nate. And looking him up and down, I knew that I wanted to do more than just talk.

“Good,” Nate smiled, taking a sip of his beer. “Why don’t you start by telling me when you first suspected you might be gay?”

“Umm—sure,” I agreed. “It was sixth grade. Greg Horton sat next to me in math. I thought he liked me because he would always give me some of his Starbursts. So one day I told Greg that I thought he was cute—and then he called me a faggot, and the teacher let him switch seats with fat-ass Lisa Geckly.”

“Jesus,” Nate exclaimed. “Okay—well, how about a happier memory? Tell me about the first time you kissed a boy.”

“I—uh—I’ve never kissed a boy,” I admitted sheepishly. “I was the only gay kid in my graduating class. There was no one to kiss. I’ve never done anything with a guy.”

“Don’t feel bad,” Nate said, placing a reassuring hand on my knee. “I was a late bloomer, too. You’ll more than make up for it in college.”

“But that’s the problem—I don’t want to wait until college,” I shared. “And I don’t want the guys there to dismiss me as inexperienced and naive.”

“Well, maybe that’s something I can help you with,” Nate whispered, leaning towards me. His lips were soon upon mine, sending an electric shock through my body. The beer on his tongue tasted forbidden—intoxicating. Nate’s hand moved from my knee to the sensitive domain of my inner-thigh, my cock hardening to his touch. I reached between his legs and could feel his hard cock straining against his pants. I couldn’t believe this way happening—and so fast.

“Let’s take this to my bed,” Nate declared, rising from the couch and pulling me to his bedroom. Within seconds, the floor was littered with our clothes as Nate instructed me to get on the bed. And that’s when I got my first glimpse of his cock. The dude was huge.

“There’s no fucking way that’s gonna fit inside me,” I gestured to Nate’s big cock, which was rapidly hardening. I had caught glimpses of my Dad’s cock at times when he showered, but Nate’s dick looked nearly twice as big.

“Trust me—you can take it,” Nate assured me. “I’ll start off slow. And I’m also a connoisseur of eating ass. I’ll have your hole ready for this cock in no time.”

As if on cue, Nate pushed my legs up to my chest, raising my ass off the bed, as he dove into my virgin hole with his probing tongue. I squealed in delight as he ate me out like a ravenous animal enjoying its prey. Lying on my back, my hands running through his hair, I wondered if his big cock could feel any better than having his tongue inside me. I was about to find out.

“I think you’re almost ready,” Nate announced, coming up for air. He then worked one and then two fingers inside me. “How’s that feel?”

“Fucking amazing,” I moaned. “But I want your cock—I want you inside me.”

Smiling like a cat who’d caught a mouse, Nate positioned himself on top of me, my knees spread to accommodate his body. He kissed me softly, the scruff of his beard on my chin, before speaking.

“You sure you want this?” asked Nate, his warm breath on my lips, his big dick pressed against the puckered folds of my virgin hole. “It’s not too late for me to stop.” I nodded my assent, my lips meeting his as his thick cock pushed into my unexplored depths.

“FUCK,” I screamed, my sphincter tightening reflexively as a bolt of white-hot pain ripped through my body. It felt like Nate’s entire arm was inside me.

“Just relax,” Nate instructed me with a soft, reassuring kiss at the nape of my neck. “I’m really big, so you’re gonna need to give yourself a moment to adjust.”

As Nate held still within me, my hole slowly relaxed and opened for him. Sensing my acceptance of his big cock, Nate began to deliver some slow, steady thrusts. The intense feeling of fullness inside of me was simply overwhelming. I marveled at the depths he achieved once he was balls deep inside me. Wrapping my arms around him, I begged Nick to fuck me harder.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Nate warned playfully as he pushed himself into a plank above me. Plunging my depths, Nate built on his pace incrementally until he was violently jackhammering me at a breakneck pace.

“Yeah—fuck me—fuck my tight hole,” I begged. “Dump your seed inside of me.”

“You’re about to get it,” Nate panted, his body slick with sweat as he began to convulse on top of me. “FUCK . . . DAMN,” he growled, his cock throbbing inside of me, releasing his seed.

“Yeah, fill me up,” I whispered stroking Nate’s sweaty back as he collapsed on me, our bodies melded as one as his balls reached empty. He stayed inside me, slowly going soft, while his breathing returned to normal.

“You wanna fuck my ass now?” Nate asked, finally extracting his spent cock from my wet hole and propping himself on one elbow. “There’s more to sex than just bottoming. You need to know how to top, too. And I’m a talented bottom, as well.”

“Fuck YES,” I exclaimed, eager to get my cock inside him. “But I should probably come back for that another time. My dad is gonna get worried or suspicious if I don’t get home soon.”

“I wouldn’t worry about your dad,” Nate assured me. “In fact, he told me it was totally cool if you wanted to spend the night so we could have plenty of time to fuck.”

“Wait a minute—my dad knew that you and I were gonna fuck?” I asked incredulously.

“Yeah,” Nate laughed, rolling onto his back and spreading his athletic legs for me. “Your dad set this up because he thought you needed to get laid. And he was right.”

It was a week before the Sigma Epsilon Chi fraternity alumni weekend when Shawn sent out a request on the alumni list serve: “Hotels near campus all booked for the game. Anyone willing to share a room? My wife can’t make it, so it’s just me.” Derrick saw the request and immediately offered up his hotel room. “My wife is pregnant and staying home,” he emailed Shawn. “Plus, it would be great to catch up with you.”

Derrick and Shawn were fraternity brothers. They had been in the same pledge class, but were otherwise in different circles. Derrick was more of a party jock back then, whereas Shawn was a bit more studious and reserved. Although they weren’t best buds, they did share one unique bond — they were ‘bate buds.

Shawn was on his bed and jacking off to porn late one night as a reward to himself for finishing a rather laborious paper for his Poli Sci class. Derrick could hear the soft moaning of pussy porn coming from Shawn’s room and barged in the door. “Fuck, man! Don’t you knock?” Shawn admonished while quickly covering his hard cock with a pillow. Derrick was trashed and ignored the reprimand. “Scoot over, bro,” he ordered while parking his ass next to Shawn on the bed. “I need to bust a nut.”

Derrick then pulled out his huge cock and began to openly jack himself. “Man, I’ve seen this bitch before,” Derrick commented while gesturing to the porn slut on the screen. “In one of her other films, she fucking took two cocks in her pussy and another up her ass at the same time. She’s hardcore, bro.” Shawn didn’t react to the bitch on screen and kept staring at Derrick’s big cock. “What, bro?” Derrick asked. “You act like you’ve never jacked with a guy before. Come on. It’s fuckin’ weird if you just watch me. Join me, bro.”

Shawn uncovered himself with the pillow and started to jack his cock simultaneously with Derrick. Watching Derrick jack his cock made Shawn’s dick rock hard. “Damn, bro,” Derrick observed, “You’re thick as fuck. I bet the bitches love that. Can I feel?” Shawn removed his hand from his cock as Derrick gripped it hard around the base. “Fuck,” he exclaimed. “Look how big your head gets when I squeeze like this. Damn.” Derrick began to slowly stroke Shawn’s cock. Shawn’s head rolled back in ecstasy. Girls had never been able to jack him satisfactorily, but Derrick seemed to innately know just how Shawn liked it.

Shawn was enjoying the expert stroking when Derrick paused and asked, “You wanna feel mine? It’s cool, bro.” Shawn crossed his arm over Derrick’s and began to jack Derrick’s big dick. Shawn had never touched another guy’s cock and was mesmerized by the experience. Derrick was cut, like Shawn, but there seemed to be more glide to his skin. Derrick’s big, floppy balls rose up and down in unison as Shawn worked Derrick’s big dick. He was clearly doing something right, as Derrick soon began to moan, “Aww, fuck. I’m gonna bust, bro. Keep going. FUCK.” Shawn angled Derrick’s cock upward and watched in delight as Derrick sprayed his load all over his bare chest.

“Fuck that was hot,” Derrick exclaimed. “Now it’s your turn, bro.” Derrick swiped some of his own cum off his chest and began to jack Shawn’s dick with it. The feeling of being jacked with another dude’s load was intense, and Shawn was soon blasting his own load. It went airborne and rained down all over his cock and Derrick’s hand. Shawn reached for some Kleenex on his bed table. They each cleaned off their cocks and Derrick then stumbled out the door without a word.

Shawn didn’t see Derrick at breakfast the next morning, nor at any point during the day. He was nervous about how they might react around one another. Derrick was so drunk, Shawn wondered if he’d even remember what happened between them. Shawn feared that their ‘bate session would just be a one-off, but would soon realize that he had no reason to worry. Just before midnight that night, a knock sounded at his door. It was Derrick, who craned his head in the doorway and said, “Hey, bro? Feel like jacking again tonight?”

And so began a mutually satisfactory relationship that lasted until graduation. The porn may have changed up from night to night, but their shared objective did not. Each night they jacked each other off — and nothing more. Shawn often thought of sucking Derrick’s cock or, even better yet, bending over for it. But Shawn was too chicken to make a move, and too afraid of fucking up a good thing with Derrick. Shawn regretted not doing more with Derrick back then, and that regret was eating him up when he laid eyes on Derrick at the first night of alumni weekend.

They agreed to meet at the fraternity house before checking into the hotel. There was a BBQ on the front lawn with plenty of beer as alumni mixed with current brothers. Shawn spotted Derrick across the yard. Fuck, he looks hot, thought Shawn. A memory of Derrick straddling him and blowing his load all over Shawn’s chest flashed before Shawn’s eyes. Shawn tried to play it cool, but there was no need. Derrick saw Shawn and made a beeline toward him. “Thanks for putting me up in your hotel room,” Shawn said while extending his hand to Derrick. “My pleasure,” Derrick returned with a wink.

The alumni BBQ itself was kind of a bust. Shawn couldn’t remember why he hung out with any of his old fraternity brothers in the first place. At some point during the afternoon, Derrick sidled up next to Shawn. “Man, being here at the old house sure brings back memories,” Derrick observed while gesturing to the ivy-covered facade of the fraternity house. Shawn gave a polite nod as Derrick continued while leaning into Shawn’s ear, “But my favorite memory is jacking off with you every night.” Shawn could feel his cock hardening. “You remember that?” Shawn asked in near disbelief. “Remember it?” Derrick countered. “I often think about it when I’m fucking my wife. Gets me there every time.”

Shawn looked down and noticed Derrick’s pants were also tenting. The BBQ wasn’t even half over, but Shawn didn’t feel like waiting. “Hey, man?” Shawn asked while placing his hand on Derrick’s back, “How about we skip the rest of this BBQ and head to the hotel?”

Derrick had reserved a small suite, which included a king bed and a sitting area with a couch and television. Shawn immediately suggested they download some pay-per-view porn and jack each other on the couch. “Fuck that,” Derrick objected. “We’re not two naive frat boys anymore. I want you on the bed.” Derrick nearly tore Shawn’s clothes off while shedding his own attire. They were soon naked on the bed with Derrick on top of Shawn.

“For so long,” Derrick began, “I’ve regretted that we didn’t do more than jack off back then. I vowed that if we ever had the opportunity to be together again, I wouldn’t waste the chance to get my big cock in you.” Derrick’s lips were hovering above Shawn, their warm breath commingling. Shawn raised his head to meet Derrick’s lips and kissed him deeply. “I want you inside me,” Shawn moaned as he reached down between them and felt for Derrick’s hard cock.

Derrick quickly pushed himself up, pinned Shawn’s legs over his head, and began to probe Shawn’s hole with his tongue. “Fuck, man,” Shawn moaned. “That feels so fucking good.” Derrick gave a chuckle, saying, “Just wait until you’ve felt my cock.” Shawn didn’t have to wait long. After getting Shawn’s hole wet and open, Derrick began working his big cock inside it.

“Fuck,” Derrick exhaled upon getting his cock balls deep inside Shawn. “Your hole feels so fucking good.” Shawn instinctively raised his virgin hole slightly, attempting to take Derrick even deeper. Derrick was giving Shawn some slow, steady thrusts when he reached for Shawn’s cock and began to jack it with a similar rhythm. “Do you remember when we used to cum at the same time?” Derrick asked. “I don’t know how you were always able to time shooting your wad at the same time as me.” Shawn gave a little laugh, “It was easy. All I had to do was look in your eyes and see the intensity on your face when you were about to bust. Seeing that look,” Shawn confessed, “always turned me on and made me shoot along with you.”

“Let’s see if you’ve still got it,” Derrick challenged as he began to jackhammer Shawn’s hole while jacking Shawn’s cock with matched intensity. “Aww, FUCK,” Derrick was soon roaring. “I’m feeling close. You ready to shoot?” he asked Shawn urgently. And while looking deep into Shawn’s eyes, Derrick let out a bellowing, “FUCK YEAH. Holy fucking SHIT,” as his balls emptied inside Shawn. Almost on cue, Shawn’s cock erupted and sprayed his thick load all over Derrick’s hairy chest as he hovered above Shawn. Derrick collapsed upon Shawn, mashing Shawn’s warm, sticky load between them.

“Damn, I’ve made a mess of us,” Shawn laughed as Derrick rolled off of him and onto the bed. “How about we hit the shower and maybe order up some room service. I’m starving.” It would be awhile until they ate, as Derrick’s cock found its way back inside Shawn in the shower. An hour later, they finally ordered up some food. They ate hurriedly and then fucked again on the bed. Shawn rode Derrick’s big cock cowboy style and then collapsed upon him, their bodies entwined as they fell into blissful sleep.

Shawn was still asleep on top of Derrick when the beeping of a text startled them late the next morning. “It’s one of our wives,” Derrick warned. “Just ignore them.” Shawn sat up and took a quick glance at his phone. “No,” he corrected. “It’s actually one of the alumni weekend organizers. He texted that the tailgate party has already started and wants to know if we’re still coming to the game.” Derrick yawned and scratched his scruffy face. “Fuck ‘em,” Derrick barked while pulling Shawn back into his arms. “You are why I came here this weekend. Now let’s break this fuckin’ bed.”