Tuesday night and I'm finally leaving the office before my head explodes. I really need a beer tonight. As I walk to my car I can't help but think about all that has happened in the last week. I still think of myself as a straight, masculine man, but have come to accept that I do love being with another man, sucking his cock, having him fill my ass with his manhood, kissing deeply, more aggressively, than I've ever kissed with a woman. I rationalize it's just sex. If asked, I would definitely answer that I'm straight, and would never admit to, or tell anyone about this past week's activities. But more troubling is that I find myself longing to see Tim again, that I am recognizing that my feelings go beyond the passionate, raw sex that we both enjoy so much together. I really need a beer.
I instinctively pull into the same bar without thinking, and walk in. Just like last week, it's busy for a Tuesday night. There are only two seats open at the bar and I grab one and order a beer. I take a chug and look around and don't notice anyone that I know, and it hits me, last week Rob told me to be here tonight to suck his fat monster cock again. I shudder with emotions. If he shows up, will he think I'm here because he told me to be here? that I'm here because I want to taste his cock again? feel it stretch my mouth again? probe my throat again? eat his delicious cum again? I try to tell myself I only came for a beer, but I'm losing the argument, knowing I would welcome the opportunity. I start watching the door, hoping to see him walk in.
I'm beginning to think Rob isn't going to show, and I realize I'm feeling disappointed. As I am finishing my beer, a young, early 20's, man asks me if the bar stool on my left is open. I tell him yes, have a seat. He's fit and has a short military haircut. I ask if he's in the service, and I learn he's Special Forces and just got stateside following a 12 month deployment. I offer, and buy him a beer to show my appreciation for his service to our Country. He says sure, and I order a round. He's in a talkative mood and I'm soon ordering another round and he continues to talk and I continue to listen. As we finish our beers he asks where the restroom is and I point him down the hall.
As I watch him walk away I realize I'm feeling an attraction to him. He is obviously 100% straight, but what the hell, I need to take a leak and head down the hall behind him. I enter the restroom and see him pissing at the urinal on the right. I walk up to the middle one, next to him, hoping he doesn't think I'm violating his space. I pull my cock out and comment "great bladders think alike".
He laughs and replies "thanks again for the beers".
I sneak a peak at his cock, it appears average in size, nicely shaped, and I think to myself, I would love to suck it. I look back up into his eyes and realize he saw me eyeing his cock, and I feel my cock stirring, hardening in my hand. I respond "the beer is no big deal, I wish there was a way I could REALLY show my appreciation" , and look back down at his cock and notice it's growing, starting to point up, thinking for itself. I think this could go one of two ways, either he's going to kick my ass, or I'm going to suck his gorgeous cock. I look him in the eyes and I see a curious expression. I think it's now or never and grab his cock and pull him into a stall and lock the door. Whoever designed these stalls with floor to ceiling walls and doors had to be a cocksucker.
I'm stroking his cock and he whispers "I'm not gay".
I whisper back, " I know you aren't gay, every man loves getting a blowjob, relax and enjoy".
I unbuckle his belt and his pants fall to the floor. I kneel on the floor pulling his boxers down, giving me unrestricted access to his rock hard cock and balls. I grab his cock and start stroking it as I suck and lick his big balls. I look up at the soldier, he's leaning back against the wall with his eyes closed. I move up from his balls and engulf his cock in my warm wet mouth. I hear him gasp and begin to moan quietly. I'm enjoying working the full length of his delicious cock in and out of my mouth. As I focus on making this a memorable blowjob, he suddenly grabs my head with both hands and starts humping my mouth aggressively, making it clear it's not me giving him a blowjob, it's him fucking my face, using me for his pleasure. I grab his ass with both hands and hold on, welcoming his aggression, continuing to apply suction, using my tongue, working with him to bring him pleasure.
He's leaking delicious pre-cum which excites me, knowing he's enjoying the experience. I feel his body start to shudder, his thrusts becoming irregular, he firmly grabs my head pushing his cock as deep as he could, my nose buried in his pubic hair, breathing in his man scent, I feel his cock start to throb, jerk and explode in my mouth, filling it with his tasty seed. he releases my head and I continue to gently suck him dry, milking out every last drop.
I stand and look the soldier in the eyes and see confusion.
He whispers "I've never done anything with a man before, I'm not gay, am I?"
I respond, "just getting a blowjob does not make you gay. Now if you love sucking cock, or enjoy getting fucked in the ass, then you would be gay. Do you have any desire to suck my cock?"
"Hell no! I would never put a cock in my mouth!"
I reply, "you've answered your question, you are not gay, you simply enjoy having your cock sucked, like every other man".
