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It Started in the Steam Room: Last Chapter

Things cum full circle.

When we pulled into Matt’s driveway, I heard Terri take a deep breath. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked her. “Yes,” she said. “Just a little nervous.” ‘Me, too,” I said. “A lot nervous, actually.” “Ok, me, too. A lot.” “Two weeks ago, would you even have dreamed we’d do something like this?” I asked. “Ha!” she said. “Not a chance.” We both laughed a little at...Read On

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It Started in the Steam Room, Part VI

Two more confessions, and my wife and I turn an exciting corner in our relationship

I looked at the dildo in my wife’s hand. It suddenly looked much bigger than it had in the store, where she insisted on buying one for each of us. “I don’t know,” I said. “That looks like it would split me open.” “It’s not much bigger than you are,” she said, “ And I’ve had you in my butt. If I can do it, you can.” I must have still looked a little doubtful. “Don’t worry,” she...Read On

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It Started in the Steam Room, Part V

Explorations with my wife get wilder, and I make a confession

I got out of bed and headed toward the shower. I would have loved to invite my wife to join me, but it wouldn’t be long before the kids started dragging themselves out of bed and we couldn’t take the risk of getting caught. It’s hard to find any privacy in a house with two teenagers. That afternoon I flaked out in front of the coach with the TV on, but I was barely paying attention. Instead...Read On

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It Started in the Steam Room (Part IV)

The intense sexual experiences I'd been having with a man help improve sex at home

I left Matt’s house that day with a strange sense of elation. We had crossed a line that most guys never cross, having sucked each other’s cocks and kissed like lovers, but while we had done something forbidden I didn’t feel we had done something wrong . Exactly the opposite, in fact; it felt right . We had tried to please each other sexually, which is what people should do, isn’t it?...Read On

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It Started in the Steam Room (Part III)

Matt and Chris follow their impulses and their lusts to a whole new level

The afternoon of my visit to Dan’s house was far from a pleasant one, inside my head at least. I was a little freaked out by how fast and far things had gone with him. Just a couple of weeks ago he’d been a complete stranger, but now I’d had his cock in my hand and a finger up his ass. How could such a thing happen? It was a good thing work was slow that afternoon, because I couldn’t focus...Read On

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It Started in the Steam Room (Part II)

After a chance encounter with a man in a public place, I follow up with a visit to his home

Although it had taken me two weeks to come around to the idea of emailing Matt, I was inexplicably impatient to hear back from him. I checked my inbox obsessively for several hours, so often my wife asked me what I was waiting for. I mumbled some evasive answer (“Lying to her already,” I thought with shame), and forced myself not to look at my phone for nearly two hours.  When it finally...Read On

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It started in the steam room

A restless man finds release in an unexpected place

At forty-five my life had settled into a middle-aged routine that I suppose most men have fallen into by that age. I’d been married almost twenty years, my kids were in their mid-teens, I had a good if not exciting job, we lived in a leafy suburb with good schools, we had solid friends and family nearby. But if I was content, I was not really happy, not in the relaxed, carefree way you have...Read On

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A Good Hard Fucking, Part II

A one-off becomes a group

I don’t know why I didn’t just leave. Normally I don’t like being told what to do, and I certainly don’t like being pushed around, but for some reason I decided to make a one-time exception. I let go of the door handle and went back to the bedroom. He came back from the bathroom, naked, his dick already starting to get hard again. “Get undressed,” he said, turning down the light as low as...Read On

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A good hard fucking

I hadn't asked to be pounded or plowed, but that's what I got

The door opened, and he stood there with a towel wrapped around his waist. He gave me a look that wasn’t particularly friendly, and he didn’t immediately invite me in. Maybe I was older than he figured I’d be, maybe not as good-looking. But he wasn’t everything I’d expected, either -- heavier, less muscular. Well, I thought, so neither of us is a dreamboat. That’s the world for you. “Can...Read On

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What Happened Last Night, Pt. IV

In which all the story threads, like the characters, start coming together

Two days later, I picked up the phone and called Tom. ‘You won’t believe what my wife said.” “I’ll bet it was pretty choice, whatever it was,” he answered. “Why do you say that?” I asked. “Well, all she had to do was snap her fingers and you dropped me like a rock,” he said. “You know I didn’t have a choice,” I said “I told you all along that my marriage and family ...Read On

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What Happened Last Night, pt III

This won't make sense unless you've read the first two parts, and maybe not even then

For several weeks I tried not to think about Tom, and for the most part succeeded. But I couldn’t put him out of my mind completely, and there were times when I missed him terribly. Once or twice I picked up the phone intending to call him, and many times started writing him an email, but I couldn’t bring myself to press the “call’ or “send” buttons. Things at home were predictably grim....Read On

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What Happened Last Night, Pt. II

Helps to read Part I of this story first.

“Now what?” I asked. Tom propped himself on one elbow and looked at me. “You mean now as in the next 20 minutes, or now as in for the rest of time?” “Let’s keep it simple for now,” I said. “The next 20 minutes.” “That’s easy, then,” he said. “You’re not leaving yet.” “Hadn’t planned to.” He looked at me consideringly. “So,” he said. “When you told me last night...Read On

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What happened last night?

A married man wakes up in another man's bed

I closed the door behind me, trying to make as little noise as possible. It clicked shut and I walked away, head spinning, heart pounding and a queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. How on earth had this happened? Barely two minutes earlier, I had awakened with a start in somebody else’s apartment, in somebody else’s bed. A guy’s bed, with him in it, his arm thrown across my chest. I...Read On

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He doesn't know he's gay

An offhand observation turns out to be right

When I was a college freshman, I got to be friends with a guy down the hall who came from a place near my hometown. Although it was a big state school, it turned out we had one late-afternoon class together, and about the third week we started going out afterward for beers before heading back to the dorm. Dan and I didn’t have a lot in common -- he had been a pretty good athlete in...Read On

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How my girlfriend turned me gay: The End

Last of 5 parts. This one has girls, but that will make sense if you've read the previous four.

He did stay that night, and the three nights after that. He left the house only to work, I left it only to get more groceries and lay in supplies of beer and wine. We were naked most of the time, and I lost count of how many times we had sex. A few times I topped him, but mostly he topped me, although we often just sucked or jacked each other. We did it in the bed, in the shower, on the floor...Read On

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How my girlfriend turned me gay, Part IV

Girls make a brief appearance in this one, but it's mostly two guys.

Several minutes passed. We lay there quietly, letting our breathing return to normal. “God, that was hot,” Steve said. “Oh, yes.” “You know what I need? A shower and some breakfast.” “Sounds good to me.” I gave his dick a friendly tug, slid out from under the covers and went into the bathroom. When the water was running hot I got in and started soaping myself. In a...Read On

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How my girlfriend turned me gay, Part III

And so the story continues, although there aren't any girls in this chapter

“Your turn,” I said. “Strip.” Steve stood up. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, shrugged it off, then kicked off his shoes. When his hands went to his waist, I stopped him. “I’ll help,” I said. I unbuttoned the fly, lowered the zipper. His pants started to sag, revealing the top band of his underwear and a bulge below. I pushed the pants aside and cupped the bulge, which was...Read On

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How my girlfriend turned me gay, Part 2

Taking up where we left off in Part 1

The minutes passed. Steve and I lay there on our backs, our breathing slowly getting back to normal. I slowly stroked his thigh with the back of my hand, just trying to keep contact with his warm skin. “It’s been a long time since I had sex that intense,” I said. “In fact I can’t remember EVER having sex that intense.” “Me either,” he said. “I thought I would never stop coming.” ...Read On

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How my girlfriend turned me gay

My girlfriend maneuvered me into a night of group sex that was my first with a man, but not the last

A few months after my divorce I moved down the coast a short way from San Francisco, to a smallish town where I hoped to get some of the quiet I had long craved. The divorce had not been especially angry or bitter; after a while my wife and I simply had nothing to say to each other, and while we rarely argued, the long silences at had home become oppressive to us and to our teenage kids....Read On