Gay You Say

A heterosexual woman helps a gay man who is grieving the loss of his partner.

My name is Sarah and I am a 24-year-old college graduate with a Masters degree in English. Right now I’m living at home and teaching in the local school system.
I grew up in those schools and most of my social life revolved around school activities and church. I did go away for college and was gone from the community for six years.
The reason I’m living at home is that I’m saving as much money as I can so I can carry out my dream for the next phase of my life. I have always wanted to go somewhere exotic, like Africa or India or maybe South America. I want to be able to do that in style. So my bank account is growing but my social life is dwindling.
Part of my social life, such as it is, has been centered in two gay men, David and Bill. They have been part of this community for over 10 years so everyone knows who they are and what they are. Both of them are in their mid-30s. They are both active in the community and serve on the boards of directors of several agencies. Their sexual identity doesn’t put most people off.
David and Bill and a small group of older people run a local food pantry. Bill was the president of the board until a tragic event occurred.
I am also on that board. I really enjoyed the social aspect of doing something good with nice people. David and Bill and I were quite close friends. I kind of loved them both.
The tragic event happened when there was a small gay pride demonstration downtown by the city hall. A man, who was angry at the idea of gay people demonstrating, deliberately ran his car into the small crowd and knocked Bill off the podium. When he fell, he broke his neck and died.
David was inconsolable. Everyone tried to help him as best they could. My church set up a schedule of meals, company, and household chores. I was assigned to do general cleaning on a Friday.
When I arrived in the early afternoon David met me and threw his arms around me and started crying. I held onto him until he stopped and then I helped him to a chair and sat him down.
I did a little housework. I vacuumed, mopped the kitchen floor, dusted the tops of things, and picked up stuff that was scattered around. When I was through, I thought the place looked pretty good.
I went to David and said, “Is there anything else you would like me to do?”
David replied, “No, I don’t think so but thanks for doing all you did.”
I got up and started to leave when David called me back.
He said, “There is something you could do if you were willing. You see, Bill and I had an active sex life. We typically had some form of sex every day. It’s been almost 2 weeks since and I need some help.
“So I’m going to ask you to do something you never thought you would ever do, I want you to give me a blow job!”
I was so startled I didn’t say anything. One part of me said, “Get up and get out of here!”
Another part said, “The poor guy just needs a little attention. You could do this!”
I said, “I can do this if it will help you. I don’t have a lot of experience with oral sex but I have done it a few times. So if you forgive my lack of technique, I’d be happy to suck you off.”
He said, “Let me go wash up. Why don’t you go in the bedroom and wait for me.”
I first went to the guest bathroom and emptied my bladder. I also washed up my pussy and my ass. You never know about gay guys.
Then I went to the bedroom. I thought about taking my clothes off but I decided that I was only going to give him a blow job so I didn’t need to get naked.
When he came in he wasn’t wearing any pants. His erection was quite long but not very big around. I thought it would fit in my mouth very neatly.
He lay down on the bed on his back and I climbed up next to him. I was wearing a T-shirt without a bra and a pair of biker shorts with a thong.
I positioned myself so my butt was near his head and my mouth was over his cock. I took it in my mouth and started pumping up and down.
He said, “O God that feels so good! Let me give you a little instruction.”
He told me how to use my tongue and my lips to increase the stimulation. He also told me that I needed to try and take his penis as far down my throat as I could. So I did the best I could sucking and stroking.
After several minutes, David said, “I’m getting very close. I would like you to take it in your mouth and swallow it, but if it grosses you out do what you need to do.”
I thought that I might as well try swallowing it, although I never had done that before. When he came I was initially on a down stroke so his cock was far down my throat.
I tried to swallow as much as I could but I had to pull my head up and some of it spilled down onto his belly. I licked my lips off and swallowed what was left in my mouth. I thought it tasted okay.
I turned around so my head was by his head and ask him, “Did that do the trick? I know I’m not very good at doing it. Is there anything else you want me to do?”
David looked at me for a long time and then he said, “Would you be willing to let me ass fuck you? I know that’s asking a lot, but I’ve built up such a load I need to discharge it somewhere. Your beautiful ass is calling for it!”
After thinking for just a moment, I stood up and took my biker shorts off followed by my T-shirt. I’ve had anal intercourse twice in my life and I didn’t like it either time. But here was a man who was thoroughly experienced in doing it so maybe it would be a lot better. At least that’s what went around my mind.
I ask David if I should be on my hands and knees and he told me to do it that way. As he got up behind me I notice that his penis was hard again. He was ready to go already.
He rubbed some lubricant on my anus and I assumed on his cock. He got up very close behind me, ready to penetrate me. But then, instead of pressing the head of his cock against my anus, he slipped it into my vagina.
I said, “I think you missed the hole! A little farther up!”
He said, “Let me feel what fucking a woman is like. I’ve never done that before!”
I said, “I guess that’s all right, but don’t cum in there. You could make me pregnant, I’m right in the middle of my period and I’m not on birth control.”
David replied, “Let me grab a condom and put it on. That should make it safe.”
When David pressed his penis back into my vagina it really felt good. He pumped away for quite a few minutes, sometimes fast and sometimes slower. He was very gentle. I had two small orgasms before he ejaculated into the condom.
David said, “That is quite different from fucking someone’s asshole! It was neat when you had the orgasms. The walls of your vagina squeezed down on my cock.”
After David pulled out he removed the condom and showed me that it contained quite a lot of sperm. I was really glad it wasn’t floating around in my vagina looking for a way to get up into my uterus.
He said, “Let’s lie down here together for a rest. Then we can see whether there’s anything else to do!”
I already knew what there was left to do. He still hadn’t fucked me in my ass and I figured that’s what he wanted. So we lay there together, naked, holding each other. I might have taken a little nap.
I became aware that he was using his fingers to stroke in and out of my pussy. It really felt good and I was surprised he would do that. I was even more surprised when he crawled down between my legs and started eating my cunt. What gay guys do that?
He said, “Are you ready for this?”
I said, “If you are hard, push it in!”
The anal fucking went on for almost a half hour. I was so hot that I had several orgasms. He finally shot his wad as far up in me as he could get and collapsed on the bed.
I got up, kissed him, and ran to his bathroom. There I had a pretty good bowel movement and cleared all that stuff out of there. It had been quite an afternoon!
I pulled my clothes back on and went back to the bed where he was already asleep. Out of curiosity I took his penis in my hand and looked at it. It was really a mess but I decided against cleaning it up. I tiptoed out of the bedroom and went to my car and went home.
Two days later, in the early evening, my phone rang. It was David. He said, “The woman who brought my meal has come and gone. I wondered if you were busy. I could use a little tender loving care!”
That’s how our affair began. I now stay over at his house most of the time. My folks think it’s crazy, but then, he’s a gay man, so that should count for something.
I am one well-satisfied heterosexual woman, living with a gay man. Maybe I should say he is bisexual. He still has occasional sex with another man but most of the time he saves it for me.