Thanks for the positive replies to Ch. 1. This chapter continues the story.
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Well, it was my turn to get off, but it wasn't what I quite expected. I laid back and said "It's your turn now Mike." He looked at me nervously and lowered his head and started kissing, licking and sucking my dick. He was doing a pretty good job and a few moans escaped me. After about 2 minutes, I felt him stop sucking and he began jerking me off. At this point I knew he couldn't go through with blowing me, but I had to get off, so I encouraged him to keep masturbating me. It only took another minute and I exploded - cum landed all over my stomach and his hands. I looked at him and said "Thanks."
Mike then looked at me shyly, said "I think I have to go" and got out of the bed. We both silently went to the bathroom and cleaned ourselves off and got dressed. We silently walked to my door, and as he opened it he looked sheepishly at me and said "Thanks, that was great!"
As he walked to his car I said 'Yeah, I thought it was great too!"
As I watched him drive off, I laughed to myself - this is what girls must feel like when guys get off and run. I wasn't upset, nor did I feel jilted - hell, I got off and had fulfilled a fantasy while doing it. I still wondered what it would have been like to get fucked and more than a hand job would have been nice, but I was satisfied.
Later that night after I masturbated while replaying the episode in my head, I figured that was the last I'd hear of Mike. He seemed pretty uncomfortable when he left. I wasn't sure what I would do. Again, I wasn't "in love" with him, have "a crush" on him or any feeling like that, but I definitely would have like to go a little farther. However, I figured out of a bunch of responses to my ad I only got one person that didn't sound like a freak and I wasn't sure I wanted to press my luck - who knows, the next one could be a psychopath.
For the next week, I masturbated twice a day, most of the time about my session with Mike (although a few times the star of my fantasies was a woman I knew from the gym). Then one night while I was watching a ballgame on TV, the phone rang. When I answered, there was a pause and I began to think it was a telemarketer or a prank call. Then I heard "Uh, hi. This is Mike. Umm, do you remember me?"
I burst out laughing and said "Mike, don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think I'll ever forget you."
He laughed too. "Well," he said, "I'm sorry for leaving in such a hurry last week. It's just that I felt so weird, and wasn't sure how to handle things."
"Mike, I'm not sure how to handle things either. I still love girls. I don't want to date you. I feel weird about having had sex with a guy, but I you made me come harder than I have in awhile, and I would definitely like to try it again, maybe even do more than last time." "I feel the same way," he said "But I also am not sure I can suck you off until you come, and I don't want you to think I'm using you."
"Mike, as long as you are willing to at least jerk me off like you did last time, we'll be okay," I said "but I would love it if you could suck me off. Don't worry, you don't have to swallow. I can get blow jobs from women, but I can't suck their dicks or get fucked by them."
We ended the conversation by setting a time to meet that Friday night. His girlfriend was going to be way that weekend so he made plans to spend the whole night if things really got hot.
Friday night came. My doorbell rang about 8 pm. I opened the door and Mike nervously said "Hi." I had him come in and we talked a little. I smelled a little booze on his breath and figured he'd needed a little liquid courage, so I figured I'd help him by asking him if he wanted to get a few beers at a local bar. He agreed eagerly. I thought that if he was that nervous (hell I was still pretty nervous myself) and if we got started too early, he might leave in a hurry again. So I said "Okay, to the bar for a few beers it is. But I need to do something first."
"Okay, what?" he said.
I leaned over to him and planted a kiss on him. He was shocked at first, but I didn't care. I kept kissing and forced my tongue into his mouth. After he recovered from his surprise, he got into it and soon our tongues were dancing in and out of each others mouths. But I wasn't looking for a make out session. As we kissed I unbuckled his jeans and pulled his zipper down. I release his long slim cock from his pants and jerked it twice. Then I broke the kiss and went right to it. I dropped to my knees, pulled his jeans and underwear down (blue bikinis this time). No gentle kissing, no licking, no tickling. I started sucking him as hard as I could.
He quickly put his hands on my head and groaned "Mmm, yeah".
I jerked and sucked his cock like there was no tomorrow. I wanted to see how fast I could make him come. In about 2 minutes I found out, because he tensed up and spurted in my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could - after all if we were going out I couldn't dribble come all over his pants.
After I made sure there was no come left, I stood up and said "Okay, let's go.", so he got up, pulled up his pants and followed me out the door. We got in my car and drove silently to the bar - just about 10 minutes away. We went in - it was a neighborhood type bar. Dark, kind of noisy, lots of televisions, seats around the bar and a few tables and booths. It was about half full. I grabbed us a booth away from the busiest part of the bar, with a good view of a TV. The waitress came over and I ordered us each a beer and a shot of Jack Daniels. When she brought it, we downed the shots fast, then drank our beers as we watched a ballgame. We just hung out, talked about our jobs, sports, the asses on some of the girls in the bar (it turned out we both liked our women a little on the chunky side, with small tits, nice wide hips and round asses). We each had about 4 or 5 beers and 3 shots. I was used to drinking pretty heavily on the weekends, so I had a little buzz, but not too bad. Mike on the other hand was starting to get a little loaded and seemed like he was starting to relax. At 10 o'clock we decided to head back to my place.
As we were driving, Mike spoke up. "Um, what was it like when I came in your mouth? Did you like it?"
I looked at him and said "Mike, it really turned me on. It didn't taste bad - I've tasted my own come before and it wasn't any different."
"Yeah, I guess I've tasted mine too. I was curious what it tasted like,' he said.
"Well, all I can say is that the whole thing - kissing a guy, sucking his dick, swallowing his come, is a real turn on. I don't think I'm gay, but I guess the fact that it's so forbidden, it seems so dirty, that it turns me on - a lot!" I told him.
There was another minute or so of silence, then he spoke up again. "Um, you said the other night on the phone that you wanted to do what we did last time, and maybe more?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Uh, what did you mean by more?"
I pulled into my driveway, parked the car and looked at him. "Mike, if I want to see what sex with a guy is like, I want to see what it's all like."
He looked at me and said "Does that mean..." and looked away.
I leaned over and kissed him lightly. "Mike, I want to know what it feels like to have you in my ass. I want you to fuck me. You game?"
His eyes almost popped out of his head. "I never did that before, my girlfriend would never let me."
"I never did it either," I said, "I've finger fucked a few girls' assholes, but none would ever let me fuck them there. And as far as my ass, I had one girlfriend who would finger mine while she was blowing me, but that's it. So, want to get out of the car and go inside?"
We got out of the car and went into my apartment. Mike stumbled a little bit on the way. I knew he was a little loaded and that suited me fine. Hell, if I encouraged women to get a buzz on in order to get into their pants, why not with a guy? We walked in the door and I told Mike to go into my bedroom, while I grabbed a bottle of booze.