My wife Anika has a group of girlfriends that go to dinner once a month. Friday was only two days away and as usual I don't have any plans for that day.
My friend Mark and I get together once in a while. He is an architect 10 years younger than I am. He is a good-looking guy but not my type. He told me several years ago that he is gay, I am straight, and it never bothered me. I had nothing to do this Friday, so I called him to chat and we decided to get together for a coffee. Drinking our coffees and chatting about work, life, relationships, etc. Mark subtly says to me "Have you ever had a gay relationship?"
I replied, "Not a relationship but I let a buddy of mine give me a blowjob at University."
He asked, "Was that it, just once?"
"Yes, just the once", I said.
I figured I would ask Mark the next obvious question, "Have you ever been with a straight guy?"
"Several times just one night stands though. I had this one 'booty call' guy at University that I used to get together with. Mid-day between classes he would come to my room. We would fuck around for an hour or so, then he would just leave and text me next time he needed it. I loved it. There were no strings attached and I got to enjoy his great young body and firm cock a couple of times a week. I would suck him and let him 'anal' me. He was just sex for me once a week or so. I even had a boyfriend at the time so the thrill of maybe getting caught made it all the more intriguing. I often wonder what happened to him."
We talked for a bit about other hetero relationships and one night stands I had before my current marriage. All in good fun.
"Hey listen Mark. My wife is out on one of her Girls Nights on Friday. You doing anything? Do you want to get together for dinner?"
"Sure. Why don't you come over to my place? I have a couple of guys I want you to meet anyway."
I thought this sounded innocent enough so agreed whole heartedly.
My wife, Anika was dressed to the nines, smelled great, and looked hot! I asked her who all was going out for dinner with. She said, "Just the usual five of us and no husbands allowed. See you in the early hours."
The girls always went out clubbing and they often got approached by men, but our rule is 'Keep it fresh but no fucking'. Tonight, Anika looked like she was cruising. I am always titillated when she looks so good. Jealous but encouraging to her. She likes to wear this small crop top and has these nice perky tits and a naughty smile. I am sure she gets attention and maybe a bit more. I don't ask and she doesn't tell.
Anyway, off she went, and I headed over to Mark's. Mark had a great house, very modern with a wide-open concept, and a big yard. When I got there, he handed me a bourbon, neat, water back. He knows it is my favorite.
I was a little bit early, so we walked to the back porch to wait the 10 minutes or so until the rest of his guests were to arrive. John was the first one to show up, Derek and John were old friends. Derek was a designer and John is in fashion marketing and Mark's sometimes lover.
We all got along thru dinner and had way too much wine. Eventually the conversation turned to our one-night stands, hetero and straight. We all regaled each other with the 'goods'. I was fascinated with their desire to turn straight guys! Each of them had stories of 'one more beer' with a pickup that ended in a blowjob. It was fun and we had lots of laughs. I wish the girls at my university were that easy.
Mark suggested we move to the living room. He would join us after he went to the 'little boys room'. As we were moving, John went upstairs to join Mark. This was a bit awkward for me, but Derek and I sat down on the couch while he sat down in a chair across from me. We started reminiscing about the good old days and one-offs we had enjoyed. He was particularly interested in the details of the blowjob I had from a gay friend at the University. "How did he approach you? Why did you let him kiss you? Did you reach for his dick or did he instigate? Did you like the feel of his cock? Did you suck him?" He peppered me with several questions for every little memory and it brought back the feeling of the excitement I had at the time. I have to admit.
Derek whispered, "Why didn't you suck him?" I didn't hear him very well, so I leaned over and said "What?" He leaned right up to my ear and said, "Why didn't you suck him?" OMG, my heart started to pound! Here was this good-looking gay guy whispering in my ear and it seemed like such a strange thing for him to do. Too much wine, good conversation and intimate memories. I drew back and said, "I was too shy."
