Desires
Chapter 3
I had fallen asleep and awoke the late that afternoon. My head was still swimming from the events of the previous night. I had no real understanding of what had happened or even how it had happened. A bit calmer now, I went to the kitchen and fixed myself some coffee maybe that would help. The shock was beginning to wear off, sleep and the coffee helped with that, now maybe I could think a little more clearly and figure out what was going one with me.
As I sat thinking, I knew that I had allowed my sexual arousal to take over, surrendering to my desire for pleasure that was pretty clear to me. The question was not how it had happened, but what was behind my behavior after that initial encounter. I had spent the night with another man, not only that, but it had felt good, felt right, like it was supposed to be that way. Not only had I had accepted it completely, I was eager for more. Fear crept into place and now that I was thinking clearly again, I knew I shouldn't let that happen again, or should I. What was certain was that I need time to think before another encounter like that, time to consider what the implications were, where it would lead my life.
The best I could come up with at that moment was to get my mind off of it for a time and give myself time to recover. Well there was housework and chores that needed attending to so I got dressed and got busy. All day my mind would start wandering and I would need to focus on the task at hand. I would stop later to consider my next actions, but for now I just needed to put it on the back burner. I finally finished what needed doing and set about fixing myself some dinner. Cooking seemed the only task that day that left no room for day dreaming about sex. I had eaten quickly and began cleaning up before my thoughts began addressing my situation.
I fixed another cup of coffee and sat down on the couch, time to face facts. I had sex with another man, not some quickie blow job, I had gone home with a man, let him seduce me, and spent the entire night in his bed. More importantly, the next morning, I had begged him, begged him for more. There wasn't much doubt, my feelings and the tingling in my body I was feeling as I thought about it, clearly indicated I was gay. This was something I hadn't considered. Yeah, I had fantasized about cocks, even masturbated, but this was way more involved than a quick orgasm. This wasn't a sexual fantasy or even a fetish, the feelings I had experienced only had one explanation, I was gay.