Getting Caught

From the age of sexual discovery to only a few months ago, I was a closeted bisexual.
Only I'd never done anything about my gay attractions. Other than dildo fucking my tight arsehole when masturbating.
And it was whilst I was masturbating I got caught by a workman, not even working on our home.
He was working on a neighbours property, but could easily see into the kitchen. Where I was nakidly fucking myself with a suction cup dildo and tossing myself off at the same time.
Totally embarrassed, I stopped what I was doing and went back into the lounge to put some clothes on.
No more than a couple of minutes later there was a knock on my door.
Answering it, I came face to face with the guy who'd just seen me having sex with myself.
Before I could say anything, he asked me if I wanted the real thing fucking my arsehole.
As politely as I could I refused and closed the door. But I had to admit to myself as I turned to clear up, he looked good, if not a little older than the guys I was normally attracted to (But never did anything about).
All that day and into the early evening before my wife got home, I couldn't get the guy out of my mind. And I told myself if I ever got the chance again, I was going to have sex with a guy.
Two days later as I was entering our house, the guy walking past said to me "The offers still there".
It was pissing down and he was sheltering under the scaffolding next door. Remembering what I'd said to myself two days before, I told him to knock in ten minutes.
I'm not sure where I got this idea from, but I thought if I got myself naked, lubed up and positioned myself over the kitchen table, he could either have me suck him (Which I'd never done) or just fuck me. Which is what I desired right then.
When I heard him knock, I'd left the front door half open. Shouting for him to enter, and that I was in the kitchen, I waited a few seconds and heard him walking along the hallway.
With lots of things flying through my mind, I heard him say "Oh fuck yeh".
Turning my head, I watched him undo his work trousers, then lower his boxers.
His cock which was larger than mine, was already semi erect and he was stroking himself.
There was no pause to his actions, or any doubt either.
He got up close, told me I was going to enjoy his dick and slowly slid his cock up my arsehole.
I guess all the times using the dildo helped, but his cock was bigger than my seven inch dildo and thicker too.
Even so it hurt a little until he bottomed out up my arsehole and began thrusting slowly at first. Once he began to build up speed and depth, the familiar feelings started deep inside my arse and through my cock and balls.
He was holding my hips at first, fucking me harder and harder, until he gripped my hair, pulled my head back and began slamming his cock into my arse.
I'd always wanted a more sensual start to my gay experience, yet feeling him enjoying me this way, dominating my body, was absolutely perfect.
And having not touched my cock, it erupted all over the kitchen table.
The orgasm I had was unbelievably wonderful. So powerful and so all consuming throughout my entire body, I actually cried a little.
Not from pain or discomfort, but from the sheer joy of the interaction and how he'd made me feel so right.
In those moments as he began grunting loudly, I knew what was happening was the perfect scenario for me.
Fucking me with total lust and with words like "You're a fucking slut" he cried out as his hot sperm flooded my insides.
Still pumping away up my arsehole, he collapsed on my back and held me until his balls were drained.
That was that, I was no longer a guy who didn't fully know himself. And I couldn't have been more ecstatic.
Even when he pulled out and got me to lick and suck his cock clean, I did it with such passion and willingness, it surprised me. I wanted to pleasure him so much, I'd have done almost anything.
Getting himself together, he told me his name, Tim, and then asked me if I'd like to enjoy sex again.
I thought he meant right then, but went onto say he'd be working next door for at least another week.
Every day he called by. And every day Tim fucked me. There wasn't any kissing or caressing at first, just him fucking me in whatever position he wanted me in. But just before he finished the job next door, we ended up in bed.
And that's when we took our time and I had my first male kiss. We were fucking missionary when he pulled my face to his and kissed me. It was full of passion and I returned the kiss.
Over the next hour the sex we had was a mix of slower more sensual sex, but also with Tim power fucking my mouth and arsehole.
Working from home, it's been easy for him to pop round and me look after him, anyway he wants me.
It's now been five months since he first fucked me over the kitchen table, and I still love that kind of spontaneous hard fuck. But I also love him taking his time to fuck me in multiple ways.
And he's now not my only male lover. I've met a guy who's in his forties, who works for the company I'm employed with. He's an IT tech and visited my home to install new equipment.
But he also installed his beautiful cock up my arsehole after some really dirty innuendos.
For those of you who might wonder about my wife, let's just say she has her fun outside of our marriage too.
She's having sex with an older woman from the gym she attends. I know this because my wife tells me all the details of their sexual times together when we fuck.
It gets me so horny listening to how they enjoy one anothers bodies. After all it's one of her old dildos I was using the first time Tim saw me.