My wife raised her eyebrows twice at me with a nod to the right. I looked over and 3 men were playing Twister naked. One of their dicks was hanging over the head of another. Cat and I smiled at each other before we turned back up Folsom.
The Folsom fair was a fun, exciting jaunt for a straight couple like us. We were fully comfortable with every sexual topic out there. We watched porn together. We talked about women I found attractive, and men she found irresistible. There was no sense of jealousy. Acting on any of that attraction for either of us was a no-go however. That was fine by me. It felt like a perfectly healthy monogamous relationship.
Folsom was of course right at the limit for us. Men were gay so not an option for her. I was famously straight and she knew my history. We used to watch gay porn together when she had a thing for that. It never once did anything for me. I'm not against it, we watched it many times. But I was not turned on by it unless I was watching her get off to it. As far as real-life experience, I had a moment in college with a twink-y guy. We made out. He tried to suck me off, but I could not get hard. It felt cool a guy was into me, but that's as far as I was able to make it work. With all that evidence, I knew it just wasn't in the cards for me to get aroused by guys. Another life I guess.
As we walked up the streets, the scene was a little overwhelming. Leather and jock straps abound. The genitals of many, many men were on full display. She held my hand tightly. I could tell she was into some of these men, seeing their cocks and asses out got her going. The occasional blow job caught her eye, and she would stop to watch with me. Every now and again, she would turn into me and let her hand graze across my cock; clearly checking to see if my status had changed. But it was just projection from her because I remained disappointingly flaccid.
Eventually we got to a storefront with a man outside. He was a younger looking, 35-year-old Asian man. He was built like a truck; a very muscular chubby guy. He was 5'8 so a bit shorter than me. He wore nothing but a jockstrap and leather harness. His harness pushed his muscular, but voluptuous pecs outward. The extra weight he was carrying really filled out his pecs more than your standard muscle guy.
My wife eyed him up and down. He wasn't quite her type; I was. Your standard white dad bod. I worked out a few times a week, but also enjoyed food. I had a single block of abs where others with better eating habits might have a 6pack. My arms were large and bit hairy, but not as large as this man who had more muscle and more weight behind his bulging biceps. He also had exceptionally thick thighs and calves. Literal tree trunks. I was impressed by his physique in a way that you might be impressed by a statue's physique.
He stood behind a large wooden table with a poster sign. "Prove you are straight for $1000." My wife and I read the sign and immediately looked at each other, both of us raised our eyebrows.
"What's this about?" Catherine asked the man.
"Well, I'll pay any man $1,000 if I can't make him cum." The man said.
"Does he have to do anything?" Cat asked as I stared on wondering whether she would force me to try and take this man's money.
"Nope. He can just stand there. I'll do the work if he really doesn't end up enjoying it. If he can't stay hard or finish then I pay him $1,000. I'm Kevin by the way." Kevin smiled and extended a hand to shake my wife's. He had thick black eyebrows, slightly chubby cheeks, and his features were kind. The type of person you might expect to see volunteering in a button down, instead of at Folsom in a jock strap. Maybe he did both.
Cat looked at me. And then took his hand as she thought of more questions. "We are Cat and Brad. How long do you have, and what are you allowed to do to get him off?"
"I'm allowed to do anything. If he hasn't cum in 10 minutes, he just says stop, and I'll give you the $1,000," Kevin answered nonchalantly as though peddling a smoothie, rather than his holes.
Cat looked back at me. She grazed my cock again. Still soft. She turned my shoulder so we stood away from Kevin. "What do you think? Honestly, this could go a long way towards a down payment on the car, honey."
"It feels weird, no? I feel confident, but this is a bit crazy, no?"
Her eyes were on fire. I couldn't tell if she was into the idea or she just literally thought we could make money. She replied, "I think we should. It might be kind of hot to see a guy failing to get you off when I know that I can. We can obviously just stop it if he is going to win."
"Ya I suppose." I replied meekly. The reward was pretty good, but it felt like a lot for it. It felt like I was living an absurd "would you rather" or "how much money would it take" question.
"Okay we will do it," Cat replied turning back to Kevin.
Kevin laughed a very boyish chuckle. "Fantastic! I should warn you, no straight guy has been able to hold back. They always bust in one of my holes."
"Confident, are we? I suspect it is just the repressed ones," Cat said as we both smiled back at him.
"Okay then my only rule is that you can't get mad at me if you cum."
"Ya no worries about that," I laughed.
Kevin came around the table. His large bulge, pecs, and thighs bouncing ever so slightly with each step. I was actually surprised by just how beefy this guy was. Everything about him had a jiggle. He started a clock on the table as he walked out toward me.
Kevin put a hand behind my neck and pulled me towards him. His juicy fat lips hit mine. It was an incredible kiss. Electric even.. His upper and lower lip hugged my bottom. I found myself kissing him back just because he was so good. I pulled away and looked at my wife. She shooed me back with her hand. Unworried. But my cock for the first time with a guy moved to 10% hardness. Nothing crazy.
Kevin very expertly began to pull down my sport shorts as we kissed. His hand found my cock which was sweaty from walking around. His thick fingers around it felt nice. Kevin pulled my shirt over my head and kissed his way down my hairy chest. I felt suddenly quite visible in becoming one of the naked, public sex participants at Folsom. This was for other people. Not straight guys in monogamous relationships. And yet, I was basically naked with my pants around my running shoes, and a thick Asian man kissing his way down to my cock.
His mouth devoured my soft cock. The feeling was nice. I looked down at him. He looked up at me. His eyes desperate, piercing. His mouth full. That sent me to 20%. A little more blood flow on my barely hanging cock. I looked at the table, 90 seconds had passed. I was doing fine. Kevin began to move my cock in and out. His tongue was doing fancy work that no woman had ever given me. His suction dragged his saliva up my shaft before he'd make my cock disappear again. Both his hands grabbed each cheek of my ass so that he could pull me in to fuck his mouth. I stayed resolute, uninterested, letting him do the work.