The End of Hope

He'd reached the end of his rope, the end of all hope. Ryan knew as he stripped off his clothes and sat down on his bed to take another hit of pot that he'd gone too far, once again. He told himself the last time he got naked with a man that he'd never do it again. After all, he was still officially a married man. A man married to a woman, a woman who still loved and trusted him.

He didn't care any more. The only time he felt most alive was when he was with another man, at the most intimate of levels. Naked with their bare skin and appendages dancing together in primal delight.

At least this last time was with someone he knew. Someone much like himself. They had gone to school together, grew up together, went to the same LDS church. He was a married man, too. With children, too. Not out yet, but fiercely repressed and in need of physical attention from a man.

We met one dark night. It was raining heavily, and he invited me over. We drank beers and smoked on the back porch. We shared hits of a joint and went to separate couches to watch a movie. He stripped all his clothes off and sat back down on the couch. He looked over at me, licked his lips, then ran back to the bedroom. Of course I followed...

We fondled each other like curious boys who'd never had the chance, all the years they hadn't the chances, now was their chance! 

"Damn, Ryan, you've got a big dick!" He exclaimed as he gripped it tightly and tugged it just a little too hard.

"Easy Derek, be gentle." I instructed.

We then went mad men on each other, wrestling around in chaos, cocks raging. He slipped his head and shoulders down over the side of the bed, face near the floor, sweet tight bum up in the air. I ate his sweaty, delicious ass for as long as he'd let me. He rolled back up on the bed and shoved me down on the pillows. He climbed on top of me and slipped my dick quickly inside his tight muscled butt. His hands pressed roughly on my chest, he rocked and moaned, on the verge of an orgasm.

"No, don't cum yet!" I didn't want it to end.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it! You feel so fucking good, Ryan!!" He erupted, his hole clenched hotly around my pulsing cock. His semen strayed across my chest and cheeks. He immediately sank onto the pillow beside me and was snoring inside two minutes. I, of course, was left wanting. 

I slipped out of the house, into the rain. 

Two married Mormon men with children had just had a thrilling night together. The guilt could wait til morning.