0 comments/ 49475 views/ 1 favorites Secrets Revealed By: B_BADBOYS Hey, I'm Beau, and this is my first story. So I'm going to be a little confusing. Lets hope not. Anyway, I'm 18 years old. I'm blonde, the typical blue eyes. I am around 6'2, 155 pounds. I have been BI-sexual for about a year now. Well I'm going to tell you my first gay experience. While attending high school, I met Kelly. Kelly is about 5'6, 135 pounds, red hair, and blue eyes. We were the pair you couldn't separate without a girl being involved. Well one day, Kelly asked to stay the night over at my house. We both got our parents to agree on it. So we walked up to his house to get some of his things to change into tomorrow after we got up. We got to his house; we sat and watched t.v. For a little while, and he finally said that he was going to get his stuff ready for tomorrow. "Hey while you're doing that, I'm going to go to the bathroom," I said. He of course said I could. So I walked into the bathroom, and pulled my cock out of its constraints. My cock had a light layer of sweat on it. I could tell because it was gleaming in the light from the window. All of the sudden Kelly walks into the bathroom. I couldn't get my cock back into my pants before he saw. "Oh my..," he said. He was staring at my cock while I was trying to get it back into my pants. His eyes were bigger than I've ever seen them. All of the sudden something caught my eye. His pants were stirring. I've always dreamed of having sex with him, but I never told him. If I got a hard on while I was at his house. I'd go into the bathroom and jerk off thinking of him naked. I imagined his cock hard as a rock because of me. He licked his lips, and then realized what he was doing. "Oh I'm so sorry for walking in on you." I decided to make a pass at him, and see if he would be mad, "It's okay." I finally pushed my cock back into my pants. I started to get the biggest hard on, I've ever had. I started to walk out of the bathroom, and as I walked pass him, he grabbed my ass. Oh his hands felt so good there. Kind of like they belonged there. A moan escaped from his lips. I sat on the coach, and noticed that you could see my hard on running down my leg. I tried to make it unnoticeable. I pulled my shirt out and covered my hard on. We finally got going, and got to my house. It was about 8 PM when we got there. We were home alone. I still had a hard on from him grabbing my ass. I ran straight to the bathroom to play with myself. I got into the bathroom, and ripped my pants off as fast as I could. I did all this so fast that I forgot to lock the door behind me. My hard cock was bobbling out in the open. I started to stoke my cock as hard as I could. I lost all thought. My other hand found my asshole, all pucker and virgin like. I always did like having things fuck me. Hotdogs, candles cucumbers, carrots, and my fingers. I was jerking off and fingering my asshole at the same time. My whole world was spinning around. Once again the door burst open. I had no chance of hiding my self, with my pants around my ankles. Kelly was standing their ass naked. His hard cock out in the open. He walked over and touched the head of my cock. "Umm, how big are you, you look so big" "I'm only 7.5 inches, the last time I checked," I managed to mutter. "Wow" he said under his voice. "I have something to tell you Beau, I've always fantasized about us having hot sweat sex. I want to try it. You look so sexy with your hand going between your legs, fingering your own asshole. Let's try having sexed, this one time. If you don't like it, or I don't. Then we don't have to do it again." Kelly stated. "Oh yeah? I've always wanted to try that." I mumbled. With that he started to stoke my hard cock. "So you're okay with it?" "Hell yeah I am." With that he started to bend over and put his head next to my throbbing cock. He flipped his tongue over my cock's slit. I almost lost it right there. His hands were rolling my balls around. All of the sudden, he took my cock in his mouth. Oh it felt so good. His mouth was well watered. He went all the way down to my balls, and then came back up. I couldn't believe it; my dreams were coming true. My best friend was sucking my cock. He was so good to; I could feel his tongue moved around my shaft. He was going at moderate speed. I put my hand on the back of his head, and started to make him go faster. I finally got him going as fast as he could, then I started to fuck his mouth. Both of us going together, made him go faster than I ever thought possible. He took my cock out of his mouth, and licked my balls. "Don't cum, I want it in my ass," he said in a horse voice. He stood up and bent over my sink, exposing his little pucker asshole. He looked like he's never fucked himself with anything. I bent over and started to lick his asshole, lubing up his hole. A moan escaped his lips. I licked all over his hole, and every once and a while, slipped my tounge in. "Oh give it to me, I can't handle it anymore." he said in ecstasy. I stood up and grabbed his bobbling cock. He was about 7 inches, and extremely hard. Lightly I started to stroke him. With the other hand I guided my cock to his little hole. I put my cock up to him, and as soon as I touched him, he thrust himself back. My cock slipped right in. Oh it was heaven. I started to fuck his hole, pulling my cock all the way back to the head, then pushing it all the way back in till' I couldn't go in anymore. I fucked his hole, which was now squeezing my cock. He was cumming. His cum rolled all over my hand. He looked at me, his look told me not to stop. I had him look at me, while I licked all the cum off my hand. I felt his cock swell again. With that I felt my balls swell. I was going to fulfill my dreams. I was going to shot my hot load in him. All of the sudden I couldn't handle it any more. I just went off. I was shooting every drop of cum I had in me, into him. His cock blew up like a volcano. All over my hand again, and on his stomach. I finished shooting my cum in him, and pulled my cock out. We were exhausted. Secrets Revealed PART I. I was overwhelmed while doing my makeup. I had to concentrate on making sure my fingers didn't twitch, sending the blush in all directions. I was so turned on it wasn't even funny. When I finished, and then gave my hair a last look, I left the bathroom, and my very high heels clicked across my apartment floor and back into my bedroom. I looked in the full length mirror. I wanted to make sure, that when I arrived at the address, I looked absolutely perfect. Finally, I could say I do. I spent extra time and care shaving myself so there would be no nicks. I went through five outfits before selecting one that felt right. See, I love my legs, and show them every chance I get. At 5'5" they are longer than they should be. So my mini-dress was appropriately short. I danced quite a bit as a little girl, and with the right heel/dress combo, my legs show it. Truth be told, I love wearing skirts and mini-dresses, always garnering comments when I sit cross-legged in a chair. Even my boyfriend loves to stare at them still, and we've been dating for quite some time. Though, I'm only feeling the tiniest bit of guilt when confessing that tonight, they were not for him. Before I go any further, I guess you should know that...well, I'm a submissive, and when I'm very turned on, and serving my mistress, she makes me admit I'm actually a lesbian submissive. I suppose it's not a big deal. After all, many women out there play this game. I just wonder how many of those that play this way also have a boyfriend who has no idea what's going on. If you saw me out with friends, or going through my daily life, you'd never see that this part of me exists. Mistress Lisa does though, and she insists I keep the whole thing a secret. Now and then she reminds me that the reason why I love it so much is because I have no one to tell. In part she's right. It drives me crazy that I can't tell people the things I love to do sexually, and only with Mistress Lisa do I get a chance to be set free. It has gotten to a point though, that I feel so amazing from the experiences and so alive, that I want to "brag" for lack of a better word, and finally told her so. Her solution was to make me write our story, and if it was good, to submit it to websites to publish. That is exactly what I am doing, and naturally, I've changed the names. I've also thought it best to do it in three parts. My hope is that it will inspire first timers to reveal their experiences, because truly, the real stories are so much better than those made up. Then again, maybe I just got lucky. =) So there I stood, in front of my mirror, taking a deep breath, trying to relax and calm down. Her place was still a cab ride away. But finally, after months and months of teasing, and seduction...after confessions and begging, my Mistress wanted to meet me behind closed doors. Tonight was the night, and while I admired myself in the minute, I recollected the steps of the journey with Lisa that brought me to this moment. Yes, I do have a boyfriend. His name is Mark. Mistress would prefer me telling all of you that. She takes great pride in the fact that while he knows I like females, and while he and I watch girl/girl porn together, he doesn't know that she exists. In fact, that's exactly the way she wants it, and at the risk of getting ahead of myself, told me that if I ever told him about her and I, she would end it immediately. I asked her why once , and her whispered response melted me so badly, that I begged for her ass on my face again. "Secrets," she said, are what keep you coming back for more." But like I said, I am getting ahead of myself. I knew I liked girls, and I thought about them all the time. I just never told any guy I dated this little nugget of truth about me. Sure, many would love to have heard those very words come out of my mouth, but I couldn't. I didn't want them to make it about, well, them. Also though, I wasn't ready to do it for me. I always fantasized about it, sure. And being a very attractive, mixed race, 25 year old, I've been hit on by many females. But, I get too shy, and close down, and never do anything about it. The one time I actually had enough courage to hang in there and strike up a conversation with a female that was my type, the guy I was dating at the time saw it unfold, and became insanely jealous. The night ended abruptly, and not only did I not get her number, I didn't have sex with him either. Then I met Mark. Sexually, things were absolutely incredible. I never liked oral sex before Mark. I never had multiple orgasms before Mark. He always took his time with me, and it paid off completely. I loved having sex with him, and the more I started to unfold with him, the more everything seemed like a possibility. So I sort of hinted to him about my secret bisexuality until he caught on enough to ask questions and take the lead. His response was wonderful. Never once did he make it about him. Never once did he mention he wanted a threesome. It was always about me, and I loved answering the questions he would ask. When I felt comfortable enough to tell him what I fantasized about, the two of us would search the internet together, we'd find what I like, and then get get into it pretty heavy. It was a total win-win. Never once did he ever deny me to opportunity to explore myself. And finally, one day, all on my own, when I asked him to take me to a lesbian bar, he was willing. That's where I met her. Lisa. Mistress Lisa. The bar was fine. Fun in fact. There were a lot of girls there, obviously, but a lot of pretty femmes. That's exactly what I was looking for. Someone pretty, like me. Someone that understood why skin had to be soft, why waxings were necessary, and why skirts and lingerie were made. My eyes wandered all over, soaking in the scenery. I was surprised at how suddenly I felt weird having Mark there, though. It wasn't like he was making me uncomfortable, but he kept staring, paying attention to every move I made. Don't get me wrong. I'm glad he was there, I needed the support, and there is no way I would have went on my own. Once I got comfortable though, I found myself sneaking peaks around the room, hoping he wouldn't notice, and when he got up to got to the bathroom, I finally took a breath of relief. The sweetheart that he is, put his hand on my thigh, just under my skirt and gave it a light squeeze. "You going to be okay?" he asked. "I think so." I replied, hoping not to give too much away. I don't know why, but I watched him walk away, I guess to make sure he wasn't going to turn around and stare at me from a distance. Months and months later though, when I was pinned up against a wall with Mistresses' strap on buried deep inside me, Lisa whispered that she had been watching us all night, and was waiting for a moment when he would walk away, and she could walk over. When he headed for the bathrooms, she saw her chance, and typical of her style, she took it. The instant she told me that, I came hard. But again, I'm getting too far ahead of myself. So back to the moment when everything changed. Just as I watched Mark slip into the crowd, over his over his left shoulder, she appeared. First her face, her eyes locked right with mine. She made me watch her place her hand on his waist as she slipped past him, excusing herself for the tight space that was between them. Then she immediately looked back at me to see if I caught the moment. Of course, I hadn't taken my eyes off of her. She was absolutely gorgeous. Well, at least I think so. Obviously tall even without the heels. No one that is 5'9" should be permitted to wear a skirt like that, but she did. Her top was tight, and her breasts were not small. Her brunette hair was long, and she walked with this... I don't know how to describe it. She moved like a model, but seemed more business and professional like. She just had a very sexy and smooth gait about her, and I was hooked as she continued to stare me down. She maintained eye contact with me until she got about 10 feet away, and without anybody else between us, that's when she looked down at my legs, crossed, exposing more than what I probably should have been in a girl bar, but at this point I was far from self-conscious. She had utterly frozen me, and the only thing I could do was keep staring at her face, and wait for her eyes to meet mine again. I hadn't felt this flushed in a long time, and was grateful for the dimly lit room. My throat became thick, I don't think I could swallow if I tried, and even more sure I couldn't speak, but I knew one thing for certain. For all the girls prancing about the bar, and for all the reasons why I watched girl/girl porn, and for all the courage it took to confess to Mark about how I liked girls, she was the one thing I hoped to find tonight on this little adventure I was taking. She got closer to me, and leaned in to my ear, making sure that the dance music wouldn't interfere with our first hellos. "Don't lose this," She said, and as she placed her hand on my shoulder, she slid a napkin into my hand. I clutched it with my fingers, then as quickly as she walked towards me, she walked away, disappearing back into the crowd. I tried to look for her, and couldn't see her with all the heads bobbing up and down on the dance floor. I'd be lying if I didn't admit to staring at her ass as she walked away. God, she was so hot. "See something you like?" Mark asked as he took his seat. He had a sly grin on his face, and with a gesture pointed out that I was sitting as tall as possible in my seat, craning my head out towards the audience. "Thought I saw someone I knew, and I got worried," was all I could manage. I wasn't quite sure how to tell him that now I really wish he wasn't there, and now, I really wanted to go after this woman, and try and find her in the crowd. He tried to make conversation with me, but my head was swimming. I couldn't think straight, and I was afraid he could tell. Besides all that, there was a note in my hand, and I was just dying to read it. The waitress soon came by, and as he ordered another round, I excused myself to the bathroom, hoping that I could catch my breath, and also that she might see me and follow. I took my time. Looking around the floor, trying to not be obvious. I didn't want Mark to take more interest than he needed to at this point. I also didn't want her to catch me searching for her. Nothing though. She was no where to be found. I waited in a ridiculous long bathroom line, and when I finally made it into a stall, I quickly unfolded the napkin. "Would love to talk when he isn't around. Lisa." Her number, thankfully, was written clearly below her name. The rest of the time in the lounge was uneventful. The drink we ordered turned out to be the last of the night. It was clear Lisa wasn't in there anymore, and I really was getting bored with Mark stealing glances my way, hoping he was going to see something in my face that I was trying very hard to hide. I would lie if I didn't admit sex that night wasn't better than ever. As usual, we put on some girl/girl porn, and I climbed on top of him, and rode his cock slowly while my face was glued to the screen. I could care less what we was on the TV, though. The image of Lisa walking across the floor was all I could see. And in my mind's eye, I played back when she walked past Mark, and that's when I realized, she wasn't slipping past him while I watched... she was pushing him aside. Then she walked towards me along the very path he took while walking away. It was so clever, and, very hot, and that's how I had sex that night....thinking about Lisa while Mark lay underneath. I could go into the boring details of how I didn't call her for a while. But it's true. I found excuses every step of the way to not call. Everything I wanted was on a piece of napkin right in front of me, and all I had to do was call and ask for Lisa, and I couldn't because I was too scared. So instead, I masturbated every chance I could, fantasizing about what she was like, and if she was as dominant as she seemed, and whether or not we were going to hit it off. I so didn't want to blow this one. She was just too perfect. Finally, on a Saturday afternoon, while sitting in my place alone, and after a couple glasses of wine, I pulled the number out, and dialed. After a quick introduction about who I was, I could feel myself grow nervous, and Lisa picked up on it immediately. "You're nervous aren't you." She said. "yes." Was all I could manage. "How about we play a little game then. I ask all the questions, And you answer with a simple yes, or no. Think you can do that?" She asked. "Yes," I said, and already I could tell I was losing it. "Good girl. See how easy this is?" Lisa asked seductively. I melted as I whispered out another, "yes." "Oh, you like this game, I can tell already." Over the next hour or so, she asked me all sorts of questions, leading me down a path that was overwhelming. I was so hot, as she asked me about my past, and my sexual history. She easily found out I had never been with women before (and groaned her approval at hearing this. That was really hot. I never heard a woman groan before, and it was so hot) Later on she asked me if I stared at her ass when she walked away, and when I said I had, she asked if I liked it, and if I was prepared to learn how to worship it properly. I thought I replied properly to her questions, but I knew I revealed too much when she said, "moaning is not a reply, young lady. It's either yes, or no." I remained quiet. "Young lady?" She said. "Yes." "Have you ever told a woman how much you like her ass before?" "No." "Be a good girl. Tell me how much you like mine." And I did. And then I answered every other question that followed after that, which meant I admitted I wanted to learn how to worship her pussy, and use my tongue properly on it. I also said yes to the fact that I would want to wear sexy things for her, and even would wear whatever she wanted me to, to which she replied, "Good, because I love orchestrating fashion shows for my pets." And then, without warning, she abruptly ended the phone call and hung up. I thought I did something wrong, and wondered if I was going to hear back from her. For hours I tried to figure out what I did wrong, until I finally received a text. "Will call you soon, you sound so very sweet." That's when I realized this was all part of her game. For weeks and weeks, phone calls is all it was. That is all that ever happened between us. Slowly, over time, Lisa figured out when I was alone, and only called at these times so we could speak at length, without interruptions. She learned so much about me, and we talked about lots of things, but obviously, no matter what we talked about, I always wanted her to shift the conversation back to sex. This seduction from Lisa, this slow dance, of only phone calls (she kept saying the internet would be useful soon enough), was really beginning to take its toll, and I couldn't believe that she never once asked me my name. I knew it was part of her game though, so I help back offering, assuming the right time would present itself sooner or later. She was so good on the phone though. She varied her voice from calm and easy, to electrically aroused. Each conversation built on the last, and I opened up more and more to her carefully placed prodding and poking. I looked forward to her calling more than anything else. I fought hard to not send her too many texts. I didn't want to come off as needy. Once she asked me to go to my underwear drawer and describe what my panties look like, and then she asked me to pick out my favorite pair and wear them. Another time she asked me to describe my lingerie collection. Every now and then, she asked me to dress in something while we talked, and even made me wear heels, so she could hear them click on the wooden floor of my apartment as I walked back and forth. Then she started to ask about Mark, and exactly what it was he knew. I told her that he doesn't know about any of this. That he knew I liked girls in so much as I fantasized about them, but not that I met one. Out of the blue, she took my surprise, when she asked how big Mark's cock was, and it made me laugh. "Seriously? You want to know that?" I replied. "Of course I do. How big is it?" Lisa said. "He's big and thick." "Does he make you cum?" "yes..." "hard?" "I guess, yeah." "Who do you think can make you cum harder, Mark with his big, thick dick, or me with my strap on?" The way she asked the question was so matter of fact. She didn't once try to slant the question in her favor, almost like she preferred me to answer truthfully. "I don't know." I answered honestly. "Oh babygirl," Lisa said, "I can promise you, you won't believe how much more willing and needy you will be to suck on my strap on than his real cock. Just you wait." Her words got me soaked again. I rubbed my pussy a little harder through my panties, and breathed heavy in the phone. After all, she didn't ask a question, so I didn't have to say yes or no, but I still wanted her to know I was listening. ...and that's when Lisa hooked me... "Pretty girl, if you promise me you will never tell him about me, and that we can be a secret forever, I will let you cum for me right now, while I lay back and listen to your moans and stroke the very big strap on I have attached to my waist right." I lost it. Literally. For weeks I had secretly been playing with myself while talking, and there had been no discussion of orgasms. I'd even catch myself to not moan and give myself away. I wondered if she and I were ever going to get to the next phase, and here it was, and all I had to do was never tell Mark about her. I easily agreed. "Touch yourself for me, babygirl. Tell me how good it feels." And it did, it felt so good, and weeks of tension quickly built in me to where I needed to get off right away. "You need to cum already?" She asked. "Yes." I moaned. "Well that's not going to happen, not until we get some more questions out of the way. Is that clear?" I lay on my bed, one hand pulling my panties to the side, the other slowly teasing my clit so I could not establish a rhythm that would push me over the edge. "Yes, that's clear." "Good girl. Now, do you like sex with Mark?" I hesitated for a second. "Answer the question, young lady." "Sorta." I stammered. "What does that mean?" She asked. "I did before all of this. I'm not sure he can do what you do." "Oh baby," Lisa answered confidently, "he never, ever will. Do you understand that?" "yes." My pussy was on fire now. I pressed into my clit with one finger while pulling up and back with the next, grinding against them as hard I could, and feeling my hips uncontrollably twitch. "Do you promise to only think about me when you have sex with him?" I got completely silent, rubbing my clit harder as I thought about how I was going to be able to imagine worshipping her ass while his cock was in my mouth. It was overwhelming, and I loved it. "I hear you moaning, but you didn't answer the question." Lisa said. "Do you promise to only think about me when you have sex with him?" "Yes" I said. "And when he cums, do you promise to say to yourself, 'when Lisa straddles my face and squirts all over me, it will always feel better than when mark cums inside my pussy." "Oh my God, please let me cum!" I begged. "Answer the question." Lisa replied sternly. "yes. Yes I do. Please let me cum." "you may." And I did. Hard. And it was hot. I came again, and again, which is what I do whenever I get really turned on. Lisa kept telling me how pretty I sounded. She promised that in person it was going to be so much better. She made me admit I was hers, admit I wanted to be her pet, and admit I loved having a Mistress in my life. Secrets Revealed I know why she was doing all this phone. It was my first time. I had never served a woman before, and never been with one either. She wanted to make sure that my fantasies were transitioning into a reality that I would enjoy just as much. So she took her sweet time getting me there. That way, when I finally stood in front of her, I would feel no nerves. I hated that she was doing it, but I didn't hate why she was doing it, and deep down, I was grateful for her approach. We hung up the phone that night, and I lay in my bed, completely turned on, and a total mess. I wanted nothing more than to be with her. She kept promising me we would get together soon, and at the same time, never made a specific date. It wasn't enough though, these telephone conversations, and on top of that I hated the feeling of being alone after she and I hung up. After this phone session, I got up from the bed to get some water. I picked up my phone, and walked into the kitchen, getting ready to text her a little thank you for the orgasm I just had, but as I typed it, a text came in from her. "Wondering if you would like to do a little shopping with me next week." I stopped in my tracks. My heart skipped a beat. I grabbed water then ran back to my bed and took my vibrator out of the drawer. With one hand I read her text, while with the other, I rolled that vibrator over and over my clit, getting myself off six more times before finally texting back, "I'd love to." To be continued... end PART I. Secrets Revealed I am happily married with a wife and two children, Ted who is three years old, and Susie who is four years older at the age of seven. My wife is 2 years older than me, at age 31 while I am a 29 year old man. I'm in nice shape with an impressive set of abs and a six pack from my many gym visits a week. I'm 6 foot 3 with short dark brown hair that made the ladies stare back in my college days. I like to shave a lot and keep a clear face and body to show off, since there is no point in having an impressive body if no one can see it because of all the hair. I also keep myself shaved well because my perfectly shaved hairs around my penis drives my wife wild. I pay attention to these things, how I appear to women, even though none of this really mattered back in my college days, when the ladies were really going crazy about me. Who knows, I might stop caring how I look to the ladies, again, at 29, years later. Here's why. So it's the weekend in July of 2015, a Saturday, a perfect day here in Los Angeles, California. No accountant work like weekdays, so its time to enjoy my days off from work. No more "Edward the Accountant Guy", just Edward. I decide to take the car out for a spin, maybe take a walk out on the boulevard or the Walk of Fame. I peck my wife Margaret on the cheek before heading out. So as I'm sitting in the car, I notice an incoming email. I pick my phone out of the pocket of my jeans. Daniel Redding is who it's coming from. The name is familiar. The name I had managed to forget after so many years. My college buddy, Daniel. Daniel and me had once gotten too close a couple times. Those times I wanted to put behind me, but here he is sending me an email. I've kept this email for I don't know how long, since college obviously, and Daniel still remembers it. Should've changed it. Why does this guy want to come back into my life now? Why couldn't he choose a different time to jump in, other than when I've cleaned myself up and made myself a better person with a family? His email was what I expected, a casual how has life been, blah blah blah, you know the crap. I was debating whether or not to respond. I did. Told him about my wife and kids. My job. Maybe he'll back off. Within two minutes he had fired back. Maybe he didn't understand what my last message meant. I didn't need him in my business, fucking things up. The dude asked if I could meet up with him at a park. He wants to see me now. Damn you Daniel. I couldn't resist but go see my old friend that I hadn't seen in almost a decade. So I started up the vehicle and started my journey to the park, and my journey with Daniel. I looked around once I got there, searching for a scrawny blonde haired dude with glasses. I only saw some fine guy with a couple muscles here and there, tight jeans, a tight white t-shirt, and a very obvious boner. He reminded me of Daniel, just the total opposite. He was a beautiful guy. Wait, what? What am I thinking. I'm a married man, why am I admiring this guy with a beautiful penis?! Darn, I did it again. I need to turn around and head back home, this was just a waste of time. Suddenly, a manly voice called out my name. "Edward," the voice boomed, and I turned around to see that the man I was just looking at was who it came from. I couldn't believe my eyes. This was the scrawny freckled Daniel I had known back in college? No glasses? Just pure hunky man? I blinked a couple times. Then I realized. He had been watching me the whole time. That was what was causing his obvious trapped boner, straining to pop out of those tight jeans that made it appear tempting. I think a string of drool escaped my slightly open mouth. I couldn't tell and I didn't care. Daniel was beautiful. "Whoa, Danny boy," I said, the words escaping my mouth before I could think. He stood up from the park bench he was sitting on to approach me. I noticed he was about my height, just slightly shorter. His blonde hair was short, in the same style as mine. His blue eyes stood out now, no longer in glasses. "Look at you man," he said, a smile stretching across his face. "You have one lucky wife." I snapped back into the real world as soon as he mentioned my wife. I forgot all about her while I was standing here admiring my old college friend. I immediately felt guilty. I blushed. Daniel was doing it again. I was falling for him, just a tiny bit. He even managed to do it in college, even though he wasn't the most attractive guy out there, he still got me turned on, just by being himself. Daniel is gay, he's a master at doing these things. This dirty bastard is tempting me, knowing I have a wife and kids to love and care for, not another man. That would be terribly wrong. He looked into my eyes, I immediately directed my glance towards a nearby tree, anything other than looking back into his eyes. He didn't take no for an answer, so he made a move on me, something I wasn't expecting from him. He put his hand around my wrist, pulled me in closer to him. Everything in me told me to back away, to push him away from me, to make a mad dash for the car and go home. To tell my wife I love her more than anything in the world, to tell her a crazy gay man was trying to seduce me in the park. But for some reason, my feet stayed planted. I didn't move a muscle. It was like a force holding me back. Daniel took this as a good sign, and moved in closer to me. His face incredibly close to mine, I smelled his breath. It smelled like sweet mints. It was pleasant. Then he took his chances, and planted his lips on mine. Like whoa, we just met up, and he was kissing me. It was soft though, not like a pressure kiss, not taking command and making me kiss him back. He didn't have to. My lips all of a sudden had minds of their own, and I let myself flow into the kiss. We stood there kissing, passionately. He moved his hands around me, and I did the same. I broke our kiss. I wasn't ready to stop our time together though. Then it hit me. I suddenly knew why I didn't ignore him from the beginning, why I didn't consider what my wife and children would think about this. Because I was truly gay at heart. I loved men. Especially men like Daniel, and I was sure there was no other man like him. He was one of a kind. It was a once and a lifetime chance that a guy like him would come around once, and still have hope for me after I totally dropped him from my social circle after college, and come around again. He brought the true gay man out of me, I couldn't deny it. I couldn't hide my true self forever, locked up and trapped inside of me, pretending for all these years to be straight. Now was the time. I took his hand and slowly led him to my car. He settled in the passenger seat next to me, I asked him for the directions to his house. Daniel knew I was serious, so he provided them. In a matter of time we were in his bedroom, kissing passionately on his bed. Slowly, I lifted his shirt off, careful to not break our kiss. I exposed his beautiful, slightly hairy chest. He did the same with me, showing my fit and shaved chest. We explored each other's mouths a little more, after not doing this for so long, since we were young college boys. Then he slowly moved down, stopping to suck and kiss and lick my neck. A tiny groan of pleasure escaped my lips. My world had just been turned upside down by this beautiful man, who was now sucking on my neck. I can't believe I ever tried to forget him. This was really what I wanted. He slid his tongue skillfully down my chest, until he began to nibble on my left nipple. Boy it felt great. As his body bent lower and lower down as he played with my nipples, one with his mouth one with his hand, I slid my hand down his back, into his pants. I squeezed his tight, muscular ass. He was now licking my stomach, closer to where I really wanted him to be. Faster than the speed of light, I unzipped my jeans and shoved them down, my jeans dragging my boxers along with them. My seven inch cock bounced out, semi hard from what Daniel was doing to me. It appeared as if his mouth began to water. He wanted it as much as I did, probably more than I did. Without hesitation I pushed him down onto my cock. He didn't need more instructions than I had just silently given him. I let go of his head and pulled down his tight jeans and speedo. As he moved up and down my shaft, he gave me a hand job at the same time, while also jerking himself off. His dick had grown a couple inches from the last time I had seen it, about the same size as mine. I stuck two fingers in my mouth, pulled out, and shoved them into his asshole without warning. This caused him to shove even more of my cock in his mouth. I could feel my tip at the back of his throat. I moaned at the excellent job he was doing. A born cock sucker. He massaged my balls, at the same time he licked the tip of my penis, which was oozing precum. I continued to finger his asshole, he continued to jerk himself Finally, after a while, I shot my load. He closed his lips around my cock as my sticky cum shot to the back of his throat. He caught every last bit of it in his mouth, then came up to kiss me, while jerking himself and my limp dick. He opened his mouth, and we traded my sweet and salty cum back and forth. I swallowed some and he swallowed some so we could really kiss. I went like a starving animal on him. I sucked at his neck like crazy, moving down much quicker than he did. I was soon licking and sucking and biting his soft and sensitive nipples, making him scream in pleasure, but a little bit of pain as well. Soon, I was face to face with his beautiful cock. Slim, but not small. Trimmed perfectly all the time way around, just like mine. The exact same size as my penis as well. I started on him. I swirled my tongue around the tip, just to tease him a little. Then I moved farther and farther down, swallowing more of him. I got all my saliva on his dick, just to have it wet and easier to work with. It was only a matter of time before I felt his tip at the back of my throat, making me gag a little. I squeezed his balls. Then I tickled them playfully with my fingertips. Finally I gave him my master ball massage. He absolutely loved it back in college. He groaned. I continued this, then added a little hand job with my free hand. He groaned sexily. My penis was getting plump again, even though I wasn't jerking myself, but from giving Daniel all the action. He cummed a lot quicker than I did. I moved up to the tip, opened my mouth wide, and caught it all. A few drips slid down my chin. I swallowed as much as I could, leaving the rest on my face to dry up. As I came up, he licked my face, tasting his cum. I ordered him to get on all fours. Daniel obeyed. I stuck my tongue into his open asshole. He let out a small scream. I continued. Now that he was all wet, I got onto the bed behind him, on my knees. I pulled up my plump dick, and slowly pushed in the head. I could tell he was scared, he probably had not done this in a while. Then I slowly pushed in the rest of my cock, pausing here and there to allow Daniel to catch his breath. Finally there was no more space between his asshole and my body. I knew how he liked to be fucked. He may like you to go in slow, but after that, he's ready to go fast. I pulled out quickly until there was nothing inside left except for the head. Then I pounded back into him with speed and force. I kept doing the same thing, while Daniel screamed and moaned with pleasure and pain, thrusting his hips against my pounding, struggling to keep up with the pace I was fucking him at. My balls slapped his ass as I went in and out, pounding his poor asshole. My knees buckled at one point, and I collapsed onto his back as I shot my load into him. I could tell he absolutely loved it, but I loved it way more than he did. Gay sex was the best thing ever, and Daniel was my slave again, just like he was back in college. The dirty secret I had been hiding from everyone. But I was gay again, and it was the best thing ever. I pulled out of Daniel and we shared one last long, lingering, passionate kiss before we got back into our clothes. I left his house, with his number in my pocket, getting back into my car. I left with guilt. I had betrayed my wife, cheated, had an affair, but with a man. I let down my kids. They no longer had a father to be proud of as they grew up. But it sure did feel good to let the truth come out, and my true self to finally be satisfied. Secrets Revealed Ch. 02 This is the second volume of my first written story. Together, we got into the shower. His cock stiffening while I was watching. Back to its enormous proportions. The head was dark purple and dripping with beads of water. It glistened from the light in the window. My own cock was stiff from the sight of his. I dropped to my knees. His cock was bobbling right in front of my face, mere inches away. I flicked the head of his cock with my tongue, teasing him. Then without warning, I pulled his cock into my mouth. Tasting its sweet taste, feeling the head along my tongue, enraging every taste bud. I pulled on his cock like a vacuum cleaner. This was my second time at cock sucking, but I did it as I’ve seen done so many times by my best-friends girl friend. (They always had oral sex in front of me and everyone else) I sucked, and pulled on his cock. His balls slapped my chin as I rocked back and forth. He became accustomed to the movements and started to fuck my mouth with the same motion I was giving, so as I went back so did he. Causing me to suck him harder. Every time I went back, his cock would almost fall out of my mouth. The head would come all the way to my lips, and finally push back into my mouth. I played with his balls in my hand. Rolling them around, feeling how swelled they were from the cum starting to collect. With the other hand I was feeling his sweet tight ass, how firm it was. Then I’d run my hand up his lower back, and back down again. Finally, I felt his hole with my fingers. It was all puckered again, like it was before I fucked his tight ass. I pushed two fingers in. I could feel his muscles tighten as I did this. It was too much for him. He grabbed two hand fulls of my hair, and jerked my head back and forth. Harder each time. He started to scream, "Ahh, fuck me! I'm going to cum. I want you to drink all of my cum! Ahhhhhhh! I'mmmmmm CUMMINGGGGGG!!!" With that he shot his load in my mouth. Squirt after squirt. He kept going like he couldn't stop. I swallowed as much as I could each time, but with each burst some rolled down my chin. He kept filling up my mouth with his sweet sperm. Finally, his cock stopped spewing its juices. I gave his cock a few more strong sucks to make sure that he didn't have anymore that I could swallow. I pulled his cock out of my mouth, and licked my lips. "God Kelly, that was wonderful," I told him with a half-muffled voice from the cum coating my throat. "but you know, now it’s my turn." My cock was now stiff enough to drive through a brick wall. The head of my cock, swollen. The purple head was twice its normal size. I spun him around, and licked his already once fucked asshole. I could taste the remainder of my cum that stayed inside his tight hole. I licked his ass up and down. Every once and a while I’d shove my tongue into his hole, causing him to give a slight moan. I stood up and took my stiff cock in hand. I gave it a few jerks, lubing up my cock with my pre-cum that hadn't washed away from the shower water. I pushed the head of my cock onto his tight asshole. He looked at me over his shoulder and moaned, "Give it to me! I need you up inside me! I want to feel your hard cock again!" I did as he asked for. I pushed my cock into his tight hole. I pushed my hard cock all the way in. He moaned in slight pain, still being new to all of this as well as I was. I grabbed him, and pulled him to the floor. I pulled my cock out and rolled him over. I wanted him to face me. I laid on him, and pulled his legs up toward his head, opening his hole to anything I wished to do to it. I replaced my cock onto his opening point, and pushed back in. This time, he was looser. More relaxed for my cock. I started to pump him slowly. I leaned down and kissed him. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, giving him slight tastes of his goodness. He sucked my tongue like I did his cock tasting his ass juices and my cum mixed together. I started to fuck him harder to the point where our bodies would slap and make a thumping sound. We have a nice steady rhythm going. Thuck, thuck, thuck. Kind of hypnotic to say the least. I pulled away from our kiss, and started to kiss his chest. Sucking his nipples, causing them to become harder, kind of like little rocks. My balls started to swell again. He was squeezing his muscles to cause more sensation in our fucking. Then, I couldn't handle myself any more. I felt the cum start to well up in the back of my hard cock. I moaned with each pump. Then in the next few fucks I started to blow my load in his ass again. Squirt after squirt, I unloaded in his ass. He laid there helpless, pinned under my body and taking all my cum up his tight ass. I laid there for a minute, and my cock became limp and fell out. We sat there, unspoken and not moving. The shower water starting to become cold. I looked him in the face and announced what I thought about our little experiences. "Kel, look man.. I dunno what came over me man, but this isn't like me, and I’d appreciate it if you never told anyone about this." He gave me a devious smile and said, "I'll make you a deal then. I won't tell anyone, if you continue to give me sex when I want it. Whatever I want, when I want it. If we're at school, and I want a blowjob, then we're going to go into the bathroom so you can give me head. Thetas the deal, take it or leave it." "Well man, I have a better one" I said trying to think of a better one before I announced it, "how about...if you want head during school you wait until after and I’ll do it twice. Cause I don't want to be caught giving you head. Especially in the bathrooms at school. You know that we'd be labeled, and everyone would think we're a gay couple." He nodded and I gave him a last kiss. I give him head just about everyday now. I don't mind too much, in fact I rather enjoy sucking his cock. He keeps telling me about that one day, and how he'd return the fuck...I mean favor if I ever wanted it. For now though, I’m just fine with giving head only.