If you enjoyed the first
Spotting Shane
chapter, I hope you'll like this continuation. This story is pure, unadulterated and mostly true. ;-)
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As Samantha stood in front of me, the look on her face had quickly gone from one of utter disgust to that of being emotionally crushed as the tears began to fall down her face and she turned and walked away from me. I closed the bedroom door and sat down on our bed trying to mentally process everything that had happened in the last couple of hours.
Just since lunchtime I had gone from being a bi-curious guy with a penchant for women, to a full-fledged male whore, kissing, sucking and fucking another guy I had just met at the gym. Now Sam, a woman whom I deeply cared for and probably even loved, had had her world turned upside down after discovering the sexual intimacy I should have been sharing with her had, in fact, been shared with another man.
I stayed there for a while as I tried to summon up the guts to face her. When I walked out to the living room she was curled up on the couch crying softly. This was difficult for me because the last thing I ever want to do in this world is hurt someone I care about.
I sat down next to her, draping my arm over her shoulder trying to console Sam but she just moved away from me. I couldn't blame her after she'd seen the texts Shane had sent to my phone.
"How could you do this to me Ryan?" she cried.
"I am so very sorry Sam. I never meant to hurt you like this," I said remorsefully.
"You promised me!" she sobbed into one of the throw pillows.
"You promised me when I moved out here with you that you would always be faithful to me...that you would never, ever cheat on me...you bastard..." she bawled, her words fading into a mere whisper.
I felt about two inches tall and a world class piece of crap thinking about the incredible sadness and despair I had brought into our home.
"Why Ryan? Why would you do this to me...to us?" she asked as her sobs turned into sniffles, the rage beginning to creep back into her voice.
"I don't know...I didn't mean for it to happen. It just did."
"It just
happened
?" a hint of incredulity in her quavering voice. "What the fuck does that even mean?"
"I mean, I met a guy at the gym and we went back to his apartment, and well, things just happened. I guess I was acting on impulse or something."
"Impulse? That's bullshit Ryan. Impulse is suddenly going out and buying a new motorcycle or, or taking a last-minute trip to Cabo. It's not going to some guy's apartment and having sex with him," she spat.
I just sat there in silence for a minute, not really knowing what I could possible say that would really matter at this point.
"Sam," I said, shaking my head, "I don't even know what to say except that I'm very sorry that I hurt you. I really didn't intend for this to happen."
Samantha sat up and wiped the tears from her very puffy red eyes. She glared at me with her arms folded across her chest. I handed her a tissue from a box sitting on the end table.
"You know, I always figured that if you ever screwed around on me it would be with that blond bimbo that hangs out at the pool. But I never thought it would be with a guy," she replied, shaking her head.
She eyed the blank expression on my face for a long moment before asking, "So why didn't you tell me you were gay before we moved in together?"
The question stunned me.
"I'm
not
gay Sam," I said, maybe a little too defensively.
"Then tell me what it is Ryan. Please, just be honest with me and with yourself for once so I can try and make sense of it all."
I took a big gulp of air and decided to just be as honest and transparent as I could now. That's the least she deserved given what I had just put her through.
I went into a long explanation of how I've always been curious and had often fantasized about being with another guy.
"I think everybody thinks about that at one time or another," she replied. "Hell, I've confided in you about wanting to experiment with another girl but that doesn't mean we have to go act on our fantasies Ryan."
"Sam, I watch gay porn...a lot. And I've even been to gay bars by myself just to see what they're like. The truth is, I'm attracted to good looking people including guys with big dicks. When I saw Shane in the shower today, I just kind of walked over the edge and it happened," I explained, knowing it was a lame excuse at best.
"Well, from the selfie he texted you it looks like you found a guy with a big one." It was as much of a question as it was an observation.
I nodded.
"So was this your first time?"
"First time...?"
"You know what I'm asking. Was this your first time with another guy?" she asked impatiently.
"Yeah, it was my first time," I answered truthfully.
"So, did you let him do you in the ass?" she asked flatly.
"God no. Did you see how big he is?" I answered, as if that was some major deterrent for me.
"Then, did you go down on him?"
"Yes."
"Did you like it?"
"Uh huh."
"Did he cum in your mouth like you do to me?"
I nodded again.
"And did you swallow?"
"Yes."
"I see," Samantha sighed, wringing her hands as she looked down at the floor.
Then I saw her glance over at me and she noticed the distinct lump in my jeans. She reached over and palmed it, feeling the outline of my tool through the denim.
"Well, since we're both being truthful...I have to admit that the thought of you being with another guy kind of turns me on too."
Standing up, she reached out and took my hand.
"Come on," she said pulling me up off the couch. Then she turned and led me back to our bedroom.
Samantha quickly shed her shirt and jeans as she stared at me lustfully. She undid her bra. freeing her pert breasts, her nipples hardening from the cool air of the ceiling fan. She pushed her thong down her legs, stepped out of it and pulled back the sheets of the bed and crawled in. Naked, I crawled in and laid beside her.
Without saying a word, Sam went between my legs and took my erection in her mouth, her lips wrapped around the head, her tongue swirling around it as she sucked me in. She took all of my length into her mouth and I could feel it as my cockhead entered her throat. As quickly as she had engulfed my dick, she slid up the shaft and with her tongue licking just below the slit, she gathered some of the precum on the tip and tasted it.
With my throbbing dick at her lips, she looked at me with her dark brown eyes. "Does Shane suck dick as good as I do?"
"No way," I lied, as she took my cock back into her mouth.
I closed my eyes and imagined his lips around my shaft and me fucking his throat like I had that afternoon, desperately wanting to cum in his mouth again. As she deepthroated my cock, I imagined what it would be like to be able to take all of Shane the same way.
After a few minutes of sucking my hard prick, she let it fall out of her mouth and turned and crawled towards the end of her bed. Resting on her elbows, she pushed her ass into the air and turned her head back toward me.
"Now fuck me like you fucked him today," she ordered.
I crawled towards her and my head lined up with her slit as my tongue reached for her tight little bud and I started licking it. It didn't have the sexy musky scent that Shane's did as I rimmed her, priming her hole for my cock just as I had done for him. I had eaten her ass plenty of times and even fingered her there, but I had never taken her anally. My first such experience had been with Shane just a few hours earlier.
Sam handed me a small bottle of lube saying, "Here, you'd better use some of this."
I poured a liberal amount of the cool liquid into the crack of her ass and started working her tight hole with my finger, loosening her up, before inserting a second digit inside. When I was sure she was ready for me, I got up on my knees and pushed the head of my cock up against her anal opening. I paused for a moment, imagining it was Shane's beautiful hole I was about to enter, then I slowly pushed my cock inside and through her tight sphincter.
When my dick was fully buried in her ass, I slowly withdrew it until only the head was in, her muscles gripping it tightly, then I pushed my meat all the way back in. She groaned when she felt the tip hit her farthest reaches.
"Am I as tight as Shane?" she grunted through clenched teeth, pushing her hips back to meet my thrusts.
I didn't bother to answer her as I slid my cock out of her then pushed back in, this time with more force as if to punish her for her passive-aggressive attitude.
"Oomph," she groaned into the bed as I started rocketing my cock into her hole.
As I slammed into her, I wanted to reach around and feel Shane's engorged prick again, sliding his lubricated shaft in my fingers. I wanted to stroke that meat in my hand as I pumped his powerful ass, breeding him, my balls slapping him from behind. The tension in my sac had been building for hours and I knew my release was at hand as I reached the tipping point and began ejaculating and filling her tunnel with my seed.
After my quick climax, I fell back on the bed physically and emotionally exhausted. I had desperately wanted for it to be him that I was making love to, not her, when the reality of everything suddenly consumed me. I had gone scorched Earth and taken the
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