This story is entirely fictional, as are all characters and plotlines.

I was 30, married, two daughters. The usual story really. I had always had urges and feelings for men, but never acted on them... but they had almost become too much to handle. So there I stood... knowing my wife was half way across the country with our daughters, visiting her sister... and finally, completely terrified, seeing if I had what it took to be with another man.

The day my wife had left we had a huge row. I was mad at her for visiting her sister, YET AGAIN... leaving me behind to be bored all weekend. So this time out of sheer spite, I took action. Now I was wondering if it was a good idea!

I was standing outside the Oak pub, waiting for this guy to turn up. As soon as my wife had gone out, I went straight on the net. I had heard how guys meet up all the time for no strings sex. So I looked for a site, found one pretty quick and had met this cute 18 year old college boy. He was athletic and cute, smooth, with short brown hair and a cheeky smile. As soon as I saw his picture I wanted him more than I could describe. And with the wife away and the two of us on bad terms, I thought, "why the hell not?"

Ben walked over to me, he was just as hot as he looked in the pictures... no, sexier than that. He was beautiful. As he approached me I felt so nervous, but his cheeky smile reassured me and we entered the pub.

The two of us found a quiet corner and got talking. He was at college, was just as in the closet as me so I had nothing to worry about - his girlfriend had no idea he was there and he wanted this to be a one off, see ya later, encounter.

After a few drinks (non-alcoholic for me) and a good laugh, I invited him back to my place for some more drinks and to see where things went. He was less blunt. "Let’s fuck," he said with a smile. At that we both left the pub and I drove us both back to my place. As we walked into the house he noticed the pictures of our family out together. He smiled and I looked down in shame. He just touched my shoulder and said, "It’s okay."

We made our way into the living room. I was scared but excited at the prospect of what was about to happen. I couldn’t believe that this young stud was there with me. I looked pretty good for my age; I was 6ft, to his 5ft10. I was quite a hairy guy, fairly slim for 30 and had a sexy goatie. Here I was with this hunk of a lad and he wanted to get with me, and I wasn’t just assuming this. I could tell from the huge bulge in his trousers.

Ben walked over to me; he didn’t waste any time.

"Let’s get this show on the road then big man..." he smiled, "don’t worry, I'll be gentle."

Ben started to undo the buttons on my shirt, and when the first few were open, he pulled it over my head. He started to kiss my chest and nipples and I felt my cock swelling in my pants. Then