Making it to work, I parked then headed into the building and of course, Kevin opened the front door and held it for me, just he did every morning.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, Kevin. Have a good day,” I replied as I walked into the building.
He normally would respond and make a little small talk or compliment me, but ever since I told Kevin that I had gotten married, he seemed a bit distant with me. I was used to him being more talkative and somewhat flirty. But lately, all he said was good morning and good evening when I’d leave. I guess that was a good thing because Kevin was an attractive man. Eventhough I loved my husband, I didn’t want to put myself in a position that I couldn’t find my way out of with Kevin. I guess he was just being respectful and I couldn’t do anything but respect it.
When Justin and I went through our rocky patch and I was feeling lonely, I’d feed into Kevin’s flirting but in a discreet way. Being mindful to the fact that we were around teenagers was a must. Our flirting was innocent, platonic in a sense, but I would be lying if I didn’t like the attention that he’d give me. I just never let things get to a level above playful flirting, especially working in a high school. I would never risk getting caught being inappropriate with a fellow co-worker at work. Once Justin and I got back on track, I eased up from Kevin, but I still entertained small talk with him. Just because I was married didn’t mean we could no longer chit-chat platonically cause I wasn’t feeling him being standoffish toward me now.
Making it to my office, I logged into the computer and settled in, ready to get my day started.
JUSTIN
“Man, I needed that.” I breathed out heavily after busting a large load in my hand.
“Fuck, me too, shit. It’s been a minute,” Tate said as he laid back on the bed on his back stretching out. “Can you hand me a wash rag out the closet?” he asked holding his load of cum in his hand.
Going into the bathroom first to wash my hands then to the linen closet that was right outside of his bedroom, I grabbed a wash rag for him as well as one for myself. I handed him one of the wash rags then headed into his bathroom to take a shower. Tate was not only my best friend from childhood, he was also someone that I engaged in a sexual relationship with. No one knew about us having sex with one another except for us. Back when we were in middle school, high school and even college, we both were athletes and hung around nothing but jocks. As masculine as we both came across to people, no one would’ve ever guessed that we were sleeping with each other.
Tate and I had a special connection and understanding from the start of our hook ups. He dated women, and a lot of them too, just as I did, and we both were fine with that. Neither one of us ever got jealous with each other regarding the women we dated.Women weren’t capable of giving the level of pleasure that we gave to one another to us so there wasn’t a need to be jealous when it came to us having sex with women.
Tate was the best man in my wedding and very supportive of me and Ava’s relationship and marriage. I believe that Tate was more bi-sexual than I was because he struggled more with keeping a woman than I did. It was almost like he preferred sex with me over having sex with women, and to some degree, I could understand it because I felt the same way in a sense. We both understood that there could never be a world where we would be accepted and respected if we openly dated.
I loved being intimate with Ava, but sex with her was no match to having sex with a man in my opinion. Even though he never discussed it with me, I knew that he was sleeping with other men. We just never openly discussed it with one another because it wasn’t part of our original plan. Just as Tate wasn’t the only man I had slept with, I didn’t expect to be the only man in his life. What was understood didn’t need to be explained in my opinion. We never discussed it, so I had no idea how he felt about it and I didn’t care. Long as what we did with one another stayed between us I was straight.
The difference between us was that I was able to maintain a relationship with my wife, but Tate always struggled with his identity. Probably because he had more at risk than I did.
His older brother and dad were very homophobic. Tate had no choice but to hide his true identity and put on a façade by dating women to please them. I wouldn’t even want to imagine the reaction that he would have gotten from them had they known that he was bi-sexual. Then all of our friends were manly men and alpha men at that. I didn’t think any of them would’ve been open to me and Tate’s sexual desires and preferences.
I loved my wife more than anything in the world, but when it came to being one hundred percent sexually satisfied withher, I wasn’t. No matter how many times in a day she and I would fuck or how much foreplay we’d have, I was always left feeling completely unsatisfied with her. I knew that if I had told her that I was bi-sexual, she would not have been open to it or understanding about a damn thing.
The only other person that knew about me being sexual with men was my mother. Although she somewhat accepted it, it unfortunately caused a big disconnect between me and her. Back when I was in high school, Tate had spent the night at my house as he did numerous times. We’d wait ‘til we thought that everyone was asleep then we’d start experimenting on each other. Well, this one day, he and I were in my bedroom watching movies and once we thought everyone was asleep, we started messing around.
He started giving me oral pleasure and my mom had come to my room. Usually, she would knock before opening my bedroom door, but that day she just opened the door and caught us in the act.
To say that we were all embarrassed would be an understatement. I begged her not to tell my dad about it because he would have kicked both me and Tate’s ass. Plus, my dad and Tate’s dad were very good friends and shared the same opinion about gay relationships, especially when it came to two men being together. They were cool long if it was two females long as they weren’t their daughter’s if they had them. But two men was something they despised and spared no instance of letting that be known when necessary. My mom promised me that she wouldn’t tell my dad, but it instantly changed the connection that she and I once had.
At least that was the way that it felt to me. My mom was the one that would always point out to me that I needed to experiment more with the women that I dated because she felt that I was just going through a phase. But that wasn’t the case.Wanting to have sex with men was more than just a phase for me. It was more like a desire and lifestyle choice. My mom claimed she didn’t judge me, but after that day she became less open for me and Tate to hang out. She stopped letting him spend the night and didn’t let me stay the night at his house.
The more that Tate and I had sex together the more I grew to crave it. I was able to improvise when it came to my needs because I had more than one male lover. Whereas with Tate, I was the only man he felt comfortable with having a sexual relationship with, at first. He made it a point to portray himself as a ladies’ man by dating a lot of women, but I knew he was doing it as a cover up. That was why it was always so hard for him to maintain a relationship with a woman. Just like with me, a woman didn’t fully satisfy us.
When Tate and I started to have sex, it was something that just happened one day completely out of the blue and on mutual terms. I remember when I was younger, I would always be curious about what it would be like to have sex with a man. I just never acted on it until he and I tried it out. Considering that we both were athletes, being gay or wanting to sleep with a guy was just something that was not tolerated in the circles we ran in. The ridicule that would come with people finding out about a person’s sexual desires could be frightening, especially when you come across as a strong, tough jock or had family and friends that were strongly homophobic.
Clearly Tate was just as curious about sleeping with a man as I was because like I said, from day one our hook-ups had always been on mutual terms. I remember the first day we slept together. It was a Friday evening, and I was spending the night at his house. We had football practice after school that day then we both walked to his house afterward. On the way there, we were sharing stories about the girls we both were talking to with another guy, Jason, that was also on the football team with us.
He was walking with us because he lived next door to Tate. Sharing stories about the different chicks that we’d hooked up with was very common amongst our group of friends. In our group, the one with the most hook-ups or prettiest girls checking for them were always crowned THE MAN and would get major props. And who wouldn’t want to be the man?
Tate and I were always two of the guys in our group of friends that all the popular girls would flock to. We were hardcore jocks that could basically have any chick that we wanted. Well, that particular day, I was telling Tate and Jason about a girl named Jenny, who just so happened to be the captain of the varsity cheerleading team. We were juniors in high school and Jenny was a senior, who was in love with me. Long story short, she and I exchanged numbers and had hooked up one day after school and she gave me oral. I was bragging of course, as they gave me my props for hooking up with one of the most popular girls in the school and who was a year older than us.
Once we got to Tate’s, Jason went his way, and Tate and I went inside his house. We both were starving, so we popped some pizza rolls in the oven. As I waited for them to cook, Tate went to take a shower and change. We both were very sweaty and funky from practice. By the time he finished taking a shower, the pizza rolls were ready, so I took them out of the oven then went to Tate’s room to let him know that they were done.
“Hey, I took the pizza rolls out the oven. I need a dry towel and wash rag? I’m not feeling the B.O. my body giving off right now.” I laughed, roasting on myself because I knew if I could smell myself, he could smell me too.
“Thanks, bro. The towels in the hall closet.” Tate was standing in his bedroom with his bath towel wrapped around his waist. Seeing him standing there wet, caused a weird feeling to wash over me. It made me check myself because that was the point when I realized I was attracted to Tate, physically.
We were home alone, his older brother was away at college, and both of his parents were at work. His parents didn’t care about me being at their house without them there because like I said, we grew up together and had been friends for years. If you saw me, you saw Tate, and vice versa. It was very common for us to spend the night at each other’s house often.
Heading to the hallway, I grabbed the towels that I needed then walked back into his room to take my clothes off so that I could take a shower. As I was getting undressed, I kept catching Tate looking at me weird. At the same time, I couldn’t help but to steal a few glances of him as he stood in his room naked as the day he was born drying himself off. It wasn’t uncommon for us to be naked around each other.
