Most married guys would never admit that they have secretly looked at gay porn when their wives have gone to bed at night. Nor would they admit to themselves that they were secretly aroused by it ! ‘I’m not gay’ they would tell themselves. I’m just highly sexed !’. The truth is, though, that you don’t have to be sexually attracted to men to enjoy male sex. Yes, I know that you would say to yourself ‘I don’t check out men in the street and get aroused. Other women I do ! But men ? Definitely not !’. And there in lies a conundrum. Let me tell you my story because I used to feel this way. I started chatting with a man. He made it clear that he was gay and had engaged in sex with many a married guy like myself. He told me that you don’t have to be gay to enjoy male sex. After chatting a few more times, he invited me over to his place for coffee and a chat. He was older and told me that he lived alone. He also told me that nothing would happen unless I wanted it to. I thought about his offer for a while. I couldn’t deny that when we chatted secretly, I became aroused. The morning came after I had told him that I would come over. I was a little self conscious, especially when I pulled up outside his home. I thought that if any of his neighbours were watching, then they would know what I was there for. I knocked on his door. He greeted me only dressed in his bathrobe. We shook hands. He invited me to sit down at his kitchen table while he made us both a cuppa. We then chatted ‘normally’ about things. I felt very comfortable with him because he was easy to talk with and wasn’t anything like what a gay guy, in my imagination, would be like. He just didn’t seem to fit the ‘mould’ of what I had imagined. Then he told me that he had a massage table in his garage and asked me if I would like to see it. I said ‘yes’. He then passed me a bathrobe and asked me if I wanted to put it on. I did. I also knew that I was getting aroused by him. He led me down his back steps and into the garage. He had a side door that we entered through. He then closed the door behind us. I looked around the garage. He had it set up more like a room. A room with a massage table and a single bed in the corner. It had a very nice ambiance to it. I watched him walk to a table and heard him put on some relaxing music. He also turned on a few small lamps that cast a soft light. He then came back to me and paused for a moment right infront of me. He reached for both my hands and kissed me softly on my lips. His grip was as gentle as his kiss. I didn’t move or say anything as we continued to kiss softly... (I will write more if you would like me to ?)