Well before I met and then married my wife Wendy four years ago, I had sex with other men. Because of my attributes, it's been fairly easy for me to find and have sex with well over a hundred men and counting, since I first fucked a guys arsehole at the age of seventeen.
At first it was all very secretive and I fucked mostly single guys who around my age. But as opinions on gay sex have mellowed, I found myself meeting up with older married men who were discovering their sexuality for real.
Having a cock the size of mine, it's not just been men I've fucked, but since being married I've never once been with another woman. Instead, I found a place where I'd meet men to either have them suck me off, or I fuck them in, or if it was nice weather, out of my car.
I actually prefered it when it was raining, as it kept the casual dog walkers in and the ramblers back in the pubs. Parking up at my then new favourite spot, you'd know when a guys interested as he'll flash his car lights. Or if he was bold enough, he'd simply walk over to the car and knock. Most of the older guys only wanted to suck on my dick for a while, until they shoot their load by tossing themselves off. It was the younger men and boys who I found wanted my cock fucking their arseholes, and believe with my libido I was more than happy to oblige them. Often having other men watch as I fucked them on the back seat of my car.
The youngest lad I know of, that I've fucked was a fourteen year old who actively sought me out. He found out off another young guy I'd fucked, that I had a large cock and meeting me at the beauty spot, told me he was sixteen. I fucked him in a field close to the parking area with three other men watching and encouraging us on. It was only afterwards he admitted to me his real age.
The oldest man I've fucked and still fucked every now and then, was a guy called Albert. He's seventy three, married with kids and grandkids, yet he loves a long piece of man meat up his arsehole once in a while. And I was only too glad to offer him mine to sit on at his bungalow, when his wife was not home.
My wife for her part knows only too well I'd meet up with men for sex. She's only once accompanied me and watched two men take turns to suck me off. One of the men tried to get her involved and she freaked out a little. I made sure he knew he wasn't touching her and that was that for the day. Funnily enough I met him a few weeks later at a party and fucked a very drunk individual, as lots of other men and women watched and took pictures.
My wife knows she can't keep up with my sex drive, so she half heartedly kind of accepts my need to fuck other men. She also knows I only played safe using condoms every time, and that I made sure the guys who I fucked were scrupulously clean and as far as I could know, STD free.
Not once since I've begun to fuck males have I ever sucked on their cocks, or had anything to do with any other form of gay sex, until now. I have had my cock sucked and I have fucked them, anything else I've left to others. The only exception to that rule is someone I've now been involved with and why I'm here really.
He's my wife's youngest brother, Justin. He's twenty four years old the reason I've not had sex with anyone else for over three months, and the reason why my wife believes I've finally come to an end with my "Gay phase" as she puts it. And he's the reason I've now not only sucked cock, but also rimmed arse and swallowed my own cum from his arse.
We've been having sex ever since he contacted me anonymously, on the site I arranged most of my daily meets. Meeting him just from cock pics, I was totally shocked when he sat in my car. He'd found out it was me by someone I'd fucked only weeks before and it was him who spoke to Justin, telling him all about our fuck meet in the woodland close to the car park. The lad had told Justin about the size of my cock and also about a very exclusive tattoo I have at the top of my left leg. He put two and two together and contacted me through the site.
However instead of having any intimacy at the beauty spot, I drove us over to his flat where we spent the whole afternoon having sex. Justin isn't like any of the guys I frequently fucked. For a start the vast majority of the guys I had sex with were normal average looking guys. Some of them, but not many were overweight, but none of them were anywhere near as good looking as Justin. And none of them have a body like his. From the age of around seventeen, Justin has been into fitness in a big way. He's tall, very handsome and beautifully muscular, and he's done it all with out steroids. Which I suppose means his testosterone levels are normal, enabling him to want to be a dominated during sex.
And dominate him over the last three months or so is what we've both enjoyed. As I've said I've stopped fucking other men, and have only had male sex exclusively with him. He knows about my sexual past and we've had our checks done at a clinic.
Yesterday as I was fucking Justin from behind on my marital bed, spooning him. He told me he loved me, he turned his head and told me he was in love with me just before we kissed. Finishing the kiss as I ejaculated deep inside his arsehole, I told him I was in love with him too.
His sister doesn't have a clue we're sexually involved, or I don't think she does anyway. She hopefully just thinks her "little" big brother is getting her husband extremely fit, which as an aside, I am. I'm not overly sure she'd approve of our sexual liaisons or that fact we've fallen in love. Yet Justin seems to think she would. He's even begun to suggest we tell her everything and see where it leads us. But as much as I now find myself in love with a very handsome muscular sexy guy, I don't want to lose my wife, who I'm now realising I love just as much, if not more than Justin.
It's an enigma I'm going to have to figure out fairly soon.