Marc and I sat at the dining table eating the food that had been delivered right after I had given him a blowjob. We were both still coming down from our post-sexual high. Marc had put back on his athletic shorts and a t-shirt.
"So, Nick, you want to tell me why you're wearing a very not-straight-looking jockstrap? Not that I'm complaining. I think it looks great. It's just not the type of underwear that I'd expect a "straight guy" to own."
He made exaggerated air quotes with his hands when he said "straight guy." I chuckled.
"That's a funny story...So the other day, I was with Carole, my friend from work. She could tell there was something on my mind, and I eventually broke down and told her about what happened the other night. Later that day, I found a box with two jockstraps on my desk chair. She said that I'd need them for all the fun that I'd soon be having. Guess she was right."
I deliberately did not mention the anal training kit that had also been in Carole's little present. I still wasn't sure about that and didn't want Marc to get any ideas before I was ready for him to.
"So you told her everything? You told her how you were fully seduced by your gay roommate, and she wanted to prepare you for further depravity?"
"Pretty much, I guess. She's an interesting one, for sure."
"That's fucking hilarious...So, we've established that you loved receiving your first gay blowjob. And you seemed pretty enthusiastic about giving your first gay blowjob. What conclusions can we draw from these experiments, hmm?"
Marc had a self-satisfied smirk as he asked this question.
"I guess I'm at a point now where I just need to broaden my sexual horizons. For the last year of being married, I was pretty much celibate. Granted, I didn't think that broadening my horizons would include sucking a cock and having mine sucked by a dude. I'm not complaining, though. It was honestly one of the hottest things I've ever done."
"Glad to hear it. For the record, you give a blowjob like a natural. I'm still a little skeptical that you haven't had a penis in your mouth before, but I'll take your word for it. I've had gay guys suck my dick who aren't as good as you. And, it goes without saying that I really enjoyed sucking yours too...If you're ok with it, I think there are a lot of ways we can broaden your sexual horizons. You just have to trust me. Do you trust me, Nick?" As he saud this, he fixed me with a steady and serious gaze.
"I...I guess so. I don't know... this is all so new and weird to me. A week ago I had never thought of doing anything with a guy, but now I am wearing jockstraps and sucking your dick. I don't even know what to think anymore."
"Nick, babe, don't worry about a thing. We are just going to help you to explore. We are going to help you figure out things you like, and things you don't like. But you won't know until you try them. If you are ever uncomfortable, all you have to do is say stop, and we'll stop."
Marc cleared our plates from the table and put them in the sink. I sat at the table silently, thinking about what Marc had said. This was so weird to me. I wasn't gay, was I? I had spent my entire adult life as just a run-of-the mill straight guy, but my own desires recently were anything but. What was I doing?
Marc walked down the hall to his room, pausing at the door.
"Nick, come here." He said in a voice that was authoritative but gentle at the same time. It seemed like a command that needed to be obeyed, so I followed Marc down the hall to his room.
Marc turned on a bedside lamp, but otherwise the room was dark. The light was bright enough so that I could see, but not overly harsh. It was low, seductive and atmospheric.
"Nick, like I said, as long as you trust me, everything will be fine. Now, take off your shirt and shorts."
I complied, lifting my shirt over my head, and sliding my athletic shorts to the ground and stepping out of them. Now I stood there, with only the same jockstrap I had been wearing earlier.
"Good. very nice." Marc put his hands on my shoulders and let them graze down over my pecs and nipples to my abs. I shivered involuntarily feeling his strong hands caress my chest and stomach.
"Now take off my shirt and shorts." I complied, carefully lifting Marc's shirt over his head, and then slipping my thumbs under the elastic waistband of his gym shorts and letting them fall to the ground.
Marc stood there wearing just a pair of boxer-briefs. I took note of his impressive bulge, and how the low light accentuated his muscular chest and abs.
Marc started slowly circling around me, his index finger lightly trailing around my chest and shoulders. I stood there, eyes closed, just enjoying the singular sensation of his fingertip lightly playing on my body. The situation was electrifying. He paused behind me, and I felt his fingers slide along the straps of the jock framing my ass.
Nick, this jock is so sexy." Marc then grabbed both of my asscheeks. I could feel his breath on my neck, as his hands caressed my ass. I gasped with pleasure when he started sucking on my earlobe and darting his tongue into my ear. His arms now fully encircled me, and his right hand groped my now rock-hard cock, which was straining against the fabric of the jock. With his other hand, I felt his finger start to explore my ass, lightly touching my tight hole. I thought of the anal trainer kit that Carole had gotten me which was currently sitting, unopened, under a pile of clothes in my room. I hadn't expected this situation to escalate so quickly. I hadn't even practiced for this!
"Marc, I don't know..." I said, breathlessly.
