Easier Than I Thought

Like many men before me, breaking my gay virginity was a big thing mentally. Or that's what I believed.
I'd had gay sexual feelings for a long time. As long as I'd been sexually active with women anyway.
Married, yet unsatisfied sexually because of my yearnings for gay interaction, I was always seeking someone to show me the ropes, so to speak.

When Ryan moved down the lane from our cottage, he let me know within days he liked older men like me. And said anytime I wanted to enjoy a boy (He's twenty three) like him, just to knock.
It was an open invitation for sex, yet I still held back.

When lockdown eased, my wife went on a five day business trip over to Ireland.
Within two days Ryan and I were fucking. And believe me, it was far easier than I ever thought it might be to indulge myself with a gay man.

All he said as he returned from the shops passing our cottage, was "I'm clean and love cock".
Ryan's very camp. Extremely effeminate and doesn't care who knows it. He's a cute shaggy blonde haired looking guy, and he's got a very toned slim muscular body, as I found out.
Being extremely cheeky, literally, he pulled his shorts down and gave me a brief glimpse of his arse cheeks.
Telling me "Its all yours honey".

I couldn't lock my front door quick enough.
We were in his lounge a couple of minutes later, with my shorts around my ankles and his amazing mouth sucking on my dick.
I've always loved fucking women who like sex rough. Not every time, but I like to know they can take a good hard fucking. And I wanted to fuck Ryan the same.

Once my cock was straining hard, he lay over the arm of his sofa and told me as he used hand cream to coat his arsehole "Use that fucking hole and shag me hard".

My dick was up his arsehole in seconds and I didn't hesitate once. Everything I'd doubted about myself sexually with a guy, went in moments and I didn't stop fucking him for a good long time.

Even when I first came, filling his arsehole with my cum, I carried on fucking him, I was that turned on. Changing positions then, Ryan lay on his back and began stroking his little cock. I shuffled up to him and thrust in and using my own cum, easily buried my dick right to my balls, up his gorgeous arsehole.

Looking down on him with his eyes closed, but saying "Oh yeh fuck me", I had the sudden urge to kiss him. So leaning down, I quickly kissed his mouth and again was surprised by just how right it felt.
Kissing and fucking, we both worked at the speed and depth I fucked his arsehole. And Ryan was just as eager to fuck roughly as I was. So by the time I was pounding into him, he was crying out for me to fuck his 'boy pussy'.

When I came the second time, in a total whim of my own to do so, I pulled out, moved down his body and finger fucking his cum drench hole with two middle fingers, I also sucked in his little hard cock.

It was strange at first. The feeling and the taste. Yet it wasn't unpleasant, so I made sure I tried to copy what and how he'd sucked me earlier. And that, along with me finger fucking him, had Ryans cock exploding in my mouth.
For me that in itself was more erotic in a gay sense, than fucking him. It might sound strange, but i'd fucked women's arses before. But id never sucked cock. And I enjoyed giving Ryan pleasure that way.

Both drained literally after I'd shared his cum, by kissing Ryan for a long time, we lay together on his couch. He had his head on my chest as we chatted about various things. And I couldn't have been more relaxed.

I stayed to eat a meal with him after showering. Wearing one of his bath robes, I sat in his lounge and thought about what we'd done together while he cooked. After eating we sat on the couch talking about my marriage and the fact id crossed the gay devide. It was then I realised how easily I'd moved into the sexual world of a bisexual man. And how much I was at ease with it

To prove my acceptance if you like, I spent a good half an hour eating out his arsehole before fucking Ryan as he leaned over his coffee table. It was dark and late by then, but I still chose to walk back to my cottage to sleep after cumming deep inside Ryan for a third time.

It was a wonderful way to introduce myself into gay sex, and the sheer delights of Ryans love life.
During the rest of those days I had with Ryan, mainly in his home, we fucked many times. And I learned many things about myself as a bisexual man. One being I enjoy the taste of cum.

The real thing I learned however, is I was and am ok with myself being who I should be. A married loving man to my wife, who also enjoys having sex with younger gay or bisexual guys. Those worlds don't have to mix, and mine don't. And as for Ryan, he's more than happy to have a guy fucking him, who's not living in his home.

He's independent, but also valued in his approach. And what I mean by that, is we're now both tested for STDs and clear. He doesn't fuck around and I keep myself in check, even though I've had further opportunities with other like minded young guys.

If and when I do decide to indulge with other men, I'm going to make sure we both understand my ground rules for sex. Checks first, then all the fucking he can handle.