I encourage you to read part 1 first to understand characters and context.
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Saturday morning and, as usual, I'm laying in bed with morning wood, staring at the ceiling. But this morning I wasn't thinking about fooling around with the wife. My mind was continuing to revisit how Bruce and Rob had initiated me into man on man sex a week earlier. All week all I've been able to think about was how I had an intense orgasm while Bruce was fucking my virgin ass and I was simultaneously sucking Rob's monster cock. I could still remember the taste of their cum, and knew I wanted to taste it again.
But I was still struggling with the idea of being gay. There was no denying that I thoroughly enjoyed what we did, and to make matters worse, I didn't have any desire to fool around with the wife all week. Have I always been gay? The thought scared me, as I have always been in control, but last Saturday, things, me, I was out of control. I was theirs to use as they pleased. All week I had continued my morning runs, but changed my route to avoid running past their house. As I lay there I realized I was stroking my cock thinking about having sex with them.
My mind was made up. I was going to run by their house, and if they weren't in the yard I would knock on their door. I jumped out of bed and put on my compression shorts, tank top and running shoes. I brushed my teeth so my breath would be fresh, checked myself out in the mirror, and liking what I saw, and knowing they did too, turned and headed for the door.
I noticed the wife sitting up in the bed. "Steve, do you have to wear those shorts? You look so gay in them."
"Get used to it. (I was thinking about my being gay, but knew she would think I was talking about the shorts). I'm going for a run. I feel like a long run this morning."
As I started out my mind was focused on Bruce and Rob, and was hoping they would be as excited to see me as I was to see them. As I ran, I felt my cock stirring as I thought about what I would be doing in just a little while. As my cock hardened it was rubbing in my tight compression shorts and it was soon fully erect. I had to stop and rearrange it, squeezing it and knew I wanted to suck their cocks. The outline of my erection in my compression shorts was obvious to anyone that would have looked, which was exciting. I resumed running, almost in a full sprint, eager to get to their house.
As I approached their house, I didn't see them in the yard and continued my sprint up the walk to the front door. Breathing hard from running, I rang the doorbell. I stood there waiting, and again rearranged my erection. The door opened wide and Rob was standing there wearing only a black bikini brief that barely contained his big cock, for anyone who happened by to see. I looked at him admiring his muscular, hairy body, and thought he was an amazingly beautiful, masculine man. He held his arms out to me and I met him in the threshold where he hugged me pulling me close.
"Steve, it's great to see you again!" He leaned in and kissed me. Last week I resisted his kiss, but today I stood on my toes to eagerly meet his kiss and put my hands around his neck and was immediately lost in his manliness. He pulled me close, grabbed my ass with both hands and was squeezing my buns as his tongue aggressively probed my mouth. I started to feel his big cock grow between our stomachs and I started to grind my hard cock into him. Then it occurred to me that we were putting on a gay show for anyone passing by. I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, (unless you count my running in compression shorts) but was excited by the thought of being seen.
I broke off the kiss, "Rob, I've been thinking all week about giving you guys a blow job today. I can't get the thought out of my head. I need to suck your big cock now."
He squeezed my ass to him tightly and said "Today is my lucky day. Bruce is out of town visiting family, which means I have your hot ass all to myself. Come on in and let's go to the bedroom and have some fun!"
"What will Bruce think about us playing without him?"
"We have an open relationship, he will be ok with it. All he talked about all week was what a great ass you have and how much he enjoyed fucking you. I can't wait to experience your jock ass."
I followed him down the hall, pulling my tank top off as I walked into his bedroom, kicked off my shoes and pulled my compression shorts off, then grabbed him, pushing him down on the bed and crawled on top of him. We started kissing and I whispered in his ear, "Rob, I need your cock in my mouth now." I started kissing my way down his hairy chest, 6-pack abs, finally reaching his big fleshy cock that had escaped his briefs. I pulled them off, crawled between his legs and grabbed his big, fat, hard cock. I stroked it, pulling the foreskin up and down over his large mushroom head, licked around it and took it into my mouth. Looking up his masculine body and into his eyes, I knew I loved sucking his cock, or was it I loved sucking any cock? Last week I was hesitant, but this week I was a different person. I wanted, lusted for cock. It felt and tasted just as magical as I remembered. I took more of it's length into my mouth until my nose was bumping his stomach. Deep throating him was easier than I remembered.
He raised his legs so that his feet were flat on the bed. "Steve, suck my balls."
I took his cock out of my mouth and licked down to his big balls. This was new to me so I was gentle, working one into my mouth and moving my tongue around on it. I then did the same to the other ball. He pulled his legs up to his chest and instructed me "lick and tongue my ass."
I thought about how my wife loved me going down on her and eating her pussy, but the few times I tried to wander down to lick her asshole she would grab my head and stop me, saying that was gross. It never occurred to me that wanting to eat ass might be an indication that I was gay. Now I was eagerly licking down to Rob's asshole. Finally exploring, licking and tonguing an asshole, and loving it. It was smooth, similar to pussy lips. Rob was moaning as I pushed my tongue into his asshole. I continued to stroke his big cock as I enjoyed rimming his ass. After several minutes I moved back up and resumed sucking his amazing cock, working it to please it, cause it to reward me with a big load of delicious cum. I met his gaze as I stroked his fat, fleshy shaft with one hand as I sucked on the top three or four inches with my mouth. He was beginning to moan and hump my face, slowly moving his hips, but allowing me to control the action with my mouth. I was enjoying feeling it slide between my lips and filling my mouth as I maintained suction and played with his foreskin with my tongue. I felt his cock stiffen as he pushed it deeper into my mouth, and his body became rigid as he exploded, cock spasming, feeding me his delicious cum. I continued to suck, swallowing his delicious cum, looking up at him as he enjoyed his orgasm.
I let his softening cock slip out of my mouth, pulled his foreskin down and licked his cock clean. I stroked his shaft from the base to the head, coaxing another drop of cum out, and leaned in and licked it up. His head was back, looking up at the ceiling. I started to kiss my way up his hairy, muscular torso, admiring what a firm, masculine body he had, and how it contrasted to the wife's soft, smooth body. I grabbed his chest and squeezed his muscles, and he flexed them and they were hard as stone. I kissed my way up to his neck and whispered in his ear, "thank you." It seemed odd to me that I was thanking him for allowing me to suck him and let him flood my mouth with his cum, but I did appreciate the opportunity and hoped I would be able to do it again.
"Steve, thank you, you are one great cocksucker" and he rolled me over, laying on top of me and kissing me deeply. His passion was exciting as I felt his weight on me and he explored my mouth with his tongue. I wrapped my arms around him and put my legs around his and started to hump him. He also started to dry fuck me with his cock which was already hard again, our cocks rubbing against each other between our stomachs. He broke off the kiss. "I love your muscled body. Bruce is nice, but he's too skinny. I want to enjoy every inch of your manly body."
