Military friends (a true story)

Hello everyone. First of all let me introduce myself: I am 30 years old, married, light brown eyes and hair, 1.80 in height, 78 kg, chest, legs and arms with very visible hair, I have been married for eight years and have two children. Since I realized that I like men as much as women, I tried in every way to suppress this desire inside me, I even tried to forget and never approach anyone (man) who had a desire beyond a simple friendship. I'm aware of my desires for other men, I've even fallen in love a few times, only I never let anyone know about it. They never suspected that I have these desires. I always let this feeling pass and over time it would eventually consume me, even though I've already suffered a lot from it and hurt me too much. As I matured over the years, I decided that I had to do something to feed this desire. I found on the Internet sites where I could see pictures of naked men, trans, movies and stories. I read whenever I can and imagine myself in the skin of the guys who tell their stories. I work as a Military in a small department with about 30 military (men) and I am their head. None of them until a few days had aroused my interest, I always treated them as subordinates and they treated me as a hierarchical superior, I always made clear my functional situation, but this never bothered our friendship, with everyone on an equal footing. Only one of them captivated me and we became good friends, very friends. He is also married, he has no brothers, he is the same age, the same physical size (he is a little whiter than me, almost blonde), even they say we are brothers (some people even confuse us), with some differences, of course; he has only one son. We were always talking about our favorite types of women. Both he and I had gone out a few times with other women, once we went out together and he was with a girl and I was with a friend of hers. I've always liked women and I even consider myself quite a chicken. We exchanged figurines about our desires, like the position we like the most, the type of women, hair, the manner of women, those things... As time went on, I became more and more interested in his stories, and I became more and more interested in the sympathy and the friendship and the sincerity that he had, qualities that I think are very rare these days, and as time went on, I also realized that I liked him more than normal, something that I had never felt before, and I thought that there was something about him, too, but I was very afraid to open up because we had never talked about homosexuality and I didn't know what he thought about it, and when we met, we both said how sorry we were that we couldn't spend more time together, and we felt like brothers who had spent their lives apart and found that we missed each other, and when we weren't together, we were on the phone. One day we went on a trip together and we had to sleep in a small hotel in a very small town. Usually, in the military, people of different hierarchical grades sleep in different rooms, but we had no choice, because there was only one empty room. The room was very small and there were two beds, we took a bath and we went back to sleep in our underwear, we talked a little and we fell asleep. It started to rain, a lot of water fell out of the window and my bed got soaked. He kindly offered me his bed to sleep in saying that he would throw a blanket on the floor and sleep there, it was very hot, there was no fan in the room. At the time I was half out of grace and he decided to share the bed with him. Deciding to masturbate with me he could not refuse it. But it would be a unique opportunity to feel a little more of his body next to me. He loved it. He loved me a few positions next to him. He continued to dress on my opposite side and we went back to sleep a little more clearly. We were talking a little more and we fell asleep. I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, cried, I c, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, cried, I c, I c, I cried, I cried, I c, I c, I cried, I cried, I cried, I c, c, I c, I c, I c, I c, I c, I cried, I c, I c, I c, I c, I c, I c, I c, I c, I c, I c, I c, I c, I c, I c, I c, I c, I c, I c, d, I c, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I d, I e, I d, I e, I d, I e, I e, I d, I d, I e, Later when I felt movements in his body, I was a bit sleepy, but it gave me pleasure to realize that he was trying to lower my panties. We were waiting for us to be a little bit my body leaving things easier for him. As soon as he lowered it I felt the head of his dick against my ass, it made me crazy and at the same time I did not know what to do. I let things roll. I felt that his dick was all molasses and that it entered easily in the middle of my ass. I was afraid that he was going to try to penetrate me, as I said I had never had any gay relationship before, but I always heard that it did. His movements were increasing and his more and more lubricated, his head began to force the entrance of my butt (completely turned from the ass). He was holding me tightly by the waist, he liked to suck my legs, he was a perfect person He was waiting for us to be a little bit more excited because we were in the middle of my back. He let us go through that crazy time, it made me feel crazy, and of course he kept kissing me, and at the same time I did not know what to do. We've been together for nine months and although no one has suspected anything I just feel and suffer too because he doesn't tell me things that I would like to hear from him, like if he likes me or is simply fulfilling a wish or is just a fetish because I'm his boss. I look for him more than he for me, to be honest I always invite him out when we have the opportunity. His feelings intrigue me a lot, sometimes I think he likes me too, but he runs away because he doesn't know how to deal with this new feeling that he's feeling in him. I believe when he talks that he's never felt what he's feeling for another man like this, that he's very confused about it. Sometimes we cry together because that's why we live. Until one day he was fighting and fucked up. He was crying on one side and we were crying on the other side for a few days, we just talked for a while, when we ended up not being able to get everything on the phone, to be honest I always invite him out when we get the chance. Sometimes I think he likes me too, but he runs away because he doesn't know how to deal with this new feeling he's feeling that he's feeling in him. I believe that he's very confused about it. That story is so true. Since I have other (and many) true stories to tell, you can call me "Angel" and my friend calls me "Shadow". If you want to help me by telling me what you think of all this you can write to me. ♪ You're the one that I love ♪