JOBud Got Serious [MM]

This is a work of fiction.

My marriage wasn’t going well. We loved each other and I knew we were meant to be together but after 3 kids in 7 years we were more like roommates than lovers. She focused all her energies on the kids. She quit her job and stayed at home. She drove them to and from school everyday. Went to bake sales and PTA meetings. Everything was “off of Pintrest” or “this influencer on Instagram painted this in her son’s room.”

I was grateful. I really was. She dedicated her life to the family and I respected her hard work. But I was lonely. I caught myself flirting with a girl at work once and I felt very bad. On my way home that day I bought her flowers and chocolate. She took the flowers and told me that she saw this cute centerpiece with roses that she wanted to copy. We didn’t have sex. I was jerking off a lot back then. We never had sex and I needed an outlet. Almost every night in the bathroom. I would lock the door and watch porn on my phone and jerk off. I was scared I would get caught (She had never been on board with porn in the past. It morally repulsed her). I was scared that she would get suspicious of my time in the bathroom every night. She didn’t. When I walked out she would be watching a vlog about interior decorating or reading a book about “internal growth”.

I made effort. I really did. I would try to sleep with her and she complied but she gave no efforts. I would almost feel her drifting away and thinking about something else. I tried to spice things up. Roped and whips. Vacations to the Bahamas. Nothing worked. Eventually I resigned to having no sex life. We fucked once a month and it was robotic and awkward. Then we went to sleep.

Meanwhile, I started to flirt a little more at work. I was pretty high up the chain of command in my company and my position afforded me some confidence and money (which I learned is way more desirable).

Around that time, my wife and I had realized that a two bedroom townhouse was getting a little cramped with us and the three kids. We decided to go house hunting. With my job and the money I made, we were able to find a decently sized house in a good neighborhood. The house was big, 5 bedrooms and 3.5 baths in a cul-de-sac in a suburb near the city, 25 mins from my work.

On move-in day, the neighbor, Eric, and his wife, Kristen, came to say hi and offer help. They looked like a normal couple. He was tall, brown hair, some facial hair (trimmed and lined). She was shorter than my wife but she had a great figure, skinny but not too skinny, long brown hair, leggings that hugged her plump ass and legs perfectly.

They introduced themselves and gave us some cold water (it was a hot day) and Eric even stayed and helped me lift some stuff. Their house was the next house over but there were some trees in the way and the houses were far apart so we couldn’t see of hear them. They said that once we were settled they would like to have us over. I said sure. My wife got excited at the prospect of having the whole neighborhood over for a BBQ when we had set up the grilled. I am sure she will find many “Tasty” recipes to help with the prep.

A few weeks later, Eric texted me and asked if I can help him lift something out of his truck. I kind of owed him so I said yes. He had bought a ping pong table and wanted to lift it into the his “Man Cave”. It wasn’t heavy so I didn’t mind but I got a chance to look into their house. It was very well furnished. A lot of paintings hanging everywhere, some looked expensive (not that I knew anything about art). He had a nice set up in his Man Cave. Big screen TV, surround sound, nice big recliners and now he was setting up the ping pong table. I helped him set it up. We shared a couple of beers. We played a couple of ping pong games. A few more beers. Then we got a little more personal. Started talking about his wife. I told him she was hot and he responded with “You have no idea”. We talked a little more and just got up and grabbed the TV remote and started playing lesbian porn on his TV. It was nice, the surround sound made it seem like I was in the room and licking the girl’s wet pussy myself. I didn’t stop him. A little later, it was getting dark, and I had to head home. He told me I had standing invite to come over and hang out. “You can use the TV when I am not around if you want.” and winked. Sure beats my iPhone screen in the bathroom on mute.

A couple of weekends later he invited me over to watch the game. We drank again. After the game he played porn again. This time he started jerking off inside his pants. “What if your wife comes down?” I asked. “She is cool”. “Fuck it” I started jerking off too. This became a sort of tradition. We would watch the game, and then jerk off. At first we were jerking off in our pants but he pulled out his dick one time and I copied and from then on it became the norm. And it wasn’t just lesbian porn, it was softcore, hardcore, anal, DP, tranny, BDSM… we had a varied taste.

He wasn’t gay, I knew that. He loved the women in the porn too much. He would talk a lot about how he had a think for pierced nipples and saggy boobs. He also liked the whole “mother-in-law/stepmom” scenario. He also loved his wife too much. He really did. You could tell. He would share stories about them (and sometimes pictures off his phone) but you could tell he adored her. And she loved him too. She got her nipples pierced because he asked her to. It made me jealous and sad about my own marriage.

On the other hand, he wasn’t 100% straight either. He was definitely very cavalier with his masculinity. He didn’t mind admitting when he saw a nice cock and wanted it. He one time casually mentioned that his wife is bisexual and that led me to think, he might be too.

This made me question myself. I knew I wasn’t gay either. I had never been attracted to guys. But here I was sitting in a basement with a guy watching porn, jerking off and enjoying it. I didn’t just enjoy the porn either. I enjoyed the company. I enjoyed the camaraderie. I enjoyed that I was with someone and that he and I had the same taste and that we were very comfortable with each other.

I started to look. Watch him when he jerked off. Only a little, stole a glance here and there. He was cleanly shaved, uncut, maybe 7 inches. He had a habit of taking his pants all the way off and keeping his shirt on when we jerked together. One day he looked over and told me, “you should shave too. It makes it look bigger and no one wants to get hair in his mouth when then suck you off”

“Sounds like you are speaking from experience”

He winked. Yeah he was at least bi. The next week I “trimmed the hedges” my wife asked why I did it. I said “just keeping things clean”. She didn’t seem to care. I am not sure why she asked. She wasn’t sucking me off anytime soon. When Eric saw that I had shaved he said it looks nice. I said thanks. That day he offered to blow me while I watched porn.

I hesitated, “what if your wife comes down suddenly?”

“She is cool.”

He knew what he was doing. I came quicker than I thought I would. It was a big load. He let me blow it on my own stomach.

This now became a part of our tradition. Watch the game, have a few beers, start the porn, pull out our dicks, jerk off then he would suck my dick until I came and then he would cum. Football season ended so we started watching movies but we never finished them because we would turn to porn halfway through. I had my own JOBud and I was utilizing him to the fullest. Eventually I felt selfish so I offered to help him with my hand. “Thought you would never ask”.

Then that became the tradition. And it only escalated from there. By the summer I was sucking him off and swallowing. I still didn’t think I was gay. I thought that is was just a “scratch my back, I scratch yours” situation. After all my wife wasn’t scratching my back any time soon.

We had also grown to be close friends. I trusted him. Not just sexually but also about other things. We were hanging out almost every week and he was borrowing my stuff and I was borrowing his. We even went out and did things together frequently. My wife was happy to have me out of the house so she can focus on her embroidery or whatever bullshit she was into that months. And I was happy to have a fun buddy to hang out with. We talked about personal stuff too. I told him about my apathetic marriage and my failing love life and he told me how he is stressed at his job and how his mom was sick.

Now don’t let your mind go too far. We weren’t “falling in love or anything”. He was still madly in love with his wife and I wasn’t jealous of that at all. I was happy for them. There were no romantic feelings. We were just two buddies that hung out and then blew each other later.

One time, a few months later, we were doing what had become our weekly tradition. We watched the football game. Then porn. This time I was on my knees sucking him off and I was enjoying it. Every once in a while he would ask me to pause for a minute because he was close to cumming. At that point, I had learn what he liked and knew how to make him tick. He really enjoyed a finger in his asshole pushing on his cock from the back and massaging his prostate. As I was deep down on his cock, the basement door opened up and his wife started coming down. I didn’t hear her until she said, “don’t let me interrupt, I am just here for laundry”.

I pulled his cock out of my throat and sat up, shocked and surprised and not knowing what to do. I forgot to pull my finger out of his ass. She looked at us and smiled and just went on with her business. The situation was so foreign to me that I couldn’t recover for the rest of the day. It wasn’t just Eric and I that had a dirty little secret. His wife was now in on it too. And she was “cool” as he had said.

After that incident he told me more about his wife. She was a little older than him. Before her, he had never been with a guy. He had also only been with a couple women. They met at a bar in the city and she asked him out. They fucked on the first date. She then shared with him that she had a past in the adult entertainment business. She had mainly done make up she said but she tried her hand as a performer and didn’t do so well. He found that incredibly sexy. So did I. They dated for a couple of years then he popped the question. In those two years she had open him up sexually. Not with other guys, not at first, but she taught him so much and they explored together. He said that she got him a strap on his birthday. He was scared at first but she was gentle and loving. It wasn’t after they got married that she brought up other guys. They had a few threesomes he said, with guys and girls. He said there was this one specific guy that they kind of had a “long term” thing with. “He had a great cock” he said. He was the one that escalated things for him. He started by sucking him with his wife. Then without her. He was the first guy he fucked. “Alone or with your wife?” I asked.

“She watched from the corner of the room and rubbed her pussy.” I was jerking off listening to this story. His wife sounding hotter and hotter by the minute.

After that day we started fucking. He asked me to fuck him first. We fucked while watching a video of his wife camming. She wasn’t doing porn anymore but she did some online stuff, for entertainment more than for money, “but the money is nice” he said. He said she sold panties and cammed occasionally. Showed me her subreddit. I really hoped she would walk down again and this time watch me fucking her husband while watching her fuck her self with a dildo. I had developed a quite a crush on her by then.

After that time I fucked him almost every time. He said he was a versatile bottom. I didn’t know exactly when that meant but I could guess. He also had a panties fetish. He liked to wear his wife’s especially when I fucked him. Didn’t bother me. He would sometimes wear them when we went out. He liked to do stuff outside sometimes. He blew my when I drove the car.

One time a little bit later he came down with a butt plug. A small one. I thought it was for him but he said it was my birthday present. I wasn’t too excited about putting it in my ass at first, he wasn’t pushy. Said he respected that. But later I said I was curious. He said he would start slow. I trusted him.

First time was weird and scary. He slowly slid the plug inside me and said that I should leave it there for a little bit. He then started sucking me off and licking my balls. When I got close to cumming he pulled on the plug a little bit didn’t pull it out. I came. And I came very hard.

The next day my butthole hurt a little. Not terribly. He told me he would keep the plug at his home so my wife wouldn’t find it.

After a few times with the plug, I asked him to fuck me. He was surprised at the request. But only a little. After all it was the next logical step to everything we had been doing and I was curious. Was I gay? I wanted to know. To me, getting blown and fucking another guy was one thing, but getting fucked in the ass by a guy would seal the deal. Maybe my sex life with my wife had gone sour because I am gay. I considered that. I considered what my life would be like. Would I come out to her? Would I get a divorce? Would I start wearing panties and butt plug and let Eric and his wife take turns fucking my asshole? That was a bit of a stretch but the thought turned me on.

He told me to get on all 4s, licked my ass a little (he knew I liked that) then lubed it, then slowly slid his cock in. He was thicker than the plug, I knew that. He got the head of his cock part way in. I winced. “Are you ok?” He sounded concerned. It was hot how much he cared.

“Yes. A little slower but keep going” he pushed, I felt my hole close when the head of his cock slid in. I moaned a little. It was so quite in the room I heard him laugh quietly. No porn was playing. He slowly pulled back. And then in again. I moaned again. He pushed deeper. He was very attentive. I loved that about him. Deeper. I was so hard. I had newly learned this, my dick is hardest when something is in my ass, Eric’s finger, the plug and now his cock, made me hard. I couldn’t help it.

After a few thrusts I asked if I could flip over. He said sure. I think I wanted to see him. I got on my back and he pushed my legs in the air. He played with my cock as he fucked my ass. With my legs in the air, I reached down and put my hand on his stomach. He let go of my cock and put his hand on mine. He leaned closer and I found my hand on his face. He had some stubble. I leaned closer and he leaned in and we kissed.

We had never kissed up to that point. Something about the kiss was more intimate than anything we had ever done. His cock was in my asshole but the kiss was intimate and sexy. He had stopped fucking me now and his cock had rested inside my open asshole. He pulled back and looked me in the eyes, my hands still on his face.

Shit? Did I like him? Am I gay? He looked at me and smiled and started fucking be again. Now harder and more purposeful. I had my hand on the back of his neck pulling his closer. “I am gonna cum” he said.

“Cum inside me. Fill me up”

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