Secret Slut

I chat to a lot of people, and when talking to men, they often tell me about being in a sexless marriage. Some of those men seek out women, and others turn to M2M sex, often for the first time in their lives. This story is for those men who take that journey and explore a whole new world. This is a world I know very little about personally, so I have created this story to try to bring together different fantasies and tales told to me. I would also mention that, for the purposes of this story, I have ignored the use of condoms and the associated health risks.

 

*****

 

 

 

Bob Jones pulled into his driveway and sighed as he had to stop short due to the bikes strewn across the driveway. Grabbing his suitcase out of the boot of his company car, along with his laptop, he walked around the back of his three-bedroom detached house on the outskirts of Colchester and in through the kitchen door. His wife Helen was cooking and stopped to give him a perfunctory kiss on the cheek before carrying on stirring the pot.

 

Setting his case and laptop down, he shouted up the stairs, “Harry… George… I will be putting my car in the garage in five minutes even if that means driving over your bloody bikes.” There was a moan followed by the thunder of two teenage boys running downstairs to move the bikes they had discarded.

 

“Don’t run,” shouted Helen, who had come out from the kitchen. Then turning to her husband added, “Don’t swear at the boys, dinner will be at six, so please have the table clear by then.”

 

“Yes, dear,” Bob sighed as he powered up his laptop to send his final report to the main office before signing off for the weekend. He heard the kids thunder back up the stairs, no doubt to resume whatever game was engrossing them that month. They hadn’t even acknowledged that their father was home from being away all week.

Looking at his wife’s back, he wondered when exactly things had changed. They were both in their mid-forties and in reasonably good shape with no health problems. Bob estimated his wife was maybe a couple of dress sizes bigger than when they got married twenty years ago, but he would have to look inside a dress to find out what size she was now. She may not be as skinny as some of the girls he saw wandering round, but he would still fuck her… if she was even remotely interested.

 

“Maybe it was me,” Bob thought to himself. Sure, he had put on a few pounds over the years, but he felt that at 5’ 9” he could carry off taking his shirt off at the beach on hot days. He knew his hair was thinning slightly, but he certainly wasn’t bald, and the odd grey hair surely made him look distinguished.

 

They were financially comfortable, as his income as an accounts manager covering the Midlands and North for Burnt Oils Ltd paid the mortgage, put food on the table and provided two weeks' holiday a year. They had debated moving to the Midlands a few years back when Bob got promoted, but with the kids settled in school, his wife was against it. He sighed again; somewhere along the path of having two kids, the spark had gone out of their marriage. They hadn’t had sex in five years, and the worst of it was, Helen didn’t seem in the least concerned.

 

Bob shifted in his chair and was sure he felt some of the cum that had been injected in there last night trickle out. He chuckled to himself, as there were two of them, so double the load, and as they both went twice, it was not surprising there was still residue deposited.

 

Until a couple of years ago, Bob’s only source of relief was clandestine masturbation sessions as he read porn; now he was becoming a fully fledged cock slut.

 

He looked at his diary and was pleased to see that they had given him an afternoon appointment in Leeds on Monday, which would allow him to drive up from his home in Colchester on Monday morning. Not that he minded travelling on a Sunday, as it always gave him the chance to arrange a meet on the Sunday evening. It also gave him a lot more freedom to invite someone back to the hotel and fuck his brains out. It had been one of those Sunday evening starts when it had all begun two years ago.

 

*****

 

 

 

“Is this seat free?”

 

Bob looked up to see a man about his age standing with a pint in his hand, indicating the seat opposite him at the table.

 

“Knock yourself out,” Bob said and tried to return to the story he was reading on his tablet.

 

“So what brings you to Coventry on a dreary Sunday evening? The name’s Dave, by the way.”

 

“Great, a talker,” Bob thought to himself but being polite closed his web page and said, “Bob”.

 

“Pleased to meet you, Bob. Was it a good story? What’s it about?”

 

Bob thought about his reply for a moment, but he wasn’t about to tell a stranger he was reading a gay porn story where a married man is gang-banged by a group of strangers. “It wasn’t a story; it was a report on the company I am seeing tomorrow.”

 

“Nice,” Dave said. “So what is it that you do?”

 

For the few hours they chatted, and for Bob, it was the first time in ages that anyone had paid him any attention and was genuinely interested in him. Dave didn’t fawn over him, and on certain things, like who was the best English football player, they disagreed, but it was with respect for each other's views. Bob found himself opening up about his marriage and how he loved his wife and kids, but his sex life was dead. Dave said little about himself apart from mentioning a partner he had split up with five years ago.

 

When Dave invited him back to his room for a nightcap, Bob had a feeling there was more to it than just a drink. Well he hoped there was, although he had no idea how these things worked but being a little drunk decided to go along for the ride. Getting to Dave’s room, the only place to sit was on the end of the bed, and Dave poured them both a glass of wine from a bottle he must have brought from home.

 

“You know why I have asked you back to my room, don’t you?” Dave said, looking at Bob, who stayed silent and swallowed nervously as Dave went on, “You realise I am gay and fancy you like mad.”

 

Bob couldn’t help blurting out, “You can’t fancy me. I am just a slightly overweight middle-aged married man.”

 

“With a sexy dad bod, great sense of humour and no doubt an ass I could die for. Have you ever been with another man?” Dave said, and when Bob shook his head, he went on, “But have you thought about it?”

 

Bob could feel the colour rise in his cheeks as he mumbled, “Yes.”

 

“And what does a sexy man like you think about doing?”

 

“I read stories and imagine I am the one sucking cock,” Bob said quietly.

 

“Just sucking?” Dave said as he stroked the front of Bob’s trousers where his cock was straining against the material, “Was that what you were reading when I sat down?”

 

“In my fantasies I am fucked,” Bob said, his heart beating wildly.

 

“Would you like to suck my cock now and then have me fuck you?”

 

“Yes,” Bob moaned, ashamed of his own lust.

 

Dave deftly removed Bob’s clothes, making appreciative noises as he caressed Bob’s body. His strong hand wrapped around Bob’s cock, which was rock hard and dripping pre-cum, “Mmmm, you are excited, aren’t you? Do you want to feel mine?”

 

Bob couldn’t speak but reached out blindly to grasp Dave’s cock. This was the first cock apart from his own he had ever held, and he couldn’t believe how excited he was.

 

“Do you want to suck it?” Dave said gently, and Bob simply bent his head and held the cock to his lips, feeling its velvety softness. There was a pearl of pre-cum in the slit, and Bob licked it with his tongue, tasting the saltiness. Dave’s moans grew louder as Bob took him into his mouth and started to suck, moving his head up and down. As he sucked, he felt Dave’s finger pressing at his anal opening and then, with a sudden jab of pain, it was inside him.

 

“You are very tight,” Dave said, “I think I need to get you properly ready.”

 

Moving onto the bed, Dave positioned Bob on all fours and squeezed a generous blob of lube on his finger. The second time, the finger slipped in easily, and Dave began to gently finger fuck Bob as he worked his cock with his other hand. Bending his head under, Dave started to suck Bob’s cock as he twisted his finger in Bob’s virgin ass.

 

Bob was in heaven; he had only had his cock sucked once before, and that was when he was at university by a girl who did it for a bet. His wife always refused, saying it was dirty, but Dave was sucking him in, and the feeling was amazing.

 

Dave started using two fingers in Bob’s ass, twisting them deep as he opened him. “I think you are ready,” Dave said, “do you want me inside you?”

 

“I have never wanted anything so much in my life,” Bob panted.

 

Dave stood behind Bob and rubbed more lube on his cock before pressing against Bob’s virgin hole. There was resistance; despite the lube and fingers, Bob was still a virgin and tight.

 

“Relax, Bob, welcome me in.”

 

Increasing the pressure, Dave felt the head of his cock penetrate Bob’s virgin ass, and pausing for a moment, Dave stroked Bob’s back, “Just breathe normally, and when you are ready, push back.”

 

Bob tried to slow his breathing as it felt like he was being split apart. “It feels so big,” Bob moaned.

 

“You want me to take it out?” Dave said, although he had no intention of doing so. Dave loved virgin ass, especially when it was married ass as well. He had broken in many straight married men and loved the way they whimpered as they took a cock for the first time.

 

“No, don’t take it out,” Bob murmured, and Dave felt him push back a little, groaning as he did so. Dave pushed forward as Bob pushed back, and soon Dave’s belly was resting on Bob’s ass.

 

“Virgin no more,” Dave chuckled. “How does it feel?”

 

Bob tried to find the words to describe the feeling. The pain in his ass had subsided to be replaced with a pleasant feeling of being full, but it was more than that… it felt natural. “It feels like I should have done this years ago.”

 

“A natural bottom,” Dave thought to himself as he started to fuck Bob with slow, deep strokes. As he felt Bob’s ass relax, he increased the pace to a steady fucking, concentrating on trying to hit Bob’s prostate.

 

Bob couldn’t believe the feelings running through him, and when Dave’s cock brushed against something inside, it felt like his balls had electric shocks running through them. With a yell, he felt his cock explode and send ropes of cum onto the bed as Dave continued to fuck him.

 

Dave felt Bob’s ass contract around his cock and knew Bob had just cum. Grunting with pleasure, Dave started to fuck harder as his own balls started to boil. “Gonna breed your married pussy,” he half-shouted as his hips jerked, pumping seed deep into Bob’s no longer virgin ass.

 

Pulling out slowly, Dave admired Bob’s battered hole and could see the first drops of his seed appear. “How does it feel?” he asked Bob, who had remained on all fours.

 

“Amazing,” Bob moaned, enjoying the throb in his ass. “How soon can we do it again?”

 

“Give me five minutes, and I'll be ready for round two,” Dave chuckled and added, “Not just a natur