THE SEDUCTION OF ROGER, PART THREE by K. Nitsua. Copyright 2020 by the author.
Roger, the straight guy I'd seduced after months of trying, had enjoyed his first session at a glory hole. This had been a three-way that I'd arranged between him, me and my buddy Andy, who set up a private one in his house when his roommate was out of town. It had been a pain to get it together but well worth it. The animal sounds Roger had made wrapped in my arms as he shot his load into Andy's mouth behind the partition, and the sight of him standing naked and sweaty afterward, panting as if he'd just run a race, his glistening, softening cock dripping cum onto the floor—those were memories that filled my fantasies for quite a while afterward.
A couple of times after that he asked when we could do it again. It's not so easy to coordinate a group encounter, though, even for just three people. Andy's housemate came back and didn't have any more work trips planned for a while, which meant no gloryhole. So it was back to just Roger and me on my knees in front of him in his apartment, not that even that happened very often. That was good in a way, because it didn't give either of us a chance to get tired of each other. Also, one of the few things I knew about Roger's personal life was that he had a girlfriend. When weeks went by without my hearing anything I had to assume that he was happy with whatever he was getting from her.
Still, I began to get worried when the weeks turned into months without my getting any messages from him. Work was really busy and I ended up going to the gym either early in the morning before work or late in the afternoon after I was done, which I meant I never ran into him there either. It was my standing policy never to make contact first, but finally I broke down and sent him a friendly, noncommittal text: how are you doing, hope to get together sometime, etc. There was no answer.
Being ghosted really made me depressed. I shouldn't have been surprised. All good things come to an end, and maybe my unlikely fling with this straight guy was over. All I could do was move on. Still, it hurt. I started thinking about changing gyms so I wouldn't accidentally run into him.
Then late one afternoon at work my phone buzzed.
"Hey buddy, sorry I've been out of touch. Got any time after work today?"
My heart leaped in my chest, whether from joy or anger I couldn't quite tell. I resisted the impulse to call back and ask where the fuck he had been all these months. I sat holding the phone and took some deep breaths until I got hold of myself.
"Sure no problem. Usual time and place?"
I was still fuming a bit as I drove to his apartment and parked my car. Still, when I got out and started walking up the stairs to his place the old excitement came back. I hadn't gotten over the feelings that had driven me to plot, plan and pursue him for months.
By now I knew the drill. I knocked on his door, cracked open as always, and didn't wait for an answer before I entered. The apartment was cool and dark. I shut the door and locked it behind me, turned and stopped short, staring at the sight I was just now really seeing.
Roger was in his usual place on the couch, stark naked and fully erect, his cock jutting straight up from his pubic bush. He grinned at my reaction.
"What's the matter? Haven't ever seen a naked guy?"
I swallowed hard and found my voice. "You look great," I said, and meant it. I'd lusted after and flirted with him, sucked his cock and swallowed his loads, watched him shoot in my unseen buddy's mouth. After all that he was still a wet dream come to life. My dick pressed painfully against the front of my pants. Impulsively I unbuckled my belt.
"Mind if I get a bit more comfortable?"
The only time Roger and I had been naked together was the day at Andy's gloryhole. I wanted us both to be naked again.
He didn't object, just watched me strip. His eyebrows rose a little when my dick popped out of my underwear. He probably had never seen me fully hard before. I dropped the last of my clothes on the floor and walked toward him. When I got to the couch I fell to my knees in what was by now a familiar position. His cock filled my vision, capped with its dark conical head, the paler skin of his shaft roped with veins. A single pearly drop of precum was emerging from the tip. I stuck my tongue out and lapped it up, before I could hold out no longer and engulfed him whole with my eager mouth. He grunted in satisfaction.
"Oh yeah. Suck it."
I was happy to obey. For the next few minutes it was as if I was sucking him for the first time, so good did he feel and taste in my mouth. Roger sighed and murmured and kept up his usual stream of dirty talk, so I figured he was having an okay time too. Pretty soon he was groaning, squirming and cursing, his hands clutching the sides of my head. His thighs grew tense as his cock swelled in my mouth. The next moment it came to life and pumped me full to overflowing with his thick, salty seed. I happily swallowed the elixir he was offering to me. The hurt of the past few months melted away in the flood of cum. All was right with the world again.
I kept him in my mouth until his organ had softened and his breathing slowed to something approaching normal, then I got up on what by now were pretty stiff legs. Normally I would have gotten dressed quickly, said bye and left. Today, though, I flopped down on the couch next to him and stretched my arm across the back as he had often done, letting my fingertips touch his shoulder. He didn't pull away. For the moment we were just two buds, hanging out naked together.
"So where have you been, man?" I asked. "Thought you'd got tired of me and dumped me."
I was still in a bit of a mood over his long silence. I regretted revealing what I was feeling as soon as I opened my mouth, but it was too late.
Roger's eyebrows shot up and I held my breath. Then to my complete surprise his expression turned sheepish. He reached over and patted my thigh.
"My bad, man. Sorry. Things have been kind of busy." He smiled, dazzling me. "I have a new girlfriend."
Now it was my turn for my eyebrows to shoot up. "Well, that explains it, but..." I gestured vaguely. "Then why today?"
He turned away and sighed. "This is going to sound weird."
"Try me."
"Well, one reason Jen and I broke up was, like I told you, she was too damn uptight about sex. Didn't want to do anything. Well," and he grinned again, "Sam isn't like that at all."
"Been keeping you busy, eh?"
"I'll say. We've been going at it like rabbits. She even gives me head whenever I ask."
"Nice."
The sheepish expression reappeared on Roger's face. He hesitated. "Well, I mean, she's fine at it... but not as good as you."
Inwardly I wanted to laugh. How many straight men had reached the same conclusion? Outwardly I kept a poker face and merely nodded. "Appreciate you saying that."
Roger scratched his head and looked really uncomfortable. "There's something else, though. Sam told me that she wants me to do something for her."
"Give her head?"
Roger made a dismissive gesture. "Hell, I do that already. Can make her cum at the drop of a hat. No, she wants to try something I've never done."
I suspected where this was going but kept quiet. I wanted him to say it.
"She, well, she wants it up the ass."
I kept on playing dumb. "So what does all this have to do with me?"
He scratched his head harder this time. "I've never done that to a girl before. I don't want to do it wrong and maybe hurt her. I thought... well, I thought of you."
"Why me?"
A long silence. "Well, you know. I figured if you give head you might, like, take it up the ass too. Show me how to do it right."
By now it was all I could do not to crack up. Faced with a truly adventurous woman Roger was at a loss, maybe for the first time in his life. So what was he doing? Turning to his gay cocksucker and asking him to be a warmup act for the real thing. Some guys would have been offended. Me, I was flattered, not to mention about to cream my nonexistent pants at the thought of taking that magnificent organ up my ass.
I said, casually, "I could do that. Like now?"
He laughed a little. "I'm not as young as I used to be. Let's take a break. Want a beer?"
So it came to pass that I was sitting in a straight guy's living room, both of us holding chilled longnecks, shooting the breeze like any pair of bros. I wondered what my gay buds would say. Roger made no move to put his clothes on, which suited me just fine. He sprawled on the couch, legs apart, and did most of the talking, covering subjects I assumed most straight guys talked about: his job (which seemed very boring to me, but which he obviously loved), his ex-wife (not so much), but most of all his new girlfriend and her exceptional physical attributes.
"Don't get me wrong, it's not just her body. She's gorgeous inside and out, a real sweetheart. But damn, her tits. As fine a pair as I've ever seen on a woman. And her ass..."
My eyes were starting to glaze over. Then I noticed that all the sexy talk had made Roger's organ stiffen again. He was playing with it as he looked off into space, no doubt picturing her naked, ready to be fucked.
"Looks like you're getting your second wind, man," I observed.
Roger looked down at his cock, by now close to full erection, then up at me. A slow smile spread across his face. "Looks like," he agreed.
Despite the beer in my hand my throat was dry. "Want to give it a try now?"
He nodded. "No time like the present."
