I’m a heterosexually married man whose preference is cock. My wife and I are in love, and she wants to stay with me despite knowing my sexual preference. That doesn’t stop me from fantasizing about what it would be like to feel a man’s penis sliding inside me as I spread my legs to let him enter. Just as I seem to be able to enjoy sex with men or women (with a decided preference for men), I am versatile in my gay fantasies as a top or bottom (but being a bottom turns me on more).
My wife was out shopping one afternoon, and I knew she would be gone for a while. I fired up my computer and started searching for my favorite videos featuring gay missionary compilations. When I found one that made me hard (I really like a large, shaved, uncut, gay cock), I propped my legs up on either side of my keyboard, slid down in my chair, and started working my favorite dildo “home” as I stroked myself.
The action in the video was scorching hot and I could imagine the bottom in the clip being me. Sometimes, I can fantasize so well that the scenario becomes real for me. This was one of those times. Both guys on the video were loud and sexy as hell. I cranked the speakers up and joined their gasps and grunts as I got off, shooting ropes a foot high into the air. When my orgasm was over, I was spent. I left the dildo in my ass and laid my head back against the top of the office chair, and spread my arms to my sides as I stretched and congratulated myself on an excellent performance.
Suddenly, a loud noise jolted me out of my gay reverie. I hadn’t noticed that two of the people who take care of our yardwork stood outside the window to my office. It was apparent they had watched my antics, but the shock was lessened by the fact they had both jerked off to my Academy Award performance. I could see their cum dripping down my window, leaving two distinct gooey trails of their manly essence. As sexy as the scene was, my natural reaction was to jump up and run out of sight. That quickly ended our first encounter.
I felt a bit safer on “yardwork day” the following week because my wife was home. But she got a call from a girlfriend to go out to lunch and left the house a minute later. I was doing actual work on the computer when I could see in my peripheral vision there were shadows outside my home office window. I figured they’d go away if I weren’t performing, but they stayed for several minutes. I finally looked over and saw them both stroking themselves with their cocks fully erect. One of them gestured for me to join them, so I did.
I brought up a collection of gay GIFs I particularly liked and put the moving images on a slideshow rotation. I pulled out my favorite dildo and began to pleasure myself with the awesome sights of hard cocks and my preferred gay positions acted out on my giant monitor. I was just getting into it when I heard a gentle knock on my window. I looked up to see them both motioning for me to slide the window open.
I could guess what was next, so I gladly pushed the glass to the side and was not disappointed. The bigger guy immediately grabbed my raging erection and stroked it as he cupped my balls. Then he lowered himself until I felt his mouth engulf my manhood. The smaller guy was hard again and stroked himself slowly, taking in the scene. I think their supervisor called for them because they were both gone the next second, and I had to finish myself off.
I was really looking forward to “yardwork day” the following week. This time, I left the window open with the screen off and was lying on the floor, already working my dildo, when I heard them approach. They both entered my office and pulled down their pants. Their hard-ons both bounced like jack-in-the-boxes as I lifted my legs into the air invitingly. Again, it was the bigger of the two who took me first. The smaller guy moved around to my head and offered his cock to me as soon as his friend was inside me, balls deep.
I had never been spit-roasted before, but I found it was my new favorite gay position that day. Both guys were less than brutal but hardly gentle, as they had their way with me. Knowing their lust was because of me made me feel sexy as hell. I felt like a desired woman who knew I had exactly what these guys wanted. I was turned on by watching their orgasmic faces as they impaled me repeatedly at both ends. They timed their respective strokes to go deep simultaneously, and I was delirious. I didn’t want them to stop, but they both came and were gone within a few minutes.
The following week, we changed things up. The bigger guy lay down, and I rode him like the gay cowboy I was meant to be. His friend stood in front of me with his toes against my knees so I could suck him dry while I rode the bucking bronco under me. This time, we took too long. Their boss man started yelling at us from outside the open window. He was yelling in Spanish, so I don’t know if homophobic slurs were part of his ranting or not. It didn’t matter. My two lovers jumped up, dressed quickly, and exited through the window even faster than they had entered.
I never saw them again after that, but that doesn’t stop me from fantasizing about the best month of sex in my life.
