A Rebirth, so to speak, Courtesy of a divorce...(M/M; M/MM) | 2016

This is a true story. Absolutely true and exactly how I remember it. It's the first of a set of experiences I had as I left my first wife, clear up until I found my second, and current wife.

I got divorced in January of '01. I'd been separated for a few months before that, and hadn't been out and about much. I was just a bit out of touch with stuff, you know? It'd been five years.

Being that she took quite a bit of my money (willingly, I felt she was owed it) I ended up having to move into my friend's basement for a while. Mike was a hell of a guy. He had 3 adult children and a beautiful house just outside of Milwaukee. His basement was set up as an Apartment courtesy of his oldest son who'd just moved out.

I was on a night shift, Mike was retired. He was super cool about when I had to get up and head off to work, and never had the slightest problem when I'd come in at 3AM. Half of the time, he'd still be awake.

One afternoon I got up for work, same as usual and checked my answering machine, to find out that my ex had called me and wanted to ask me something about health insurance. Put me into a funk immediately.

I went off to work, but the issues I still had with the ex came bubbling up and I couldn't concentrate. I called my manager and told him I was going to head home.

Mike's car was in the driveway, not the garage...that was strange. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. I cracked it open and heard sounds coming from the living room. Not sure what I was hearing, I cracked the swinging door open slightly.

On the large TV I saw a porno playing. It took me a second or two to realize it was two guys going to town. Mike was sitting on the couch, bare naked, cock in hand stroking furiously.

I blushed and went back into the kitchen. I had no idea Mike was gay. None. He was, in fact, one of the most manly men I'd ever met. But then, I'd heard that some guys decided on a gay lifestyle later in life.

Something about the scene just didn't equal out though..I had to take another look.

I pushed the door open slightly, saw the TV again and then, pushing a bit more, saw Mike staring at me, not losing a pump.

The door shut again, and I went down the back stairway to the basement.

About five minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I opened it and Mike came in, wearing a tanktop and shorts. "Can we talk?"

"Sure dude." I smiled.

He smiled back, sheepishly, "I'm sorry about that, I didn't expect you back so soon.."

"Dude, it's your house...I'm sorry for just busting in on you in your private time...I just heard noises and was curious. I'm seriously sorry."

He smiled again, "It's no biggie on my side, I'm around nude guys all the time...It's a bit of a bad thing for you though...I don't want you bugged out or anything..."

I grinned back at him, "No, seriously, I'm perfectly OK with it...I just didn't know you were gay..."

He laughed then, "No, I'm not gay. I'm bi. Been bi my whole life."

"You know, I always kind of wondered about being bi. I did some experimenting in college when I was younger, but never thought about it after I got married." I laughed. "That's probably a copout hey?"

He smiled at me. "It doesn't have to be. Ever thought about getting back into the practice?"

To be honest, I'd been concentrating on it since I'd seen his cock in his hand. How he'd slipped his hand over the top of his glistening knob. It was definitely erotic. "I don't know, it's just one of those things man, experiment and that sort of thing."

He reached down and took off his tanktop. He wasn't perfectly built, but he was definitely in shape. "I'll tell you what, let's play a little and see what happens. I'll stop when you ask me to stop."

I watched as he slid his shorts down, revealing his now-hardening cock again. It was gorgeous. The kind of cock you want to watch in a porno. He rubbed it lightly and asked me, "Can you strip? It'll be easier that way."

At first, I wasn't sure if I was going to. I was still nervous...but as I was thinking about how nervous I was, I realized I was naked. The body wants, so to speak.

He smiled at me, leaned forward and kissed my left nipple. I held his head against me as he trailed down my chest, licking and kissing my chest as he finally reached my groin and my painfully erect cock.

He enveloped it with his mouth, going all the way down to my balls in one stroke. To call him an expert would be to give him far too little credit. He worked me with his lips, tongue and teeth so perfectly it was all I could do to keep my brain attached to my body. When I thought I'd get close, he would know and back off, changing his tactic. He edged me at least a dozen times, working my 6.5" manhood like he was born to.

Finally, he backed off completely. I was throbbing, only seconds from my orgasm. He stood in front of me and said, "OK, your turn."

I looked at him then and said, "I haven't done this in like ten years...and then only a few times, I'm probably terrible at it."

His grin was devilish..."then practice."

Kneeling, I looked at his throbbing, swollen prick. It wasn't huge, but it was bigger than mine, and perfect. My quick estimate thought it about 7.25" and thick...again, not huge, just extremely well built.

I opened my mouth and took him inside. I tasted a bit of lubricant and a bit of precum. Trying to remember how I'd done it in the past as well as how he'd done me, I began to work.

The ridge under his shaft twitched with his breathing as I ran my tongue over it, passing back and forth. My lips fluttered back and forth over his head following with the fluttering of my tongue underneath and to the sides. I could only fit about 4-5 inches in my mouth at a time, so I did my best to work on that part.

Several minutes passed as my jaw began to become sore. I didn't let up however, and continued my pattern. My hands ran from trimmed base of his shaft and balls around to his hips. He said then, "OK, why don't you fuck me man...I'm seriously wanting it."

I stood up and he kissed me deeply, then spun around and leaned against a futon there. "There's some lube in my shorts pocket. I'm ready for it, so just lube us up and be calm when you start, OK? I had a plug in while I was jacking off upstairs."

This was new. I'd never fucked a man before, and looking down at his hairy crack was also very new. I drizzled some lube down his crack over his still-shiny opening. As the cool lube hit the ring, it pulsed.

I liberally greased up my own member and pointed it towards the awaiting hole. Pressing forward, I felt the heat of his insides as my tip touched him.

Which was apparently too slow. He pressed back against me and I felt him open to take me inside. In one calm push, I was all the way inside him.

At his urging, I began to move my cock back and forth into him. I began a slow, easy pace back and forth when I heard the back door to the house open and heard, "Mike, where you at man?"

I quickly pulled out. Mike backed up, grabbing my hip behind him and re-burying me balls deep in his rectum. "I'm down here Adam, come on down."

Adam was the guy across the street. Met him at least half a dozen times. Married, four kids, dog, all the standards. A bit chubby, a bit balding, but a sweet guy.

I heard him coming down the stairs as Mike pushed against me hard, holding me inside him. Adam came in the doorway in a pair of loose track pants and t-shirt. He looked at me, then at Mike, then at me again.

"So where do I fit in?" He said, untying his pants.

Mike turned to look at him, "Well, my dick's not doing anything right now, what do you want to do?" Adam shucked off his pants and kneeled in front of Mike, between the futon and his groin. I could feel his hand reach between where we were as I began my in-and-out movement again.

I was actually getting a bit close when Adam stood up and ran to the bathroom. I saw his cock only briefly. About 7" long and average thickness, by my view.

The thrumming in my balls became more apparent. I knew I wouldn't be able to hang in there very long when Adam came back out and stood next to us. He put his hand on my hip and kept pace with my movements. Finally, he moved around behind me, allowing his cock to fill in between my asscheeks.

In retrospect, I should have known what was coming. I didn't think he'd actually do it, but as he started pumping his cock near my opening, I started letting him. I'd never done this before. I didn't know if I COULD do this.

Reaching down, he grabbed the bottle of lube, and rather than doing what I'd done, he took a handful and rubbed in in my crack. I stopped my motion as he lubed himself, lined up and began to press in.

It hurt. More than I thought it would. But as I opened for his pressing motion, I felt a warmth start building. He pushed in, further and further until I felt the head "pop" into my sphincter. I gasped then and felt my cock twitch inside Mike's rectum. Mike twitched himself.

A short back-and-forth motion pushed him gradually in further and further, feeling him fill me up further and further. When I thought that he had to be all the way in, he came in further. After what seemed like forever, his hips hit my cheeks. I pressed back into him then.

This was the straw, of course. He withdrew and started a pumping action, in and out. I couldn't take it. Only about four pumps in, I began spewing my seed inside Mike's guts. Mike must have felt this, because I felt his prostate begin to pulse against my cock. He moaned and I knew, I just knew he was cumming.

Adam heard both of us and began thrusting even harder. As my orgasm began to subside inside of Mike, I felt Adam start an uneven pace, and his hips planted against my ass as he throbbed and spewed into my own insides.

Mike turned to look at me, "How's that for some practice?"

There was a lot more to come.