When I left Mike's house, I had a mix of emotions. I truly enjoyed what we did, but I was also second guessing myself. "Was i gay?". I never once thought of being with a guy, yet I had just finished off my friend with my mouth.
I thought about Mike all week. I wanted to reach out. I was wondering if he was having the same emotions as I was.
The weekend came and I was spending an evening with my wife. I love my wife, I love her body, we have great sex life. I have also never cheated on her, up until that night.
Our night together went great and at the end of it we started fooling around. Kissing was great, touching was great, and my wife slowly moved her mouth toward my cock. As she took me in her mouth, I put my head back on the pillow. Her head bobbed up and down on my cock, but something was missing.
A blowjob from my wife has always been good. I have never known anything different, but this was boring. I closed my eyes, stared at the ceiling, and started thinking about Mike. The visual of Mike working his mouth over my cock, playing with my balls, and fingering my ass.
I was lost in fantasy when my cock exploded in Mike's mouth. He took my cum and when he lifted his mouth off my cock, I pulled him towards me and started kissing him. Tasting my cum in his mouth, I opened my eyes and realized Mike was my wife.
I had to get Mike off my mind. We needed to talk about what happened, or maybe I just skip poker and never see him again. Pass this off as a one time thing and bury it deep in my mind so it never happens again.
On Monday, my co-worker Dave stopped by my office. He said "sorry about not reaching out about the poker cancellation, sounds like you and Mike had a good time anyway."
My immediate reaction was to go on the defense, "why, what do you mean? We didn't do anything."
Dave looked puzzled and said "chill dude, he just said you guys watched the game. Anyway, this week's game is at Mikes again. His wife and kids are still away so he wants to host."
I laughed it off and said "cool, I'lll be there." I felt stupid for my reaction, but also relieved the conversation went as far as the game and not beyond. Maybe I could show up early to talk with Mike and put this behind us.
On Wednesday night, I left the house early and drove to Mike's. When I arrived, there were already a couple cars in the driveway. I was a little disappointed about not being first, so I was hoping it wouldn't be weird between the two of us.
I greeted everyone with a handshake including Mike, who acted no different then any other time I've seen him. The game was fun, drinking and laughing. Occasionally I would glance in Mike's direction and we would trade smiles with each other.
At the beginning of the night, I wanted to tell Mike this should never happen again. As the night went one, with each drink and each smile, I started looking at Mike differently. I sort of had an attraction to him.
When the game ended, Mike asked if anyone would help him move some furniture. Like an excited school girl I yelped "sure, no problem." Everyone left and I followed Mike to another room and he said "I need to move this chair to the basement."
Mike: "How was your week?"
Me: "Good and you?"
Mike: "It was alright, I couldn't stop thinking about last week."
Me: "Yeah, me too"
Mike: "Did you enjoy what we did?"