I am currently married and have two kids. Although I have been straight all of my life, I do confess to occasionally fantasizing about having sex with a man. I have never done this but came close on two occasions, both times with the same guy, my roommate from college, Phil. Phil and I roomed together in college for close to four years and were very close as friends. Once I had come home late and had forgotten my keys. I rang the bell and Phil opened the door while standing behind it. As I came through the door and he shut it, I turned around and saw that Phil was naked. (We both slept in the nude). Although it was dark, I noticed that he had a huge hard-on and imagined that I must have interrupted his masturbating. He went right back to bed and I went to my room, shutting the door. I couldn't get the image of his cock out of my mind. I could still see it, standing straight out, hard as a rock, at least 8 inches. The rest of the night, I jerked my self off, thinking about Phil's cock.
The other time, we were both very high and were smoking a joint. It was a hot night and we were both only wearing gym shorts. As I looked over at Phil, I saw that his cock was dangling outside of the leg of his shorts. At that time, all I could think of was reaching for that cock and sucking it down my throat. I thought about how good his cock would taste and feel. I didn't do anything, but have thought about that night many times over the years.
After college, I moved back to New York, and lost touch with Phil. About a month ago, I found out that I would have to be going to L.A. on business. I decided to give Phil a call and maybe get together when I was in town. I tracked him down and he was very happy that I called. He said that his wife and kids were out of town that week and that I could stay at his house while I was in L.A.. It sounded like a good idea and I agreed. Phil met me at the airport and we went to his house. He had a great house with an enclosed pool. Phil suggested that I unpack and meet him by the pool. It was a beautiful day and the sun felt great as I stepped outside. Phil was in back with a cooler full of beer and was in the process of rolling some joints. I lay down next to him and we began talking over old times.
After a few beers and two very powerful joints, Phil and I were getting loose and re-acquainted. We began talking about sex and being married. I noted that sex with my wife was basically good but my only complaint was that I always had to take the lead, that my wife rarely initiated anything and never anything new. "Just once," I said, "I'd like to be completely passive and have someone use me and tell me what to do." Phil laughed and said that his problem was just the opposite, that his wife was completely dominant. " Just once," he said, "I'd like to be the dominant one, I'd like to have someone to use and tell what to do, and I'd definitely like something different!"
