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I'd been out of town on business for long enough that my company put me up in a corporate apartment near the office. Just to get moving in the morning, I'd started making a habit of dropping by a local Burger King for breakfast. It was cheap, better than cereal, and gave me a good place to start thinking about the day before hitting the maelstrom of the office. It was one morning, a couple weeks into this arrangement, that the one other customer at the time, a guy about my age, complimented me on my shirt. While I didn't think too much of it at first, the offhand compliment turned into a conversation, and we wound up eating our breakfasts together that morning.
I don't know if you've had an experience like this before, but even though I was nominally straight and happily married, it was almost immediately obvious that there was something else going on with this guy. A conversation about the weather quickly turned into a conversation about life and relationships. Okay... he was gay. Almost unconsciously, we both started lingering a bit when we caught each other's eyes. The way he held his lips and moved his body, it was obvious that he was attracted to me. And, oddly, surprisingly, I didn't mind. In fact, the stiffening in my pants let me know that I maybe even reciprocated. But wait... this wasn't right.... how could it be that? Wasn't I straight? After about thirty minutes, all I knew is that I didn't care... so when he suggested we get out of there, I suggested we head back to my place.
Unlocking the door, we walked in the apartment... His hand on my ass, through my pants. My hand on his. As he drew me in towards him, my whispered "I haven't been with a man before.", and then his response, "I know."
He slipped his hand up and then down, under my waistband. Both of them. I've known him less than an hour, and his body is pressed against mine in the entry hall of the apartment. His hand is warm on the skin of my ass as the pants press it in. My erection awkwardly struggles down in my pants. Almost reflexively, I put my lips on his. He escalates.... pushing his tongue between his lips and through mine. Our tongues slip against each other, as my lips press into his. Pulling away, I guide him back to the bedroom.
His shirt comes off... light olive skin, fairly slender, just a bit of hair between his pecs... and disappearing in a line beneath his waistband. Mine comes off... I hope I'm okay for him. He sits on the bed, reclines. I lay next to him. His hand on my slide, sliding up and around to the back. I gingerly touch his chest, sliding forward. Closer. Reaching down, I adjust my erection. Obviously. He smiles. I grin just a bit.
His hand sliding back down, he doesn't stop at my waist. Bringing it forward from my hip, it glides over my clothed hardness. Is it okay? Yes. I unbuckle my belt. Unzip my pants. Pull them down. Both of them. He watches my cock emerge into view. I've known this man for less than an hour. I'm "straight", and here I am, naked and hard for him. His hand grasps my shaft, softly enveloping it, and then squeezing. A glint at the tip.
He withdraws his hand, and drops his own pants. I see another erection for the first time. The brownish shaft, hard, and tipped with his head. He's about the same length I am... six inches or so. Maybe a bit less. But a pointier head. My hand gravitates to him, squeezing his own shaft.... so familiar and yet so totally different. I think how I can make him feel with his cock, and I want to feel that with him.
Pushing him gently onto his back, I straddle him. Our cocks point to the ceiling, as I spit into my hand and start sliding the slickness over his glistening shaft. My other hand cups his balls, as he moans. I slide down and lean down. Taking his shaft into his mouth. A taste of salty precum and a bit of sweat, as I feel him pressing into the structures of my mouth. Against my tongue, the roof of my mouth. I start bobbing up and down. Still cupping his balls.
I look up. I see him looking at me. His cock disappearing into my mouth, and my eyes looking into his. For a moment, I think he knew I wanted this before I knew it myself. I keep bobbing on his shaft, enjoying the way it fills my mouth and slides across my lips. There's more precum. I think it may have been a while for him. It occurs to me that he wanted me. He wanted this too. I'm glad he's my first.
He convulses a bit more. Moans a bit more. He whispers that he's getting close. He understands if I don't want him to cum in my mouth. I'm not quite ready fo that, so I slide my mouth off, and slide up and down his shaft with both hands. Spitting to make it slick. I watch him disappear beneath my hands with each stroke. I know what he's feeling. I know what's about to happen. And then a loud moan... his hips tense up off the bed as his cock starts to twitch under my grip. His semen starts flooding out in squirts and oozes as his body flushes red. His cock flushes red. As he writhes in pleasure beneath me. The cum starts overflowing my hands, dribbling down on my hands and onto his body. I loosen my grip to let a bit of it slide down onto his shaft, and use it as lube to slowly milk out the rest. I bring a hand up and lick some of it off... I"ll be ready next time.
He leans up and puts his hand on my own cock. Bending down, he takes it into his mouth. Sliding down and enveloping me. I spread out on the bed. I'm glad to be naked with this man. As he's sucking, I wonder if i should tell him. I quickly decide yes.
Sitting up, I reach over to the night stand and open the drawer. I have a dildo in it. Purple. There's a sleeve on it. It's textured and looks like a veiny erection. I'd bought it a couple weeks ago. Had been using it on myself. Having fantasies I didn't even admit to myself. He started a bit and then smiled. I asked him to use it on me. He grinned widely.
Putting some lube on it, he pushed it between my cheeks as I lay my back. I turn over a bit to expose myself to him. I feel him press it at my hole. Pushing more insistently. He penetrates me with the plastic erection. He tries to slide it out, but I push my ass back down on it. He starts fucking me with the dildo as hs strokes my erection on the other side. Moaning under his manipulations, I can sense I'm getting close in a way I've almost never been before.
I roll over to look at him. He's hard again. I pause. I ask if he has a condom.
He slipped a condom from his pants pocket onto his cock. Rolling over, I present myself more fully to him, and this time feel his body press into me. His cock at the entrance of my intimate parts. He pushes, and I feel him slide into me. I'm ready for his whole length and he slides all the way in. His crotch pushes at my ass as I feel the fullness inside me. He starts to slide back out and then in again. I tell him to fuck me. He does, the bed starting to shake as he slaps and pounds his crotch into mine. The headboard is bumping into the wall. I hope the neighbors hear. I want them to know I'm being fucked. I have another man's cock in my ass. I have another man's semen on my hands.
I can tell he's getting close as he reaches around to my erection. Stroking me in time with his thrusts, we both go over the edge in about twenty seconds. Him shooting his load, and me shooting mine. Moaning in sync as we climax together. As the orgasm subsides, he lays down against me, and let our bodies press against each other.
Relaxed together, my mind is racing, as I think through what's just happened. Whatever the case, there were some things about myself that I needed to come to terms with, and it was this random encounter with a guy at a Burger King that forced me to do it.