I had never thought of myself as being gay but there I was driving to what was apparently my second date with a man. The first date had been a bit of a surprise. We met through friends at a party and went for drinks a few days later for what I thought was just two straight guys hanging out. At the end of the night he told me he had a great time and that he wanted to see me again, then he stepped in, grabbed my ass and kissed me. I was shocked and horrified and incredibly turned on all at once. I was in such shell shock I was unable to tell him I was straight.
How straight I was became increasingly unclear after that kiss. I couldn't get him out of my mind, every time I thought of the kiss I would become instantly hard. I had masturbated thinking of him, and even fingered my ass in the shower. Was I gay? I didn't know but I was more excited and nervous on the drive to the bar than I had ever been in my entire life.
I arrived at the bar and he was sitting in a dimly lit booth waiting. He stood and hugged me and we sat and ordered drinks. Slowly we inched closer together as we got more and more drinks until we were both tipsy and sitting so close we were touching.
"I'm going to go out on a limb and guess you've never been with a man before?" he calmly spoke as he looked deeply into my eyes. I gulped and nervously replied "Not yet." without breaking eye contact. He laughed and replied "Yet. Good, I'm glad we're on the same page".
He then took my hand and placed it on his crotch as he put his arm around me and pulled me in close. I don't know why but I instinctively started to rub his cock through his pants and a big smile came over his face.
He touched his lips to my ear and said "It's not too late to change your mind, but here's what you need to know. I'm a man, an alpha, and a dominant top. That means if we pursue anything you will be a bottom, and I will make you beg me to take you. You will beg me to suck my cock, you will beg me to fuck your virgin ass, and eventually you will beg to be my bitch. If you don't want that we can pay our bar tab and go. If you do want it then look me in the eyes and ask if you can stroke my cock." He was so masculine and dominant. The way he laid it out without even asking my opinion, and especially the way he used the word bitch had me harder than I'd ever been in my entire life.
"Please." I heard myself say without evening thinking, "Please can I stroke your cock!". And there it was. He smiled knowingly, he knew I had just surrendered and he would get anything and everything he wanted from me. Looking in his eyes I knew I wouldn't be able to say no.
He suddenly stood and beckoned me to follow as he handed the server a tremendous amount of money to cover the tip and tab. We walked outside into the dark parking lot where his car was parked all the way in the back. He pushed me up against his SUV and kissed me deeply as he squeezed my ass and pressed into me with his crotch.
Then he stopped and said "Well you asked me for it... go ahead." as he pushed his hips toward me.