"You have an admirer baby," my wife said as we sat together in a gay bar. She smiled at my admirer and he made his way to the empty seat at the bar beside me. Carole had convinced me to come to a gay bar with her so we could fulfill a long time fantasy of hers. She had always wanted to have a threesome with two guys but she wasn't interested in the other guy. She wanted me to suck his cock. I had strongly resisted her plan for years but as I approached 40 my reluctance started to lessen and eventually I gave in on the condition that if I did it for her she would bring another woman into our bed for me.
My admirer was a good looking guy with a nondescript face and short brown hair. A tight tee shirt encased his strong muscular chest and tight fitting jeans accentuated a prominent bulge between his thick athletic thighs.
My eyes flashed to the bulge in his pants and I suddenly felt scared. I wanted to run but my legs were heavy and weak.
"Hi, I'm Peter," he said as he extended his hand. His voice was deep but with a slight effeminate inflection that gave me an unexplainable comfort.
"I'm JC," I replied as we shook hands, "and this is my wife Carole." His hand lingered on mine longer than necessary and I felt an unfamiliar flutter in my stomach.
His eyes flashed toward my wife and his facial expression was a mix of confusion and disappointment. "Your wife?" He asked.
"Yes, she wants to watch," I clarified. I flashed an uncomfortable smile. I had never been hit on by a guy before and I was extremely nervous.
"Ooh, kinky," he said as his eyes traveled down my body. He smiled brightly, showing his bright white teeth. His fingers slid down to my leg and he traced light circles on my leg sending shivers through my body. I had never consciously been attracted to another man and when I finally agreed to Carole's plan I didn't think I would be into it but she was persistent and very persuasive.
"Yes," Carole said playfully, "we are kinky." She smiled my favorite crooked mischievous smile, "and I will do much more than just watch.". She placed her hand on top of Peter's and guided it up to the substantial lump in my jeans. My dick had been hard since he first touched my leg and my mind was awash with confusing thoughts and desires.
They worked their hands up and down my rigid shaft and I moaned softly. I could feel precum oozing from my cock and I knew at that moment that I would do anything they wanted.
An hour after we had first met Peter we stumbled into our hotel room. Carole had coerced me into kissing him on the elevator to our floor and while my initial reaction was a definitive "no" once we started kissing it was much nicer than I had imagined it would be. His tongue was long and aggressive and he pumped it into my mouth as he ground his hard muscular body against mine. His hands were as aggressive as his insistent tongue and my body responded to his touch. He tugged my shirt up and caressed my chest as he kissed me deeply. Our tongues entwined and my mind reeled with confusion as years of homophobia clashed with raw animalistic desire.
My knees felt weak as he pinned me against the elevator wall and ground his hard cock against mine. I could tell it was big and I wanted to see it. I had never seen another man's hard cock except in porn movies but I wanted his. I wanted it badly.
The bell rang signaling we had arrived at our floor and Peter pulled away from me leaving me hot and ready. I was panting and out of breath as Carole led the way to our room. Peter held my hand and together we followed my sexy wife down the hall. She opened the door and let us inside as she pulled her clothes off and moved to the back of the room.
The room was a standard mid level hotel chain room with two queen sized beds on one wall and a dresser, a desk and a TV on the other. Carole moved quickly to the far bed and watched Peter pull my clothes off. He continued to be aggressive and once I was naked he pushed me onto the bed and pulled his shirt up over his head revealing his broad, well defined chest.
Carole gasped. "Perfect," she whispered when she saw his smooth tan body.
I watched wide eyed as he ran his hands over his shaved muscular chest. He body looked very sexy and although I had never been turned on by a man before I was tingling in anticipation of touching him.
His eyes locked onto mine and he reached into his pants and pulled his long hard cock free.
"Oh god," I gasped when I saw his beautiful cock. It was over 7" long and very thick with well proportioned purple head that glistened with precum and a maze of thick veins that begged to be traced by my hungry tongue.
Peter moved slowly toward me and my heart pounded hard in my chest. His eyes continued to look into mine as his hands reached out and grabbed my head. He laced the fingers of his left hand in my hair and held my head still as he grabbed his cock with his right hand and rubbed it across my face. His drooling cock left snail tracks across my cheeks. I flicked my tongue out and tried to lick his delicious shaft but he pulled it away and smiled teasingly.
"Do you want it?" He asked playfully as he smiled down at me and waived his big gorgeous cock inches from my mouth.
