I hadn't planned on a sequel to "The Rescue of Brian" with this being my first attempt at a gay/bi story but the surprisingly positive response to my story has prompted me to write about Brian's story. So here it goes.
Brian:
I had just turned 18, graduated from high school, was dating the prettiest girl in school and was looking forward to college in the fall and, thus, working at a supermarket in a neighboring town trying to make some extra money for school. Unfortunately, working at near minimum wage was not helping me save a lot of money and, to add insult to injury, my old car broke down. I was going to need the car for college but I really didn't want to pay to have it repaired at that time so I had to rely on my father for a ride to and from work, sometimes waiting a couple of hours after work for him unless I could find someone else to give me a ride.
One such day an older fellow approached me and asked if I needed a ride somewhere. Telling him where I lived, I figured it would be too far out of his way but he said he didn't have anything else to do so, figuring I could take care of myself in case he had ulterior motives, I went with him.
Once on the way I found he was very easy to talk to and at some point the subject of college and money came up. He said I couldn't be making much money at the supermarket, which I obviously agreed with, and he suggested he might have an idea for making more money. I was surprised how easily he had steered our conversation to money and began wondering what this stranger, Alex, was up to.
My home was on the other side of a rather large mountain from where I worked and it was quite desolate with the odd, unused logging road here and there. Saying he just wanted to talk to me for a minute, he pulled into one such road.
"I don't know what you want mister," I said, "but I don't have any money and I'm not gay."
"Not to worry, Brian," he said, "I just want to make a business proposition to you, surely you could kick my old butt if it came down to any nastiness."
"I know you said you are not gay, but you're a good looking guy and if you were willing to try a little something you could make a lot of money."
"A little something? Like what would that be?" I asked.
"Let me begin by saying that I'm not gay either but as we get older, at least a lot of us, it seems we begin to get a bit curious about that side of things, if you get my drift."
"Yeah, ok."
"Well, a while ago an opportunity arose that gave me the chance to satisfy my curiosity and, after a bit of a tussle in my own mind, I took it, giving another guy a blowjob for the first time."
"Oh, shit, so you are a pervert! I think you better bring me home now."
"Just let me finish. So, as a 'straight' guy, I found it hard to admit out loud but, I gotta tell you it was the experience of a lifetime, feeling that hard cock exploding in my mouth and it wasn't disgusting at all, at least until I thought about it afterwards. But I still wanted to do it again and after the second time I knew I was hooked."
"Just because you liked it doesn't me I would."
He went on, "Well, that's the thing, it seems everyone I have ever met who has tried it, and that's quite a few since I did it, has said the same thing. They love it!" Continuing, he said, "And a good looking young guy like you, should you try it and like or at least tolerate it could do it for money, especially from older guys like me."
I had been looking out the window for a while and when I turned around he had a twenty dollar bill in one hand and stroking his hard cock in the other. Never having been in the same room with somebody else's hard cock let alone within reach of one, I was mesmerized by it and stared at it a beat too long.
