When Elliot walked into the restaurant and saw his girlfriend Sophie talking to Carl he felt very jealous. Not jealous that she was with another guy, but jealous of her, that she could command the attention of such a hot guy.
Lately Elliot had found himself more and more attracted to men and it was driving him crazy. He didn't know what to do about it; didn't have the first clue about how to seduce a guy, or what to do with him really. But he knew that Carl pressed all his buttons. He was everything Elliot was not, slim, blonde, toned, exciting and interesting. Not that Elliot was some kind of dog; far from it; but he thought he was just an ordinary guy perhaps carrying a few too many pounds and with a dick on the small side.
Carl smiled and greeted Elliot.
'Hey Buddy, how are ya?' he said.
'Not too bad.' replied Elliot as he planted a quick kiss on Sophie's lips.
'Your beautiful girlfriend was just telling me about what a good lover you are.' Carl said.
Elliot's eyes widened in shock and surprise and he was speechless. He couldn't believe that Sophie would do a thing like that, but then again she seemed like such a different person when she was with Carl.
'Just teasing.' Carl said.
He grinned, flashing those pearly white teeth and Elliot was once more struck by his beauty. How he wished he could make love to this man, perhaps make love to him while Sophie watched. Or at the very least watch Carl making love to Sophie. He could see Carl's taut buttocks pumping away as his fat cock drove deeper and deeper into her warm wet pussy. Would his ass would be satin smooth, or would he have a little blonde fuzz foresting the man mounds of delight. In Elliot's mind eye he was in the room with them, watching them fuck, drinking in the sounds and smells of their lovemaking.
'Hey, what are you thinking about?' Carl asked, snapping Elliot out of his daydream.
'I was just imagining you making love to Sophie.' Elliot replied.
'Really!' Carl spluttered.
'What ... what was it like?' Sophie asked.
Elliot had always been so shy and conservative and she was not about to let this chance pass. He hardly ever talked about sex; she had no idea what turned him on or what he fantasized about. How many nights hadn't she lain awake after sex with Elliot and thought about having Carl fill her up. Ever since Elliot had mentioned, apropos of nothing, that he thought Carl had a big cock Sophie had fantasized about it.
'It was really hot. You were moaning like a wanton slut,' Elliot said 'and I was about to join in.'
'What were you going to do to me?' Sophie asked.
'It wasn't you I was going to do anything to.' Elliot replied slyly.
Carl gulped and Elliot blushed beet red.