[MM] Before I met my wife I had an eight month relationship with a man.

This story is 100% true and it took place in the summer of 2001.

It happened quite by accident really, I was working a second job at an art gallery and two doors down from the gallery was a beauty salon. One Saturday afternoon, when my gallery shift concluded, I stopped into the salon inquiring about walk-ins.

The receptionist told me to wait and she walked to the back. I saw her chatting with one of the stylists, he craned his head to look in my direction and nodded. She returned and told me David would be my stylist and he’d be ready for me shortly.

Soon after David introduced himself. He was as tall as me at about 6’, he was also lean but muscular like me, he had dark brown, almost black, hair and piercing blue eyes. David walked me to his chair sat me down and began to touch my head. I looked into his really striking blue eyes, I studied his angular features and his full lips, and I felt my cock stir. The conversation was casual and professional but we kept locking eyes. As he finished my cut, David asked me if I wanted to get a beer at the pub on the corner. I accepted.

Prior to this moment in my life I had tried bisexuality. Which is to say I gave two drunken blow jobs, one to a neighbor in college and one to a stranger outside an adult book store. Neither experience was fulfilling in any sort of way and I concluded after the second that I must not be bisexual after all.

But here I was having a drink with a guy and all I could think of was kissing his lips. I had never met a man I wanted to kiss, but I wanted to kiss David. We drank a few beers, and in that time we had discussed a mutual appreciation for weed, so naturally we headed to my place to do some bong hits. My roommate was out of town for the weekend so I had the place to myself.

As we smoked I still didn’t know whether he was thinking the same way I was. David was not easily identifiable as a bi or gay man. And part of me wondered if he was just a cool guy who was friendly. All of a sudden, and without warning David kissed me. And I kissed him back. Soon we were groping each other and removing our shirts. We went to the bedroom and continued making out.

I will never forget how I felt as I knelt before him and slowly pulled down his jeans and undies. The first time I saw his cock, the first time I inhaled his musk, the first time I tasted his precum, these memories are burned deeply into my mind. I remember the silky smoothness of his hard cock sliding gently between my lips on my ‘first descent’.

We were soon naked and kissing and touching and eventually both of us were sucking. Neither of us lasted long when we finally started sucking one another simultaneously. After we both came we kissed and frotted until we came again.

The rest of the night we hung out in boxers and drank and smoked and kissed and eventually traded blowjobs again. We also talked about our histories sexually. David said he was bisexual and was coming off a long term relationship with a girl. I told him of my brief experiences with men and also admitted that I’d never gone all the way with a guy. We talked a little about his experiences on bottom and on top, he admitted he liked both but preferred the top role. David spent the night and we traded blowjobs again in the morning. We made plans for the following weekend and traded numbers. He said he’d call mid week to confirm.

After he left I will admit I was a little confused. I literally went to get a haircut and ended up having an entire night of gay oral sex! And I had made plans for a date with a man! Ok confused is too mild a term, I was legit freaked out. So much so that I convinced myself that I would politely cancel our date when he called.

This mental agreement I made with myself was, of course, put on hold when I masturbated; because my fantasies were laser focused on David and increasingly focused on getting fucked by him.

When he called that Wednesday, my roommate picked up, when he said ‘it’s for you, some guy named David’ my stomach fluttered. I took the phone and casually walked to the back patio of our townhouse, when I was out of my roommate’s ear shot I allowed myself to feel the tingle in my cock at the sound of his voice. We chatted casually for a moment when all of a sudden I told him I wanted fucked for the first time and I wanted him to do it.

So all week I convinced myself that I wouldn’t take this any further, but the moment I hear his voice all I can think about is his cock and not just in my mouth. I wanted him inside of me, I needed him inside of me.

He was surprised, amazingly supportive, and very informative about preparations. The following Saturday I met him at his place. David answered the door in jeans and a wife beater, as soon as we entered I kissed him. God it felt so natural and yet taboo at the same time. We hung out and partied a little. And finally I told him I was ready so he gave me an enema he’d purchased for me and I used it.

I sat on the toilet wondering once again if this was something I wanted for my life. Like I’m fucking douching my ass to prepare for anal sex with a man who I met quite by accident and now seemed to be involved with.

But, as my cleansing concluded and I cleaned myself up, I was able to quiet my doubts. When I walked into his bedroom David was laying naked on his bed. His cock was almost fully hard and he looked so fucking sexy. Any doubts I had disappeared as I crawled on top of him. We began passionately kissing and grinding our cocks together as we groped each other.

I grabbed the lube and slathered his cock and my ass and lined his hardness up with my hole. David was a little longer than me at just over seven inches, and average in girth, but his dick felt huge that first time I tried to get him inside of me. David coached me on how to relax my entrance and finally he slid into me. It hurt but I didn’t care, once he popped past my entrance I sat all the way down on his hard dick.

I relaxed there momentarily, feeling his fullness all the way inside of me. And slowly began rocking back and forth just a little. As my ass loosened the pain was replaced with waves of pleasure that cascaded over my entire body. I honestly couldn’t believe how good it felt. I began riding him pretty hard and again the feeling was intense pleasure.

David told me he wanted to be on top and I slid off him. As soon as he was out I wanted him back in. He got on top of me missionary style and this is the moment I knew I must truly be a bottom because as I wrapped my legs around my lover and he drove his cock into me while passionately kissing me I lost complete control and had my first ever hands-free orgasm. As I shot ropes of cum between our torsos David pulled out of me, lapped up my cum, shoved his cock into me again and began cum kissing me.

Soon he was stiffening inside of me and then I felt him pulsing and I felt the warm wetness of his cum lubricating his thrusts, he came forever it seemed and then laid on top of me as his cock softened inside my ass. When he finally pulled out I felt a trickle of his cum stream out of my ass and I relished the feeling of my used ass leaking his cum.

We resumed partying but we did so in the nude. We drank and smoked and eventually got horny again and this time he fucked me doggy style and man did he fuck me hard. And again I had whole body orgasmic waves flowing over me.

David and I fell into a routine of sorts, we met up for oral sex mid-week and Saturday night was for anal. We also both enjoyed mt biking and sci fi movies and bad jokes. Basically after several months we both sort of realized that we were definitely in a gay relationship together. I learned a number of things about myself during that time of my life.

I learned that I was most definitely a bisexual man. I also learned that I was a bottom and that I had a fetish for sweaty cock smell. But most importantly, I think, is that I learned the reason I had shitty experiences with men prior to David wasn’t because I wasn’t into men, they were shitty because they were anonymous hook-ups. Knowing David, and being friends with him allowed me to feel passion and intimacy on a far deeper level. There was comfort and closeness and trust between us.

David also learned some things in our time together. Primary among his discoveries was that he was not in fact bisexual, he finally accepted his homosexuality. But in doing so he wanted me to join him in this ‘mutual discovery’. And, while I can genuinely say that I had deep affection for him, I wasn’t gay. He wanted to come out to our families, he wanted us to make long term plans together, he wanted me to be his. I thought about it, I can honestly say I did.

David and I wanted different things and the distance between our ultimate desires eventually drove a wedge between us. He wanted things to change and I wanted them to stay exactly as they were. Shortly after the seven month mark of our relationship, we parted ways. Within a few months I was dating the woman who would become my wife and the rest is, as they say, history.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gntwd6/mm_before_i_met_my_wife_i_had_an_eight_month