6 comments/ 27849 views/ 16 favorites The Road Sometimes Traveled By: rnumbers123 The following is a first time gay tale that grew out of the dark place in my mind. My stories tend to have a cuckold theme. Most cuckold fantasies have a bisexual element. This is no exception, but it crosses a line. It's not uncommon for cuckolds to question their sexuality. As a mental exercise, I've looked at another man in the gym, wondering if I could actually do it, suck his cock. I've wondered to myself how many times does the unrequited cuckold take that journey, out of desperation or circumstance. I'm guessing it happens often, with varying degrees of sexual satisfaction. I haven't read too many tales like this, although admittedly gay erotica isn't really my cup of tea. Anyway, I hope my gay readers can appreciate my interloper tale, and for cuckold fans, this is either exciting or a horror story, maybe a little of both. Maybe it could happen to you. Maybe it already has. Enjoy. - Jamie emailed her husband, Aaron. "Hi honey. Do we have anything scheduled at the beginning of next month? Work wants to send me to Atlanta." Aaron put his coffee down as he saw the incoming message. Next month, let's see, and he checked his calendar. Nothing. Free. He responded, "Looks good. How long?" He didn't dare type his other thoughts. I wonder if she'll finally do it. I begged so many times she forbid I ask. She said it turned her off. Aaron carried a cuckold fantasy for years, across many relationships. It began in college. His virgin girlfriend who he cared for deeply left him for the a popular football player, Jason. It only took one date for him to fuck her. That one day ruined his sexual roadmap. His ex-girlfriend even went crying back to Aaron, worried she might be pregnant. Aaron listened. He held out hope she would return, but she didn't. His love for her was a one-way street. Aaron, banished to the friendzone by a hero of the endzone. Could Jason have possibly understood the repercussions of his actions? Of course not. He was just following his instincts and desires like any other guy. It certainly wasn't his fault that another kid was left with a lifetime of unrequited desire, and eroticized feelings of inadequacy. Aaron probably wouldn't have developed latent homosexual thoughts, naturally growing out his initial fantasy of heterosexual infidelity. Google or Comcast probably had it all mapped out via his porn viewing habits. The normal lesbian and straight porn of most young males, gradually turning to wife and girlfriend sharing searches as he matured. The tentative initial clicks on male-male-female threesomes. His initial revulsion at cuckold creampie eating and bisexual blowjobs. The tentative returns to these stories and videos as the themes found fertile mindspace, blossoming and growing. Eventually the revulsion evaporated as uninhibited and repeated clicks to male solo-masturbation porn led to masturbation to man on man sex. His viewing habits were still varied. He'd still read cuckold tales, admired women's bodies, creampie fantasies and the like. His sexual playbook had simply expanded to include many forms of sexuality. His wife wasn't giving it to him in the way he wanted. He compensated. It's just fantasy, he told himself. Completely normal. I just want to see her enjoy herself with another man. Aaron would sit mesmerized, his hard cock in his hand leaking cum, stroking as some skank gives jack off instruction while telling the male viewer he should relax and suck cock. He still didn't find anal sex among men attractive. She-males repulsed him. At least not yet. Completely normal. All because an alpha male busted the cherry of the girl he loved. On the drive home Aaron played scenarios in his head, trying to figure out how to encourage her without further pissing her off. Condoms in the luggage? Maybe leave a note? Jamie had a long workday. Meetings, reports, complaints from co-workers and employees, she saw it all, especially in HR. How many burnt out souls did she console in her office as they explained the reasons they were leaving, hoping to still collect unemployment money from the state? How many complaints; bogus, legitimate, petty and nasty; could she hear from people at her company? She attended separation meetings ensuring managers and employees played fair with each other, taking notes to protect the firm against lawsuits and labor board complaints. Jamie heard it all. The trip to Atlanta was a welcome respite. Sure, it was for work, but hearty meals would be comped, drinks had, welcome conversation with other members of her team from back east. They'd share war stories, discuss new policy designed to protect the firm. One must always protect the firm, she sighed to herself. Well if the firm decided to get sued to death, they could always let her go. It was never going to happen. The only way she was losing her job was in a business unit consolidation, or massive outsourcing exercise designed to pare down labor costs. That was always possible, a card ready to be played by management if it struck them as prudent. When Aaron walked through the door, Jamie was on the computer, chatting with Lee in Virginia. He was going to Atlanta and she looked forward to seeing him. They'd hit it off before, nothing inappropriate, but she knew in her heart there were possibilities. If she wasn't married, who knows what alternate life she'd have, because he was boyfriend material at the least. If only Aaron knew. But I can't tell him. He'd probably get angry. Even if he didn't, it would be too strange. That evening Jamie knew Aaron was up to his old tricks. He played grabass as they watched TV. She gave him the eye. "Is it because I'm going to Atlanta?" Aaron laughed, "Of course. Come on, let's fuck. I've been waiting for this all day." She acquiesced. In the bedroom she lay missionary style, unenthusiastically accepting his advances. That's what a good wife does. He crawled on top of her, trying to finger her without foreplay. Did he even wash his hands, she wondered, frowning. Aaron's penis wasn't very large. Soft he was practically a button dick, maybe one inch long. But hard he expanded to a whole five inches, kind of thin. His little boy cock never grew with him. Still, that wasn't really a deal-breaker. Jamie did find his penis perfectly acceptable when they married. Any lack of drive had more to do with a lack of passion. New love is intense love. The love she had now was love she worked at. Jamie wanted to love him. He's a good guy, a good provider. He'll make a great dad. He comes from good family. He doesn't drink too much, never smoked. All legitimate reasons for staying with somebody when the sexual spark dies. Aaron even went through a couple hardcore workout phases, bulking up. She told him she likes him just the way he is, he doesn't need to work out so much. She had no idea the effort and discipline involved on his side. He wanted her to love him physically. He wanted her to have that passion they had early in their relationship. Aaron remembered when she wanted to jump his bones. He hoped a good sex life will lead to openness and hopefully more. But he couldn't figure her out these days. She seemed to do her best to play the prude. It seemed all so possible when they first married. Now she worried loudly that his protein shakes might be unhealthy. Did he ever hassle her when she wanted frozen yogurt? No, he wanted her to be happy! Aaron's stiff cocklette felt good in her silky smooth vagina. A visual person, he loved the look of his wife's pussy. Truly he was lucky, so many women either let themselves go or lose the genetic lottery. She still had it. Lee in Virginia knew she still has it. He had ideas. He didn't have a cocklette. Aaron said, "I hope you have fun in Atlanta." She'd heard it before other trips. She gave him the evil eye. "What?" He protested, "I just hope you have a little fun." He continued fucking her. "Please, stop, you know I don't like it." She replied. "I only love you." I should have kept my big mouth shut. Aaron apologized to her. He didn't mean to wreck the mood. This mollified Jamie. He buried his feelings in the name of marital compatibility. She's just not like that, he admitted to himself. That's probably a good thing. A slut could ruin his life, embarrass and humiliate him, and end up running away in the end. She told him to hurry up and he picked up his rutting, cumming intensely. He asked her if she liked it, and she said it felt great. It didn't blow her out of the water, but it was still good. Lee would be better. Maybe. No forget about it., she thought. June rolled around, and Aaron woke up Monday morning early. Trying to sleep, he watched Jamie gather her bags to go. "Have a good trip babe," he mumbled as she exited the room with her roll-on luggage. He never did pack that note or the condoms. He was sick of the rejection. She'd hate it. She called after her flight got in safe. They exchanged small talk. He asked what her plans were for the evening. There was a dinner planned. After that she'd get some work done. She promised to call. He was secretly disappointed. All work no play makes wife a dull girl. Still, that feeling didn't last all day. Around eight pm he still hadn't heard from her. He knew she had to be back at the hotel by now, but she hadn't called. He sent her a text. "Hope all okay. Just wanted to reach out. I love you." Aaron sat at his computer contemplating the situation. He imagined Jamie in the hotel room with a horny co-worker or businessman. What he wouldn't give to have that come true. He check all his usual websites. Lately he'd gotten addicted to Tumblr. He was pleasantly surprised to have pictures and gifs turn him on again. Years ago he turned almost exclusively to video websites. Tumblr has some great photographs, and they were grouped by many interesting hotwife and cuckold themes. There was an upside to his freedom. He turned up the volume on the computer, walking around without pants. Although he didn't think of it this way, he was getting ready to make love to himself. With his left hand he stroked his hard cock. He paused at a wonderful shot of a woman, one leg up, looking back at the camera. The way her vulva curved was perfect. Her pussy lips spread ever so slightly, looking inviting and warm. Her brown pubic hair was well trimmed for the shot. He stroked himself and opened another tab. It was one of his favorite video sites. He had a free account and was signed in. He clicked on the recommendation tab. Certain titles really stood out; cucked by big cock, wife and friend, talking to hubby. He opened one. He skipped ahead the first few minutes. He never watched a saved clip to the end, but he also never watched the beginning. The internet was a big place, but these videos were remarkably rare when he thought about it. A lady was in some hotel room, a large black man between her legs. The cameraman, presumably her husband, filmed as she grunted and moaned. Aaron was into it, his small penis responding to his strokes. He wouldn't last much longer. An orgasm built. The phone rang. He looked at the number and it was Jamie! He fumbled for the volume, didn't want her to hear this. He looked and saw the clock. God it's about time. Maybe... He enthusiastically greeted her, "Babe! So glad to hear from you, I was worried. You having a good time?" Jamie answered as she always did. "I'm okay. We had a really nice dinner and some drinks afterward." "Really?" Aaron didn't push it, but this had potential. "Yes, it was pretty fun. How are you?" she asked. If only she knew. Her husband was sitting at his computer, his cock softening, the pre-cum lubrication already drying. His flexed his left hand, still damp with preliminary seminal fluid. He hoped it wouldn't dry there. He was feeling good. He wanted that cuckold angst. He wanted the open-minded wife. "I'm okay, just surfing the net, watching TV. Kinda boring." It was more or less a lie. Jamie was in the restroom sitting on the toilet. "Well, I'll let you get back to it," Jamie said. "It's already 11 pm." There was a light tapping at the front door. I better wrap this up, she thought. "Okay honey, well, I love you. I'm going to get some sleep." "Okay babe, I love you. Talk to you tomorrow," Aaron replied. He was happy the phone call was over, slightly disappointed it was more of the same. But what do I expect? She is who she is. Aaron clicked another favorite bookmarked video. It seemed to be Russian. There were subtitles. A wife was mad at her husband. Half naked, she tried to get him to come to bed with her, but he wanted to continue to play video games, wouldn't pay attention to her. She made a phonecall in frustration. A young buff guy showed up at the apartment. She introduced her husband to him. They kissed and she pulled out his long hard cock. She berated her husband, who has been rather weakly protesting the entire time. She made him come over on his knees. She gives the young guy a few more licks. She pauses and holds it out, mocking her husband. "See, this is a real man. This is a real dick. Come on, suck it." Aaron's orgasmic fuse was set into motion. Sure, he could still kill it, but he liked the video. He pumped his cocklette as he watched the husband protest, then finally succumb, his wife grabbing his hair forcing him to lick the tip, put the shaft between his lips, and finally mouthfuck her lover. The beta male sucks the alpha. Almost everything about the video pushed Aaron's buttons. The aggressive and beautiful wife, the helpless and weak husband, and the strong cock of the lover all turned him on. He imagined himself as the husband, his mouth taking her lover, pleasing him. He wouldn't need to be asked twice, he'd give him the best blowjob possible. He was very curious what the moment would be like if the lover's cock exploded into his mouth. Would the seed be bitter or sweet? Would it unpleasantly coat the back of his throat the way his own cum did when he swallowed it? Occasionally he'd jack off laying down, propping up his body so his cock hung down, cum spurting toward his mouth. It was hard to get just right. I'd want to swallow. I wonder if the reality would match the fantasy. His only regret about the video was the wife pushed the wimp husband away and the porn degenerated, the irony is rich, into a regular porn scene. It rallied at the end, the husband made to lick the lover's cum off her stomach. He lamented what he thought was a cop out ending. He wanted the lover to blast in the husband's beta mouth. That's how far Aaron had come. For years he'd been saturating his brain with dopamine blasts while viewing this cuckold themed, homoerotic porn. Being a regular part of his self identity and "sex life", it changed him. Jamie, however, didn't realize the extent of this. She thought he had a weird kink and would rather stamp it out than explore it. Even as Lee came into her hotel room, she lamented her husband's incompatible sexual proclivities. Was she clueless and selfish? Did she simply not appreciate an open relationship, preferring to cheat even though it was clearly more morally repugnant? Lee brought a bottle of wine, and poured a couple of glasses. Ironically Jamie worried that her husband's desire might even be an excuse to cheat on her. She shared a drink. She was oblivious to her hypocrisy and an idiot; book smart, street stupid. A half hour earlier they were downstairs in a men's bathroom, Lee kissing her while Jamie stroked his hard cock through his slacks. On the bed as he sat with her, Lee leaned in to kiss her. She melted. They both lay together on the bed. She closed her eyes and he stroked her hair and back. He whispered in Jamie's ear, "I want to feel you." She spread her legs and his hand palmed her leg, running up her stockings to the warm, damp treasure. Jamie's spine tingled as his fingers made laps where her legs met her groin. She had to feel him. Lee wasn't going to let her off that easy. The more she waited, the harder she'd come. "Hold on," She pulled down her hose and underwear, kicking them off. She spread her legs and he felt her pubic hair, a thin strip ending at her slit.. She'd trimmed it that morning. He slipped two fingers into her wet vagina. It's better than I imagined, thought Jamie. He kissed her tenderly, then moved down to eat her pussy. Her slit felt fantastic, clearly ready for hot, sweaty sex. He first wanted to giver her an orgasm with his mouth. It wasn't hard. His tongue and lips danced over her labia and clitoris, planting gentle kisses at first. It progressed to his full tongue lapping her clit, his lips and mouth applying firm pressure to her groin. Jamie felt it coming, her clit hot with desire, then the bang; waves pulsated through her body. She couldn't possibly understand how excited her husband would be to know this had happened, anymore than she could picture him at home cumming into towel at the sight of a man's cock being force fed to another male. If she had been more accommodating with her husband, he might never have turned this way. He might have preferred real sex to bisexual fantasy. Might have. At that moment her husband was rallying his cock. Having already cum once, the thought of Jamie, alone in her hotel room, still excited him. He wanted to be with her. He wanted her to sexually desire him. He dreamed of fucking, her ass high in the air on all fours. Aaron clicked through an on-line erotic library of short stories, playing with the tags, trying to find the perfect tale to suit his mood. He spent a half hour scanning stories, touching himself as he jumped from plot to plot, looking for that internet nugget of erotic gold. Meanwhile Lee fucked Jamie while she lay on her back, one leg thrown over his shoulder. The feeling of his man sized cock drove her over the edge. "Oh, you are so big. So much bigger than my husband," she cried out. With every stroke she cried out. Certainly other guests would hear her. She didn't care. Lee's penis filled her pussy. It hurts, she thought, but it hurts so good. This is what sex with a real man is like. It's so good.. He ejaculated, his privates spasming. His silky smooth sperm filled Jamie. She was on the pill. Lee was married too, and despite the situation she didn't think he regularly fucked around on his wife. She overlooked many things in pursuit of her own selfish joy of fucking for the first time in many years. If Aaron knew the truth, that she'd fulfilled his deepest fantasies but had kept it secret, he'd hate her, and rightfully so. Jamie enjoyed the flirting by instant message and sexual innuendos on the phone, a modern office courtship, and this long desired meetup. She happily signed over a portion of Aaron's exclusive rights to her married pussy. Ironically she'd spent much stress, energy and frustration explaining to Aaron how precious that exclusivity was. They fell asleep not long after, she hadn't even wiped herself down, the sperm drying on her leg, uncomfortably so by the morning. For the first time in months she awoke excited, happy to meet the new day. She didn't bother calling her husband until work was almost over. She enjoyed the camaraderie of her team, the playfulness with Lee. She planned to hang out with him every night while the others slept. Fuck sleep, I might never get this chance again. She called her husband out of a sense of obligation. Aaron had texted her that afternoon, asked if she was okay. "Hi honey," she said Aaron. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just work, you know how it is. I didn't sleep that great, I'm tired. You know hotels. Just not the same as home." The Road Sometimes Traveled After work, Aaron went to the gym. He cycled through his program that day, arms and chest. He was pretty happy with his progress, regularly benching multiple reps over 200 lbs. He could tell he was growing when he looked in the mirror. Aaron was mostly interested in the bodybuilding aspect of lifting, but it was kind of hard to really gauge how far he'd come compared to his "normal" size. He surreptitiously flexed a bicep in the mirror. He didn't want to be completely obvious about it. It wasn't like he was monstrously huge. Pat came up behind him. "Hulk Smash!", he mocked. Pat was a personal trainer at the gym, maybe five or ten years older than Aaron, it was hard to tell because he was in phenomenal shape. Aaron liked him. When he'd first starting working out years back, Pat was one of the first people on the floor who made him feel welcome. Even though Aaron chalked it up to salesmanship, it made him feel included. Eventually there were a core group of lifters he'd chat with, but Pat was the first. "Dude, I think I might need to start paying you," Aaron said. He'd been thinking about it for a while. His lifting research was basically all internet based. It wasn't bad, but he wondered if he was missing something. "It's about time," Pat responded. "You look like you need some help," he laughed. Aaron smiled. He knew he was doing fine. "It's just that I feel like maybe I'm plateauing. I want to take it to the next level. Maybe go full out for three months, food, supplements, everything." As they talked some more, Aaron contemplated Pat's physique. His shoulders popped out, his forearms strong and veiny. His upper arms went without saying, they were defined and cut. His legs were also cut, thighs almost like a horse. He wasn't obscenely huge, but he seemed like he was only a couple of steps away from being a competitive bodybuilder. He wondered if girls check Pat out in the same way. I wonder what he'd look like naked. He pushed the thought out of his head. It wasn't the first time he contemplated it. For a few months he'd been thinking about it. Lost in the moment, he snapped back to reality. "So, what do you want to do? We can chat about it later today, maybe after I finish up here? I have a client now." Pat asked. Aaron rolled the dice, "Hey, I live really close by. You can come to my place. My wife is gone for the week, business trip." Why am I doing this? Pat agreed. On the way home, Aaron wondered what Pat would charge, contemplated if he was doing the right thing. Is something else possible? He stopped off for groceries, got some meats to barbecue and some healthy sides. He picked up a case of Bud Light. It was hot out, and healthy or not, he wanted to share a few with Pat. He found himself jittery, and couldn't explain it. Well, maybe he could if he was being honest with himself. When Pat knocked on the door, he told himself to settle down, and opened it. "What up dude, thanks for coming." He welcomed him in. "Hey, I hope you don't mind, but can I use your shower? I had a client go a little long, and I didn't want to be late." "Wow, uh, okay, no problem," He led him his master bathroom. "I hope you like steak? I'm grilling?" "Sounds great." Pat said. While Pat showered Aaron heated up the grill and prepared the food. "Yo Aaron!" he heard. Aaron went to the bedroom. "You got a towel?" Pat asked. "I'm so sorry, I just forgot mine in my locker." "There aren't any on the rack?" Aaron said. "Sorry, I don't see any." With his wife gone, little household chores he took for granted didn't get done. "Sure," and he grabbed one from his closet. He knocked on the bathroom door. "I'm in the shower," said Pat. He opened the door and poked his head in with the towel. Pat was naked, his heavy cock hanging down between his legs. Is he semi hard or was this Pat's normal flaccid? His pubic area seemed trimmed. "My face is up here Aaron," smiled Pat. Oh fuck. I can't believe he noticed me checking him out. Jesus Christ. Pat said, "I didn't want to get your floor wet. Just throw it over man, thanks." Aaron threw the towel, closed the door, and wanted to die. Strangely his cock had stirred. This isn't right. He grabbed a beer and sat on the couch, lamenting this turn of events until Pat came out. Pat was smiling at him, acting like nothing happened. "So you want to talk shop and eat?" And so that's what they did, sipping beer and going over a diet and exercise plan that was hardcore by Aaron's standards. At one point Pat discussed sitting overhead presses, and Aaron told him he was actually feeling a little tweak in his lower back that hurt when he did them. "Really? That's not good," said Pat, "We can modify it then, maybe try with dumbbells instead of a barbell, go light. Hey, you mind if I take a look?" "Umm, sure, what do you mean?" Aaron wondered. "Lay down on the floor and show me where it hurts." Aaron demurred, "Well, the floor is kind of hard, you mind if we use my bed?" He couldn't believe he said that, but really the floor was hard. "Even better," Pat said. Aaron led him into the bedroom. He kicked off his shoes, grabbed a couple pillows for support and got on his stomach. "Pull down your shorts a little bit," asked Pat. Aaron's penis was already semi-hard, as he adjusted his shorts. This is crazy. This is really crazy. Pat asked him to point out where it hurt, and he placed his fingers on the spot. "You mind if I massage it a bit?" "Sure," Aaron gulped. Pat probed silently for a minute or so. "God that feels good. I think it really helps." "So you said Jamie was out of town?" Pat had met Jamie before at the gym. She wasn't a regular, but she didn't need to be. She was a looker and Pat remembered her name. "Yep, business in Atlanta. Maybe I already told you." "Business trip huh? Your wife is a little cutie. You get jealous when she's gone?" Aaron was surprised at how forward he was, but opened up a little. "I just tell her not to do anything I wouldn't videotape." Pat laughed at that one. "That's a good attitude. Too many people get way uptight. I had one pissed off husband threaten me." "Huh?" Pat's fingers seemed to go lower than necessary. "She was a client. Totally obvious she was into me. Used to check me out, tried to ask me out. She must have blabbed to her husband." "What an idiot. I wouldn't do that." Aaron confessed. "Blab to your wife?" "No," Aaron embarrassingly hesitated. "I mean, threaten you if my wife, nevermind. I've said too much. Oh fuck, why did I just tell you this?" Please I hope I'm not fucking this up. Wait, fucking what up? Is this what I want?. "Hmm, maybe I need to make your wife a client," Pat said, and they both laughed, Aaron a little more nervously. "I wish." Aaron said. Why am I digging this hole deeper? The truth was it felt good to tell somebody, to confess. Pat wasn't in Aaron and Jamie's regular circle of friends. She'd never find out. "I wonder if you have a sciatic nerve issue," Pat suddenly turning serious. "Is that bad?" Aaron asked. "Well, it can be, but it depends. Does it hurt here?" Pat asked, pressing on a spot on his buttocks. Aaron was surprised but went along with it. "No, not really." "Spread your legs a little," Aaron asked. He reached down the back of his leg, his fingers just touching Aaron's hard erection. Aaron tensed. I'm pretty sure this isn't any official test. He just touched my cock. Oh fuck what if he notices. Jesus. "Relax, it's okay. I don't think it's the nerve, but you should get it checked out. Let me see something, turn over." It's now or never. "I, I can't, hold on," stammered Aaron. He turned over slowly, trying to adjust his hard cock. He felt embarrassed and excited. Pat has been cool. Maybe... "It's okay, you're not the first," he said. "Relax." Not the first what? Pat said, "If we want to do this right, you need to pull down your pants." Do what right? Aaron complied, pulling them off. He hard cock bounced in front of both of them. "I'm sorry. I just..." he couldn't finish his sentence. Pat grabbed his shaft, paused and said, "I gotta be honest, if we are going to take this farther, I can't have you as a client. It wouldn't be right, it would cause all kinds of problems." "Take what farther?" Aaron asked, but he knew the answer. Hist stiff cock was in his friend's palm. "Just say it," said Pat. "Say what?" Aaron's heart beat in his chest. Oh where the fuck is the conversation going. "Tell me you won't be my client." Pat said. Aaron looked down at a long hard shape in Pat's shorts and stuttered, "Why? I think I could use your help." I'm not gay. "That's fine," Pat said, "I just wanted to be clear. Look, I'm sorry, I think I better go." "Okay," Aaron croaked. His cock started to soften. They spent an awkward five minute cleaning up the dishes, planning their next workout time, exchanging notes. Aaron felt relieved when the door closed. What the fuck just happened? He went to the computer and booted it up. He felt miserable. He opened the forced blowjob video, gripping his penis which was coated in pre-cum. He had blue-balls. A man held my stiff cock and gave me blue balls. He really wanted Jamie to call. Fuck it, I'm calling her. Jamie looked down at her mobile as it buzzed. She was at dinner and excused herself to take the call. "Hi honey," she said. "What's up?" "I love you Jamie," Aaron said. "I just had to call you. I can't wait for you to come home." "Thanks, I love you too. You know, I'm eating dinner right now. Can we talk tomorrow?" "Can you call me later?" "I'm just so tired, I wanted to turn in early." It was a lie. Tonight I want to make love to Lee. Aaron was looking at the video, the sound off. In the video the wife was holding her husband by the hair, driving his lips close to the hard cock of her lover. Aaron's mind was made up. "That's okay babe. You get a good sleep. We'll chat tomorrow," "Okay, honey, goodbye. Love you," Jamie hung up. After the call Aaron stared at the phone. Forgive me. He found Pat's number and called. "Hey Aaron," answered Pat. "You change your mind?" "You're fired," Aaron's heart skipped a beat as he waited for a response. "Did I hear what I just think I heard?" Pat adjusted his pants. "Come back over. Now." Aaron hung up. It's the perfect time. Fifteen minutes later Aaron answered the door. Pat looked at him. "Bedroom?" Aaron surrendered as he led him into the bedroom. "I can't kiss. I can't, um, I don't know what to say. I just. I just want to try this." "How about sucking cock? You know you're going to suck cock." Pat sat on the bed. Aaron knelt in front of him. He tugged down his shorts. Under his underwear Pat's long hard penis struggled to free itself. A wet spot of pre-cum dampened the cloth. Aaron pulled down the elastic, freeing Pat's dick. It bobbed in front of him, maybe seven or eight inches long. Aaron stared. It reminded him of jumping off the highest diving board when he was a kid. He tensed, ready to take the plunge. Aaron stared at the hard member, clear fluid at the tip.. It finally has come to this. His own cock leaked seminal fluid. "Make me do it," Aaron said. "Grab my hair, make me do it." Pat smiled, gripping the hair on Aaron's head. With his other hand he brushed the cock against Aaron's lips. A string of cold clear cum danced between penis and lips. "Open up," Pat pressed the cock against Aaron's lips. "You know you want this. I'll put it in." Aaron opened up. Pat's penis touched his tongue, the clear cum slightly salty. The head was slightly spongy. Aaron reached up and gripped the base of Pat's shaft. It was warm and hard. Patrick leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Aaron opened wider and took more in. It felt like sucking a giant finger, surprisingly neutral. The cum gave it taste, but even that disappeared after a few sucks. He continued for a few minutes, jacking the shaft and licking the tip, trying to milk out more clear semen. Aaron stood up, pushing Pat back onto the bed. He got on the bed where it was more comfortable, and hunched over Pat's body. He admired it, massaged his arms and his chest with one hand while he held the cock with his other. He went down, kissing the tip, licking the head, finally sucking gently while jacking him off. When Pat moaned Aaron knew he was close. He continued to suck, reaching down to cup his balls gently, pulling them up from behind gently. Pat grunted and warm sperm squirted into Aaron's mouth. Bitter and sticky, Aaron knew he might feel like this, disgusted with the taste. But he vowed to carry through to the end. Aaron stared at his hard member, clear fluid at the tip. It's just like I dreamed it. He look at Pat, "Can you give me more of that massage?" "No problem." Pat had him lie on the bed, face down He rubbed Aaron's shoulders, felt out the knots in his back. Massaged his ass. Aaron tensed as he put a finger up to his anus. "Do you have any lube?" Pat asked, and Aaron directed him to the nightstand. He kept it there for fucking his wife. Aaron felt a finger, this time slippery on his anus. He tensed as Pat gently probed. He tried to relax on Pat's instructions, but it was difficult. He moaned as Pat's thick finger finally broke through. Aaron's cock has softened but was leaking cum. "Does your wife have a dildo or vibrator?" Pat asked. Aaron grinned, pointing to the nightstand again. There were two. Pat chose a medium sized vibrator, six inches long and not particularly thick, but larger than his fingers. "Let's try this, the right way. Turn over." Aaron complied. "Spread your legs." Aaron spread his legs, missionary style. I'm like a woman. Christ. He closed his eyes as his wife's toy invaded his ass. He'd actually done it before with Jamie, but she really wasn't into it. She barely used the toys herself. What a waste, why do I even bother, he had contemplated the last time she rejected them. Buzzing, the plastic penetrated his rectum easily. He had to shift, but the fingers had loosened him up. His cock hardened a little as the toy rubbed his prostate. He stared at Pat, examining his muscles, his cock. It was getting hard again as he worked the vibrator in and out of Aaron's ass. "Are you ready?" He asked. "Ready for what?" Pat knew. "I'm going to fuck you like I'd fuck your wife if I had the chance." Aaron's cock surged, but he was terrified. "Fuck no, you're too big!" "Come on, just let me try." Pat was bathing his cock in lube. It was getting all over the sheets. I'm going to have to clean these before Jamie gets home. This is what a desperate housewife must feel like. Aaron pulled his legs back. And this is what Jamie must feel like. No, this is bigger. It was disturbing, being on the receiving end of a live hard cock. Pat placed his cock on Aaron's ass. He pushed. Aaron screamed. It fucking hurt, hurt worse than he anticipated. The head of Pat's cock stretched his rectum but Aaron tried to wriggle out of it. Pat's power arms and body held him down. "Shh, just relax." Pat tried to quiet his friend. "Just stop. Please," tears came out of Aaron's eyes. Pat pushed harder, getting his helmet past the rectum. The pain subsided slightly but it was still there, and Pat started to rock rhythmically. Is this what it feels like to get fucked. He's so strong and heavy. Is he raping me? Pat picked up the pace. He actually tried to be gentle. He could have reamed Aaron like he did some of the other bodybuilders he knew, but didn't want to truly hurt him. It just felt so good, fucking this married guy. He knew Aaron was confused, but he wanted to give him a proper fucking, show him what it took to be Pat's friend with benefits. It didn't take long. Pat fucked Aaron for only a minute or two before coming. Aaron almost passed out. This was nothing like he imagined it. He cried on the bed, violated. After Pat pulled out he felt down there. He knew his ass was red, loose, and angry. As touched his hole. Is that lube, no, fuck it's cum! Pat disappeared into the bathroom, washed his cock down and brought the towel out to Aaron so he could clean up. He reached down and grabbed Aaron's cock. "Thank you." Aaron sniffed. "Oh that fucking hurt. I actually got fucked." "Yep. Imagine how your wife would feel if I fucked her." Pat cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. Aaron's cock began to swell. "Your cock is kind of small, is that why you like the thought of me fucking Jamie? I'd do it if you let me," and Pat bent down, taking Aaron in his mouth. Aaron was rock hard. His ass hurt, but he was still rock hard. "Yes," he said. "Suck my cock. Suck it. I want you to fuck Jamie. Fuck my wife." Pat bobbed up and down. Jamie had never sucked cock so well. "I'm guessing your pencil dick never really did it for your wife. I don't mind. Easier to suck." Pat deepthroated him. Aaron felt his orgasm start, Pat expertly pulling it out of him within seconds. Aaron exploded. Pat was surprised at the size of the spurt, he half spit, half swallowed. Aaron lay back. What the fuck have I done. "Okay man," Pat said, "I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to get out of here." "Oh, fuck 'em and forget 'em." Aaron laughed, "Now I get it. You are not fucking me in the ass again. No way." "Never say never, dude." "Why do I feel used?" Aaron laughed. At least I have an outlet from my wife. Why did she have to be such a prude? "Now you know how your wife feels," joked Pat. The made small talk, discussed meeting up the next day for more playtime. As Pat left, Aaron sat, hurting, and wondered, how it had come to this? It was all because an alpha male busted the cherry of the girl he loved, so many years ago.