It had been three years since Greg had last been with a man and he was going a little cock crazy. His cock kept on rising each time he thought about the illicit pleasure he had felt the last time he had stuck his cock in a guy's asshole.
Trouble was he was so out of practice, he had no idea how to hustle some ass. The last time it happened by chance, a guy came on to him and he responded. The only other time before that was with Brett, his best friend, who was moving out to California. The night before Brett left he came out to Greg and somehow Greg found himself wanting to make love to Brett. It was feeling that came out of nowhere, but one that he could not deny. At some point on that boozy night the pair had hugged and nature had taken its course. When Brett felt that thick throbber pressed up against his body he knew this was going to be no ordinary good-bye.
That first time, Greg had been so blown away by the whole experience that he had gone home and told his girlfriend about it and she had promptly walked out on him. It was then had he had become scared of this secret side to himself that he had only recently discovered and had let it lie dormant until some pushy little guy, standing all of five foot five, and as camp as they come had taken a shine to the hunky stud with the twinkling blue eyes and the sexy smile.
Simon had been the horniest person Greg had ever met in his life. And also the most brutally honest. He knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to say what he thought and go after what he wanted.
'I'm straight.' Greg had kept protesting, while enjoying all the attention showered on him.
'Honey, I don't want a relationship. I just want your body for this one night.' Simon had replied. 'So please come home with me and fuck me good and you can go back to being totally straight tomorrow. I won't tell a soul, I swear.'
And when he had parted Greg's tight buttcheeks and rimmed his asshole Greg had been utterly shocked and totally delighted. This little man had shown Greg just how much pleasure a man's body was capable of feeling and it was only after Greg blasted a load down his throat and another up his ass that Simon had been satisfied.
But that was three years ago. And now he needed another dose of male loving. His relationship with his new girlfriend was perfectly satisfying but he needed something else. He needed to get this thing out of his system and fast!
So it was that he visited gay bar for the first time in his life. His heart was pounding with anxiety as he stepped through the door. He stepped up to the bar and ordered a beer and was aware that a dozen eyes were trained on him. He was a mighty fine looking man but it was one of those situations were all the guys there thought "he's too hot for me; there is no way I can get off with a stud like that".
So Greg stood alone and drank his beer and was just thinking about leaving when an older man stood next to him and ordered a beer and said hello to Greg. They exchanged a few pleasantries and Greg was so glad to have someone to talk to, to help him feel a little more at ease, that they were soon lost in conversation. The stranger was so easy to talk to that it was only after about half an hour of chatting that Greg took a good look at him. He was maybe ten or fifteen years older than Greg, with a body that was somewhere between beefy and chunky. He had a nice smile and kind eyes and a forest of black hair showed above the top button of his open necked shirt. Greg took in his well developed arms, covered in long silky black hair and then noticed for the first time the wedding band on his finger.
'Can I ask a personal question?'
'Sure, fire away. The name's Bob, by the way.'
'Greg. Pleased to meet you.'
They shook hands and Greg felt as if his hand was drowning in the older man's paw. Why did he feel a little jolt of electricity when their hands met. Was this the man? Was he the one would relieve the stress that had built up under Greg's skin. Somehow he had imagine someone more like Simon. He needed someone like that to take the lead, to make it seem like it was their idea.
'Are you married.' Greg asked.
'Yep. I'm just having a night out.' Bob replied.
'But why go to a gay bar?' Greg was a little unsure about Bob's reply. It seemed too neutral. Had he stumbled upon this bar in error?
'Cause I like to get me a bit of cock now and then.' Bob replied with a grin.
