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I arrived home from my visit with Chip with my mind still spinning from what I did, and what I've admitted to myself. I hoped the wife would be asleep, but she was up and wanted to play 100 questions. I told her it was great seeing him and catching up, and was going to join him again tomorrow after work for a beer, which was his last night in town.
Surprisingly, she was horny and wanted to fool around. I was so worked up from sucking Chip's amazing cock that I was game. We jumped in bed and screwed in the normal, boring missionary position, and it didn't take long until I unloaded deep in her wet pussy. I started to roll over to go to sleep, but she stopped me.
"You need to make me have an orgasm, too. Eat me like I know you like to do."
She started pushing me down, so I kissed my way down her smooth, chubby stomach. I had led her to believe that I liked to eat her, but I really didn't. I guess it was another attempt to act straight and hide my feared gayness. I nibbled on her clit and then moved down to her opening and discovered my cum mixed with her juices. I licked it up and tongue fucked her, trying to get all of my cum out of her. She must have liked it, as she was moaning and grinding her cunt on my face. Thankfully she came quickly, and I moved up to kiss her goodnight.
We started kissing, and she stopped me. "You smell and taste like sperm!" I rolled off and thought, if she only knew how an hour earlier Chip had fed me two huge loads of his delicious cum. And his cum tastes so much better than her smelly cunt. I was instantly asleep.
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The next day was a struggle. I had a hard time focusing on work. I couldn't get Chip and his amazing cock out of my head. It was so different than yesterday, when I was dreading seeing him again and was afraid I wouldn't be able to maintain my straight persona, and hide my desire to suck his cock again. Today I admitted to myself that I was a cocksucker and I knew I wanted to suck him again and couldn't wait to taste his cum. I was still struggling with my identify, though. Yes, I'm a cocksucker, but does that make my gay? I was so anxious, that I left work early and got to the hotel bar 20 minutes early. I realized I was the only person in the bar as walked up and sat at the bar. The bartender came up and asked, "a Guinness?"
"Yes, how did you know?"
"It's my job, and I always remember what good looking men like you drink."
He went to get my beer and I noticed what a stud he was. He was at least six feet tall, dark hair, and a great build. He was wearing tight black slacks that showed off his great ass, and a white tuxedo shirt with the top buttons open, allowing me a view of his strong, hairy chest. I wondered how I didn't notice him last night. He put my beer down in front of me. As I took a big chug he asked, "your friend still in town."
"Yes, this is his last night."
"So, if you don't mind me asking, how did your reunion go upstairs last night? I couldn't help but overhear some of your conversations and I sensed you two were more than just friends."
"What? What did you think?"
"My job is to be observant, and you both looked like alpha males. There was something about how you two interacted. I was trying to figure out if you were gay, and if so, who was the top, and who was the bottom. When you ordered beer to go and went up to his room, I knew something was going on. Two straight men don't go to one man's room after drinking so many beers, unless....? My guess is that you are gay, and the bottom. And he's the top. Where is your friend, anyway. You aren't getting stood up, are you?"
I looked at my watch and noticed Chip was already 10 minutes late, and took out my phone and texted him I was waiting on him. I finished my beer, introduced myself to the bartender, whose name was Bruce, and ordered another.
Bruce sat my beer down and said, "I hope I wasn't too forward. I'm gay, and have fun trying to read people. So tell me, was I right? are you gay, too."
I had to admit that he read me like a book. This was the first time in my life I had an opportunity to talk openly with someone gay, so I opened up like I never thought I would be able to. I told him about how I had rescued Chip in the shower so many years ago, and had given him two blowjobs, but was overcome with guilt. I had been totally straight, at least in my actions, not my thoughts, since then. That was until last night. I confessed that I loved sucking his cock, but it was all one way, that he wouldn't touch me, wouldn't even let me kiss him after I sucked him off.
"Looks like he's standing you up. He hasn't even returned your text."
I looked at my watch and was disappointed that he hadn't answered, and ordered another beer. Bruce brought me the beer, and as I was the only person in the bar, I had his undivided attention. We continued to chat. Just as I finished the beer my phone buzzed. Chip's message was that the meeting was going late and he should be there in 30 minutes, and he was looking forward to my helping him to relax. He ended his text with a 💋🍆💦. I think Bruce saw the text and commented, "looks like he's taking you for granted."
"He will be here in 30 minutes. I'll have another beer while I wait. But first I need to take a piss." and I got up and headed to the Men's room. The men's room had four urinals on one wall, and I walked up to the third one and opened my pants and pulled them, and my red bikini briefs down just off my hips to make it easier to piss. Just as I was starting to let it flow, the door opened and it was Bruce. He came up to the urinal on my left and opened his pants and pulled his cock out. Yes, I was looking. He, like me pulled them down slightly, put his right hand on his hip, and pulled his shirt half way up his stomach, giving me a great view. He had a line of dark hair running down his stomach to his cock, and what a nice cock! I was staring, and pulled my shirt up to give him a view of mine.
"Well, Steve, do you like what you see?" as he waved it at me.
"Hell yes! you have an amazing cock. How big does it get?"
I was finishing shaking my cock off, and it appeared he had no intention of pissing. He turned, facing me and said, "the waitress is watching the bar for me. We have a few minutes. Why don't you see how big you can make it."
I reached out and grabbed it and leaned over and took it into my mouth and started sucking and running my tongue around the big head as it hardened in my mouth. It was a thrill to feel it growing as I sucked it. He pulled me off his cock and directed me to the last stall. They had floor to ceiling wood louvered doors affording privacy. After closing the door he pulled me to him and started kissing me. We both had our pants part way down and I could feel our cocks being squeezed between our stomachs, as we hugged and kissed, and he was a great kisser, exploring my mouth with his tongue. He was pushing my pants down further and squeezing my naked ass. I had never had a woman be so aggressive in kissing, hugging, and groping my naked ass. It was so different not being the aggressor, and I loved it.
