How Did He Now

Another business trip taking me away from my wife and young daughter. To be honest, I didn't mind the business travel but my wife was becoming less tolerant. I liked the break from the routine at home. Don't get me wrong, I love my wife and daughter. Sometimes it's just nice to get away from the daily routine.

"Do you have any recommendations where I can get something to eat?" I asked my business contact.

"What are you interested in?"

"I'm not picky. I'd go for anything."

I didn't notice the subtle change in his expression before he responded. "Well, there is a place I really like called Espresso Canteen. The food is pretty good and usually there is a really good dessert."

"Sounds good to me. Where is it?"

"Not far from your hotel actually."

He gave me directions and from the way he was acting, I was pretty sure he was letting me know he would like to have dinner with me. Ordinarily I would have invited him, but I didn't for two reasons. First, I was tired. I had traveled early that morning and just wanted to eat and go to my room to sleep. Second, he was giving off signals that he was attracted to me. Okay, let's just say it out loud. He had been flirting with me all day. It was obvious Kevin was gay, and I didn't want to give him the wrong idea. I felt bad seeing his disappointment when I didn't invite him to join me. In fact, I almost invited him but was just too tired to engage in social activities.

Espresso Canteen was a very nice place. It was not too fancy but definitely wasn't a dive. The bar area dominated the place, and I decided to try to find a place at the bar to eat and have a few drinks.

Choosing a seat away from all the other patrons, I sat down at the bar. I ordered a spicy bloody Mary and ordered some food. I just missed the rush because lots of people started to stream in and the seats became scarcer.

"Mind if I take this seat?" a strong baritone voice inquired.

"Not at all. Help yourself."

"Thanks."

The voice belonged to a tall, fit... very fit actually, good looking black man. Being so close to him made me uneasy. Not because he was black, but because he radiated confidence and strength. He made me feel... less of a man. I tried to ignore him without being rude, but he wouldn't let that happen.

"I've never seen you here before. You from out of town?"

"Uh, yeah. Just here on business." I answered apprehensively.

"What brings you here, in this place?"

"A coworker suggested it."

"First time?"

"Yeah. I guess you are a regular?"

"Pretty much. I usually find something I like."

"Any suggestions?" I asked, thinking he could steer me to something good to eat.

He smiled as he looked at me in an appraising manner. For a moment he didn't say anything. The look on his face changed as he chuckled to himself.

"What?" I asked not understanding what he found amusing.

"You really don't know, do you?"

"Know what?"

"First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Alec. And you are?" He held out his hand.

Instinctively I held out my hand. "Andrew."

When his hand took mine, a shiver went up my spine. His hand was much larger than my own. Although he didn't grip my hand tightly, I knew I couldn't pull out of his grasp if he didn't want me to. He held my hand longer than a typical greeting as our eyes locked.

"Nice to meet you, Andrew." After a brief pause, he continued. "So, you really don't know this is the local gay hang out?"

"What?!" I asked as I looked around nervously.

Alex laughed a little louder than I found comfortable. A few people nearby looked over at us.

"That's funny." Alex said with a grin. "So, you aren't gay?"

"No, not at all." I responded nervously.

"Not bi either?"

"Uh, no." My less emphatic response resulted in an almost imperceptible grin on his lips. "I'm married." I added, holding up my hand wear I wore my wedding ring.

"Plenty of married men are bi. I've even met a few in here before."

His casualness with this conversation made me more nervous but at the same time I felt a growing excitement. Part of me wanted to just throw money on the bar to cover my tab and then run out of the place. But looking at Alex and his big smile held me in my place. Was he hitting on me? Is that why he sat down next to me? Did he find me attractive?

My heart began to race. Part of me wanted to believe he found me attractive but if that was the case, and I engaged in conversation with him, how would he interpret that. I found him to be very interesting and attractive, but I wasn't interested in being with a guy.

"I really didn't know this place was..." I didn't know how to finish my thought.

"A gay pickup bar?" Alex laughed.

"Yeah, I guess." I said embarrassed.

"Well, you can still hang out even if you're not. In fact, I'll pick up your tab since your coworker seems to have either set you up as a joke or..."

"Or what?" I asked wanting him to finish his thought.

"Maybe he thought you were gay or bi."

"What? No way. I'm..."

"Married. Yeah, you said that. And as I said, plenty of men who are married are bi."

"But why would he think I was?"

"Gay men can sense other gays or bi people. Call it a sixth sense."

"Well, his sixth sense is off."

"Is it?"

"Yes! Why? Do you have a sixth sense telling you I'd be interested?"

Alex looked at me with a now serious expression on his face. When he spoke, I felt butterflies. "Yes."

For a moment I couldn't speak or even think. Alex thought I was gay or at least bi-sexual. How could he come to that conclusion.

Alex caught the attention of the bartender and asked for a drink. I have no clue what he ordered because all I could hear is my heartbeat racing in my ears. I also felt a slight stirring in my groin.

"Why... I mean. What is it... How..."

"Calm down Drew." Alex smiled at me reassuringly. "It isn't a bad thing you know. Even if my gaydar picked you out, that doesn't always mean someone like you will cross over."

"Cross over?"

"Have sex with another guy."

"Oh." I said contemplatively.

We sat in silence for a brief moment, mainly because I had no idea what I should say next. Alex patted me on the shoulder. His touch sent tingles all over my body. He could see the slight shiver of my body as a result of his action.

"So..." Alex said as he looked into my eyes.

The way he looked at me and the feeling of his hand on my shoulder caused my groin to react. I was getting excited! Buy why? I wasn't gay. I'd never been with a guy or even thought about it. Well, never seriously thought about it.

"Maybe I wasn't wrong." Alex gently squeezed my shoulder. I didn't recoil. It was all I could do to not moan.

"No... I, uh..."

"Drew, tell me you've never thought about being with a guy. You've never taken a shower after gym class and tried to slyly look at all those cocks. You might have justified it by saying you just wanted to know how you compare to your buddies but if you kept looking at every opportunity, it might be more than just comparing. Did you ever look at other guys like that?"

Honestly, he was right. I looked even after I knew how I compared. A couple of times I even had to cut my shower short because I could feel my cock starting to get hard. I had shoved those memories away, but Alex's question brought them racing back to the forefront of my brain.

Alex could sense I was reliving some type of memory, so he remained silent. When I looked up, our eyes locked again. It was at that moment we both realized Alex's gaydar was probably working just fine.

"When you watch porn, tell me, do you like watching cocks. Have you watched any gay porn?"

"I have watched porn. Regular porn excites me. You know, men and women having sex."

"You didn't answer my question. Have you ever watched any gay porn?"

It was too embarrassing to answer the question, but Alex wouldn't relent until I did answer. "Yeah, some."

"Oh Drew. Some? Okay let's go with that. So more than once. I guess that means it made you hard?" I looked around nervously, wondering who might be overhearing our conversation. "Don't worry about who might hear us. Just about everybody in this place has a similar story. Does gay porn make you hard?"

I didn't answer immediately but felt compelled to. "Yeah." I said in a whisper.

"Don't be embarrassed. Most guys have the same reaction. To some, porn is porn and even if they aren't gay, they can still get excited watching to guys have sex." He waited for a response from me. When I didn't react, he said "You're definitely bi-curious though."

"What do you mean by that." I asked even though I already knew what he meant.

"It means you haven't been with a guy yet, but you haven't ruled it out."

"That's not true..." I said in a weak and defensive tone.

He looked at me and smiled. "Then why are you still sitting here talking to me?" He let the question hang in the air. He didn't expect for me to answer, and I certainly didn't have a response. "Drew, I can tell from looking at the veins in your neck your heart is racing. Tell me you aren't thinking what it would be like."

Alex took a sip of his drink, temporarily ignoring me. He let me sink in the thoughts he poured into my mind. He was right about a lot of things. My heart was racing, and I was thinking about what having sex with him would be like. "Wait, what!" I yelled in my mind. When did the thought of having sex with this muscular, tall, sexy, black man enter my mind? Wait... since when did I describe guys as sexy?!

While I was lost in my thoughts, Alex had ordered us more drinks. "I know that look." He said sympathetically. "You probably need this." He handed me my drink.

An awkward silence lingered as he sipped his drink, and I gulped mine down. Alex motioned for the bartender and then pointed at my glass. The bartender just nodded his head and shortly another full glass was placed in front of me on the bar.

"Sip this one or I might have to carry you out of here." His smile made my groin stir. I was now fully erect and thankful nobody could see my state of arousal while seated at the bar.

"Thanks." I said as I took a small sip.

"So, Drew," he said as he turned to face me. "Don't get scared and nervous. We're just talking. I'm not trying to seduce you. It just seems you need someone to talk to. Obviously, you've had some thoughts and feelings about this in the past and you haven't addressed them. Have you ever talked to anybody about it?"

"No... I mean, who would I..." It was then that I realized he was right. I had just admitted to having those thoughts for the first time. Maybe I finally admitted it because he WAS a stranger. I would probably never see him again so what was the harm in talking about it.

"Yeah, not your wife, right?" he smiled sympathetically. "Not your best friend. He might never talk to you again. Can't go to a therapist without telling you wife why you need that... or lie to her."

Against his previous advice, I took another big gulp.

"Getting drunk won't help. You'll just wake up with a hangover. Just talk to me, I'm a great listener."

"Oh sure, I'll just spill my guts here at a gay bar and let everybody know..." I was getting emotional. I wanted to cry but chose anger. I was about to unload my anger when he placed his big, soft, warm hand on my hand.

"Drew, I understand. If you want to talk and don't want it to be here..." he looked around the bar. "Let's go outside. We can lean against a car and talk. Sit in my car and talk. Go for a walk..."

"Okay." I said quickly. I surprised myself and Alex with my quick agreement. When I stood up, I felt the alcohol. I briefly lost my balance and had to reach out to steady myself. My hand landed on his bicep. As I grasped it to steady myself, it had the opposite effect. Feeling his huge muscle, my heart rate ramped up. I became more dizzy but not because of the alcohol. Alex excited me!

"Oh shit." I whispered.

"You okay?" Alex asked with genuine concern.

"Probably not..."

"Just stand right there. Let me pay our tab and I'll help you." As he paid the bartender he also asked for a water to go. "Drink some water." He handed me the cup. "Do you need to use the restroom before we go?"

"Maybe."

He led me to the restroom. I thought he might try something while we were in there, but he was very respectful and continued to be genuinely concerned about my well-being. After I took a long piss, I washed my hands. He watched over me like a mother over a child.

As we exited the restroom, his arm slipped around my waist. Whether it was just to make sure I didn't fall or whether it was his way of laying a claim to me I didn't know. What I did know though was I liked it. It was very similar to how I walked with my wife when I wanted everyone to know we were a couple. My cock tingled with anticipation.

Once outside he walked me over to where he was parked. He positioned me such that I could lean against the side of his car at the driver's door. When his arm retreated from my waist, I suddenly realized my left hand was holding onto the upper part of that same arm. Specifically, my hand grasped his bicep. I honestly didn't remember reaching out but as much as I thought I should let go, I didn't. At first, I just stared at my hand. Well, really I was staring at his bulging bicep.

I felt a fluttering in my stomach and when I managed to pull my eyes away from his impressive muscles, I looked into his eyes. One might expect to see some type of triumph in those eyes. It was apparent he was about to talk me right out of my pants. The eyes were confident, but they didn't demean me or make me feel ashamed of my desires. I couldn't look away; anticipation began to overwhelm me.

Sensing my surrender, Alex leaned towards me. I closed my eyes as my lips slightly parted. His body pressed against mine as our lips pressed together. I actually moaned in pleasure as I kissed a man for the first time. Both of his arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly. I felt myself melt into his embrace. Our kissing gradually became more and more passionate. My mouth watered with desire.

I could feel his hardness pressed against my abdomen. My thoughts at feeling him pressed against me was I hoped he wouldn't be too big in case he wanted to fuck my ass.

"Oh my fucking fuck!" my mind screamed. "Am I really thinking about this beautiful, muscular man fucking my ass and filling me with cum!"

"Alex..." I managed to break away from his kiss but I didn't try to get away from the wonderful feeling of him holding me. Our eyes met again. I could tell there was a hint of doubt in those eyes now. But I erased it quickly by saying "Take me home."

"Are you sure?"

What a fucking gentleman. He's giving me an out if I want it. Even as I felt a tinge of guilt, there was no doubt I wanted to get naked with him. I wanted to see every muscle he had.

"Don't make me beg. Just take me."

"Your place or mine?"

"I don't care."

"Mine then, I think we'll me more comfortable."

He walked me to the passenger door, opened it, and made sure I was safely in his car before he closed the door. I felt every bit the submissive in this relationship. Without trying to sound sexist, I imagined this might be how a woman felt in the presence of a gentleman.

Even though I was very nervous and a little bit afraid, I was also hoping Alex wouldn't be a gentleman once he got me back to his home. I was not quite drunk but definitely beyond buzzed. I was also hard as a rock and as horny as I had been in years.

Alex's house was in a nice neighborhood. It was larger than what I would have expected for a single man but not overly large. When he opened the door, leading me inside, I was immediately struck by how well decorated and immaculately maintained it was. Nothing seemed out of place.

"Wow!" I said with admiration. "Your house is beautiful."

"Thanks, when someone notices, it makes it worth the effort." He smiled appreciatively. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Actually, no." Looking into his eyes I felt a lust I hadn't felt in years. All I wanted to do was get out of my clothes and make love to a man for the first time. I leaned in to kiss him. When his lips met mine, it really hit home that I was about to do something I had fantasized about but never thought would actually happen.

When he pulled his lips away, I moaned with frustration. Without a word, he took my hand and led me up the stairs to his bedroom. Each room of his house was more impressive than the last. His bedroom was a masterpiece of style and elegance. Other than the overhead lights and a bedside table lamp, there was no sign of any electronics. The message was pretty clear, this room was for sleeping and sex.

He led me though the bedroom and into the adjoining bathroom. The shower was everyone's dream. It easily could accommodate the two of us and probably two more. There were more shower heads than I could count. Using a control panel on the wall, he turned on multiple shower heads. As the water ran, he turned to me.

"Care to join me in the shower?" He smiled as he began removing his clothes. Without a word I too began to strip.

I watched as he removed each piece of clothing, slowing revealing his well toned body. Subconsciously, I licked my lips as the waistband of his underwear slid down over his hips. As the source of the substantial bulge of his underwear was revealed, I gasped at the sight of him. His 6'2" and 225 pound frame towered over my 5'11 and 185 lbs. His cock, though not fully erect, made my fully erect seven inches look almost prepubescent.

My body trembled in a combination of excitement and apprehension. His cock looked like it would be painful! Alex noticed my reaction. Instead of letting me dwell on whatever thoughts I might have, he took me in his arms. Again, our lips met, and the feel of his strong embrace coupled with his soft, full lips on mine melted away any doubts I was starting to have. When he felt the tension in my body melt away, he led me into the shower.

The warm water further relaxed the tension throughout my body. After lathering up his hands with soap, Alex massaged most of the muscles while washing me. The fragrance of the soap was not overpowering and was not either overly masculine nor feminine.

Beginning with my shoulders, he then moved to my arms, my upper back and then lower back. He had me turn around to face him as he massaged my chest. As his hands moved lower, over my abdomen and then to my hips, my heart raced and my breathing became rapid and shallow.

"Try to relax. I don't need you passing out on me." Alex softly chuckled.

I had anticipated his hands would move to my hard cock. Whether it was a purposeful tease or not, his hands instead moved to my butt. He gently massaged my ass briefly. He reapplied soap to his hands before gently spreading my ass cheeks apart to provide access to my virgin ass. As his fingers gently massaged an area no man or woman had ever touched, I moaned with pleasure. When I leaned my head on his chest, one of his fingers pressed gently but firmly in an attempt to penetrate my anal opening.

"Relax." he whispered in my ear before gently nibbling on my earlobe.

Again, I moaned as he assaulted my senses on multiple fronts. My moans were interrupted by a gasp as his middle finger finally forced itself inside. Once there, his finger remained motionless until he felt my ass relax. Gently he pushed in further. Although this penetration was uncomfortable, it wasn't unpleasant. After a few minutes he started to slowly move his finger back and forth.

"Oh my god." I moaned into his chest.

For several minutes he played with my ass. I was beginning to feel a little selfish just standing there while he did all the work. Reaching down, I grabbed his not quite fully erect cock. It was obviously a two-hand job so I had my left hand join my right. The angle of my head on his chest allowed me to look down. I loved the look and feel of his cock in my hands. I wondered what it would be like to suck him, to taste his precum and eventually what it would be like for him to shoot his load in my mouth.