Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2006 05:20:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gay S <gaymercury@yahoo.com>
Subject: Coming Out

I came out to my darling wife in a moment of weakness; or was it
courage?  She took it in her stride. Darling her. But it was now over 6
years that I had hidden it from her that I am gay. I mean bisexual. But
to me it was the same. The unimaginable thrill of homosexuality could not
be missed out. I have this one life and I must, must experience a juicy
homosexual relationship before I die. It is simply too dear for me to
miss out.

She gifted me her bisexual boyfriend.

We met alone once. There was an initial moment of panic. Embarassment
even. But it soon disappeared as we shook hands and kept them clasped for
more than usual.

Erotica -

The shirts came off first. Then the kiss began. And then I was
transported into another world.

The joy of having a man in one's male arms. The joy of kissing him. The
passionate, wild kisses on each others bodies. The knowledge that this is
your male partner. That very soon, the borders will collapse. Very soon,
you and he will be locked tight in coitus.

He isn't very inhibited. Knows what he wants. I like it. Me and my
wife's lover are now completely nude.

The groping of your butt and the caress on your anal area, as his desire
grows wilder. You touch him and it feels all ready to enter inside you.
You turn around, fall on your knees, push yourself towards him, exposing
yourself completely to him. He thrusts a finger daubed in some personal
lubricant inside of you and you feel the cold chill as the anus convulses
a little. Then his massage inside your rectum loosens you up and gets
your breasts feeling all soft and tender. He realizes it and fondles your
nipple. You kiss his hand lovingly.

Then the warm push against your anus, as you are ready to receive the
greatest gift of all eternity - the male organ entering your rectum, the
beginning of an unbelieveable homosexual intercourse. It is painful as it
enters, but your heart ignores the pain. Your whole body responds to his
thrust. As he enters you completely, you feel your life was worth it. As
he moves, slowly at first, rapidly later, you realize you are in
sexual-spiritual heaven. It is greater than any opiate in the world. The
joy of having another man enter your body.

You feel his rhythm accelerating as you realize that your relationship is
about to be consummated. He grips you in his grip of love, his sexual
energy focused entirely on the region of your body's rear end. He thrusts
and he thrusts and you beg for it to go on forever and ever. Until he
comes. Comes finally inside of you. You understand its over. His last few
hardenings against your anal walls. He presses his stomach close to you,
pushing it to its full length inside your body. He screams your name. You
know how much all of this has meant to you. You are in a daze, brought on
by his homosexually aggressive act.

He withdraws. The withdrawal is smooth, but it can be an embarassing
feeling for you, because it simulates another filthy act that the anus
unfortunately has to perform.

In a moment its out and he collapses. You take your time to relax your
well-fucked asshole and bring yourself down slowly as you lay there, your
hand caressing his body, his chest, his hair, his organ. He thanks you
but you know he has nothing to thank you for. You turn around and touch
yourself. Your sexual appendage, which has so less a role to play in your
relationship is now ready to explode and give you your peak. You clasp
your own organ in your hand and jerk a little. Your other hand pinches
your nipples. Before you know it, an overpowering feeling comes all over
you and before you can control it, you feel the squirt on you face, your
lips, your chest and a wetness flow down your hand, still clasping your
own organ.

And you end up feeling all guilty, but you turn your head to see that
gorgeous man next to you and you forgive yourself in an instant for your
weakness.

You have accepted your homosexuality and are happy with it.