Stephen is a 39-year-old accountant. A married father and secretly bisexual, Stephen’s wife knows about his sexual desires and doesn’t mind accomodating them. He’s tall, thin, and charming.
Carl
A 37-year-old father and husband, Carl is a closet gay. His wife suspects he has a crush on their mutual friend Stephen but Carl adamantly denies it. Meanwhile, he pictures Stephen during sex and longs to be with a man.
I saw him from across the parking lot, dropping off his son. His brown hair blowing gently in the breeze. His strong features were instantly recognizable. I’d noticed him from the very first playdate. I’m pretty sure I knew he was gay before he did. There’s just a certain air about a closet gay. The way they carry themselves. Their interactions with their wives, or should I say, lack thereof. Rachel didn’t do it for him anymore. I could tell. She probably didn’t fuck him anymore and I could guarantee she didn’t go down on him. Not the way I would.
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The schoolyard is heaving this morning, more than I’d seen in a while. Then again, it had been a couple of weeks since I’d done the schoolrun, with Rachel having been so determined to take charge instead of me. She claimed there was no agenda to her sudden keenness, that it was simply her wanting to be a present and involved mother, but I could smell that lie from a mile off. This was about me avoiding seeing Stephen.
I saw him from across the parking lot, dropping off his son. His brown hair blowing gently in the breeze. His strong features were instantly recognizable. I’d noticed him from the very first playdate. I’m pretty sure I knew he was gay before he did. There’s just a certain air about a closet gay. The way they carry themselves. Their interactions with their wives, or should I say, lack thereof. Rachel didn’t do it for him anymore. I could tell. She probably didn’t fuck him anymore and I could guarantee she didn’t go down on him. Not the way I would.
I put on my own good show with Tracy. She had no idea that I fantasized about my coworkers, jerked off to gay porn, and even frequented a few gay bars from time to time. I was a master at keeping secrets and I knew Carl would be my next best-kept secret.
My cock began to throb in my trousers, straining against the tan fabric. My son had already headed into the school, excited for his day. I could’ve left and probably should have. I was gonna be late for work but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I watched Carl’s son Henry bound into the school and knew it was now or never. I made my move.
I swooped in quickly, surprising Carl. He flinched and I imagined him flinching that way beneath my touch. I licked my lips, wondering what he tasted like. I’d treat his cock in ways that Rachel never even dreamed of.
“I’m not disturbing, am I?” I asked with a playful grin.
Carl glanced at me with a warm smile. Our eyes shared a brief moment of recognition and, was that desire?
He smirked, “Not at all. I’m just amused by how much Henry loves school. The kid certainly doesn’t get it from me,” he scoffed.
“Ah,” I said playfully. “Was you a bad boy then?”
I imagined Carl handcuffed to my bed, a ball gag in his mouth, as I smacked his virgin ass. My cock throbbed at the thought of making him my bitch.
“I wouldn’t say, bad”, Carl said, matching my playful tone.
“Shame,” I said grinning. “I could quite easily imagine you being a bad boy at school.”
“I doubt you mean junior school,” he said quizically.
“I didn’t, no…”, I said slowly. “But now I’m wondering if you want to change that…?”
I wasn’t holding back. My desire was too strong. My dick too hard. What did I have to lose?
I saw a look come over Carl’s face. It started as confusion but quickly shifted to understanding. His eyes twinkled with excitement and intrigue. The silence was deafening. Would he accept my offer or would I have to retreat back to my car, my dick between my legs, and whack off?
Our eyes locked on one another’s and the answer was clear. I motioned Carl to follow me and we made our way quickly to the bikesheds on the side of the school entrance. This was brazen, even for me.
We tucked between the sheds, face to face. I pressed his shoulders firmly against the wall, letting him know I was in charge. He didn’t resist, returning my deep, ravenous kiss. He tasted like coffee and sweet mint. I sucked his tongue, imagining it was his cock in my mouth. I reached down, unable to wait any longer. His fly unzipped with ease, granting me access to his forbidden fruit. I reached into his pants, grabbing hold of his erection. I squeezed his shaft, causing him to flinch.
“Your cock feels so damn good,” I grunt through clenched teeth. I roughly yank on him and his moans intensify. His hands are on me now as he fumbles for my own aching member. He instantly finds my erection through my pants and starts stroking me as feverishly as I am him.
His hands are strong and purposeful, unlike Tracy’s. He knows how to work a cock. I briefly look around. The thought of getting caught is almost as intoxicating as the feeling of his hands on me. He cups my balls and uses my own precum to lubricate my dick. I close my eyes, no longer concerned with who’s watching.
“Yours feels good too,” he whispers. “Fuck, I want to taste you.”
He sounds eager and my cock twitches in his hand.
“Why don’t you then?” I say more like a challenge than a question.
This seems to excite him as he drops to his knees without hesitation. He yanks my cock free, pulling it from my trousers. He slowly examines it, his eyes wide like an eager schoolboy. I place my hand on his head, both reassuringly and aggressively. I want his mouth on my body. I need to feel his lips wrapped around my cock.
He licks his lips, holding my shaft in his hand, staring down my monster cock. He brings the tip to his mouth, gently licking the droplets of precum that are now spewing out. I shiver with pleasure. The sensation electrifying my nerves. I want to watch but my eyes are closed, relishing in every stroke of his tongue.
I glance down and he’s grinning up at me from between my legs.
“I’m gonna make you come so damn hard,” he says with confidence. And as his mouth returns to my dick, fully engulfing me, I know that’s exactly what he’ll do.
The schoolyard is heaving this morning, more than I’d seen in a while. Then again, it had been a couple of weeks since I’d done the schoolrun, with Rachel having been so determined to take charge instead of me. She claimed there was no agenda to her sudden keenness, that it was simply her wanting to be a present and involved mother, but I could smell that lie from a mile off. This was about me avoiding seeing Stephen.
I could pretend that she had nothing to worry about, that it was all in her head, but that was doing her a disservice. Even though I don’t want to admit it, I know I want him. I had from the very beginning, back when we’d first met at the local parent and toddler group. We’d been thrown into the mix by our wives, the only two men in a sea of women, all of them waiting for us to make a mistake with our children. In those moments of stress, Stephen had been a beacon guiding me to safety. If that hadn’t been enough to win me over, his brilliant parenting skills had; he was (and still is) a wonderful dad. Rachel would likely think that compliment is bullshit on my part, but the truth is that I find him attractive because of how he behaves as a father. Granted, his looks help too, but it isn’t all I’m interested in.
Abruptly, the school bell rings me into the present.
Henry instantly unlocks from my hand and shouts a garbled goodbye as he runs towards his friends at the entrance. I can’t help but admire how much he loves school — when I was seven, the very idea of school sent me into a total sulk for hours at a time. I’m surprised I even had friends with how miserable I was at school.
“I’m not disturbing, am I?”
Shaking myself from the memories, I look to see Stephen smiling at me, his kind eyes searching me for signs of a response. It isn’t the first time I wonder whether he longs for me the way I long for him. However, given the situation we’re both in, I doubt I’ll ever be able to ask him. “Not at all, I’m just amused by how much Henry loves school, the kid certainly doesn’t get it from me!”
“Ah, was you a bad boy then?” Stephen teases, much to my schoolboy delight.
“I wouldn’t say bad,”
“Shame,” He quickly replies, his eyes twinkling with coltish mischief. “I could quite easily imagine you being a bad boy at school.”
“I doubt you mean junior school!” I scoff.
“I didn’t, no, but now I’m wondering if you want to change that…?”
At first I don’t follow his meaning, but the longer his words sink in, the more their meaning changes. My heart starts hammering against my chest as I finally understand his proposal, my ears flooded with the sound of my own heartbeat. I’ve thought of moments like this for night after night, even when I’d promised Rachel I didn’t think this way, but now it’s happening I’m in shock. Luckily, the shock doesn’t last for long. This is now or never situation, if I don’t take this chance now, I might never get the chance to again.
I don’t bother replying to his suggestion, there’s no need to because it’s written all over my face. The two of us grinning as thick as thieves, we hurry off towards the bikesheds that hide just to the side of the main school entrance. It’s not exactly discreet, but nobody will be able to see us unless they’re really looking for us.
Once at the sheds, Stephen grabs my shoulders and slams me against the wall. My body pulled flush to his, we feverishly kiss one another, each touch igniting a desperation in me I didn’t know I had. It travels straight from my lips and to my cock. The man has awakened such filth in me.
My mind is swimming with the idea of dropping to my knees and sucking him dry, his cum swirling around my tongue before I swallow every last drop. Stephen must be feeling as desperate as me because suddenly my fly is being undone, his hand inside my boxers in seconds flat.
“Your cock feels so damn good,” He growls, his grip firm as he starts to pump me. My moans are all the response he needs, that and my hands quickly fumbling with his trousers to reach his growing hardness.
When I feel it, its girth rigid in my hand, I start to wank him as furiously as he is me — we’re like lustful teenage boys racing towards the finish line as fast as we can. We haven’t got the time to relish this, even though we want to; this is about getting each other off without being caught. “Yours feels good too,” I moan as I feel his head ooze with his precum. “Fuck, I want to taste you.”
“Why don’t you then.” It’s not a question, it’s a dare. Good, I fucking love dares.
I get on my knees, my hand unsheathing him from his trousers so he can stand proudly in front of me. Only when he’s free of his clothes can I see just how massive his cock is, it’s such a sight to behold that my mouth begins to water.
Taking my tongue to his dribbling juices, I flick at it, taking it on my tongue so that I can savour its gently salty taste. Stephen quakes with pleasure, his eyes rolling back as he enjoys my tongue working him with the slightest of touches. Grinning up at him, I can’t help but tease before swallowing him back up, “I’m gonna make you cum so damn hard.”
