I got home from picking up my car from the shop and needed a nap. I didn't get much sleep last night at Jimmy's, but who's complaining. I can't wait to be with him again. After my power nap, I took a shower and shaved my body smooth, as I think he likes me that way. I dressed and hurried over to see him with anticipation. Was last night a one off? Or will I enjoy being with him, a Man, as much as I did last night? Could I really be gay? As I drove over I decided I would go with it and let what happens, happen.
I knock on the door and Jimmy opens it and we immediately, naturally, fall into each other's arms, embracing, kissing, like we haven't seen each other for weeks, but it's only been 8 hours. He's a great kisser and I can't get enough. He breaks off the kiss and says "I'm going to buy you the best steak in town. I'm going to show you how much I want you. I'm going to take care of you, treat you like the Prince that you are. Let's go."
We arrive at the best steak house in town and get seated at a semi-private corner table. The waiter comes over. He's handsome, mid-twenties, slim with long dark hair to his shoulders, a tan that he must work a lot on, and wearing tight black slacks and a white dress shirt. With a somewhat feminine voice he says "Jimmy, where have you been? It's been at least 2 years since you've been in? and who's your cute young friend? You robbing the cradle?
I blush and look down. My eyes are drawn to his crotch, and the big bulge. I think to myself he must have a huge cock.
Jimmy responds "Bruce, this is my new friend Joe. Be nice, please. and bring us a bottle of red wine."
He goes to get the wine and Jimmy says "don't let him bother you. He's been trying to get me to take him home for years, but he's not my type. I like masculine men like you."
We talked through dinner about my newfound love of man on man sex and my struggle with accepting being gay. The steak was delicious, the wine flowed, and I opened up about my fear of being labeled gay, being outed. We were playing footsie under the table and I felt like a hypocrite, wanting to deny being gay as I was lusting after Jimmy.
"Joe, this is all new to you. As time passes you will become more comfortable with the new you. Also, as you have experiences with more men you will realize it's not just me, but what you really want, are most desirous of, is a meaningful relationship with a man. I don't want to share you with anyone, but I think you need to be with another man to realize who you really are and how being with men is the real you."
Bruce came up to the table to see if we wanted desert. "Jimmy, do you two want some desert? or is your new friend Joe your desert?
Again I blushed and found myself eyeing his big bulge in his tight black slacks. It looked larger and was stretching his slacks, and I thought I saw it move!
Jimmy spoke up, "Bruce, Joe's a newbie. I just initiated him last night, and it's all new to him. I think he needs to experience another man to convince him of his true desires. Would you show him to the Men's room and allow him the experience of sucking his second cock? From the looks of your bulge, I think you would like that."
I looked at Jimmy, confused. He said "I've noticed that you can't take your eyes off his crotch. I know you wonder how big his cock is, want to see it, and I bet you will eagerly suck it when you see it. And you will realize you crave cock more than pussy." I knew he was right as I again eyed Bruce's package.
Bruce said "follow me." I got up and followed him through the restaurant, admiring his nice tight ass, thinking I would probably enjoy fucking him. We entered the Men's room and he went straight to the last stall and I followed him in and locked the door behind us. I stood there looking at him. I noticed his great eyes and was unsure what to do with this stranger. Noticing my hesitation, he took charge and kissed me, pushing his tongue aggressively into my mouth. I heard him unzipping his pants. He broke off the kiss and pulled them down below his knees. He was wearing baby blue bikini underwear that showed off his dark bronze tan. His cock was straining to get out. I could tell by the outline that it was definitely bigger than Jimmy's seven inches. I grabbed it and squeezed it and pulled it out. I started stroking it, and felt Bruce put his hands on my shoulders, pushing me down to my knees. I kissed the head and licked the length. It was magnificent and I wanted to take my time. I took the head in my mouth, enjoying the velvety smoothness. I started taking more into my mouth, bobbing up and down, using my tongue, loving how it felt in my mouth. I realized that I was loving sucking his cock, that I am a cock sucker, not just Jimmy's cock sucker, but a cock sucker.
Bruce said "I don't have all night. We'll have to get together another time when we can take it slow. He grabbed my head with both hands and pushed his cock deep in my throat and started fucking my face. I couldn't believe I could take his whole cock as he forced it down my throat. He made a quiet "ugh" with each thrust. I was slobbering uncontrollably. I heard the door open and heard a man start to urinate. I wanted to be quiet, but couldn't slow Bruce down and knew the man could hear what was going on, my slobbering on his cock and Bruce's "ugh" with each stroke. I knew he was close, breathing rapidly, past being able to slow down. The excitement of knowing someone could hear us, and the feeling of being totally dominated, used by Bruce was too much for me. I always assumed feminine acting men were submissive, but he was definitely in control. I took my cock out and came as soon as I started stroking it. He pulled his cock halfway out, leaving the head in my mouth. I grabbed the shaft and started vigorously pumping it as I continued to suck on the head, and was rewarded with a big, delicious load. It tasted similar but different than Jimmy's. I continued to gently suck, making sure I got every drop, not wanting him to take his cock out of my mouth.
He pulled his cock out and pulled his slacks up, leaving me on my knees, licking my lips, looking up at him. He leaned over, kissed me on the top of my head, and said "that was a fabulous blowjob. You are quite the cocker. We'll have to get together some time so I can fuck that nice ass of yours." And he was gone.
I had forgotten about the man that had come in to piss. Was he still out there? If he was, I'm sure he heard everything, including Bruce's parting comments. I listened and didn't hear anything. I stood and walked out of the stall and suddenly found myself face to face with my football coach. I stopped cold in my tracks. He looked me in the eyes and said, "well, well. Joe, I never figured you for a cock sucking faggot. If you want me to keep this a secret, come by my office after school on Monday."