My name is Alex and I am bisexual but my wife does not know this.  We were both brought up in strict religious families; my dad was a preacher and her dad was a deacon in his church.  Alice and I have known each other since we were little.  It just seemed to our families that when we graduated we would get married, which we did and have been married for 10 years.  I cared for Alice but as far as loving her I cannot honestly say if I do or even did and am sure Alice feels the same way sometimes but neither of us believes in divorce.  In our entire marriage, I have never cheated on her…but that might soon change if I can get the guts up to do so.

When I stepped into the kitchen and saw Alice at the stove I let out a loud sigh; it was so loud that it caused her to turn around and quizzically look at me, waiting for me to speak.

“Alice, I know I need to eat breakfast but what you fix every morning defeats the purpose of me running.  We have had this conversation many times so no more,”

Alice looked at me for a moment and then went back fixing breakfast; as if what I had just said was of no importance.  I quickly grabbed a bottle of water, wanting to get out on the trail and run out some of my frustrations plus I was anxious to see Brad.  Brad and I had met on the running trail six months ago and though I have never cheated on Alice, Brad made me question my marriage vows.

When I got to the trail I did not see Brad’s car and it felt like I had swallowed rock; such a disappointment.  I was not sure if Brad was gay or bisexual like me but for the past three months, it seemed as if every time he could he was brushing against me and giving me those sideways glances like the girls used to do in high school when they were interested.  I got out of the car, locking it behind me, putting my keys in my pocket.  I stood there doing some leg stretches, hoping that Brad would show.

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After five minutes of stretching and no Brad, I decided he was not coming so I moved over to the trail to start my run. As I started down the trail at a slow jog to finish warming up I heard a motorcycle pulling into the parking lot.

Well, that is just the icing on the cake. First Alice fixes me a non-healthy breakfast, then no Brad and now a motorcycle pulling in the lot.  I am not in the mood to share the trail with just anyone so think I will give up and just take a drive to clear my head.

As I turned back to go back, the motorcyclist pulled next to my car, turned it off, and removed their helmet.  Seeing it was Brad I could not help the smile that crossed my face.  He put his helmet in the area under the seat and walked over to me.  To my surprise, Brad hooked his arm around my waist and pulled him close to him before he leaned in and kissed me lightly on my lips.

“Sorry I am running late,” he apologized before he kissed me again.

I just stood there and looked at him, unsure what I should say or do as this was new territory to me.  I watched him stretch, especially when he bent over to touch his toes and his butt was pointed in my direction.  I could feel a stirring in my groin area.

Once he finished stretching he headed for the path. I tagged along behind him.  About a mile into the run we came to a cluster of trees.  Suddenly he stopped and turned to face me.  Backing me against a tree, he ground himself against me as his lips and tongue plundered my mouth until my lips felt swollen and bruised.  I could feel his hardness pressing against mine and I felt like any minute that I was going to lose it and cum but then he backed away, returning to the path, jogging in place.

“I need you.  Come over to my place,” he stated matter-of-factly.  “Unless you have to work that is.”

Part of me wanted to say yes but another part of me was telling me it was a bad idea.  I decided to finish our five-mile run before I said anything, hoping I would have a clear answer when we finished.  I moved from the tree and continued down the path with Brad soon following me.  We finished our run in awkward silence.  When we got back to our vehicles we did our after-run stretches.

I looked around to make sure no one was around before I turned to Brad and said quietly, “I am new at this Brad. I have always known I was different because I was attracted to both sexes but being raised in a religious family with a preacher for a dad I knew there was no way I could talk to him about it or act on it.  And I have never cheated on Alice but after that kiss…I want to but I am scared,” hoping that I had not said too much and made him change his mind.  “And I work at home as a freelance proofreader and aspiring writer,”

“We don’t have to do anything but kiss and make out…maybe some oral,” Brad suggested as he reached out and briefly touched my arm.

I knew that Alice would be at work so it didn’t matter if I came home right away so swallowing hard I whispered, “Yes, I would like to come over to your place,”

“Great,” Brad said reaching out to squeeze my hand before giving me his address and saying he would meet me there.

After he left, I stood there a moment trying to talk myself into going to Brad’s house.  I finally decided to go home first and shower before I headed over there. I quickly showered and changed into a pair of cut-off jeans and tee-shirt, slipping my feet into my sandals. When I pulled into his driveway, I sat there a moment before I got out of the car and headed to the front door. As I stepped on the porch, Brad opened the door.  I could tell as I stepped inside that he had also just showered by his wet hair.

Once the door was shut behind us, Brad pushed me against it, took my face between his hands as he leaned in to kiss me.  We stood there passionately kissing, our bodies grinding together. I slowly maneuvered around until Brad was against the door and my body was pressed against his.  Pushing me back gently, Brad reached out and unfastened my shorts, unzipped them, and dropped to his knees as he pulled everything down.  I sucked in a deep breath when his hand wrapped itself around my semi-erection.

Slowly he started to stroke me back and forth as he moved closer to me before his tongue swiped across the head, causing me to groan out loud.  My legs felt weak and I just hoped they would support me.

Standing up, Brad said, “Step out of your jeans and underwear and kick off your sandals as he continued to stroke me.

Once I had, he continued to stroke me as he led me to his couch by my shaft.  He pushed me back and knelt between my legs, engulfing my cock with his lips, moving his mouth up and down without any type of pressure on it but it was one of the most sensual experiences I had ever had.  Very slowly his mouth increased their pressure on my cock until he was pulling it tight as he neared the head, his tongue swirling all over the shaft. His hand reached under my cock to gently squeeze my balls, almost causing me to shoot my load.

I laid my head back against the couch, moaning, and breathing heavily as my balls started to tighten.  “Brad, I am close,” I warned.

Not stopping he took me farther into his mouth until I could feel the head touch the back of his throat.  I started to wiggle on the couch as I felt my orgasm building until I could not hold back any longer and let streams of my cum flood his mouth and slide down his throat.  Brad continued to lick and suck my slowly softening cock as he gave my balls one final squeeze.  Brad sat back on his heels, licking his lips with a big smile on his face.

“Damn, you tasted so good,” as he got up and sat beside me, taking my hand in his.  “I know you are new at this so I don’t expect anything in return…this time but when you are ready.  Now, get dressed, and let’s go out for lunch.  I seem to have worked up an appetite.”

I got dressed and we went out for lunch and then I headed home, thinking about the next time and just how Brad would taste and if it would progress past oral sex.