I thought this story would be a good addition to the Gay/Adult-Friends section. The same section you put my other but unrelated "Oral" story.
Disclaimer: This story is partly true and partly my fantasy of the way I hope it turns out. I wrote this story after receiving such a great response to my first story submission. If you want to comment on this story, please put the title name in the email subject line so I don't delete it by accident. Please do not reprint without permission.
Oral Experience I am a 36 year old man that has always been in good shape. In recent years, I have become much more serious about working out and now have a very well defined body. Not magazine cover material, but nice enough to get looks from both men and women. I'm married and straight, but have always had fantasies about receiving oral from other men. (See "Unexpected Oral Experience" for the first time my fantasy became a reality).
Gay men at the gym are often checking me out, especially in the shower and locker room. It feels good to be noticed so I like to indulge them a bit. I pretend I don't notice them watching me and I linger a little longer naked where they can watch me, I walk past them an extra time or two, or shower my private areas a little more than they need. Then I pack up my bag, head home and jerk off while I fantasize about them giving me a blow job.
On occasion, someone will follow me out and start up a conversation, but I never let it go any farther.
Last week, I noticed a tall, thin guy with red hair watching me at the locker. He was already dressed, but lingering for no reason^Åexcept to watch me. I wasn't planning to shower, so I gave him a little show by removing my shorts, taking off my jock strap and then putting my shorts back on. I walked to a mirror where he could see me and arranged my loose "package" in my work-out shorts. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him fixated on me, so I though I would give him one last view. I put my gym bag down next to the scale, which was a few feet from him, and weighed myself. Then I bent over to pick up my bag, giving him a nice view of my tight butt. I picked up my bag and left. I was going to have fun jerking off when I got home, thinking about this guy that was so noticeably enjoying my body.
In the lobby, as I was leaving, "red" came up behind me and quietly asked if I worked out with a trainer? A bold move, since we had never spoken. I turned around and asked "sorry, were you talking to me?" Then I told him that I created my own work-out from books and by asking questions of the guys around the gym. "Well whatever you are doing, it's working" he replied. "You look fantastic." I thanked him and explained how I structured my workout. Innocent enough for two guys at a gym, right? I started toward the exit expecting him to follow, but he said "see ya around" and headed toward the door on the other side of the lobby. His comments about my body would be a nice bonus for my jerk-off session.
As I pulled out of the parking lot I saw "red" walking home. For some reason I decided to play this card a bit further. I pulled over, shouted out the window "walking home is a great way to add to your work-out." He came over to the window and I offered him a ride.
He got in to my minivan and made a comment that "this looks like a family vehicle." Good one red! What a great way to find out if I was gay or not. I answer, "minivans are great because they drive like a car for work, but I can take out the seats and haul antiques on the weekend." Gottcha! Still keeping him guessing.
We exchanged some friendly talk about antiques until we got to his apartment building. He thanked me for the ride. I said "see ya around" and he said "I hope so." I found out his name was Stephen.
I drove home so fast to jerk off, it's amazing I didn't get a speeding ticket.
One week later. In the lobby, Stephen called from behind again "how was your work-out?" I had expected to see him that day. I assumed he would come to the gym the same day of the week, hoping I was working out on a regular schedule. However, I had not noticed him until now. Maybe he was getting less obvious about this watching technique.
Again we talked about my work-out, but this time he followed me to my exit door. "Need a ride?" I asked. Of course he agreed and we went on our way. This time in front of his apartment building, Stephen asked me to come in for a drink. It occurred to me that I was being unfair to this guy. He's probably looking for someone to date or start a relationship with, and I'm teasing him. OK, time to be honest. Well, a little bit honest.
I tell him I hadn't realized he was showing an interest in me at first (lie). That I was married and straight (true). That when I realized he was coming on to me I was caught off guard (lie). But that I was very flattered (true).
I tell him why I didn't tell him I was straight right away. I tell him about my fantasy of a guy giving me a blow job and I tell him how sorry I am that I teased him. Stephen thinks for a minute, then thanks me for being honest.
"You can still have that drink if you want," he says. "That's nice of you," I say "but this was just my little fantasy and I'm sorry I got you involved." Stephen replies "hey, a drink is just a drink. Besides, sometimes fantasies come true."
My heart started pounding. Was this for real or was this Stephen's way of teasing me to get back at me? We have our drink and chat a little. There is tension in the air, but it does not seem like this is going anywhere. I tell him I should be leaving and he tells me not to rush as he's still considering my proposition. I tell him, "my wife will be home in a little more than an hour, so I should give you the facts you need to make a informed decision." I remove my shirt which he seems happy about so I untie the drawstring on my shorts. He places his hand on mine to stop me and we touch for the first time. We lock eyes and Stephen starts to kiss my neck and chest.
He kisses my chest and nibbles on my nipple as he wraps his arms around my body. One hand explores my well defined pecs while the other rubs my back. He is so tightly wrapped around me that I can feel his erect penis through his pants, against my leg. I wonder if he is after more than I am willing to give, but he doesn't stay there long. His hands move downward and clench my ass. "I thought this butt would be pretty firm" he says "but I'd bet that's not the only thing on you that is." He's on his knees now, and since he's tall, his face is even with my stomach. He kisses my stomach and slides his tongue left and right along each rib of my washboard abs as he moves downward. I love how he worships the body I worked so hard to create.
His first exploration of my lower region is his tongue sliding in and out of the waistband of my shorts. This is a very hot tease. Next, his hands move my shorts down just enough so he can kiss the crevice between my shaft and my torso. He lingers there a while before he finally pulls my shorts down to my ankles freeing my erect penis. He puts his mouth on my cock and starts sucking and licking in an intense rhythm that is almost musical. It involved a series of licking and sucking actions that he would repeat in the same order and gradually increase or decrease the speed of. Whenever I was about to cum, he would change the rhythm or actions to delay my climax. He keeps this going until I eventually explode with pleasure and he swallows every drop.
Exhausted, we both lie down on the carpet. Without stopping, Stephen continues to lick and suck. My cock is sensitive from all the action, so he gives it a rest and sucks on my balls a while and rubs my thighs which always excites me. It doesn't take long to recover and soon he's back on my cock for more action. This time the orgasm so intense, my body tingles from head to toe. It takes a few minutes to come down from the high while Stephen lies between my legs, his face resting next to my drained penis.
Stephen gets up and I dress. I thank him for indulging my fantasy and he replies "like-wise" with a smile. I tell him how great he was and Stephen tells me that he usually reserves his skills for those that offer something more in return, but in my case it was worth making an exception.
He kisses me on the cheek and I know that this was probably a one-time thing for us both.