The Seduction

I was freezing as I walked along the avenue, the cold wind biting at my exposed face. I focused on each step as I considered the events of the evening. I had gone to the pool hall to see if anyone I knew might happen to be there but it was Sunday night and things were pretty slow. It was getting late so I had decided to head home. "Not too many cars out tonight," I thought to myself as I walked alone. One older pickup truck slowed along side, the driver beckoned to me through the open passenger window. "Hey, do you need a lift?"

"No, I'm okay."

"Do you want to get high? I have some weed and we could hang out at my place if you like."

It was foggy and cold. I didn't have any plans so I accepted his offer and climbed in. He drove a short ways to his place, just off of the main drag.

He unlocked the front door and stepped inside, flipping the light switch on as he went. I followed him in. "The Stone Room is in the back, straight through. Just make yourself at home and I'll join you in a minute."

It was a dimly lit area, probably a converted porch. It was nice to be out of the cold and as I looked around, I thought to myself how nice it was of this random guy to invite me over. I plopped down on an over-sized bean bag chair and admired the florescent posters adorning the walls as I waited.

He appeared with a lit joint, took a drag, then passed it to me. "Would you like a beer?" I took a hit and went to pass it back to him. He said to keep it just as he was lighting another one for himself.

"Sure, I'll have a beer." I was starting to get comfortable when he returned with a couple of cold ones for us. We clinked our bottles together and took a swig. He set his down to put on a record before sitting across the room from me. Music began to fill the silence between us. Pink Floyd down low was good background noise so we could still talk. We sat there as we smoked and drank, sharing conversation. I was getting pretty buzzed.

He told me that he drove trucks and was only home on the weekends. He asked me if I worked.

"I have a part time job where I clear tables and wash dishes."

He asked me, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Yes, I do."

"Does she give you head?"

"No, not yet. We haven't been together very long."

"There is nothing like having your cock sucked. It's the best!" I was surprised at what he was saying, maybe it was just the weed and alcohol doing the talking.

"I love having my mine sucked but I also like to be the one doing the sucking." Where did that come from?

"I could suck yours if you want." Whoa, I wasn't expecting that. I had never been exposed to anything like this but my eighteen year old dick was waking up as he continued.

"I have some trucker friends that I sometimes spend time with. I might suck theirs or they might suck mine. It feels great and it's way better than being alone."

"I don't know man, I'm not gay."

"Neither am I. I like women but sometimes a guy just need a release, you know?"

He moved to his knees on the floor in front of me and placed his hands on top of my thighs. He looked into my eyes and told me, "Just relax and let me show a good time. If you want me to stop, just say so."

It felt good as he messaged my legs. Before long he was rubbing his hands all over me. My dick was straining against my jeans. Oh man, I was going to have my dick sucked for the first time and by a dude that I just met!

He loosened my belt and unbuttoned my jeans, brushing casually against my hard-on. He removed my boots and socks as I took another hit. He slid my pants off leaving me in just my t-shirt and boxers. He then lowered his chin to my lap, resting it on my bulge. I continued to grow harder as he rubbed his face against my crotch. He began kissing and mouthing my shaft. I could feel my cock leaking and making a wet spot in my underwear.

He slid my boxers down so that my cock and balls sprang out over the waistband. Then wrapped his fingers around the base of my throbbing cock, pointing it towards his face. "You okay?", he asked as he looked up to me.

"I'm okay," my homophobic inhibitions were falling by the wayside. He cupped my balls and leaned forward and swiped his tongue across the slit, collecting the pool of liquid that had formed there. He leaned back and savored the taste of my leaking nectar. He slathered his tongue all over my balls then licked my shaft from the base to the tip, getting it all nice and wet. His moist lips caressed the head of my cock keeping me at full attention. He would alternate teasing the head and sucking about half way down and then back up again.

He held the base with one hand and stroked up and over my sensitive head several times with the other. Leaning in again, he engulfed the head in his mouth, flicking his tongue against the underside. I never knew how good it could feel! I was squirming with delight as he slipped his slobbery lips off of my cock and looked at me, wiping his mouth and smiling.

"Do you like that?"

"Oh god yes, it feels fantastic!" He sucked my hard cock back into his mouth sliding his lips even farther down my shaft. I could feel it bumping against the back of his throat before he eased slowly back up the entire length with firm suction. I was writhing in ecstasy as he continued making out with my pleasure pole. I got harder and harder as he bobbed up and down my raging hard-on with reckless abandon.

"Would you mind if I jacked off while I keep sucking your cock?"

"Go ahead, just don't stop!" He undid his pants and lowered them to his knees. He fondled himself with both hands until his cock was fully erect. He kept stroking himself as he reached for mine. Watching him work both of our cocks was pushing me to the edge. He lowered his mouth back to my cock and continued suckling the head. He kept up the rhythm with both hands as he was sucking me off. I was nearing my final plateau so I grabbed a handful of his hair to slow the pace. He kept a steady rhythm with his hands as he kept sucking my cock.

It was too much so I pushed him away and began jacking myself. He kicked his pants off and laid on his back next to me while he continued beating off. "Tell me when you are about to finish because I want you to cum in my mouth."

I heard his words but I couldn't hold off. I was too far along to pause and I shot several volleys onto my stomach and chest. He erupted just as I finished. I was laying back with my eyes closed, basking in my post climatic haze when I felt him move over me. I opened my eyes as he lowered his head to my stomach and started licking. He cleaned me off, sucking up my creamy white cum and worked his way to my chest. He was lightly biting my nipples with his lips causing me to gasp and quiver. His tongue snaked a slimy trail up to my neck. He was licking my ears with the tip of his tongue. He started nibbling at my earlobes and darting his tongue inside. Just as I thought he would try to kiss me he whispered in my ear, "I'm going to go and take shower."

Once he left the room it dawned on me what had just happened. What was going to happen next? I freaked out! I hurriedly put my clothes back on and ran out the door before he came back. Once I was outside and a good distance from the house I felt better, safer, knowing that my secret would not be discovered. I'm not gay but I just had a gay experience and I absolutely loved it!

Thinking back, I wonder how different my life might have been had I had decided to stay. Would I have become gay.? Would I have sucked his cock and if I did, would I have liked it? How far would it have gone? I'll never find out. We didn't know each other and we never met again. I just wonder...