Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2016 16:27:31 +0000
From: Steve Smith <PogoPogo2012@hotmail.com>
Subject: At Last Part 6

At Last!  Part #6
Steve Smith
pogopogo2012@hotmail.com

I hope you enjoy this next chapter.  I have a couple more in the works.
Please let me hear from you and let me know what you think.  Just email me
at pogopogo2012@hotmail.com.

Guys, please also consider a donation to Nifty to keep this excellent site
going.  Donating a few bucks is well worth it when you consider how the
enjoyment you get from reading them.  Keep safe!

Thanks for reading,

Steve



After a few weeks of talking it over, Tommy and I decided that we wanted to
be married at our special place in the mountains.  OK, some would call it a
commitment ceremony since we'd still be married to our wives, but to us it
was a marriage.  The beauty of our special place with its life renewing
water seemed perfect to be renewing our lives as husband and husband.  We
also decided that the ceremony would have to wait until spring, as the
winter snows can often make the trails up the mountains treacherous and
often impassable.  We continued our routine of being together every other
weekend at our apartment where we caught each other up on what was
happening in our lives, made plans for the future and of course made love
lots of love.  Usually on those every other Friday nights our sex was
relatively quick and always intense since we hadn't been together for
almost two weeks.  Then later that night and on Saturday our lovemaking was
leisurely and deliberate, but nonetheless very satisfying.  Sometimes we
would make love over many hours just enjoying each other's bodies by
kissing, cuddling, and massaging each other from head to toe, and
especially in he middle.  Being highly sexed men we masturbated most every
day we were apart but, by agreement, we held off the 4 days prior to seeing
each other to make our desire and anticipation ever stronger.  Little did
we know as we planned or marriage that events would unfold that would delay
our wedding well beyond spring.

One Friday night, not being with Tommy that particular weekend, I was
laying in bed reading.  I still slept in the nude in the same bed with my
wife as we have done for 35 years.  She always wore pajamas.  She never
asked me anything about my time with Tommy, which was fine with me.  She
normally read for a while as well.  Our practice was then to give each
other a chaste goodnight kiss, turn off the lights, and go to sleep.  This
night was different.  As I was reading Patty suddenly reached under the
sheet and started to rub my penis.

She startled me.  "What are you doing?"  I asked.

"I thought maybe you'd like to have me pleasure you," she said as she
continued stroking me.

"Pleasure me?  We haven't had sex in years.  Why suddenly now?"

"Oh, I don't want to have sex, but maybe if I frequently masturbate you,
you won't have the need to be with Tommy every other weekend.  If I have to
I could even suck you penis sometimes".  She continued to stroke my
elongated but very limp cock.

"If you have to?" I incredulously said.  "Gee, that sounds so inviting.
Where is this all coming from?"

"Well if you must know, Doris and I have been talking a lot about the
apartment arrangement we suggested when we found out about the two of you.
We don't like you two being away every other weekend anymore and having to
make up reasons why you aren't around.  I guess we never really liked it
but it seemed like a good compromise at the time.  We've been meeting with
a highly recommended marriage counselor to discuss what was going on in our
marriages and especially what you and Tommy are doing.  Dr. Richardson has
been really helpful and after meeting with him multiple times we are
convinced he can help the two of you".

"What?  A marriage counselor?  You don't want Tommy and I to have time
alone anymore?  But we all agreed to this arrangement."  I was beginning to
panic.

Ignoring me, Patty went on.  "Dr. Richardson explained to us that you and
Tommy probably are just like men in prison, or men in war, who get together
not because they are homosexual or even bisexual but because they don't
have sex with their wives any more.  We were honest with him about neither
one of us wanting intercourse.  He told us that this was very common as
women aged and when this happens some men seek out prostitutes or get a
mistress but some men do things together because it is a convenient, safe,
and inexpensive outlet.  He feels that the two of you are just having
manual and maybe oral sex in order to have needed orgasms.  He told us that
many men either can't or don't want to simply masturbate themselves so they
have another person do this for them.  He suggested I be that person for
you and that Doris do that for Tommy.  Dr. Richardson is also sure he can
cure you of any latent homosexual desires you might have and cure you of
the infatuation you have for Tommy.  He will also work with Tommy to cure
him of any homosexual fantasies he might have and eliminate his infatuation
for you".

I exploded.  "I can't believe I am hearing what I am hearing," I shouted.
"First of all, Tommy and I are not like men in prison seeking out any port
in a storm.  We are homosexuals and probably from birth we have always been
homosexuals!"

"But, you and I had frequent sex, well at least in the early years of our
marriage, and had five children.  You weren't homosexual then".

"Oh, but I was!  I just suppressed my true feelings and hid them and myself
deep, very deep, in the closet.  We had sex because I did and still do love
you but it was always being with a man that I craved.  And believe me,
Tommy and I do a lot more than just jack or suck each other off.  Oh, by
the way, I frequently masturbate when I am not with Tommy and don't need
you to do it for me".

"You mean you actually stick your penis in him?" she stuttered with a
disgusted look on her face.

"More often than not it usually is the other way around" I sneered.  She
looked horrified.

"That is so wrong", she said.  "You are so masculine, so strong, so
aggressive.  I never would have thought in your relationship you'd be the
. . . . .. "  She didn't finish her sentence.

"Be the woman?  Is that what you were going to say?"  I was so angry that I
felt a sadistic need to really gross her out and went on.  "I love Tommy's
big cock in my ass.  It is the utmost in our intimacy.  There is nothing
wrong with anal sex; in fact many heterosexual couples enjoy it.  Your
problem is that you never cared that much about sex in general or trying
anything other than the missionary position.  Oh, sure, you loved and had
multiple orgasms when I ate your pussy but you never wanted to go down on
me.  Do you remember the time I finally coaxed you in giving me a blowjob
and I ejaculated in your mouth?  You gagged, practically threw up, and spit
my semen out on the sheets and ran to the bathroom to wash out your mouth.
You treated my semen as if it was poison instead of savoring it because it
came from me.  How do you think that made me feel?  You never touched my
penis after that time.  You just can't accept me as I am and you don't
understand Tommy's and my relationship, which is based on a deep trusting
friendship and the desire to make sure the other person's needs, both
emotional and physical, are unselfishly filled.  You never cared about my
sexual needs and fantasies.  I am not going to see some quack who thinks he
can cure my homosexuality and declare that my loving relationship with
Tommy is just infatuation.  And do you really think I would want someone to
jack me off when they don't want to and suck me off because they felt they
had to?"

"Stop talking about it!" Patty pleaded.  "Doris and I want you guys to work
with Dr. Richardson.  Just hear him out and see what he can do to help you.
We will come along for support if you'd like us to.  In the meantime we
don't want you guys to go to the apartment anymore".

"Doris" I screamed, "I am not going to see Dr. Richardson!  I am a gay man
who doesn't need to be cured!  And I am still going to that apartment every
other weekend".

"No" she firmly said.  "I forbid it".

"Forbid it?" I yelled.  "We are getting nowhere here and I am going to the
guest bedroom to sleep.  We can talk more tomorrow when we are both calmer.
Or do you want me to leave the house?"

"Just promise me that you will go see Dr. Richardson and you can stay".

I looked at her sadly and simply said, "I will go pack some of my clothes
and be gone".

"If you leave then it is for good and I will see to it that your children
find out that their dear and respected masculine father is gay and likes
perverted sex.  Are you willing to give up our beautiful home and the
respect of your family and friends?"

"Yes!" I calmly said.

Ignoring me again she went on.  "If Tommy doesn't agree to our terms Doris
will also tell their two daughters as well.  Is that what you want?  What
are you going to do If Tommy is cured and you aren't?  Doris feels
confident that Tommy will work with Dr. Richardson if not for her then for
his two daughters.  You will be all alone.  I'll give you until Monday to
change your mind".

" I just want me to be me," I tearfully said.  "If you or any of the
children can not accept me for who I am, then so be it".  I love you and
the children and never wanted to hurt any of you but I can't deny any
longer who I am and my need and love for another man.  I am sure that Tommy
would never agree to see your so-called expert sex therapist quack either
whose esteemed opinion is to just jack off your man every so often to keep
him in line.  I have to answer my wake up call and declare to the world
that I am gay and I don't care who knows it."  I turned and left the room,
packed some of my clothes, and was gone.  I couldn't believe this was
happening.

I drove around aimlessly for a while going over and over my confrontation
with Patty.  I then headed to the apartment.  It was well after midnight.
I looked up and saw our place was completely dark.  My heart sank.  Maybe
Doris let Tommy stay at home.  Maybe she didn't even talk to him about what
she and Patty had planned.  For a brief moment of doubt I pondered whether
Tommy might agree to see that quack.  No, Tommy is my soul mate and I knew
he would never agree to that.  With heavy heart, however, I entered the
dark apartment.

"Hey, my husband to be, I knew you'd come", a voice in the darkness said.

My heart leapt.  "Tommy!"

I rushed over to the couch where he was laying nude.

Through tears I laughed, "You're naked.  Have you been playing with
yourself again?"

"Nope", he chuckled.  "Just waiting for my lover to come, or should I say
cum".  His beautiful blue eyes twinkled through tears of his own.

We went to the bedroom.  The covers were already turned down and a single
candle was lit.  I quickly took off my clothes and we got in bed together
holding each other tight.  We recounted to each other what had happen in
each of our homes that night.  The play by play was remarkably similar.
The wives had coordinated their attack well.

"I almost had a heart attack when Doris grabbed my cock, Tommy laughed.
"She doesn't even like to look at my penis and suddenly she is touching it.
She kept squeezing it like she was trying to get juice out of an orange.
It hurt!"

"Poor baby", I said.  "Let Daddy make it feel better."  I went down and
kissed, licked, and took his cock in my mouth.

"Ahhhhhhh" he giggled.  "Much better".

After the emotional evening we both had had with our wives we needed
release.  We went into a 69 position and started sucking and stroking each
other's cocks and caressing each other's balls.  It wasn't long before
fingers were messaging each other's prostates quickly resulting in multiple
spasms as we both released our sweet seed in each other's mouths.  Before
fully swallowing Tommy's load I savored the taste and texture as I rolled
his man juice over my tongue and around my mouth.  I couldn't but help to
think back on my earlier discussion with Patty on how hurt I was when she
gagged and rejected my ejaculate.  With my cock still fully in Tommy's
mouth I could feel him enjoying my juice as well.

After we came down from our high, we cuddled in bed.  Tommy asked, "OK what
do we do now?"

"I thought a lot about this as I was driving around earlier", I said.  "As
difficult this is, I feel grateful to our wives for pushing us so that we
can be together all the time rather than just every other weekend.  I think
tomorrow we need to visit and tell our children in person that we are gay
and that we have separated from their mothers".

"Should we tell them together?  Should we tell them everything that led up
to this?"

"I don't think so.  It might be hard enough for them to hear this news as
it is and I think if we were both there it might make it more uncomfortable
for them.  Your kids know me and my kids know you so if they ask if we have
found someone else I think we should tell them who.  We don't need to give
them all the details but we should be completely honest in answering any of
their questions.  Your two daughters live further away then my children but
I have five kids.  It will take us all day to talk to all of them".

"I'm nervous", said Tommy.  He held me tightly.

"Me too", I replied.  I kissed him and blew out the candle.

As I fell asleep I kept thinking that after tomorrow the world would know
that I was a homosexual.  Steve Smith is gay!  I would no longer be in the
closet.  At Last!