Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2001 14:55:57 -0700
From: bazmar <3stix@concentric.net>
Subject: Symbiosis

I am 33 years old and for 20 of those years I've lived my life buried deep
in the closet. Don't get me wrong, I'm not feeling sorry for myself, it was
totally my decision and I have a great life. I love my kids, I love my
wife, I have a great job and the perfect house and yard in the burbs
There's only one thing missing...but it isn't enough for me to give up all
the rest.

I'll admit that while I'm bisexual, I'm 75% gay/25% straight, but when I'm
home (and that means within 50 miles of home) I'm 100% the straight married
man, I don't even look at a guy twice, no matter how hunky he may be. On
those rare occasions when my job takes me out of town alone, well I make a
concentrated effort to hook up with some peter. If I find the guy sexually
attractive it doesn't matter in what form I get it, I've done everything
from straight trade to all night orgies with a group of guys, hell I even
got fucked by a drag queen one night. I only get away 3 or 4 times a year,
the itch didn't scratched that often, so I tried to make the best of it. At
least it kept me from going totally nuts sexually.

That's the way it's been during these last 10 year of marriage. Then over
the past few months, something has evolved that has made my world perfect.
Let me fill you in on a little background information.

As a basically gay man masquerading as a straight man, I had developed a
persona modeled after my ideal man. As a result I'm a sports fanatic, both
participant and spectator. I kept my body toned and trim with regular gym
workouts. I'm the classic suburban do-it-yourselfer with a great yard and
perfectly decorated house (the Martha Stewart in me disguised as This Old
House and Victory Garden). Nobody, and I mean nobody ever even suspected I
might have another life.

Jane and I dated in college and were married when we were each 23. She was
the perfect wife for me. About 5'3", she was a perky brunette (cheerleader
type) with a small firm breasts and a boyish body. She love redecorating
and gardening, cooking and being a mom. She wasn't wild about sex and
intercourse, once or twice a week, in the missionary position was enough to
keep her happy and was a schedule that I could work myself up to as a
dutiful husband. I of course augmented this with daily jack off sessions
with visions of jock studs strutting through my head.

Jane's younger sister, Judy and her husband, Harry live just a mile from
our house. They have two kids about the same age as our two.  Harry is 31
and Judy is 29.  They've been married 9 years.  Over our married life,
we've socialized with them both as two families and as two couples (without
the kids).  During that time Harry and I have become very close, each
becoming like the brother the other always wanted but never had. Harry and
I golfed together, played touch football and softball on the same teams and
at least once or twice a year we'd go camping together alone. There were
very few things we didn't share with each other, and the only thing I can
think of that I never shared with him were facts about my sex life.

Then one morning at breakfast, about 7 months ago, Jane asked if Harry had
said anything to make me think there was something wrong between him and
Judy. I told he no, nothing I could think of.

"Why do you ask?" I said taking a sip of coffee.

"No reason really. It just that Judy has been acting funny, like something
is bothering her, but she won't tell me what.  Says she doesn't want to
talk about it."

"Well then leave it alone. If she wants to talk I'm sure she'll come to
you."

"Yeah well...maybe you could ask Harry if he knows what's going on."

"Maybe I could, but it ain't likely." I retorted.

A week later, just after we'd finished eating Harry called me, Adam, my 8
year old answered the phone.

"Daddy, it's Uncle Harry."

"Hey Buddy, how's it hangin'," I spoke into the receiver.

"It could be better," he said not sounding like his usual jovial self. "I
was wondering if you'd like to go camping?  I really need to get away from
work, from home, from life."

I had been planning to paint the family room that coming weekend, but from
the tone in his voice I knew that would have to wait, especially in light
of what had said the week before.  So I said, "I can get Friday off from
work, how about you?"

"I think I can arrange that."

"Great, let's go up to Bear's Creek, there won't be anybody else camping
there at this time of year."

"Sounds like a plan.  How 'bout I meet you at your place at 6 AM.?"

"I'll be ready."

We'd done this so often, we really didn't need to make further plans. We
both knew the routine. I brought the tent, he the cooking equipment, I
supplied the food, he brought the booze.

I should mention that Harry is a detective with the State Police. An even
though he doesn't routinely wear a uniform any more he is the
quintessential State Trooper in both looks and demeanor. Rough, tough and
butch as they make 'em.  He stands at 5'9", but he's like a brick smoke
stack, solid, firm and well built. He had dark hair, dark eyes with a dark
coating of fur on his ample chest. Still I didn't dare think of him in a
sexual way. When I first met him I'll admit he starred in several of my
jack off fantasies, but forced myself to banish prurient thoughts of him
fearing it would some how lead to revelation. So I hadn't thought of him in
that way in over 7 years.

Harry pulled his SUV into our driveway at 5:45; I opened the kitchen door
and yelled out. "Want to come in for a cup of coffee?"

He stuck his handsome head out the car window, grinned and said, "nah, I've
had my fill. Finish up, kiss Jane and get your ass in gear, I'll load this
stuff," pointing to the pile of gear I'd carried out 15 minutes earlier.

I gulped the last of my coffee, grabbed my windbreaker and buzzed Jane's
lips with a kiss.

"Try and find out what's going on," she encouraged me, " Judy's still not
talking."

"If he wants to talk I'll listen," I said, "but, I'm not going to play
shrink. I think he wants to enjoy himself."

"MEN!" was the last thing I heard Jane say as I went out the door.

We exchanged friendly greeting as Harry backed out of the driveway. Then we
lapsed into silence as we made our way through the light early morning
traffic on our way out of town.  Once buildings and strip malls slipped
behind us and the only thing on either side of the road was open
countryside with an occasional farmhouse, each of us seemed to ease back
and relax.

I reached into my shirt pocket and extracted a neatly rolled joint. (I'm
something of a pothead and I've smoked the whole time I've known Harry) but
seeing as he's in law enforcement, I always ask if he minds my smoking in
front of him.

I held up the joint, "is it cool with you?"

"Sure, light her up, I even think I'll join you."

This really took me by surprise.  The whole time I'd known him, he'd only
smoked twice with me.  Once when he was off duty for 3 months with a work
related injury and then again 2 year earlier when we went on a 2 week
camping trip to Alaska.

"Not worried about drug testing?" I asked.

"They pissed tested me last week, I'm good to go for at least 2 months and
by then traces of this weekend will be long gone."

"Great, I have a whole ounce stashed in the gear."

"Stop talking and torch that baby, I need to unwind big time."

I lit the joint and took a long deep drag before handing it to Harry. We
passed it back and forth without talking until we'd burnt it down to a
roach you couldn't pass. By this time I was toasted and Harry, who not
being used to good pot, was flying high.

"So what's up?"  I asked as non-committedly as possible.

"Nothing at the moment," he said with a giggle, "but most of the times it's
my fucking cock."

He'd surprised me for a second time. Now while he talks about sex, like
most guys, it's usually in general terms, very rarely did he bring down to
a personal level.

"What do you mean?" I probed.

"Your sister-in-law has lost interest in sex.  Just like that about a year
ago, she just lost the urge. The doctors say there's nothing physically
wrong, it just psychological, but now I'm lucky if I get it twice a week
and then it's as if she's making this big sacrifice. She puts so much
enthusiasm in it," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "it's about as
enjoyable as nailing one of those inflatable dolls."

"Gee, I'm sorry," I interjected before in continued on.

"I mean it's not like our sex-life was so thrilling before, the last blow
job she gave me was for my birthday two years ago and she wouldn't even let
me cum in her mouth, but now . . . shit, I'm jerking off more now than
before I got married."

"Things like that happen with some women. If it's any comfort, sex-life
with Jane isn't much different. I mean we only do it about twice a week,
the only blow jobs I've gotten were for birthdays or anniversaries and I've
never cum in her mouth."

"Fuck!  How can you stand it?"

"I jerk off a lot," we both laughed.

"I don't think that's enough for me.  I mean I love my wife and my kids are
everything to me, but sex is a very important part of who I am. No lie,
I've had at least one orgasm every day of my life since I was 12 1/2. I
guess you could say I'm a sex addict. Before I married Judy, I had sex in
as many different ways as I could think of and talk someone in to doing it
with me. I mean, bondage, s and m, water sports, the whole nine yards,
everything but heavy duty pain."

I was stunned. My stud of a brother-in-law was a sex addict. Mr. Right and
Proper, was sexually kinky. I was starting to think this was going to be a
very difficult weekend for me. My cock was already stirring in my briefs
and I thought I better get the conversation on another level, but Harry
wasn't done yet.

"I've even thought about cheating on her, but I know if she ever found out
it would be over.  I can't see losing my kids and living in a used trailer
so I can afford the child support and alimony.  I've considered going with
a hooker, but in my job I'd be setting myself up for professional scandal
and personal ruin. I'm fucked and not in the good way."

He was silent for a minute and just as I was about to try to change the
subject, he beat me to it by asking me a question that caught me totally
off guard.

"So have you ever cheated on Jane?"

I stumbled over my words, hummed and hawed as I tried to think of an
answer.  This might have gone unnoticed by most guys, but for a state
police detective it was enough.

"So have you asshole."

"Not cheating exactly," I said.

"Right, you cheated inexactly."

"A couple of time while I was out of town for longer than a week I'll admit
that I seemed to remember a couple of blow jobs, but it was just that a one
way, get my rocks off, kind of a thing."  I was trying to be slick, telling
the truth, but knowing it was going to be taken in a completely different
way.

"You dog!  I hear you though. There is something about a good blowjob that
just involves kicking back while somebody does all the work. If you have an
expert working on you then it is without a doubt some of the best sex
available."

"You got that right," I said totally agreeing with him.

"How old were you when you got your first blow job."

The conversation seemed to be slipping into a teenage boy kind of mode,
which I thought might be better than where we'd been just a couple minutes
earlier.

"I was 14, I answered truthfully."

"Gee you have me beat, I was 16. Who gave you your first?"

"Some kid in the neighborhood," I answered carefully.  "For me," he said
almost bragging and I was relieved he hadn't given me any follow-up
question, "it was Mrs. Hildreth, one of my mom's friends. I gone over her
house to paint the ceiling in her kitchen and I had paint splattered all
over me. She insisted I take a shower before going home and I was used to
doing what my parents' friends told me. So any way I'm in the shower and
I'm taking extra long to soap up my cock and balls because it just feels so
good when in walks Mrs. Hildreth just as naked as the day she was born.
Well my already happy peter swelled up to a full-blown boy cock of about 5
inches as she stepped into the shower with me.  I was frozen in shock and
offered no resistance as she sank to her knees and took my stiff little
pole right into her mouth. It must have taken all of 20 seconds before I
was shooting my load into her hungry mouth. She sucked it all down, stood
up, left the shower.  By the time I recovered, finished showering, dried
off, dressed and went back out to the kitchen she was fully dressed. She
never mentioned a thing about what had happened and neither did I.  And
this is the first time I've ever told anyone about that.  She was my first,
not my best, but my first and I'll never forget her."

"Tell me about your first time."  He said.

I knew not to hum and haw this time, so I gave him an edited version of the
truth. Well I was with two older guys and they were going to get their
cocks sucked and I went along and they looked liked they enjoyed what had
happened so when I was asked if I wanted mine sucked to I said sure.
That's how it happened."

"And you were how old?"

"14."

"And it was a neighborhood kid?"

"Yeah."

He was acting too much like the detective and for the first time I felt
like my cover was going to get blown to hell.

"And this kid was a guy or a girl."

I didn't need to answer.  I could feel the heat in my face and knew I was
blushing bright red. There are disadvantages to being a redhead besides
sunburn, blushing giving away your embarrassment being one of them.  I
admitted what he already knew, "OK it was a guy."

"I can understand that, under the circumstance almost any 14 year old would
have done the same. I don't think you're weird."

I felt a distinct release of tension from my body. He'd taken it well, much
better than I'd have ever guessed.  "I'm glad, I've never told anybody
about that. The only people who know are the kids I was with and the kid
who blew us. I thought I carry that one to my grave. Some how I trust you
to keep my secret."

"Consider it kept, but to seal the bargain I'll make a confession of my
own."

This line had gotten my total attention, but I wasn't ready to hear it just
yet, so I interrupted him, "before you begin true confessions, let's smoke
another joint."

"Fine with me, it might make telling it easier anyway."

I lit up the second jay and again we smoked in quickly in silence until
there was none of it left.  Then Harry picked up his conversation where
he'd left off.

"Like I was saying you're not the only one who had a guy suck him off due
to unexpected circumstances."  He had my undivided attention.

"Here goes.  This started when I was a freshman in college, about two years
before I met Judy.  My roommates name was Dave Moore, he was a big old farm
boy from Iowa and he'd come east on a basketball scholarship. Of course he
was tall and good-looking and he had no trouble with the ladies.  In fact,
he and I had fucked our dates in our rooms at the same time.  He was no
shyer than I was and as it turned out, we were both sex addicts. I had
absolutely no clue that he was anything but totally straight.  Turns out
he's totally bisexual, he loves sex so much he don't care if he gets it on
with male or female and it wouldn't surprise me if there were a few animals
in his background, coming from a farm and all.

"Anyway, neither of us were ashamed in front of the other and since we had
fucked in front of each other it wasn't long before we also jerked off in
our room while the other was there, sometime at the same time, sometimes
not. We never did it together, like watching each other, but him on the
bottom bunk and me on the top. What I'm trying to convey is that there was
no sexual inhibitions between us.

"Now for the important part.  I'd just started dating this real sexy coed,
you know the type, every man's fantasy, a fucking walking wet dream.  Well
we'd been out on a few dates, I hadn't gotten past open mouth kissing, and
a few gropes at her full, but fully dressed tits. Like a typical 19 year
old I decided that if I didn't get at least a hand job from her soon I dump
the prick tease.  She got my hope up real high.  I managed to get her tits
free, she even let me suck on them.  She was rubbing me up real good and I
was so hard I thought my cock was going to rip right through my jeans.  I
was sure I was going to pop a load within a few minutes so I reached down
and popped the buttons on the fly of my jeans.  No sooner than I'd done
that than my little 7 inch friend sprang up demanding some immediate
attention.  The fucking cunt scream bloody murder and jumped out of the
car, her tits still flopping out of her blouse and she runs away as though
I'd just tried to rape her.  I was so pissed; I started the engine, put the
car in gear and spun out of there, leaving her to walk the mile back to
campus.  "By the time I reached my dorm room I was one hurtin' unit. I had
an advanced case of blue balls.  Dave wasn't in the room and I was hurting
so bad I couldn't even climb up on my bunk.  Instead, I carefully stripped
out of all my clothes and sank naked into a desk chair.  My cock was still
half engorged as I gently began massaging my balls in an effort to ease the
intense discomfort.  As I was doing so the door opened and Dave walked in
from the showers wrapped only in a towel. He stood there staring at me and
I half expected him to break out laughing, but instead he was very
sympathetic.  He had instantly and correctly assessed my problem.

"'Case of blue balls?" He said with a distinct empathetic tone.'"

"'Big time,' I moaned.

"'Wait, I have the cure.'

"I watched him walk over to his dresser and open a drawer, he took out a
small vile and walk back toward me while he unscrewed the cap.

"'Herbal oil,' he explained, 'it will help relax the spasming muscles in
your groin,' he said as he knelt down in front of me.

"He shook a few drops from the bottle onto his right hand and gently rubbed
the oil onto my balls and the area just below them. I'll admit I thought it
a little weird but it did feel good and the soreness began to slowly
subside.  It felt so good that my cock, which had been very slowly going
down to its flaccid state sprang up to full staff. It might have been
unorthodox, but Dave remedy seemed to be doing the trick. Strangely neither
of us seemed to be embarrassed and the whole thing seems oddly natural.

"As I was thinking all this Dave interrupted, 'there's just one more step
before full recovery, I want you to spread your legs out, put your head
back, close your eyes and relax.'

"I did just as he asked and as he continued massaging the area just under
my balls I felt drops of the oil being sprinkled on the shaft of my now
rigid cock.  I guess I knew what was next, or at least thought I did, but
for some strange reason I didn't even think of objecting.  Had it been
anyone except Dave I might have, but Dave and I had no sexual barriers
between us. Besides, he'd approached this so clinically that I hadn't
really put a sexual tag on it.

"The next thing I feel is Dave's left hand replacing his right in massaging
my ball area while his right hand wraps itself around my thick cock and
begins to slowly and lightly stroke me. Whatever pain might have been
present was now totally gone replaced by incredible sensations of pleasure
radiated from my groin throughout my entire body.

"He kept it up for couple of minutes and I had no doubt that I was going to
blow one huge load. 'the object of this,' I heard him say, 'is to totally
drain your balls and then you should be as good as new. Are you alright
with this?'

"I moaned in response and he understood I wanted it to continue. At that
point I didn't care how or by whom I was being pleasured I didn't want it
to stop, at least not until I'd achieved the ultimate result.

"When I suddenly felt new and even more incredible sensations envelop my
cock it took a couple of moments for my mind to fully realize that my jock
roommate was giving me a first rate hum job. I don't know how the boy had
learned to give head, but I was beyond caring how, why or what. It just
felt so damn good that I would have been powerless to stop it had that idea
even crossed my mind. It felt so good that I want it to last for as long as
possible, but he was so good at doing it that just about the time I was
totally relaxed enough to fully enjoy it I felt by balls tingle and then by
cock swelled and began spasming. I nearly passed out with the intensity of
it as my cock blasted volley after volley into his warm, hungry mouth. I
had never had such a forceful orgasm and I was physically exhausted.  I
opened my eyes and for the first time saw Dave's face with the only the
root of by cock shaft visible and surrounded by his stretched-out lips.

"Once he was certain there was nothing more to cum, Dave slid off my
wilting cock, sprawled back onto the floor and pumped his own thick meat to
a quick but intense eruption spraying all over his chest.  Mrs. Hildreth
may have been my first, but Dave's the one who gave me my best blowjob.

"Then he tells me he's bisexual and enjoys eating pussy and sucking cock
equally. To make a long story short I got regular blowjobs from him
whenever I was hard up for the next two years.  Then is dad had a heart
attack and he had to leave school. I still get Christmas cards from him,
he's married now with three kids.  Right after he left I met Judy and you
know the rest.  I wouldn't mind having Dave around now," he said wistfully.

"Jesus," I said rearranging the hard on in my pants and not caring if Harry
saw me, "that story was so hot I think I wouldn't mind Dave being around
either."

"Want to go to Iowa instead of camping?"

"I don't think we can get there and back in just three days, but. . ."

I let my sentence go unfinished.  We slipped into silence and continued on
the trip, enough having been said for a while.  I don't know what Harry was
thinking, but my mind was riveted on the fact that my butch, state trooper
brother-in-law was not above letting some guy swing on his cock.  Did I
dare?

We didn't talk about our wives, sex or anything really personal for the
rest of the trip.  We arrived at Bear's Creek around noontime and it was
past 2:00 before we'd set up camp in a nice clearing right where the creek
widened out, creating a number of natural pools in the smooth, water eroded
bedrock over which it ran.  It was unseasonably warm for early May and the
temperature had warmed up to the low 80's.

"What say we go skinny dipping and then lay out in the sun and get stoned.
The creek water should have the beer chilled by then and we can just buzz
out."

We both stripped out of our clothes leaving them in a pile on a flat stone
along side our tent. We had no fear of being seen, there was little chance
of anyone else being out here on a Friday this early in the season.  My
only fear was springing a boner when I saw Harry's fat dick and knowing
what I'd just learned. The air might have been warm, but the icy creek
reminded us the spring melt was still under way.  I had nothing to worry
about, instead of growing my cock withered and my balls drew up as far as
they could go.  Harry seemed to be having the same problem, but he was so
big that he still displayed and impressive piece of meat.

We didn't last long in the frigid water and were soon sprawled out on
individual towels basking in the sun, passing a joint back and forth
between us After the joint was gone we both lay back and we silent. After
about 10 minutes I opened my eyes, I saw Harry lazily fingering his cock,
which, while not fully stiff was definitely beyond its flaccid state. It
was clearly growing and while doing so was having a predictable effect on
my own.  Harry seemed lost in his own thoughts as though he'd actually
forgotten I was lying next to him. I wasn't sure what to do. I should have
just laid back down and shut my eyes, but I didn't have the will power to
look away from the beautiful sight of his hardening manhood.

What I did was light another joint, take a toke and coughed. Harry opened
his eyes and when he realized that he'd been playing with himself and had a
full hard on he became visibly embarrassed. He hadn't noticed my own stiff
rod sticking straight up into the air and when I pointed it out by saying,
"I guess it's catching."  He seemed to relax a laughed out loud.

"I guess there isn't much we have to be embarrassed about around each
other.  We're just two horny guys who are married to the missionary twins.
So fuck it. I want to jerk off and I'm going to right here, right now so if
you mind you'd better go for a walk, or maybe you'd like to join me."

"I'm just as horny as you, so why not." I said with a big grin as I watched
Harry grab a handful of his cock and begin pumping.  It was one of the
sexiest things I'd ever seen and that's what gave me the courage to say
what came out of my mouth next.

"Unless..." I said somewhat hesitantly, "you'd like me to do for you what
Dave did."

His eyes shot open and he looked at me first with a bewildered look, then
as he realized I was completely serious with total surprise, and finally as
he processed it all through his mind he gave me a sly grin. The whole time
he'd been holding his rampant beast in his tight fist.

"I'm not even going to ask why, we can talk later, but if your willing,
have at it."

He lay back, shut his eyes, took his hand away from his cock that continued
to jut ramrod straight and spread his legs apart.  I crawled over to him
and took my position between his legs, opened my mouth and engulfed all 7
inches of his fat cock.

It had been more than 8 months since I'd last had a taste of man-meat and I
was more than ready. My lust was only matched by Harry's need. For the next
20 minutes I made passionate love to his cock and each time I sensed him
approaching the point of no return, I'd back off and give a sample of my
other oral talents. I slurped on his balls, nibbled at his nipples and
rimmed his ass until he was begging me to go easy on him. Finally when I
knew he could stand no more of the exquisite torture I was putting him
through I went down on him again, determined not to come up again until
he'd fed me everything his balls could churn out. I deep throated him,
pistoning up and down his fleshy pole, laving his meaty head with my
tongue. I had him writhing with pleasure, moaning loud enough to be heard
for miles and finally letting out a roar he lifted his ass off the ground
and let loose with a shot that instantly filled my mouth with his musky man
juice. I gulped it down just in time to be rewarded with a second mouthful
and continued gulping until, after 6 or 7 pulses I knew he'd finished.  I
still nursed on him and with my hand I milked the last drops of his
precious offering into my waiting mouth.

He couldn't stand any more pleasure and with some deliberate force pulled
me off him.

"That's enough for now, there's just so much of a good thing I can take,
but just let me say that Dave no longer hold the "best blow job" title. I
think this is the start of a whole new level of friendship for us and it
may just save our marriages."