"You're a little tease," he said in a soft effeminate tone as he cornered me in the dark hallway leading to the house's second bathroom. My heart raced as he stepped closer. I'd never been with a man but I was no stranger to bisexual fantasies. They were my guilty pleasure but I kept them a secret from everyone especially my wife. I had long wished I could share then with her but I knew she would never understand.
"I don't know what you are talking about," I stammered as he stepped closer pinning me in the corner of the long secluded hallway. He was easily 5 inches shorter than me but he had the powerful muscular body of a college athlete.
"Oh no?" He said skeptically as he reached out and brushed his hand against my semi-erect cock. He looked at me with the same fuck me eyes that he had been staring at me with all night and my knees felt weak.
"No," I replied unsteadily. I was unfamiliar with being pursued. With women I had always been in charge. I was the alpha dog but he turned that around. He moved closer until his body was just inches from me and reached down between my legs. I could smell the fresh scent as his cologne wafted up to my nose. He squeezed my fully erect dick and smiled brightly.
"Your sexy lips say 'no'," he said confidently, "but your big hard cock says 'fuck me please'. Tell the truth baby, you want me to fuck you don't you?"
I slowly shook my head "no" but the truth was that I did. It was a strange realization because in the years that I had been fantasizing about bisex I had never wanted to be fucked. My fantasies had always been singularly focused on sucking another man's cock. The person it was attached to was immaterial and I had never considered being sucked or fucked but as he stroked my dick through my shorts in the dark secluded hall that changed. I wanted to suck his cock, yes, but I also wanted to feel his hands on my body and his cock inside me.
"You're lying," he said softly as he leaned in and brushed his lips across the sensitive skin at the nape of my neck.
I bit my lip to stifle a low moan but my reaction did not go unnoticed.
"I heard that," he said softly. His free hand slid under the hem of my shirt and touched my bare chest as he continued to stroke and squeeze my hard throbbing dick. "Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked again.
I closed my eyes and pictured the scene. I moaned openly and slowly nodded "yes."
His hand moved from my cock and he stepped back as he smiled triumphantly. He continued to stare at me with piercing blue "fuck me" eyes and my cheeks flushed crimson as I stood against with wall with a massive erection making a tent my loose fitting shorts.
I had known I was playing with fire when I first responded to his advances. He was tending bar at a friends party and my wife, Sheila, and I were in from out of town. We were staying in the first floor guest room for the night before heading back to our DC metro home. His interest had been clear from way he looked at me and I liked the way it made me feel.
My second drink had been very strong and I jokingly asked him if he was trying to get me drunk.
"Would I have to?" He had asked as his eyes bore into me. I had looked around nervously to see if anyone had seen our obviously charged interaction but we were alone at the bar.
"Even if you did," I had replied, "I don't think my wife would go for it."
"She can watch," he answered quickly. I suspected that I was not the first straight married man he had hit on and I wondered how often he was successful.
"Good luck with that," I had mused as I turned to leave. I needed fresh air to clear my head.
My next three drinks had been accompanied by similar exchanges and each time I could feel my dick swell and leak in my shorts. It was an incredibly exciting feeling and I wondered how far we would take it. Even if it ended with a fizzle I had a ton of fantasy material but I honestly hoped he would keep pushing and I didn't know how far I would let it go.
The party was breaking up and Shawn had closed the bar when I walked past him and down the secluded hall toward the guest room and the second bathroom. I smiled at him as we made, and held, eye contact on my way past him. My heart thumped in my chest and my adrenaline level surged. I hoped and wondered if he would follow me.
He did and I turned to face him just before I got to the bathroom. He looked at me with deep penetrating eyes and I felt oddly out of control as though I was a marionette and he was pulling the strings.