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The breakup part is never easy for me. I usually go through a whole series of thoughts in my head trying to figure out how the breakup could have been avoided. Then my mind goes through a whole series of trying to win the girl back. In the end, I usually end up doing the same thing: pouting for a while, then having a gay fling. Yup, that’s right--I have a gay one-nighter and usually move on to the next female lover. It started with my first girlfriend. I went out with a male friend of mine after she and I broke up, and he and I ended up in his bed. What can I say? Things happen. There were other circumstances, but you can read about them in another story. Needless to say, I did enjoy quite a bit of our play, and it wouldn’t be the last time.
After that first time, I left for Basic Training and met a girl during AIT. We slept together once, but I wasn’t really into her. A week later, my friend came out to visit for a weekend, and we ended up in his hotel room fucking like rabbits again.
About a month later, I was at my first duty station. I hooked up with this really hot gal, and boy, was she freaky. Spent a day in the city, she invited me back to her place, we started watching a movie… Yeah, we ended up fucking. She told me she was allergic to latex, but she was on the pill, so I went in raw. She avoided talking to me after that for about two weeks before finally calling. She told me she had some sort of STD, so I should get checked. Let me tell you, the tests weren’t fun. Anyway, they came back negative, so I was good to go.
A couple of months later, my friend came to visit. We shared his bed in a city hotel for a four-day weekend. I spent the majority of the nighttime getting plowed like a field, and most of the daytime walking funny and wishing we could still be in his bed.
Then I met my ex-wife. She was great in bed, while we were dating that is. I told her about my friend, and he came out to visit, in fact. She seemed totally fine with our friendship, but after she met him told me I needed to never contact him again. Being young, dumb, and supposedly in love, I never called him again, and he never called me.
Fast forward ten years and I’m again on all fours getting pounded up the ass from a co-worker celebrating my divorce. He and I had fun for a few weeks until I met a girl. She left me the following New Year's to go back to her ex-girlfriend. I ended up spending the next two weeks in his bed again, and enjoying every second of it.
So, as you have read, I ended up going back to sex with men every time I went through a breakup. Some might call me gay, others bisexual, but I honestly don’t really care. I consider myself a straight man that uses sex with men as a coping mechanism with breaking up. I could go into detail, but I’ve never found men to be all that attractive; the sex, yes, the guy, not so much. I love women. I love the way they taste, smell, feel. With men, I’m always getting fucked, literally. With women, I seem to get fucked emotionally. But I love the emotional attachment I have with the women with whom I’ve been in relationships. I’ve never really had an emotional connection to the few men I’ve enjoyed sexually. Anyways, I call myself straight to myself but bi to my friends. So, most of my good friends know about me.
Back to my history. I finally had a string of seven girlfriends (including a couple of one-night hookups) consecutively with no man-on-man action. It was kind of weird. It was number three in that string that really got to me. I fell in love, mostly with the idea of her. She was the best lover I’ve ever had. She was smart, sexy, had a body to kill for, intelligent. We seemed to fit together perfectly in bed (and out of it, if I may), but she was looking for something else. A few times, she told me she never wanted to stop fucking me, even if she were in a relationship with someone else. I quipped (she already knew of my past) that I would never be able to get over her unless I had sex with a man again. She’d laugh and I’d be even that much more attentive to her physical needs as we fucked again.
Girl four was a fun accident: she came into my bar on a blind date. Her date was a pig; he was more interested in the girls half her age sitting at the bar than in the beauty at his side. She was forty-four at the time, eight years older than me. She and I ended up dating for a month, but that was short lived. In fact, we slept together more times after we broke up (twice) then we did while we were dating (none).
Girl five was a good friend of mine. She was “on a break” from her girlfriend and wanted to feel the touch of a man again. We spent one evening together, then I slept on the couch while she was in her bed. We had a lot of fun, but it was just the one night. She tried me once more for a bootie call, but I was unavailable. Too bad, but that’s life.
Girl six was… I loved her. I still do. She was the most amazing woman to ever walk into my life. I, however, was far too self-conscious and unconfident to be able to let it work. I was the one that initiated the breakup, and I feel terrible for it. This is the reason I ended up going back to my old pattern. This was my reasoning for acting selfish and yet self-harming all at the same time. I was having trouble getting past the fact that I pushed her out of my life.
Girl seven was just me trying to get laid. I met her at a bar after work. She was new to the area. We got to chatting and the next thing I knew, she was leading me to her car. We got to her place, went up the stairs, she took me to her bed, and you know what happened. I can’t say it was my best. In fact, I think she faked her orgasm. I had my fun, and I haven’t seen her since.
I guess this is enough background, but let me just say this: I really did love each and every one of these women at one point or another. The guys, on the other hand, I did not. I was merely using these two guys for the simple fact that they each had a cock and they each wanted to put their cock inside me. I don’t know if any of the guys ever fell for me, and I wish I could have been more open to knowing at the time. Sadly, they are both no longer part of my life. Now, let’s move on.
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I’d just moved to a new apartment. My new roommates were good friends of mine. They were a married couple, Cate and Lou, and the wife’s sister, Annie. I had known them through work originally, but then they had moved just down the street from where I lived and I ended up playing guitar with the husband fairly often. After about two years of being neighbors, my roommate at the time told me I needed to move out. I moved in with another friend. This new place was closer to town, but I was somewhat dissatisfied with my new living conditions. I lived with this friend for almost a year, but really felt I needed to find another place. So, when I finally heard from my former neighbors that they had a room opening up, I jumped at the chance.
My first week at the place I was, as can be expected, just trying to get comfortable in my new environment. I worked late nights, Cate left for work early in the morning, Lou worked sporadically, and Annie was in a school program, either nursing or dental or something similar.
Well, my first weekend at the new place came around and I was horny. Annie was staying with her boyfriend all weekend while Cate and Lou were housesitting for some friends. I’d have the place to myself. So, I was trying to find a way to get laid, while at the same time christening my new room. What to do? How to meet someone?
I finally downloaded an app. You know the app I’m talking about, the one where guys go to find other guys for some good old-fashioned gay sex. I was checking it all week, looking for someone with whom I felt enough connection to go through with it. I spent Friday after work at one of my new neighbors’, good friends that had moved to the neighborhood in my year away. The wife helped me using the app. She even took pictures of me. My body, that is. I chatted with a couple of different guys, both fairly close by, but nothing panned out. I eventually just passed out on her couch.
The next morning, I got back on the app. I got a message from this guy who was maybe a mile away. He sent me a picture of his cock (looked very yummy) and I sent a picture of my butt (probably quite a bit less yummy). We chatted for about an hour before we both decided we wanted to do this thing. I got in the shower, all anxious and nervous. When I got out, I sent him another message just to let him know I was ready and waiting. He sent back that he hadn’t gotten showered yet as his roommate was talking with him. I can get very impatient, and I almost called it off.
However, he eventually told me he was headed in my direction. I was so nervous, butterflies in my stomach. I kept watch out the front window, hoping he’d get there soon. I finally saw him and waved him in.
Funniest thing, we shared the same name. Our dialogue was minimal and consisted of:
“Hi. Amos,” I greeted him.
“How’d you know my name?” He looked surprised and more than a little scared.
“Oh, you’re Amos, too? My name’s Amos.”
“Oh, funny. What were you hoping to do?”
I kind of just went for it. “I want to suck your cock. If you want, you can also top me.”
“Sounds fine. Where’s your bedroom?” And that was pretty much it for the talking.
I led him back to my room. I quickly dropped my robe then fairly well tore his clothes off. His butt was really cute, but his cock was what I was aiming for. I got him down onto my bed as I knelt on the floor between his legs. I looked at him as I took hold of his flaccid member. I always feel odd when holding another man’s cock and this time was no different. I almost chickened out. Instead, I lowered my face and kissed his cock. I enjoyed the feeling of his warmth. I could feel the energy course through his member as it began to stiffen and enlarge. I took him into my mouth.
Honestly, I still am not very well versed in how to suck cock. I’ve never really enjoyed being on the receiving end of a blowjob, so when other writers say that all they did the first time was what felt good to them, I don’t have that kind of experience. I don’t really like getting head. Giving head, however, is much more enjoyable, with male or female. So, I have really no idea what he thought about my cock-sucking skills except that he said I was good.
I went down on him for probably fifteen minutes or so, but I wasn’t watching a clock. All I know is that the longer I sucked on him, the more I wanted to take his cock up my ass. I was enjoying having him in my mouth. I just really wanted him in my ass too, and I didn’t know how much time we had before someone else got home.
At first, I tried mounting him as he lay on my bed, but his cock wasn’t nearly lubed well enough. I got my face back down and sucked his balls before braving his cock once again. He hadn’t gotten in too far and I was freshly showered, so there was no mess to contend with. I made sure to really lather him up with spit. I had no lube to use, but I’m fairly used to taking toys up my ass without lube, so I figured I could do it. After a little while, we tried again, this time doggy style. God, it felt amazing to have a real cock up my ass again, to feel his hips slap my ass cheeks with every thrust inside, to feel his balls slapping mine. He must have fucked me for five, maybe ten minutes before we changed positions.
He had me roll over onto my back with my legs in the air. The crazy thing is that as he entered me again, I could hear both Cate and Lou come in to check on their cats. I nearly panicked, but told him he needed to finish up. I felt foolish, because I’d let him fuck me without a condom, but here I was begging him to cum inside me. As he got closer, he reached down and tried to jerk me off. I moved his hand away. I didn’t need to have an orgasm while he was inside me, but I was certainly going to jerk myself off later thinking about him. All in all, we must have been fooling around for an hour by the time he came to orgasm. I didn’t even feel him shoot inside me. However, I did feel really good. I reveled in the fact that I had just been fucked, that I’d just had another man’s cock up my ass. It’s at those times I feel exceptionally complete. Not more than I feel after sex with a woman, but different.
So, after we finished getting dressed, I told him to wait in my room until I could clear a path outside for him.
“Do your roommates not know you’re gay?” he asked.
“I’m not gay,” I replied. “They do know I’m bi, but they aren’t expecting me to have anyone over. I just want to make sure they’re okay that I did.”
I walked out to the living room. Cate was there, holding one of the cats.
“Hey there, Amos. How are you?” she greeted me.
I walked over gave her a hug and decided I needed to be honest. “Fine. I need to let a guy out.”
“Oh, you had a friend over? Let’s meet him.”
“Not really that kind of friend. We just were, you know, screwing,” it finally came out of my mouth.
“Oh, good.” She gave me a warm smile. “Here, Lou and I will just be in the back having a cigarette. You let him out.”
I went back to my room. There was Amos, the guy who’d just fucked me. I wanted to drop down to my knees and suck him again, but he seemed ready to get out. “They’re fine. Here, let’s get you back on your way home. Thank you. I needed that fucking,” I told him.
“It was good. Glad you enjoyed it.” I walked him to the front door and watched as he left.
Later that afternoon, I sent him another message: I really wanted to thank you again. I didn’t ask at the time, but did you enjoy it? Yeah, I was pretty desperate to have him enjoy using my body. It took an hour for him to reply.
Yes.
The next day, I was home alone again. I decided to see if Amos was up for some play. As I logged into the app, I noticed his profile was closed. No. Amos wasn’t up to play. In fact, he deleted his account. I still think I would have come across as even more desperate if I’d asked for his number.
Later, as I lay naked in my bed and still feeling the aftermath of having his cock in my ass, I thought about Amos and stroked myself hard, fast, and furiously. My cock shot off like a rocket. I nearly shot cum all the way up to my face. If only I could have had him again and let him jerk me off…
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