It was only after his second marriage broke up that Craig began to have doubts about himself. Both his first and second wife complained that he was cold and that sex with him was boring. Surely they both couldn't be wrong?
To Craig, sex had never been that big a deal. It had never felt as good as he had read and heard that it should and he found that he much preferred hanging out with his male friends to spending time with either of his wives. But now that he was divorced Craig found that he was desperately lonely. Daytime was fine as he was at work and met and talked to various people all day long but at night the hours seemed to drag as he rattled around alone in his lonely house.
Flipping through the channels one day he came across a film about two buddies that were struggling to rebuild their lives after divorce and he found he could really relate to that so he grabbed a beer and settled down to watch it. The movie reached a scene where the guys had gone out on dates and had had a really good time but neither of them managed to get the sex they wanted from these women. And then wham! out of nowhere these two big bruisers started feeling each other up. Craig was shocked but somehow mesmerized and when they started to kiss - although he shouted his disgust at the screen - he had a massive boner in his pants. With his head reeling from confusion he took himself off to the bathroom where he pumped out a massive load and had the most satisfying orgasm he could ever remember.
For days and weeks after that the scene kept on playing out in Craig's mind and each time it did so he became aroused. To try and get these dangerous thoughts out of his brain he turned to straight porn but it just didn't do the trick, not unless he concentrated on watching the porn stud's ass bouncing up and down and seeing his little pucker winking as he fucked. The unwanted thought of reaching between the man's legs and caressing his big balls intruded into Craig's brain and he could not shake it, no matter how hard he tried. There was no one he could talk to about this, no one to turn to and the more he tried not to think about men in this way the more turned on he became by men's bodies.
He just couldn't make sense of the changes taking place in his mind. Sex went from being no big deal to all he could think about, day and night. Each time he saw a guy in the street he stole a quick glance at his ass and wondered what it would look like in the flesh. He began to imagine peeling men's underpants off their bodies and inhaling their scent. Even his own crotch scent on a hot, sticky day intoxicated him now.
Eventually Craig was finally able to admit to himself that the feelings that he had had for his buddies throughout his life were probably not quite the same as most other men experienced. Now he knew what was different about him: he wanted to go down on his knees for a man, wanted to touch and kiss him and feel that muscular body in his arms, wanted to plunge his shaft into a man's tight butthole. Now he knew why sex with his wives had never been that exciting. But the worst part of all was that there was no way he was ever going to experiment with man-on-man sex in this neck of the woods. He knew he would be run out of town if anyone so much as suspected that he had these thoughts.
And then he met Luke. He could still remember the day he walked into the local bar and the only other guy in there, besides the barman, was this big bear in a checked shirt and snug jeans that displayed a big set of nuts in front and a shapely, chunk ass in rear. Craig had felt his heart pounding in his chest as he tried not to stare. Damn, this man was hot. Craig noticed Luke's work-boots and wondered if he was a forester. He thought he had seen all of the guys working in the forest and he definitely would have remembered this hot man if he had ever seen him before. All of Craig's residual doubt vanished in an instant. Right at that point in time he knew what he was: he was gay and he had a hungry ass.
Craig went up to the counter and ordered a beer.
'Put it on my tab.' he heard the stranger say to the barman in a deep, sexy voice. Even if this man had been the ugliest, scrawniest, skankiest man in the world Craig knew that he would go down on his knees at the sound of that voice.
'Thanks buddy.' he said, before flashing the guy the most masculine, neutral smile he could manage.
'The name's Luke.' the stranger said as he thrust out his hand.
Craig was no small guy but his hand was drowned in that big paw. An electric spark arced through his body as the stranger's flesh made contact with his own. Craig almost expected his hand to be crushed but Luke's handshake was real gentle and Luke held on to Craig's hand a little longer than he thought was normal and he could feel his excitement rising and oh! oh! oh! he had to pull his hand out of Luke's hand and turn away to hide his boner.
But Luke had already seen it and he reached down and brushed his thumb over Craig's cock head.
'Mmmm, I don't often have that effect.' Luke said.
Craig brushed beetroot red and hoped that the barman hadn't seen what had just happened. Fortunately the barmen seemed oblivious to Craig's first ever cock-touch from another man. His cock still throbbed in his jeans and he dropped his hands to hide the bulge.
'Why don't we sit down, huh?' Luke asked.
After that it was so easy. Luke was real easy to talk to and he was a very interesting guy who had traveled around the country working a variety of jobs. And now here was, in Craig's little town and he had his eye on Craig. The beers and the conversation flowed, other men came into the bar but Craig hardly noticed them. One or two of his buddies came over to try and talk to him but he soon cut them short. He was drowning in the attention of this hot man, hanging on to his every word, and stealing quick glances at his big crotch bulge.
'You know I'm going to fuck you, don't you.' Luke said as he leaned in close.
