My wife doesn't know and will never know what I'm about to confess. We've been married for eight years and for the first eleven months we rented an apartment. After five months I lost my job through redundancy and although the redundancy money helped at first we were soon falling behind with the rent. As hard as I tried I couldn't get full time work, so I asked the landlord, a middle aged well built muscular man, if I could do some work around the apartments, to help to pay for our arrears and future rent. He originally agreed and after the part time job I had, I'd do some painting, cleaning and general maintenance around the apartments. I told my wife I was helping the guy out when she found out I'd been working for him, telling her it was a temporary paid measure, because his maintenance guy was ill. A few weeks later he called by and told me our arrangment would have to end and we'd have to pay up our arrears in full. Desperate I offered to do anything for him. When he came back the following morning after my wife had gone to work, He told me what he wanted to clear our debt. All that morning and into the afternoon I found out what it was like have a gay sexual relationship. Reluctantly sucking his cock, licking his balls and arse, aswell as him performing the same sexual acts for me. Then after he'd sucked all the cum from my cock whilst fingering my arsehole, he had me kneel up on the couch. I was so nervous and apprehensive as he stood behind me. Putting the tip of his cock to my arse opening, before ever so slowly inserting his hard fat cock into my tight rear. It wasn't an enjoyable experience at all the first time and it took some resolve not to tell him he could shove his apartment up his own arse. The massage he gave me after he greatfully came all over my back, rubbing his sticky cum into me, was I have to say, awsome. Turning me over he massaged my flaccid cock back to life, spitting on my growing cock and in doing so his own cock also became fully erect. Now facing me with my arse on the edge of the sofa, my cock fully erect, he entered me again. This time the pain subsided after a couple of minutes and a few minutes after that, I was completely loving the fucking he was giving me. I wanted him inside me and I wanted him to fuck me harder and harder, and I told him so. Never before had I had a man giving me sexual pleasure, but his patience, experience and knowledge of how to fuck me, had me before my cum erupted from my throbbing cock, begging him to drive his long thick cock deep inside my bowels. The orgasm I had after he'd been fucking me for over ten minutes and I'm not over stating this, was the most exhilerating full on orgasm, I'd ever had up that point. The sensation going through my body was almost electric and his cock just kept on plowing into me, sending further ripples of total joy all around my body. when he ejaculated, he came deep inside me, his hot cum filling my inards as he collapsed on top of me. Before he left only minutes before my wife came home, I let him suck me off again. There was no pretense to my full willingness for him to perform fellation on me, and when I came this time filling his mouth, it was me holding the back of his head as I fucked his throat.
Over the remaining time we rented the apartment, we didn't pay any rent. The only cost if you could call it that, was having sex with him at least once a week. The money saved from not paying rent, plus the fact I became fully employed again, enabled us to save up for a mortgage deposit. I did visit him again several times after we moved with the sex being more urgent and more of the moment, but with work and my wife becoming pregnant, I stopped our gay affair.
To this day I still miss being fucked and sometimes use items to fuck myself with as I masturbate, but I haven't indulged in any way with a guy since.
Who knows what the future holds, but if I got the oportunity to explore my gay sexual side again with a fit, healthy guy, I might just be tempted to see if the pleasure would be just as good as back then.