It’s crazy how casual gay sex has become for me. As little as three months ago, all my hookups were one-time quickies. I would chat with a married guy on Grindr, we would meet and the encounter would be over as soon as the first guy shot his load. Pretty much every liaison lasted five minutes or less, and we would never meet again. But in the past few months, I’ve started having sex with two different guys regularly. It’s almost as if I were dating both, except we skip the part where we go to dinner and a movie. I also occasionally meet other Grindr guys, and I still fuck my wife at least a couple times a week.

Yes, I am a sex addict, but I am loving every second of it.

Today I hooked up with both of my regulars, both I know only by their screen names. The first today was Bi. He is a little unusual for me because he is single. But he has a girlfriend and is deep in the closet and ashamed about hooking up with guys, which is why I am attracted to him. Bi has the advantage of having his own apartment just 10 minutes from my house, so we always have a convenient, private place to play. Even better, he works from home so he is almost always available.

We chatted over Grindr all through the workday. He sent me a picture of a dildo up his ass while he was in the middle of a Zoom meeting with a client. I replied with a picture of my naked, hard cock taken with my office door closed. By the time 3 p.m. rolled around, we were both uncontrollably horny.

“Come on over,” Bi wrote.

I was in my car headed to his place in less than 10 minutes. He lives on the second floor of a swanky suburban apartment complex. Bi answered the door wearing my wife’s pink bikini. A couple weeks earlier, she had put it the donation bag headed for Goodwill, and I’d plucked it out and given it to Bi.

No one would mistake him for a woman. He had just enough man-boob to give the cups of the bikini top a slight bulge. The big lump in the bottoms left little to the imagination. Bi totally looked like a middle age white guy in a bikini, but I loved it.

We immediately embraced when the door closed. His tongue plunged into my mouth. I felt just a little scruff against my face as we kissed. Bi must’ve gotten some new perfume or body spray because he smelled like a stripper. My hands slid down his back and squeezed his ass cheeks. Bi started grinding his cock against my thigh. His mouth left mine and went to my ear.

“Fuck me bare,” he said. “Do me like I am your wife.”

I followed him to the bedroom. He had a triple-screen compilation of women getting fucked missionary style playing on the TV on his dresser. Their moans fueled my desire to slide my cock inside Bi. Still wearing the bikini, he flopped onto the bed and spread his legs. I quickly stripped off my shoes, socks, khaki pants and boxers, revealing my thick erection. But I paused when I got to my shirt.

“I’ve got a surprise for you today,” I said.

Bi’s lips curled into a smile.

“Ooooh, I love surprises,” he said effeminately.

I slowly unbuttoned my black collared shirt without letting it fall open. When the last button was undone, I paused, shot him a flirty smile and then flung open the shirt. Underneath, my wife’s lacy, black Victoria’s Secret push-up bra gripped my tits. Bi put into words exactly what I was thinking.

“So dirty, so sexy,” he said. “I love it.”

It felt so good to expose my femininity to Bi. Sometimes I top, sometimes bottom, but all sex with guys makes me feel womanly. A little cross-dressing supercharges the whole experience, regardless of position.

Bi’s hard cock looked like a log covered in rayon. He had it pointed toward his belly button. I slid between Bi’s legs and positioned my naked hard-on on top of his and started dry-humping him. My tits hung down into the bra cups. Bi reached up and started gently squeezing them. He knew exactly how to get me going. When he got me really hot, I liked to start talking crazy.

“You’re my wife,” I said. “You’re what I really want. I love sex with men.”

Bi totally got off on playing along.

“Mmmmmm.” he said. “Fuck me good. I’m your wife. Show me what you really want.”

I slid my body down his until I was looking directly at that nylon-covered log. Bi thrust his hips up at me. It didn’t take a genius to see what he wanted. I dragged my tongue along the bulge in the bikini bottoms. A spot of pre-cum had formed near the head of his cock. Bi hooked his thumbs under the elastic waistband and started pulling them down. I moved out of his way.

“Fuck me,” Bi said. “I need it soooo bad.”

Bi always pre-lubed his ass before we played so I knew he was ready to go. He hoisted up his hips and propped his ass on a pillow to make his hole more accessible. The first few times we fucked, I needed his help finding his bunghole. But now that we were regulars the head of my cock gravitated directly to it. I felt the head slip between his cheeks, and all of a sudden I was inside him. There was nothing like it. Our bodies melted together.

With my hands dug into the mattress and my arms stiff, I began rocking slowly, gently. Bi moaned.

“Oh my God,” I said. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you, too,” Bi said.

Each thrust took us to a higher plane of ecstasy. Bi started squeezing my tits. He increased the pressure as my cock slid deeper inside him and decreased as I began to pull back. Bi was breathing hard. I’m pretty sure I was, too.

“You are so fucking good, baby,” Bi said.

I started saying whatever popped into my head, no filter.

“Are we gay?” I asked.

“We are so fucking gay,” Bi said.

“I fucking love sex with guys,” I said. “I can’t stop. I have to do it.”

“Cum inside me,” Bi said. “Show me how gay you are.”

I wanted to hold it as long as I could, but I was no longer in control. It was as if I’d been transported to another dimension. My nut gushed in terrific spurts. If I had shot into a bucked, we could have painted the whole apartment twice with the amount I deposited up Bi’s ass. I came back to this realm as the last few drops squirted from my blow hole. I pulled out and looked at Bi. His slightly agape mouth and intense gaze told me how close to cumming he was.

I wasn’t about to leave him suffering, so I wrapped my lips around his cock and slid down the shaft. He immediately came. I thought I’d shot hard and long, but Bi was like a fire hose. I swallowed the first couple spurts immediately and then let jizz pool in my mouth. When Bi emptied himself, I tilted back my head to show him what he had done and then let the cum slide down my throat.

Neither of us like to hang out much after we cum, so I took off the bra and quickly dressed in my office clothes, while Bi went to the bathroom to clean up. I shoved the bra in my pocket, showed myself to the door and headed home.

The shame of going through with another hookup still covered me like a dirty film two hours later. My wife went out for drinks with some of her girlfriends, so I turned on my laptop and started watching porn in bed. I went straight for the video that Bi had been playing during our hookup earlier in the day. It was so hot to relive our encounter through videos of women getting fucked missionary style. I downloaded and opened Grindr to see if Bi were around to chat. He wasn’t but my other regular was.

His screen name was MWM, short for married white male.

“I feel like a dirty whore,” I wrote to him. “I fucked a guy up the ass, and now I need to be punished for being gay.”

“Come on over,” MWM replied. “Wife is at a conference in Boston.”

Ten minutes later I was in the car on my way to my second hookup of the day. MWM and I had a different kind of understanding than Bi and I did. Bi and I pretended to be “in love” and accepted each other’s sexuality. We took our time together, and I was usually the top. But MWM and I were the opposite. We were disgusted with ourselves for our addiction to gay sex, and expressed it ironically enough through gay sex. By fucking me up the ass, he showed that he wasn’t really gay, that all he needed was a warm hole for his cock. By taking his cock up the ass, I wallowed in the dirtiness of closeted homosexuality. We both thoroughly enjoyed the arrangement. Sex was always intense but short. Most of our hookups lasted less than 10 minutes.

MWM lived in a two-story white suburban house about 15 minutes from my place. I parked next to his Tesla and walked up the path to front door. Even though this was probably our 10th or 11th hookup, my heart still raced. I knocked at the door gently, irrationally afraid that someone might hear. The door opened immediately, and MWM let me in, careful to conceal himself from anyone who might be outside. When I stepped into the foyer, I saw why. He was naked from head to toe. It was obvious he wasn’t going to need any help getting hard.

As soon as MWM closed the door, he grabbed me and pulled my body tight to his. He mashed his lips against mine and forced his tongue into my mouth. Before I could respond, he withdrew.

“I am going to fuck you so hard,” he said through gritted teeth. “Strip and get on the blanket.”

Just beyond the foyer was the living room, where a white blanket was spread out on the floor in front of the TV. On the screen was a compilation of women looking into the camera while getting fucked doggy style. I did exactly as MWM asked. Moans and shrieks from the video filled the room. MWM didn’t need to tell me what to do next. I got in the doggy style position facing the TV.

He handed me a tube of KY Jelly. I spurted some gel onto my fingers and reached back to lube my asshole. MWM got on his knees behind me.

“I’m gonna use you as a cum dump, bitch,” he said. “Do you like that, you fucking whore?”

“Punish me, baby,” I said. “I’m a cheating whore.”

He pushed his eight-inch dong between my cheeks and into my hole in one fluid motion. The pain was tremendous. I felt so violated. I loved it. MWM reached around my body and took my cock in his hand. He started stroking me while fucking my ass. He would pull out slowly and then ram himself back in hard and fast.

“I’m not gay,” he whispered while pulling back from a thrust.

MWM pulled back almost to the point I thought he was going break connection, but then he slammed his rod deep into my guts. A lighting bolt shot through my body. I winced but loved it at the same time.

“Say it!” he whispered. “Tell me I’m not gay.”

“You aren’t gay,” I said.

He began pulling back as if reloading.

“Are you gay?” he asked.

“Yes, baby,” I said. “I am a super gay cum slut just for you. I love how you fuck me!”

Rather than popping me, MWM changed his stroke completely. He started making love to my ass. With each thrust, a little more of the pain went away and turned to pleasure. Pretty soon, MWM and I were both moaning.

The immensity of what I had been doing all day hit me all of a sudden. The porn, the anal sex with two different guys. I couldn’t hold back anymore. My load shot all over the blanket. I think MWM sensed it because as soon as I started cumming, he plunged himself inside me one last time and blasted his cum deep up my hole.

As soon as he pulled out, he got up and stepped away to grab a towel that had been draped over the back of the leather couch. I knew the deal. I quickly dressed and headed for the door, no towel needed. Neither of us said a word or even acknowledged each other as I let myself out. I knew we’d talk about it on Grindr later.

So that’s how deep I have gotten into gay sex this time. This binge has lasted the better part of four months, and it is totally out of control. It started when I fucked a married cross-dresser up the ass in his hotel room, which was five minutes from office. Then I felt guilty and took two weeks off. But then Bi got his own place, and we started banging. MWM and I met on Grindr two weeks after Bi and I started.

The other day I took a count and realized that in one week I had sex seven times with four different people. My wife three times (Monday, Friday and Saturday), Bi twice (both on Tuesday), MWM once (Thursday) and a married guy sucked my cock in his hotel room (also Thursday). That’s extraordinary. It’s definitely the most sex I’ve ever had in my life, and I have no intention of stopping.

One of my favorite parts of writing these stories is hearing from other guys who have done some of the same things and have the same fantasies I do. It’s so hot to know you get it. Just as you jack off to my stories, I do the same to your comments. So let me know about some of your hottest hookups. We all love new stroke material!