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Gay Stories
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Bi-Sexual Male / 28
Changed
It was just over 2 years ago when my life course changed direction. I was a mid 20's guy living with a girlfriend who I thought was right for me. One evening she dropped a bombshell on me. She said she no longer wanted to be together and was involved in a passionate affair with a male co worker. Not only that but she was giving me a month to move out so he could move in. It was originally her apartment so this was definitive. I got in my car and drove to a nearby park to absorb this distressing news. I could hardly think straight. I returned home and slept on the couch.
The next day I was calm yet depressed. I had to figure out how to survive this.As I was trying to figure things out a few days later I was laid off by my bank employer and was given a small settlement package. My mind was reeling. No longer was the bank office a place to further my career as a financial advisor.
I needed to find a place and a new job. That is all I could think about. I had worked a construction job a few years previously in the summers between university terms. I reached out and luckily they offered me a job at a new townhouse development. They liked my work ethic.
I went to work the following week with my hardhat and steel toed boots. A couple days in I was chatting at lunch with an older co worker about needing a place to live. Carl was in his mid 40's a lean muscular dude with grey in his hair and tanned skin from years of outdoor work. He told me he was living in a rooming house and paying cheap rent after some hard financial times to get back on his feet. There was a room available on the first floor beside his and why didn't I grab it. I thought I need somewhere quick and cheap so I went with his suggestion. That evening I spoke to the landlord of the house and he gave me the room. I moved in that weekend after getting rid of a lot of my stuff. My ex did not even say goodbye.
The next few weeks I got used to my new digs. There was a shared kitchen and bathroom with shower on the floor and the sane set up on the second floor. It was an older house with 6 roomers 3 on each floor.
Carl and I started hanging out together a lot. We went for beers and bites after work sometimes,bowling,darts and pool at a local pub that sort of thing. We had lots of conversations about almost anything. One weekend we were drinking in his room. He was looking at me kinda funny. I had noticed he was checking me out more and more and it made me start to wonder if he was gay. We had quite a few beers and he finally came out and said he in fact he was gay and found me hot. There was an awkward silence then he asked me if I had been with a man. I said no which was true. He wondered if I was open to fooling around and if I did not like it we would stop. The beers had some effect on me but his sexual interest in me kinda turned me on. I told him I would just lay back and he could suck me if he wanted. He needed no further encouragement and gave me a very complete and exciting blowjob. I finished in his mouth and we lay there talking after. He pulled his pants off and showed me how stiff his cock was from sucking me. I studied his cock and found its shape and size made me horny again. I ended up sucking him and enjoying every moment pleasing him until I had a mouthful of his cum. I felt totally different after this. My inhibitions were completely gone and we started necking passionately. Later he blew me again.
Carl and I began having regular sex. He wanted to fuck me and soon he was screwing me several times a week. At first it hurt then as I got used to it I needed his cock inside me and felt nothing but pleasure. Over time I became more the bottom and wanted nothing more than to please Carl. Guys in the house started giving us funny looks as we were often together and even though I never slept over in his room the whole night they picked up on the vibes we were lovers. Carl and I discussed having more privacy and getting our own place together. By this point we fell in love and after a year living in the house we got an apartment together. Now when Carl fucks me I can be as loud and passionate as I want to be when his big sexy cut cock is pumping inside of me and I am crying out his name.
The next day I was calm yet depressed. I had to figure out how to survive this.As I was trying to figure things out a few days later I was laid off by my bank employer and was given a small settlement package. My mind was reeling. No longer was the bank office a place to further my career as a financial advisor.
I needed to find a place and a new job. That is all I could think about. I had worked a construction job a few years previously in the summers between university terms. I reached out and luckily they offered me a job at a new townhouse development. They liked my work ethic.
I went to work the following week with my hardhat and steel toed boots. A couple days in I was chatting at lunch with an older co worker about needing a place to live. Carl was in his mid 40's a lean muscular dude with grey in his hair and tanned skin from years of outdoor work. He told me he was living in a rooming house and paying cheap rent after some hard financial times to get back on his feet. There was a room available on the first floor beside his and why didn't I grab it. I thought I need somewhere quick and cheap so I went with his suggestion. That evening I spoke to the landlord of the house and he gave me the room. I moved in that weekend after getting rid of a lot of my stuff. My ex did not even say goodbye.
The next few weeks I got used to my new digs. There was a shared kitchen and bathroom with shower on the floor and the sane set up on the second floor. It was an older house with 6 roomers 3 on each floor.
Carl and I started hanging out together a lot. We went for beers and bites after work sometimes,bowling,darts and pool at a local pub that sort of thing. We had lots of conversations about almost anything. One weekend we were drinking in his room. He was looking at me kinda funny. I had noticed he was checking me out more and more and it made me start to wonder if he was gay. We had quite a few beers and he finally came out and said he in fact he was gay and found me hot. There was an awkward silence then he asked me if I had been with a man. I said no which was true. He wondered if I was open to fooling around and if I did not like it we would stop. The beers had some effect on me but his sexual interest in me kinda turned me on. I told him I would just lay back and he could suck me if he wanted. He needed no further encouragement and gave me a very complete and exciting blowjob. I finished in his mouth and we lay there talking after. He pulled his pants off and showed me how stiff his cock was from sucking me. I studied his cock and found its shape and size made me horny again. I ended up sucking him and enjoying every moment pleasing him until I had a mouthful of his cum. I felt totally different after this. My inhibitions were completely gone and we started necking passionately. Later he blew me again.
Carl and I began having regular sex. He wanted to fuck me and soon he was screwing me several times a week. At first it hurt then as I got used to it I needed his cock inside me and felt nothing but pleasure. Over time I became more the bottom and wanted nothing more than to please Carl. Guys in the house started giving us funny looks as we were often together and even though I never slept over in his room the whole night they picked up on the vibes we were lovers. Carl and I discussed having more privacy and getting our own place together. By this point we fell in love and after a year living in the house we got an apartment together. Now when Carl fucks me I can be as loud and passionate as I want to be when his big sexy cut cock is pumping inside of me and I am crying out his name.
