Straights with Secrets: The 6-Story Bundle Pack of Straight Guys who Stray to Gay

By Tosh Turner

Following on from the best selling 'Straight Guys who Suck Cock' series this is a 'must-have' bundle pack consisting of 5 more zip busters featuring straight, sometimes married, guys who weaken and submit to the ever-present temptation of man-flesh.

Guys living double lives who just can't live without cock.

Titles: My Secret , I'm Not Gay - I'm Married , The Bachelor Boy, Hornier than Ever, The 18 Year Old Kid's Crazy Deal,  and, Begging for It

This is graphically written hot and nasty man-on-man sex by best-selling author Tosh Turner. Erotic incidents of singles and married men prowling around for casual sex with strangers, workmates... any hot looking guy they can grab!  Like it raw and randy? So do these guys - strong sexual content suitable for mature adults and over 18's only. Buy Now!

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tosh Turner
• Release date: May 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393752004

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My Secret

As I sat there on my date with Sharon, the nice girl who lived downstairs in my apartment, I couldn't help wondering why I was even here. Sure, she was nice and yes, she had a great rack, but there wasn't much more about her that interested me. I didn't know why I had invited her out in the first place except that it had been almost two months since we'd met, since I'd moved in, and I supposed that after all this time of passing her in the halls, it was about time that I did something other than smile at her and toss around a few meaningless pleasantries.

I'd always been good at this part, at asking people out, seeing their faces light up. I was certainly not a bad catch, if I did say so myself. I was tall, handsome, and strong. I had a good job, which always seemed to attract people looking for something more than just a one-night stand. I didn't care if they wanted me for my money, though. That wasn't why I was there. I was there because a date was a date and if there was sex afterwards, even better for me.

Sharon was giggling at something, and I should have been paying attention to the way she kept touching my arm, how she ducked her head, curly brown hair falling in her face. I should have been thinking of my next move, what I was going to say to get her back to my apartment. I knew that it probably wouldn't take much, not considering how low the wine was in her second glass of the night.

All it would take was probably my hand around her waist and a few words whispered in her ear.

That wasn't what I wanted, though, not tonight. Tonight, I was more interested in something other than the usual boring sex with a woman that I may or may not ever see again.

There were plenty of women in the world and my mother kept asking when I was going to settle down and marry one, but I just couldn't quite bring myself to do it. There were so many other things I could be doing instead of marrying some woman.

Sure, there were women out there that I might have considered marrying, if the circumstances were right. I liked women. I liked them a lot. They were soft and pretty and they always liked to snuggle on the couch while watching a movie. They could be dirty too, going down on me in the back of my car when I least expected it, but they weren't everything that I wanted.

There were so many other things out there that I could have and picking just one seemed like a complete waste.

Sharon smiled at me across the table, a flush on her cheeks from the wine. I hadn't expected her to be like this, to want to go so far so fast. Most women liked to take it slow, or at least in my experience, they had. Some of my friends told me stories about fucking women on the first date, but for the most part, I assumed that was just bluffing, bragging about experiences they hadn't had. I just assumed the women had left them on their doorsteps without so much as a kiss. I knew how guys worked. Hell, I'd done it myself.

You ready to head home? I asked as Sharon laughed and nodded, pulling her napkin from her lap and setting it on the table. She stood up, wobbling just a little, but she steadier herself and smiled at me. I wondered exactly how drunk she was, not that it would make much of a difference. I already knew how the evening was going to go.

I paid the bill and escorted her out of the restaurant and back to my car. It was easy considering we both lived in the same apartment building.

The drive home was quick but I spent most of it thinking about what I was going to do when I got home, what I was going to do with Sharon. She didn't speak during the drive, gazing out the window, her cheeks still flushed with heat, from the wine and maybe from how my hand rested on her leg.

It was mostly a habit, and there was really nothing wrong with Sharon. She was a nice girl and I might go out with her again at some point, but right now, I had other things on my mind, other things I would rather be doing.

Our apartment building was a little ways into downtown and I pulled into the parking lot, going around and opening the door for her. She giggled and accepted the hand I offered, walking with me to the stairwell.

We stopped at her apartment first, and she paused, not digging for her keys, but staring at me as if waiting. I knew what she was waiting for, so I leaned in and kissed her softly.

Do you want to come in? she asked breathlessly, and I could smell the alcohol.

I smiled, releasing her hand slowly. It's getting late. I have work tomorrow.

I did have work tomorrow, but that had absolutely nothing to do with why I was turning down her offer when I knew full well what it would lead to. I knew that if I went inside, I would have her naked within minutes and she would be screaming my name. That wasn't what I wanted, though, not tonight.

She blinked, looking surprised. Oh.

I'll see you later, though, I said, brushing a thumb against her cheek and flashing her a smile. She seemed to accept it, ducking her head again and finally pulling out her keys. Goodnight.

'Night, she said quietly, and I waited until she slipped inside and shut the door before turning, heading back to the stairs and climbing up a few floors to my own apartment.

I didn't know how awkward it might be later on, but hopefully she wouldn't remember the awkwardness, the way I'd carefully turned down her offer. She probably wouldn't. I wouldn't have anything to worry about.

At my own apartment, I tossed my keys on the counter and collapsed on the couch.

There was nothing to do in my apartment, nothing but sit around and contemplate why I'd really said no. There wasn't a real rhyme or reason to it.

The only thing that I knew was that I had something better to do than Sharon, or rather, something I'd much rather do and all it would take were a few words typed into my phone.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, flipping it open and starting a new text message. It was quick and easy, just a short invitation to someone who I knew would be over here in less than ten minutes as long as they got the message right away.

I wasn't really sure when this had started, when I'd rather invite this person over rather than just taking home whatever date I had and doing what I wanted to them. They were almost always willing. I never seemed to get the bossy girls, the ones who told me exactly what to do and where to do it. Usually it was just me trying to figure out what they wanted. It could be so much of a hassle.

This way, it was so much easier.

Sitting back, I relaxed on the couch, considering cracking open a beer, but it was already late and I did have work the next morning, even if I had no intentions of going to bed any time soon. Beer probably wasn't the best idea, though, considering I'd already been through a couple glasses of wine tonight. It was no use to show up to work hung-over. Besides, I didn't want to be drunk for this.

I was drunk the first time, drunk the first time anything like this had happened. I'd woken up the next morning with lines on my face from my pillow and a pain that I couldn't quite explain in my body. Since then, though I hadn't been drunk. There was no point in being drunk. I didn't have to explain this to anyone and I didn't need to explain it to myself. I enjoyed it. Plain and simple. There was no explanation necessary.

I wasn't ashamed of it, but it wasn't as if I was going to make it public knowledge any time soon. Some things were better kept private, and I was sure my mother would have had a fit if she'd ever found out. Besides, it was nothing serious, just something I enjoyed from time to time, something to break up the monotony of dating.

I kept an eye on the clock, though, already anticipating the knock on the door and what I would say when I opened the door.

Five minutes passed and then ten. I checked