[quote]able to have sex for so long with their ex wives, and both of them said it was easy. Are they lying?
No, they're not lying. As one poster said, they were young and could fuck anything, which is a bit of a simplification, but built around a kernel of truth. Remember we're talking about men, and men are genetically wired to "spread their seed." Growing up gay, particularly in a religious environment, is hard and a lot of men struggle with their same-sex attraction thanks to powerful figures in their lives repeatedly telling them that homosexuality is a sin, a choice, and it is better to choose to be miserable and live a lie than it is to be happy, healthy, authentic and gay. That's the irony of religious nuts claiming homosexuality is a choice.
[quote]Also, these two guys were sexual with each other in the past when one of them was still married, and since then they both hate each other.
...and filling in the blanks, I'm going to guess that the one in the closet was pissed when his fuckbuddy came out, publicly, and it outed the closeted one in a roundabout way, probably leading to questions between he and his wife and their split, which ultimately he blames on his out buddy because everything was going great until buddy had to go and blab all of the deets... and no, I'm not speaking from experience here, aside from knowing how oppressive and uncomfortable the closet is.
Which is not to say I'm a gold-star gay. I had a serious girlfriend that started in high school and lasted through college, with a six-month break (in which we both dated men). I felt a connection with her that until I met my husband, I didn't think was possible to have with more than one person in your life. If I weren't gay, we would have gotten married, had two kids and lead the perfect American life. We were simpatico. There were many reasons why, not the least of which was that we were matched sexually; she always said she was a gay man trapped in a woman's body. We dated for a total of 3.5 years, and during that time, rarely a day went by that we didn't fuck. Even during our brief split, we still fucked. Not to be cute, but for me there was something missing. And by the end, I knew it was untenable... and so did she.
Which is not to say that I didn't love her, and her me. I still hold the memory in my heart and think about her now and then; we haven't spoken in a long time, but keep tabs on each other via mutual friends. Another irony is that the mutual friend who introduced us also introduced her to her husband (of now, 20+ years) and when he told me she'd had a daughter and that she'd named their daughter one that we'd discussed for our hypothetical kids, I was touched. I was also, in an odd way, relieved; one of the ways in which I realized the relationship was unworkable was because, deep down, I didn't and don't want to pass my family genes on to another generation (another long story best summarized as wisely keeping the cork in that bottle).