We cuddled in silence for a while. I felt fully relaxed, if not still a bit tipsy, enjoying the afterglow of my first penetration and the feeling of fullness in my bottom. There was a very slight breeze and the moon was illuminating the spa and deck. After a while I climbed out of the spa and went to bed where I slept soundly until morning. I woke up with mixed feelings. I still thought I was straight but I had conflicting thoughts about how much I enjoyed sex with a man. A part of me feared turning into a poofter but another part was enjoying gay sex so much that I wanted a lot more of it. I could still feel the sensation of having John's cock hard up my bottom, and I vividly recalled the sensation of gently sliding up and down his penis until I felt his cock throb and expand just before his cum squirted deep inside me. It felt glorious and, for me, was a major turning point. I decided that I should just let it happen and do whatever John wanted to do to me in the future. I would always be interested in women, or so I thought, but right now, it was making me a bit horny just thinking about sex with John.
I was embarrassed and a bit shy when I finally got up. My bottom wasn't sore but I was walking a bit slowly. I'd never been buggered before and naturally needed loosening up to accommodate John's cock. I found him on the deck, reading the paper.
John sensed that I was a bit confused that morning so had a chat about all sorts of stuff, none of which related to sex. Early in the afternoon, when I seemed more relaxed, John told me that It had taken a bit of effort to penetrate me because my bottom was tight and it needed loosening up. He went over to the sideboard and brought back a rather large anal plug and told me to bend over the table with my legs apart. With a touch of lube, he inserted the plug right up my arse until it could go no further. He told me that I should wear it for the rest of the day. My cock immediately became stiff and I started panting. I needed sex and I was almost glad that it was going to be with a man. The next thing I knew was the sound of John's belt buckle hitting the floor, which was followed by his erect penis sliding up and down my crack. I was pleased to feel John caressing and stroking my stiff cock, masturbating me until I shot all over the deck floor. My long, strong spurts of cum told John that it was a wonderful orgasm and I could feel my anal sphincter straining around the base of the plug whilst it was in progress. Towards the end of my orgasm, a nice warm, wet feeling came all over the cheeks of my bottom along with a deep manly grunt. John had creamed my buttocks and I felt like a complete faggot.
Later in the afternoon, John had some errands to do so I accompanied him. The road was slowly undulating and this made the anal plug come in and out slightly, which felt very different, but very erotic. John noticed this and saw the bulge of my erect penis though my baggy shorts. Pulling the car over, he told me to take my shorts down which I did, he then proceeded to give me one of the best head jobs I'd ever had, and much better than any women had given. It was glorious laying back in the car seat being while being sucked off by such a sexy, hairy man. A slight tear came to my eyes as I realised that every time I had sex with John I edged a bit closer to thinking of myself as a homo.
