I suspected he felt the same way for me, but neither of us said anything. Why? Fear. Because saying it out loud would confirm that these feelings were... real, and not a fantasy. I mean, I was married and happy. He was, too. To go on this path would be stupid.The problem with trying to ignore feelings is that they often accumulate, and when it overflows, you can’t control it anymore. Within six months, my feelings for him were so intense that it affected my personal life. One day, I couldn’t stand. Our embrace was very strong which confirmed our strength as men, but it also emphasized the taboo of male contact, which was what we both desperately desired. Necking with him turned me on more than I could have ever imagined. We were lapping each other up. Our cocks were both throbbing in our full press. I reached down to try to fondle him and he shifted. I said to him through our kiss “I want you. Ohh I want all of you”David still holding tight “oh fuck this is wild man, what is happening. A few seconds later my stomach chimed it. Joy backed off and said “are you hungry?” “Yes I am” . Then she stood up and lead me by the hand to the kitchen. There I ate fried chicken and corn on the cob. To wash it down Joy gave me some sweet tea to toast the event of me becoming a man. But this birthday gift it was far from being done. “Are you ready for round 2?” she asked. Joy lead me to her bed. Soon we were hugging, kissing and fondling each other like before but with more heated passion.. " I cut her off with a smile and told her I felt it too. She sat down next to me and we started to get to know each other. When it was time to go we stared at each other for a moment, then..suddenly she reached out and pulled me in for a deep, passionate kiss. And she left. It was like minutes before I regained my composure enough to realize that Tara was out of sight, and I had forgotten to get her number.I spent a week straight having lunch at that very same bench, but no Tara. I was.