An Innocent Poer Game?

I encourage you to read the previous 2 chapters to understand characters and context

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Monday night had been so crazy with Don and his wife, but I couldn't get Donnie, the waiter, out of my mind. He was so different than Don, really handsome in his own way. Slender, fit, but not muscular like Don. His penetrating way of looking at me as he waited on my wife and I at dinner on Monday, and he knew I was looking when he would discreetly grab his big, and growing bulge!

Thursday had finally come and as I drove home I felt compelled to stop by the bar and see Donnie. I was conflicted. I felt a stirring in my groin that was new to me. I felt it for the first time Monday night when I would meet Donnie's gaze as he would grab his stuff. Now it was stronger. My ass, my balls, my cock all had this connected sensation. I knew I should go home to my beautiful wife, but my body was telling me I needed to go see him. I argued with myself that last week with Don was a one time, one person thing. I couldn't be gay? could I? With Don we were in the security of his house just playing, experimenting with something new. Nothing serious. Going to see Donnie would be my choice, a conscious decision, and in public. I was curious to know what I would feel when I saw him, what I would do, how I would act. I felt myself getting an erection from thinking about his good looks, and his buldge, wondering how big his cock was. I gave in to this growing urge that I needed to understand, and decided to stop by for just one beer, I had to know if I was gay, to see if there really was some magic between us, me and a man, or if it had all been my imagination.

I walked in and sat at the bar. I saw Donnie serving a couple at the other end of the bar. Watching him I felt the stirring getting stronger. When he finished with them he brought me a Guinness beer. "It's great to see you, Donnie. How did you know what I wanted?"

He looked me in the eyes, "How could I forget? And I'm not talking about the beer. I've been hoping you would come in all week. The way you would look at me the other night gave me chills. It's been a long time since a man has made me feel the way you do. I had to struggle all that night to not get an erection, and your staring at my bulge didn't help. I felt a strong connection with you. All I could think about was how I imagined that you wanted to suck my cock. And I would love for that to happen. Was I right?"

"So you thought that I was gay? A cock sucker? You must be a mind reader. I think I just might be becoming one. The thought definitely did occur to me, and I would love to. I found it impossible not to notice your big bulge and imagine what a nice cock you must have and how I did want to suck you. And watching you walk away made me think about how I would love to fuck your hot ass."

"Well, how about that! I never would have picked you out as gay, except for how you stared at my crotch and looked deep into my eyes and hold my gaze. I couldn't look away. And, Steve, you must be a mind reader, too. I have been thinking all week about how great hooking up with you would be. I would just love for you to take my ass. I think we could have a lot of fun together."

I continued to drink, more than my one beer, and between his serving other customers, we continued our conversation with strong sexual overtones. I told him about my first gay experience with Don last week and how he was planning to fuck me Saturday. He seemed especially interested when I described sucking Don's big cock and how much I enjoyed it, especially when he came in my mouth.

"Steve, that's so hot, and you swallowed your first time! And now you want to suck me! I can't wait! I'm getting a hard just talking to you."

I found myself becoming enamored with him, attracted to him, wanting him as a whole person, in more than just a sexual way. And I sensed the feelings, the electricity between us was mutual. As we talked, I would look into his eyes and realized I wanted to kiss his full lips. I needed to take a piss and Donnie pointed me in the right direction. I entered the Men's room to find three sinks next to three urinals, then three stalls. There were no partitions between the urinals, and the stalls had full length doors. I went up to the middle urinal, opened my belt, unzipped and pulled out my simi-hard cock. The sexual tension and conversation definitely had arosed me. As I pissed I heard the door open and Donnie walked up to the urinal on my left and looked over at me as he unfastened his belt, unzipped and pulled his cock out.

"Steve, that's a nice cock you have there."

I looked him in the eyes and then down at his cock, and was impressed with it. It was already hard and had to be at least 8 inches, like Don's, but only thicker. "Thanks, Donnie, your cock is every bit as hot as I've been imagining all week." I reached over and grabbed it, wrapping my fingers around it's impressive girth, and stroked it and started to pull him by his cock towards the stalls. "I have to have it now!"

I pulled him into the last stall and closed the door, pushing him up against the wall. I leaned in and kissed him firmly on the lips, pushing my tongue into his mouth. We started to grind our cocks together as we kissed. Kissing him, a man, my first MAN kiss, was amazing. I couldn't get his cock out of my mind and sank to my knees, pulling his pants down to his ankles. I grabbed his cock as I admired it, inches from my face. I was the aggressor now with Donnie, where Don had been the aggressor on Saturday, seducing me to suck his cock. Any hesitation about my lust for cock was gone, and I thought, how could any man or woman resist sucking such a beautiful thing. I licked his hairy balls and inhaled his aroma. It was so erotic smelling his manliness, licking his balls and stroking his big cock. I thought, it was so easy, I was so easy. It felt so natural. Am I becoming a cock whore? I knew that any woman who was so quick to suck cock would be considered a whore. I leaned in and held it to my cheek. It's skin was smooth,and velvety. I felt it's heat on my face, and got lost in thought.

"Don't tease me, Steve! Suck me, please!" I licked from the base slowly up to the tip, licked around the head and engulfed it into my mouth and began to let it slowly slide deeper into my mouth and throat until my nose hit his stomach. His cock head was deep, passed a gag reflex that I apparently didn't have, and was stretching my throat. I looked up at Donnie who had unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it back over his shoulders, giving me a view of his lean, swimmers build with a light covering of dark hair, such a contrast to Don's shaved muscles. His head was back against the wall and he was moaning with pleasure. I felt confident in my developing cocksucking ability, after Don had told me how good I was. I knew from his moaning I could please him and satisfy my hunger for his cum.

I continued to slowly bob up and down his fat cock and reached around with one hand and began to squeeze his firm ass. I moved my hand ever closer to his ass hole as I enjoyed his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. He started to moan as my finger found his hole and started to gently massage it. I began to push my finger in and coordinated my probing with my other hand stroking his shaft and my sucking on his cock head.

"Oh yea, Steve, finger my ass, yea, that feels great."

His encouragement wasn't needed but was appreciated. I probed deeper and sucked harder. He grabbed my head with both hands, holding my head still with just the head and a couple of inches of his big cock in my mouth. I continued to probe his ass, stroke the shaft, and massage the underside of his cock head with my tongue, maintaining strong suction. I sensed the moment I was looking forward to was approaching. My finger felt his ass clinch it tight, my other hand felt a surge in the underside of his cock as it jerked and immediately unloaded a shot of cum in my mouth. He continued to jerk and fill my mouth with his delicious seed. Too soon his eruptions ended and he started to soften in my mouth. I swallowed his cum and was reluctant to stop, slowly moving up and down the softening shaft, working to suck every last drop out. He pushed my head back and looked down at me. I met his gaze.

"That was amazing, probably the best blowjob I've ever had."

Feeling proud and accomplished, I kissed my way up his flat, hairy stomach, stopping at each nipple to suck on them momentarily, before moving up and kissing him deeply. I pressed my erection into his softened cock and stomach. He broke off the kiss and said "I really want you to fuck me, but I have to get back to work. We've been in here too long."

I let him leave the restroom first, not wanting to walk out together, which others might notice and make assumptions, which would have been correct. I washed my hands and looked at myself in the mirror and winked at myself. Yes, there's no doubt, I'm definitely a cocksucker, I definitely love to suck cock, and know I love the idea of fucking Donnie. I will definitely make that happen.

As I walked out past the bar, Donnie called out to me, "Have one more beer on me!"

I had no guilt or need to flee what I had done. No, in fact, I was glad he called out, and wanted to spend more time with him. We gazed into each other's eyes like two lovers, oblivious to those around us. I finished my beer. We were both leaning on the bar, our faces close. I stood up, put my hand behind his head and pulled him to me, giving him a passionate kiss. He looked stunned that I had kissed him like that, with others watching. I was surprised that I had done it also. "Donnie, I can't wait to kiss you again, and .... We definitely need to get together, again, SOON!"

Driving home my mind replayed what had just happened. I really enjoyed it, and knew I wanted to see him again. Then I remembered my plans for Saturday, knowing Don planned on fucking me. Would I enjoy it? Being a cocksucker felt good, but giving my ass to Don would definitely be gay, as if sucking Donnie and kissing him in the bar wasn't? I was looking forward to experiencing it. I realized I hadn't cum yet, and hoped my wife would be in the mood.

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