I tell you, it’s definitely a small world. I work as a letter carrier for the U.S. Postal Service. I have over 350 customers I deliver to on a daily basis. I deliver to a particular complex that makes up half my route. Townhouses and condos, of the 135 I deliver too, roughly 50 are gay and lesbian households.

I’m married with four kids. I have NEVER participated in gay sex, except for the occasional “sword fight” I engaged in as a young kid. I have for as long as I can imagine been fascinated with gay sex. I love getting oral sex and I love performing anal sex, those are the two acts I enjoy that my wife hates, so I lock myself in my basement office and download gay and straight porno and masturbate while my wife lays in bed all wet and horny wondering why I’m not banging her. Fact is, I get more satisfaction masturbating to some guy sucking off another guy then I do banging my dead fish of a wife.

Like most men and women, I love to fantasize. While masturbating I like to take a real situation and turn it sexual. The stranger you meet at the checkout counter who smiles at you … all of a sudden turns into a sexual liaison in the restroom stall.

One of my customers is a gay man in his 40s, who recently broke up with his lover. I know this because of the “change-of-address” form I received. David was a professional, and a very good looking man. On several occasions I masturbated to my consoling him by way of sucking him off and him showing me the ropes. Although in real life, I couldn’t imagine myself bent over and getting rammed in the ass.

One of these fantasy encounters I related on this very website, with all the steamy details. To which I received quite a few responses from straight men, who, like myself, fantasized about gay sex.

I usually saw David on Saturdays, when he was off. He’d usually see me through his window and come down and hand me his outgoing mail and we would exchange greetings. Since he was early on my route, he always came down in his bathrobe or pajamas, and I’d wonder what he was carrying under the robe.

Two weeks ago, he came down smiling, handed me his mail and called me by my username on the lusty library site. I turned every shade of red. We talked for several minutes, and stared at each other. I wanted him on his knees - just thinking about it got me hard - but what was I going to do, drop my pants and allow him to suck me off at the bottom of the stairs leading to his place? The door was shut; no one would see us. Would this mean I’m gay? What if my wife found out? I would lose my marriage, my family. All these thoughts going through my head …

…. I don’t know when it happened, all I know is that while I was contemplating the pros and cons, looking at David talking to me, yet not hearing a word he was saying, the next thing I knew, he was sitting on the bottom steps, my pants and boxers around my ankles and David’s mouth working my penis feverishly. It felt great; it had been a while. He was hungry for it; he wanted to please me and he certainly