New Gym Buddies

** As noted in chapter 1, both Mark and I are north of 30. My wife, Sonya is a year older than I am.

If you have not read Chapter 1, I highly recommend it. It's the foundation for this and any subsequent chapters. I've fortunately received some excellent feedback on it. I'm genuinely grateful for your interest, and I hope you enjoy reading it.

The morning after the night before always brings a new perspective. In this case, I was at home, lying in bed, replaying last night's activities. I woke up with my usual morning wood, fortified by the remembrance of Mark and the experience we shared.

I was snapped from my daydreaming by the ding of my phone. I picked it up to see a good morning text from my wife, Sonya. She and the kids were visiting her parents for the next week. Whenever we were apart, we tried to check in first thing in the morning.

"Hey handsome, how was your night?" she asked.

I responded with, "Great. Dinner with Mark was fun, and we had a good time. We ended up going to his place to hang out afterwards and have a few drinks".

Sonya quickly replied, "That's great. This Mark sounds like quite the guy. I can't wait to meet him."

As a rule, I am upfront with everyone on everything. I am honest and firmly believe that if you present the truth first, there will be fewer problems in the future. This development with Mark presented a unique situation. My wife is aware that I am bi-curious. We discussed it at length and incorporated it into our sex life to great results. The concept of me being interested in men is different from the reality of me sucking cock and getting my first facial.

I didn't want to wait until my wife came home to discuss this because that would be hiding something. I also didn't want to discuss this via text as it was more important than that. For these occasions, Facetime is the way to go. Thanks, Apple.

I Facetimed Sonya, and she picked up quickly. We exchanged our usual pleasantries, and I asked if she had some time to chat. She confirmed she did, as everyone else was still sleeping. Figuring there is no time like the present, I started my story.

I recapped the context around Mark and I getting together the night before for Sonya, even though I did not know it when he asked me. I told her how he was gay and that he had a negative experience with a co-worker who didn't realize this. He wanted to be upfront with me as he felt we were becoming good friends and didn't want a repeat scenario.

Sonya nodded in both acknowledgement and understanding.

I continued. "Once we addressed that matter, Mark relaxed considerably. We joked back and forth and enjoyed our meal. What came next stunned me. Mark told me I was among the hottest guys he had ever met. It seems this "bear" thing is real."

Sonya smiled. "Aww, my husband has an admirer. What would Mark pay for some of the pictures and videos I have? To see you in your bearish glory?"

I grinned sheepishly. "Well, Mark already has. I'm not shy at the gym, and he has seen me naked a couple of times. According to him, that cemented his decision to make sure I knew he was gay. It was the thing that changed his interest from attraction to more."

Sonya's face appeared slightly flushed via Facetime. A smirk curled the corners of her mouth as she said, "My husband, the exhibitionist, is teasing guys at the gym. That isn't very nice, dear. How do you expect them to resist your bearish charms?"

I laughed before replying, "I only recently learned I have bearish charms. It will make the locker room more interesting, and I must be more mindful of who is around when I change."

"So, instead of going home to an empty house last night, you decided to hang out with your newly discovered admirer. What trouble did you boys get into?" Sonya asked. My wife, like most, could double as a private investigator with her ability to ask the right questions at the right time.

I responded, "We went to his place and continued the evening's conversation. We had a few more drinks and relaxed. We discussed our common preference for wearing the least amount of clothes possible. I stated that one of the benefits of having the house to myself for a week is the ability to stay naked as much as possible. It was then that Mark asked for our address. In jest. Kind of"

Sonya's breathing had changed, shallower now. "Reese, were you teasing this poor man? He confesses that he thinks you are hot, and you are telling him how much you love to be naked. You probably told him about the big, thick loads you shoot, didn't you?"

I was not surprised at Sonya's reaction to the events of my evening. That said, I was still pleased. It would make the rest of the story easier to tell.

"No, Sonya, I did not tell him about my loads. Mark did ask what my plans were when I got home. Being slightly buzzed and more than slightly horny, I was honest. I told him I was likely going to strip off and jack off as soon as I got home. Since Mark was such a gracious host, I asked if he would like me to empty my nuts before I went home so he could watch."

Sonya let out a little moan. "My God, Reese! How fast did Mark get on his knees?"

I chuckled at her response. "Mark did not get on his knees, but he did make it abundantly clear that he wanted to watch me jack off. You know me, I much prefer to be naked. So, I stood up and, somewhat slowly, stripped off. When I stepped out of my pants and boxers, pooled on the floor, I may have bent over slowly and shown Mark the one thing he didn't see in the locker room. I thought it was the least I could do after all of the kind words he had for me."

This time, Sonya's moan was more pronounced. "My big, strong, manly husband is a fucking cock-tease. I can't believe it. This Mark must be quite the guy."

I continued the story. "Now stripped, Mark's eyes were all over me. Trying to be a proper house guest, I asked him where to sit for my performance. He indicated the chair I had been sitting in was fine. I then inquired, innocently, if he thought it was wise to remain clothed while the object of his sexual desires was less than 10 feet away jacking off. Once he processed the question, he stood and stripped in record time. His cock was rock hard, pointing up at the ceiling and leaking considerably. In case you are curious, baby, his dick is probably an inch longer than mine and just as thick."

"Fuck Reese, I am soaked. I can't believe this. I love that you are exploring this. The fact you are sharing this with me makes my clit throb," Sonya said through heavy breaths.

I continued with the story. "I sat back down, stroking my cock with my right hand and roughly pulling my left nipple with my free hand. Mark was working his own cock, which was shiny with his lube. I told him that while I would love to put on a long, drawn-out show for him, I was too fucking horny. I asked him where he wanted me to cum, and he told me he wanted it all over him. I stood up and crossed the floor to him, getting ready to coat him with my seed."

Sonya let out another long, low moan. I could hear her furiously finger fucking her sopping pussy. Her reaction to my sexual freelancing was better than I could have ever dreamed.

I continued, "I put my foot on the arm of the chair and angled my cock over his torso, at his face, as he worked his cock. As I hit the brink, I ordered him to open his mouth. He happily obliged, sliding down the chair so that he was in perfect position, mouth wide open, waiting for his hot, white gift. My first shot landed to the left of his mouth, and the rest hit his tongue as he hungrily accepted my man juice. I took a nice, tight trip from my balls to my head to give him the last pearl of me, and he happily took that, too. It was fucking amazing, baby."

Sonya gritted her teeth on the other end of our video chat as she seethed "Fffuccckkkk", bringing herself crashing over the edge of her orgasm. It was an intense, whole-body experience for her as her breathing changed into ragged, uneven gasps. I knew she was making a mess in the spare room at her parent's house, and it made my cock throb even more.

"Fuck Reese, that was so intense. I haven't cum that hard, alone, in a very long time. I can't believe my big, manly husband being a cock tease turns me on this much" Sonya observed as she recovered from her orgasm, her breathing returning to normal.

I smiled. "Well baby, I guess we both learned something. Do you want to hear the rest of the story?"

Sonya looked at me, clear-eyed, and said "There is more? Of course I want to hear it ALL" with a pronounced emphasis on the last word.

I resumed the tale. "After painting Mark's face and him swallowing a good portion of my load, he looked pretty satisfied. In the next instant, he slid down even further and began to tongue-bathe my asshole. I couldn't believe it as I spread it to ensure he had complete access. His tongue was magical on my ring as his attention inspired my cock back to life. It appears eating my ass is an interest the two of you share." I said with a self-satisfied smirk. My wife was an ass-eater extraordinaire, introducing it to me within the last year. While unsure about it at first, I had come to absolutely love having my hole eaten.

Wanting to finish the story, I didn't wait for Sonya's response. "I started talking filthy to him, heightening our mutual experience. I ordered him to suck my now-renewed cock. I sat down and watched as he crawled to me on his hands and knees, his rock-hard cock bouncing as he moved. He came to rest between my knees and quickly took me into his expert mouth. The thumb on his right hand found its way to my now thoroughly eaten hole, making delicious circles on my ring. I pushed his head down on my shaft, and he gagged when my cock became lodged in his throat. His low moan of satisfaction sent delicious vibrations through me."

Sonya was looking at me through heavy-lidded, glazed eyes. I could tell she had resumed her pussy play and knew the end of the story would bring her another body-wracking orgasm.

"As Mark continued to work my cock, I asked him if he had been dreaming about sucking my cock? I asked if maybe his fantasy involved my thickness spreading his tight ass, fucking it and seeding it the way sluts always want to be seeded. His thumb's work on my pucker told me I was on target. I told him to get ready for the next load, and Mark increased his expert attention, working to make sure he received every drop of me. With one last swipe of his tongue on the underside of my shaft, I exhaled a moan as I emptied my balls for the second time last night onto, and now into, this man. He didn't hesitate even slightly and received my whole load in his mouth, swallowing it like the happy slut he was. Once he finished receiving my gift, he thoroughly licked my head, shaft, and balls clean like a true gentleman. I was utterly spent and told him what a fantastic mouth he had. As he stood, he assured me that anytime I wanted to empty my nuts, I now knew where to cum." The double entendre made me chuckle.

Sonya had dropped the phone on the mattress, and the camera was now pointing at the ceiling. I could hear her breathing as she continued to play with her pussy. I figured now was a good time to conclude the story.

"So, with Mark standing beside me, his poor cock was impossibly hard and leaking. Now that I could see it up close, it was a gorgeous cock. His balls were heavy, and I knew I had to return the immense kindness he had shown me. I asked him if I could stroke his cock, and he assured me I could if it was what I wanted. I really wanted to. I motioned for him to re-take his seat, and I quickly took my knees for another man for the first time. Being on the opposite end of a hard cock was a new, exciting experience. I pulled the skin taut over his glans with my right hand, lightly jerking his shaft just below his head with my left. Holding his cock this way caused him to produce even more pre-cum which made me curious. I needed to taste it. I asked if I could clean his messy head, and his increased attention gave me the permission I sought."

Sonya had picked up her phone again, paying rapt attention to this part of the story.

"I leaned in and wrapped my lips around his engorged helmet, trying to replicate the actions I enjoyed most. My lips were soft around his girth as my tongue lightly massaged his frenulum. I maintained eye contact with him at this point as I wanted him to know how important his pleasure was to me. His long, low moan told me my effort was appreciated, which just made me want to do more. Without thinking, I slid my lips as far down his shaft as I comfortably could. Before breaking eye contact, I saw his go wide in surprise and lust. Mark's reaction made my cock jump. I now bobbed my head on his cock, my soft, wet lips providing a tight seal for my new friend's straining prick. I made sure to provide enough saliva to keep his cock slick for maximum enjoyment because sloppy blowjobs are the best. With my jaw getting sore, I released Mark's cock from my mouth and wrapped my fist around it, keeping the same pace on his shaft. I told him I knew about his fantasy to suck my cock and have this big bear fuck his hole. I asked him if he thought he could fuck the big bear, burying his cock deep inside the straight bear's well-eaten, virgin, hairy hole. This dirty talk sent him over the edge as he roared the escape of the first rope from his piss slit, going up into the air before splattering his lower abdomen. I moved in closer to ensure I got the whole show, taking the next rope across my face, leaving a trail in my beard. The subsequent shots continued to condition my beard, one landing very close to my mouth. I stuck my tongue out to taste my new friend and found I liked it quite a bit."

"Uhhhh, fuck. I can't believe you took a facial baby. That is so fucking hot" Sonya spat out as she took herself to another crushing orgasm. I loved watching her, even from a distance, convulse as her body revelled in the complete release of her explosion.

I waited patiently as my gorgeous wife returned from the peak of her sexual bliss. As her breathing returned to normal, she laughed the laugh of someone who had just experienced a significant cleansing relief.

"Wow, Reese, I cannot believe it, but I am so happy it happened. I know we have discussed your bi-curiosity before, but I am glad you got to experiment and that it was positive. That is awesome, baby. Congratulations. What do you think is next?"

I had not considered it in detail because it had happened 12-15 hours before, and I had just woken up. I tried to answer Sonya to the best of my abilities.

"Honestly, I don't know. I am confident that Mark and I are excellent friends now. We had a fantastic experience last night that he enjoyed as much as I did. Will it happen again? I don't know. Do I want it to happen again? I am not 100% sure."

Sonya responded, "Well, I am happy you got to experiment. I am even happier that you told me about it. Aside from being extremely hot, I love that you were honest. No one likes secrets or surprises, baby. Even hot ones."

She continued, "I know you aren't sure what's next right now, and that makes perfect sense. I also know that you are home alone for the next week and that you will start thinking with that thick dick again soon. So, on the record, I want you to experiment and have as much fun as possible. I also want a nice sit-down meal with you, Mark, and me the night I return. If this guy is this impressive, I need to meet him. My only request is to be completely safe. We both know you hate condoms, so if this is going to progress, you should probably get tested and make sure Mark does, too. You may never do anything else, but everyone needs to be clean if you choose to. It's much more fun getting dirty when everyone is clean, right baby?" Sonya said that last part with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

I agreed to her request for a meet-and-greet and said I would book a table at our favourite restaurant for the night she returned. I also agreed with her statement about ensuring Mark and I are clean. I'm unsure how to bring that up, but it is too important a topic to be embarrassed about. That is assuming Mark wants any repeat.

The conversation transitioned to more standard stuff as we caught up on Sonya's parents, the kids, and their plans for the next few days. As we said our goodbyes, Sonya said, "Have lots of fun, baby. I would be open to receiving some photos of anything that may happen if Mark didn't mind. Now, it's time to do some laundry. I made a big mess in this bed."

We said our goodbyes and promised to catch up later in the day. Who knew what that conversation would be?