This is a fictional story about some fantasies I've had. All characters and events are fictional.
Frank was typically a down to earth guy. He was happy in his relationship, and his wife kept things interesting in bed to say the least, but it didn't mean certain ideas didn't start looping in his brain. At 5'8" 140 lbs with brown eyes and black hair, Frank wasn't a super model, nor a large guy, but generally attractive and in shape. He'd always had a bisexual curiosity. Plenty of times he caught himself scrolling through porn until he came across men, and specifically cocks.
IT usually started the same way. He'd peruse the women posing, lesbian sex, men being pegged by women, tranny stuff (he supposed it was the best of both worlds) bi sex and work his way to looking at cocks. Nothing turned him on more than the thought of two guys rubbing one out together, assisting each other, and mostly, rubbing their cocks together. There was something about two hard, engorged, throbbing dicks, sliding along each other, lubed by hot oozing precum in one hand. The shafts and heads shifting across each other like well oiled pistons, pumping in to the chasm of a firm hand, coating the hand with each repetition.
In his past Frank had messed around with a few guys. One had been an older guy when Frank was about 17 years old. But it had been years, and especially not since he had been married. Sometimes he could feel the saliva build in his mouth as it watered thinking of a thick juicy shaft plummeting in and jousting across his tongue, leaving the salty taste of man juice, or his muscles tighten around his asshole imagining a finger diving in and out of it, his muscles squeezing on it with each touch. While he had never been into the whole cuckold thing, or humiliation, something about someone with a bigger cock taking control, gentle, but confident and assertive control of his wanting body really turned up the heat, and left his cock struggling against the canvas of his jeans, trying to break free of its confines. His cock when fully erect was 7", with a decent head, (not huge) and 5.5" around. It wasn't super thick, more so long and thin with a upward curve. It didn't quite fill his hand, and something about filling his hand with a fat, spongy dick drove him nuts. But as usual, he sucked the thoughts back in and failed to act on them.
So one night Frank's wife was hanging out with a friend and frank just felt like going for a beer. His friends were busy so he went to a place he hadn't been just for something different. It had been a long week and he really didn't want to drink at home and do the normal thing, run into the normal crew, but something out of the ordinary routine. It was a regular bar, a little out in country, and he walked into a dimly lit scene with some old country playing on the radio. First he ordered a double shot of whiskey, and unfortunately a bud, but the bar didn't have many great options. Sure, they're cheap, but hell, they're half water. Good thing he started with whiskey. He didn't look like a city boy, or a fashionista of any kind, so at least he wasn't out of place. There were couples, and the group of guys here and there talking about a beam on a roof they put up or the list of things their wife wanted them to do. Nothing hot or steamy about the situation at all, but Frank was fine with that. It hadn't been his intention at the time to seek it out.
He chatted random bullshit with the bartender a bit and after four or five was thinking about leaving. Nobody was really striking up conversation, and the ones around him weren't worth the discussion. Then, a second later, a guy pulled up the stool next to him. He ordered a few shots of tequila. He was 6'4" dark hair and blues eyes, looked in shape and his hands were massive compared to Frank's
"One of those nights, I take it?" He smirked
"yeah, seemed like a night for a few drinks. But this is what it is to...(glancing around at the nothing that enveloped this bar)"
"Yep"
They joked for a little while about the beer selection, and other random stuff. He was seeing a woman and they talked about their girls for a while. Then randomly he looked at Frank letting his eyes roll up and down him quickly, but fast enough to not be overly obvious, said,
"My girl would like you, I'm sure."
Frank almost blushed for some reason, " yeah? in what way?" Frank wondered
"Oh, just that I think she'd find you cute, and I'm sure you'd get along."
It was an awkward moment for Frank. It's not often a man talks about their girl finding another cute or "likable."
"She must have good taste" Frank laughed it off. "
"Yeah, our tastes seem to line up. Name's chuck by the way," he extended his massive hand.
"Frank, nice to meet you chuck." Frank could feel the blood rushing to his dick, slowly filling his pants and pressing against the canvas of his fitting jeans. Why did this excite him so much?
"Unfortunately the girl is out of town, or I'd be heading home and bending her sweet ass over again and again." Chuck said.
The image rolled around in Frank's mind.
"She has nice perky little tits that bounce just enough, a firm little behind, just soft enough you don't jab yourself and some tight abs. And she can't ever quite get enough cock if you know what I mean." He smiled.
"Sounds like you picked a good one," Frank said hoping not to cross any lines with his new found friend, while his cock had formed an obvious tent without him noticing. He had been hoping that the ledge of the bar would conceal it.
"Looks like your words aren't the only thing expressing that," he made a sure glance down at Frank's jeans that were straining. Frank had no clue quite what to say. In some close friend circles he could understand that being a normal straight thing, but never had another guy ever verbally taken notice of his cock.
Sheepishly Frank said," perky tits on the mind do it every time I suppose."
"you're telling me, looks like your packing some fun there though." Chuck smiled.
"Oh, thanks."
Chuck changed the subject, seemingly noticing how Frank was a little thrown off. Some more bullshitting continued for a bit.
Then with a sigh he said, "well, since that ain't happening tonight, and this beer sucks, I've got some better beer at my place and a pool table at least If you want a change of scenery because it sure as he'll isn't going on here."
"Yeah, sure. Why not." Typically that would have set off Frank's danger alarm, but the alcohol was helping a bit with that.
Chucks place was only a few minutes away. He cracked open some nice strong beers and handed Frank one, "looks like you know to keep on nice firm grip on these slippery things."
