My wife was out of town on business, so there was no need for me to hurry home from the office. I thought I'd go downtown and do some shopping before heading back out to our home in the burbs. I stopped by one of my favorite bars, had a quick beer and set out to visit some new stores that had just opened.
As I waited for the crosswalk light to change I noticed an incredibly handsome man across the street waiting to cross towards me in the crosswalk. He was in his mid-thirties, dressed very nicely and he had a great smile. Actually, we looked a lot alike. He seemed to be about my height of 6 feet all; he had very dark brown hair like mine and he had a great tan. As a former model, and fraternity "face" man, I made an effort to take care of how I looked. My looks had always been a kind of calling card for me in social and business situations. The guy across the street had the same air about him. It wasn't cockiness; just a good case of confidence.
The light changed and we both started walking across the street. As we approached each other he smiled and said, "Hi, great afternoon isn't it?"
was surprised he had spoken, but managed to mumble out a, "Yes, it sure is." After I walked by, I turned to take a look at the guy just as he did the same thing and smiled. I went about my shopping in a couple stores, all the time wondering what was going on in my life. Before I had gotten married I had some doubts about my sexuality. I answered an ad in a local paper to meet a gay man. We met, had sex and it was one of the most horrible experiences of my life. Not enjoying it at all, I convinced myself I couldn't possibly be gay and it was O.K. to get married. But lately, I found myself being more and more attracted to men. And quite often it was the case of gay men being attracted to me. In the past few months several really gorgeous men had made passes at me, which I always brushed off politely. My wife and I had even talked about it. She suggested I just accept the advances as a compliment and not let it bother me. She said men and women had always been attracted to me - it was something she even noticed during our college days.
I was kind of lost in thought as I went out the door of one store. I looked up and there he was again. This time, as he got closer, I noticed one major difference between us. He had beautiful blue eyes. Mine are brown. His eyes twinkled at me as he said, "We've got to stop meeting like this," and laughed, continuing on his way past the storefronts.
Something about him made my cock start to harden as I watched him, and his great ass, move up the street. I was stunned to find myself so attracted to another man and thinking about how it would be to go to bed with him. I went back to the bar I'd visited earlier, had another beer and headed to the parking garage where I'd left my car. I fumbled for my keys as I neared the corner. Just then someone came around the corner and I ran directly into them. I looked up just as my dream man grabbed me to keep me from losing my balance. After numerous apologies to and from each other, he asked if he could buy me a drink.
We went to a nearly restaurant and bar. I soon learned his name was Mike, he was an airline pilot and this was his first layover in my city. One drink led to another and Mike asked me to have dinner with him at a restaurant near his hotel. We got along like two long-lost friends. Although he never said he was gay, there was an amazing sexual tension between the two of us. My hard, dripping cock told me I was interested. I just hoped he was, too.
