Getting Bac on My Feet

For the days following the blowjob I had received from Marc, I could hardly think of anything else. As I drifted off to sleep the night it had happened, I found myself replaying the whole scene in my head, and becoming very aroused. I jerked off thinking about Marc's strong hands caressing my chest, him pinching my nipples, and taking my cock into his mouth. I woke up the next morning still thinking about it, wondering what it meant. Was it just a one-time thing? Should I devote less mental energy to it? Maybe it was just a blowjob, an experiment, however successful.

Marc, on the other hand, made it seem like nothing had happened. What had occurred between us went unacknowledged when I saw him the next day, making breakfast in the kitchen. He gave me a cheerful "good morning!" but then proceeded to drink his coffee and browse the news on his phone. After a few minutes, he said "Well, time's wasting. Got lots of appointments today. See you later, man." And with that, he grabbed his work bag and headed out the door.

I dawdled over the rest of my breakfast, trying to read the news, but not really paying much attention. I was still processing the Event that had happened the prior day. After a while, I decided it was time to put it out of my mind and get to work.

The morning at work passed pretty uneventfully. Meetings, calls, emails. More meetings, more calls, and an endless string of emails. Luckily, the mindless process of work was sufficiently distracting, and it was 1:30 before my friend Carole stopped by my desk.

"Nick, want to grab a late lunch?"

"Hey Carole! Definitely. Where were you thinking?"

"Anywhere's fine. I just need to get out of here for a while."

Carole is my work wife. We started at the company around the same time and became fast friends. We usually ate lunch together a few times a week, and often met up for drinks after work. Carole is perpetually single and likes to bitch about it, but she's pretty attractive and hooks up with different guys on occasion. Carole is also hilarious. She never holds back her opinion. She's quick to call you on your bullshit. During my divorce, it was great to have Carole around to tell me to stop moping so much. But she was also super supportive and understanding.

We walked outside our building. It was a perfect Los Angeles day, about 75 degrees with a light breeze and sunny. We headed for a Mexican place a few blocks away. It was our usual go-to spot because we could order daytime beers there, and no one from our office really went there.

We made small talk about work on our walk to the restaurant, but I was preoccupied. Carole could sense that something was off. She called me out immediately after we were seated.

"Nick - what's going on with you? Clearly something is on your mind."

"No, it's nothing. Just been feeling a little...distracted today. I'm all good."

"Bullshit. Something is bugging you, and I know it. Now, either snap out of it, or tell me what's on your mind. I've known you long enough to tell when something is weighing on you."

And before I knew it, I was spilling the entire tale to Carole. I told her about moving into a new apartment with a gay roommate. I told her how what had begun as an innocent massage escalated really quickly into me receiving the best blow job of my life. I told her how Marc had caressed my torso, and how he played with my nipples, how he had kissed me and how I felt with his strong arms around me, how I was like putty in his strong, masculine hands, how unbelievably erotic the whole situation was. I told her how I hadn't been able to stop thinking about it since it happened, and how it had really scrambled my self perception as a straight guy. I probably talked uninterrupted for ten minutes as I related the entire story.

Carole's mouth hung open in an expression of complete shock.

"Nick...that's really not what I had been expecting you to tell me. I thought you were gonna tell me that you had money troubles, or you were sad about your ex wife. Not that you'd been blown by a hot guy and that you were now considering becoming gay." She smirked.

"I'm not considering becoming gay!" I snapped. Some of the nearby diners turned and looked over their shoulder as I said this. I lowered my voice.

"Nick, It's OK. If this is something that you feel like you need to explore, you should go for it. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Cock is great, I love it too! If you want my honest opinion, here it is: you're a recently divorced guy who's in moderately good shape, but who doesn't really have any dating prospects right now. Right?"

"Right," I conceded.

"Through sheer luck, you've found yourself living with a hot guy who finds you attractive, and who has basically told you that he's willing to give you mind-blowing oral sex whenever you want it. You need to not look a gift whore in the mouth, so to speak, and just use that whore's mouth. You NEED to explore this. It may mean that you discover that you're bisexual, or even fully gay, and that's OK too. It's 2022, for fuck's sake."

Carole then fixed me with a stern look, which indicated that she wasn't fucking around.

"At the VERY least, you need to repay Marc the favor, and suck his dick."

I coughed on my drink when she said this.

"Nick, I'm serious. It'd be fucked up for you to just get your dick sucked and not repay the favor. Promise me you'll do it. Promise me."

"I don't know, Carole...This is all so new and weird. I never thought about sucking another dude."

"Don't be such a baby. You may discover that you're a born cocksucker and can't live without guzzling load after creamy load of hot cum. Now, come on. I need to run an errand, and you need to get back to the office."

We left the restaurant and Carole said that she'd see me later, then turned the other direction. I walked back to the office in something of a daze. I hadn't expected Carole to be so forceful in her reaction to my story. I was still a surging mix of thoughts. I kept coming back to how amazing Marc's hands felt as he fondled my pecs and tweaked my nipples, and how amazing it felt as I reached a shuddering climax in his hot mouth. Maybe Carole was right. Maybe I needed to get over whatever reservations I had and just see where this situation led me. No one needed to know about it. I could just enjoy myself.

I got back to the office and felt more clear headed than I had all day. It felt good to unburden myself. I spent the rest of the day knocking shitt off my to-do list.

At the end of the day, most people had cleared out of the office, but I took a break to go get some coffee across the street. Since I've been single, I usually am among the last people to leave. I'd probably finish the coffee and head back and get another 45 minutes of work done, then head home. I sat on a stool at the coffee shop thinking of everything that had happened that day. I thought about Carole's stern command that I give Marc a return blowjob and I chuckled. Could I really do that?

I walked back across the street and got into the elevator. By the time I got back to the office, all the lights in the office were dimmed. When I got to my desk I saw a pink cardboard box sitting on my chair, with a little card in an envelope carefully placed on top of it.

I opened the card. It said "These are a few things to help you prepare for all the fun you'll soon be having. Love ya, Bitch. -Carole"

I opened the box. In it there were three buttplugs in a package that said "Anal Training Kit." Underneath the buttplugs were two jockstraps and. One in an iridescent blue color, and the other in an orange mesh. Underneath the jocks, there was a medium sized bottle of lube. I almost laughed out loud. Carole was way more into this than I could have imagined. I was glad that no one was in the office. I'm not sure how I could explain to HR an anal training kit and two jockstraps showing up at my desk. I packed everything up quickly.

When I got home, the apartment was dark. Marc was off somewhere. I didn't really feel hungry, so I went to my room. I set Carole's package down on the bed and chuckled again. Did I really want to do this? Did I really want to explore these newfound gay desires that were rapidly becoming a distraction?

I opened the box from Carole and pulled out the skimpy blue jock. What the hell, I thought. Might as well try it on. I took off my pants and shirt. I looked at my plain blue boxers. The jockstrap was certainly more visually interesting than these, that was for sure. I slid my boxers down and pulled the jock on.

I walked over to the mirror on the wall and took in my physique. Not bad for a 38-year old divorcee, I thought. I still had decent muscular definition. The workouts were definitely continuing to pay off. I had pretty muscular thighs, and my ass looked perky framed by the blue fabric straps. I looked at the way the jock accentuated my bulge, and I adjusted the straps underneath my buttcheeks so they fit perfectly. I loved the way the iridescent fabric changed color in the light. I struck a pose and flexed my biceps. Not too bad at all, I thought.

Just then, I heard the front door open as Marc came home. I hurriedly pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

"Nick! Are you home dude?"

"Hey Marc! What's up?"

I came out of my room. Marc was standing at the kitchen counter. He was wearing a fitted dress shirt, and I had a brief flashback to his naked, muscular torso. I shook my head, trying to get the arousing image out of my mind.

"Hey dude, I was just thinking about ordering some food for dinner. Too tired to cook anything. Are you interested?"

"Sure...That sounds great." I said.

"Cool. There are a bunch of menus in the drawer. Pick anything you want, and I'll venmo you."

I rummaged through the drawer and pulled out a menu for Chinese. Marc went to his room to change out of his work clothes. I looked at the menu, trying to decide what to order. I finally made a decision and called the Chinese place. They said it would take 90 minutes for the food to arrive.

A quiet settled over the apartment with Marc in his room, and my thoughts returned. It was all so weirdly exhilarating to think again about what had happened the other night. Carole was right. I needed to explore this more. I needed to at least talk to Marc and let him know how much this had been bugging me.

I walked down the hall to Marc's door which was slightly ajar and knocked.

"Hey dude - come on in. What's up? Did you order the food yet? I'm starving."

Marc was wearing a pair of mesh shorts and no shirt.I allowed myself to fully take in the sight of his lean, muscular torso. I admired his broad shoulders and sculpted pectoral muscles, his defined abdominals, and the cute trail of hair trailing down his abs to his shorts, and what was underneath.

"Marc...We need to talk about the other night..." I said as I sat down on the edge of his bed. Marc took a seat beside me.

"I've been thinking about it non-stop since it happened. It's really been fucking with my head."

"Nick...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel violated. I just got caught up in the moment, and you looked so hot, and I couldn't help myself. I swear it'll never happen again. Let's just move past it as roommates and never talk about it again. I'm sorry."

"No, Marc. You're not understanding what I'm trying to say. I'm trying to tell you that I liked it. I'm trying to tell you that what happened the other night woke something inside me that I didn't know was there. I'm trying to tell you that I need to explore this more. With you, I hope." I put my hand on Marc's knee and slid it slowly up his thigh.

"Wow, Nick. OK. I had no idea. I thought you were totally straight."

"I did too. Until the other night. But what was it you said? I believe it was: "Every guy should try gay sex twice, once to see if he likes it, and twice just to make sure." Wasn't that it? Well, I'm pretty sure I liked it the first time, but I think there's more that I need to experience if I want to make sure." I smirked and rubbed his thigh, gliding my hand closer to his crotch. I could see his dick start to harden underneath his mesh shorts.

Marc's hands found their way to my shirt, lifting it over my head. I frantically tugged at his athletic shorts, pulling them off of his legs. His throbbing cock bounced as I pulled off his athletic shorts. I reached over, taking his cock in my hand. It was such a weird sensation, feeling hard cock other than my own in my hand. I noted the heat it generated, how the veins stood out, and how Marc's breath quickened as I lightly traced my index finger from the head down to his balls, which I gently took into my hands, playing with them delicately.

Marc stood me up from the bed where we had been sitting, and pushed me to the wall. I gripped his cock as he hungrily kissed my neck and fondled my pecs. His hands worked their way down my torso to my waistband. He started tugging my shorts down, massaging my ass with his strong hands.

This was the moment I realized that I was still wearing the jockstrap I had been trying on earlier. Finally, my shorts fell to my ankles and my new iridescent blue jock was exposed to Marc.

"N-Nick...What are you wearing?" Marc stuttered. I could feel myself blushing as Marc traced his fingers along the straps underneath my ass, and then started stroking my very hard bulge, which was stretching jock's fabric.

"It's a long story. I'll explain later." I said, whereupon I dropped to my knees. There it was bobbing lazily, inches from my face. Marc's hard cock was about 7 inches long, and girthy. His pubes were trimmed close, and his upward-curving cock had a beautiful mushroom head. A sweet-looking pearl of precum had formed at the tip of Marc's cock. This was the moment of truth. I leaned forward slightly, parting my lips, and I took it in. For the first time, a cock was passing my up-til-now straight lips.

I took the head of Marc's cock into my mouth. I let out a low moan, I was so turned on by the situation. Marc placed his hands on my head and gave a huge sigh. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead, paying special attention to the sensitive ridge where the head meets the shaft. Marc bucked his hips, pushing a few more inches into my mouth. I coughed a bit, but then Marc started slowly stroking his cock in and out of my mouth.

I felt so gay and slutty, kneeling at the foot of Marc's bed, wearing an iridescent blue jockstrap as this hot man began to work his cock in and out of my hot, wet mouth. As Marc worked hi cock deeper into my mouth and throat, I began to get into the rhythm of things, working the base of his shaft with my hand, paying special attention to the head of his cock.

"Fuck, yeah, you slut. Take that cock! I knew you weren't straight. I'm gonna blow my load down your throat!"

All I could do was reply with a muffled "Mmmmphh!" as he pressed into my mouth again. And reader, he did blow. After a few more pumps at my mouth, Marc let out a deep grunt, and I felt his creamy load shoot into my mouth. He let loose rope after rope, and all I could do was swallow. I managed to get most of it. His last two pumps landed on my face, which he then took to his fingers and licked off.

"Fuck, Nick! What brought that on? That was an amazing blowjob. I find it hard to believe that you've never had a penis in your mouth before!"

"Honestly, Marc. I've been thinking about doing that since the other night. I had to know what your cock would feel like in my mouth. Fuck, it was awesome."

Marc collapsed on the bed, and I crawled up beside him. Marc naked, me still in my jock. Marc's hand came to rest on my exposed ass cheek, as he breathed heavily, eyes closed.

Just then, the doorbell rang. It was the food delivery. I scrambled to throw on my t-shirt and shorts. Marc continued to lay there as I rushed to the front door to get our food.