I was about 50 yards or so up this path when I noticed a man standing off the side of the path apparently staring into the woods. As I got closer I realized his pants were down around his ankles and I could see his ass. Now, I'm straight but I have to say that it was a really nicely shaped ass for a man and I took notice. I figured maybe he was drunk and just peeing in the bushes, so I started to walk quieter so I wouldn't disturb him. But as I got closer I started hearing strange grunts and sucking sounds. I realized there was another man blowing him.
Now, I'm not gay but I slowed my pace down to watch. I slowed and approached the standing man from behind. His friend didn't take any notice as his eyes were tightly closed. I came right up behind the man standing so that I could have reached out and touched him. That's when I brought the cinder block down on his head, hard. He collapsed on top of his ***got friend and I quickly finished them both off. I rolled them into the bushes and finished my walk. That was only my first of many such gay encounters.
So I messaged you just to chat but I'm kind of concerned. I mean, we could hit it off really well,
end up having a few drinks, next thing you know you're giving me your number because I'm too shy to ask for it,
I finally get up the nerve to call and we take in a movie, have some dinner, I relax, you relax, we go out a
few more times, get to know each other's friends, spend a lot of time together, then finally get past this
sexual tension and really develop this intense sex life that is truly incredible, decide our relationship
is solid and stable, so we move in together for a while, then a few months later get married, I get a promotion,
you get a promotion, we buy a bigger house. You really want kids, but I really want freedom, but we have a kid anyway,
only to find that I am resentful, the sparks start to fade and to rekindle them we have two more lovely kids,
but now I work too much to keep up with the bills, have no time for you, you're stressed and stop taking really
good care of yourself, so to get past our slow sex life and my declining self-confidence I turn to an outside
affair for sexual gratification. You find out because I'm careless and a lousy liar, you throw me out (justifiably so)
and we have to explain to the kids why mummy and daddy are splitting up. That's just too sad. Think about the children.
For God's sake, if you chat with me and we hit it off, let's just keep it sexual, because we both know where it's going.