An Innocent Poker Game? Pt. 02

I suggest you read part 1 first, to understand characters and context

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I spent all day Sunday trying to digest what I had done with Don. I admitted to myself that I had always had a Man Crush on him, but didn't think it was sexual in any way. He's such a great looking, built stud and I so thoroughly enjoy his company. But I never thought of it as more than a close friendship. I continued to replay how I ended up sucking his amazing cock, and knew I wanted to do it again. Was this just a "Don" thing? Or am I gay? Either way, I'm ok with it, but need to work it out in my head.

All day Monday at work I continued to think about sucking Don again during Monday Night Football. I was giddy, looking forward to it. I was excited about holding, stroking, tasting and sucking him. I had previously promised the wife I would take her to dinner and regretted it, as it would delay my going next door to Don's.

We went to our favorite Italian restaurant. After getting seated, a young waiter brought us menus. I couldn't help but notice his good looks, slim fit body, and an obvious bulge below his belt. He was wearing a long sleeve black dress shirt with the top three buttons left open, showing some dark chest hair. His black dress slacks were tight, fitting close to his body, and making his, what appeared to be a nice package very obvious. I held the menu up so the wife couldn't see where I was looking, but he did. He, looking me in the eyes asked "We have a lot of great choices, do you see anything that interests you? That you would like to eat?"

I thought I saw his cock twitch, and realized I was staring. I looked up into his eyes and knew he caught me checking out his package. Gazing into his dark brown eyes, "Yes. I do see several things I would love to have."

We ordered and as he walked from the table I noticed what a nice ass he had. I remembered watching the one stud butt fuck the other stud in the movie Saturday. I had never thought of a man's ass in a sexual way before, but I was lost in thought, staring at his hot ass, imagining plunging my cock into it. The wife pulled me back to reality. I turned and looked at her as she was turning back around from looking where I had been looking. "Steve, what are you looking so intensely at?"

"Nothing, just thinking about the game tonight. I'm going to go over and watch it with Don."

"I know. His wife called and said since you were going over there tonight, she invited me to go to the gym with her. I told her I wasn't interested. You know I hate going to the gym."

We ate in silence, unable to think of anything to talk about. As we finished, the busboy came and cleared the table. I saw the waiter approaching, looking at me in the eyes. My glance shifted from his eyes to his bulge, which he grabbed and squeezed, knowing I was watching. He handed us desert menus. "I know you want to finish with something sweet."

I again held the menu up so that the wife couldn't see where I was looking. He must have adjusted his stuff, as the outline of his semi hard cock was clearly visible, and had my full attention. I knew I wanted to see it, suck it, and as I glanced up into his eyes, I knew he wanted it, too.

"I would love to have some, but I'm watching my weight, and will pass. We are ready for our check." I again watched his hot ass as he walked away. I couldn't believe how infatuated I was becoming with this handsome young man. I knew something had clicked in my brain from sucking Don's cock Saturday. I was becoming more focused on good looking men, and their bulges, now focusing on this waiter, oblivious to my beautiful wife and the other attractive women that were present.

I again watched him as he approached the table, soaking up his good looks and big bulge. He placed the bill on the table in front of me. I noticed he had written a note on it. "Please 'cum' again soon. It's been a pleasure serving you." And it was signed, "Donnie"

I thought, first Don, and now Donnie. What a coincidence.

He looked at my wife and said, "I wait tables on Monday, Friday, and Saturday." Then looking at me, "I work the bar on Thursday. I hope to see you again."

We drove home in silence. The wife seemed upset, and I wondered if she detected the chemistry that was happening between me and the waiter. After parking the car in the driveway, the wife went inside and I walked over to Don's and knocked on the door.

Don opened the door. "Stevie, We are in luck! The wife just left for the gym. She will be gone for a couple of hours. I've been looking forward to having your talented mouth all day."

So we went down to his Mancave and I felt like he was taking me for granted and using me. But, what the hell, I was using him to satisfy my cocksucking desires. After ogling over the waiter at dinner, I knew I had a hunger for sex with men, and yes, I wanted to suck him as bad as he wanted it. He grabbed us a couple of Guinness's, handing me one. I took a big swig, preparing for my second man on man encounter. This time there was no deception, no seduction, no porn, I wanted it, and I wanted it bad. The game was on, but it was of no interest to me.

I put my beer down and pulled his shorts down and pushed him back onto the sofa, dropping to my knees between his legs.

"Stevie, you sure are eager!"

I grabbed his semi hard cock. "Take your shirt off. I want to feast my eyes on your sexy body as I suck you dry." I started stroking his fat shaft as I licked around his big cockhead. Yes, I loved sucking his cock, but now also wondered if I would also love Donnie's. Looking up his smooth, muscular body as I enjoyed his cock was amazing. I alternated between sucking on the head and simultaneously stroking the shaft with taking him deep. It was so rewarding to feel his cockhead enter my throat as my nose would hit his stomach. I would let out a gutteral moan communicating I loved what I was doing. I heard him clear his throat, which I took to mean he was enjoying my efforts. Then I heard him do it again, and felt his cock softening in my mouth.

I looked up to see his wife standing behind the sofa looking over Don's shoulder, glaring down at me, and she looked furious. I let his cock slip out of my mouth and jumped up to my feet.

"What are you doing sucking my husband's dick, STEVIE? You Faggott!"

Don started to pull his shorts up and she yelled "You keep your shorts down and sit back down. Gay Stevie is going to finish what he started. Then she looked at me, Get down there and suck his dick, you faggott!"

I got back down on my knees between his legs and grabbed his limp cock. It wasn't surprising that he lost his erection under the circumstances. I started to try to stroke it back to life. She had come around the sofa and was standing next to me.

She spoke to Don "Just because I won't suck your dick, you have to find you a faggott to suck you off? I'm going to watch, and I want you to shoot your cum all over his gay face!"

Then she glared down at me. "What are you waiting for, STEVIE! Suck his dick!"

I looked up and looked him and saw fear in his eyes, winked at him and smiled. I then leaned in and took him into my mouth and using my tongue to massage the head as I began sucking and stroking. It was empowering to feel him harden and grow to it's full, imposing size in my mouth. Knowing she didn't like to suck him, I wanted her to see how much pleasure it gave him. I was getting into my rhythm, deep throating him and moaning loudly so she could hear and know I was enjoying it, too. I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw that she had stripped and was sitting nude in the chair at the end of the sofa and was vigorously rubbing her pussy. It was thrilling knowing she was turned on by watching me suck her husband's cock. I returned to giving Don a great blowjob. He was responding, starting to flex his hips and moan. His breathing was getting elevated, abs flexing with each breath, and I knew he was getting close to orgasm.

Then I felt her grab my head and pull me back off his cock and instructing him "Shoot your load all over his face."

I continued to stroke him, trying to lean in, but she was too strong, holding my face several inches away from his cock. I wasn't sure what to expect, as the only other time I sucked him he came in my mouth, which I was looking forward to. Then it happened. his cock jerked in my hand and I watched a big wad of cum explode and felt it hit my face, then a second. She let go of my head and I quickly dove back onto him, catching the last couple of spurts. I continued sucking gently to get every last drop, then licked the length clean of his cum and my saliva.

She spoke, "get that gay mouth of yours over here and eat what real men eat. I need your tongue sucking on my clit."

I looked over at her as she continued to rub her cunt and admired her very muscular body. She had muscles that were so big they looked out of place on such a beautiful woman. I stood up and walked over between her legs and assumed a position that was becoming natural for me, on my knees. I looked at it, studying it. She was shaved smooth and her lips were pronounced and red from her rubbing herself. Her cunt was so different than the wife's, who refused to trim or shave her bush. And the wife would not ever let me go down on her, which was ok with me. But this was different. This Amazon of a woman was ordering me to eat her, so I did. I leaned in and started licking the length back and forth, sticking my tongue into her. I located her clit with my tongue and licked around it and nibbled on it. She was holding my head and grinding her pussy on my face, controlling the action, masturbating on my face. She was breathing heavy and I was licking and sucking as she continued to grind her pussy on my face. Her pace was increasing as I could feel her body start to quiver as she was overcome in orgasm.

She released my head and her body was shaking. I stood up and grabbed her ankles and pulled her off the chair onto the floor and lay on her, plunging my cock into her sopping cunt. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close, kissing me passionately as I began to slowly fuck her. It was so different than fucking the wife, who was soft and very submissive. Don's wife was so firm, physical and controlling. She was squeezing me tightly with her arms had her muscular legs wrapped around me. I felt like I was in a bucking vice, being absorbed by her dominating physique, and loving it. Her cunt was clinching my cock as I drove it deep into her. She was sending me over the edge. I started to erupt into her as she simultaneously started screaming and bucking wildly, having her second orgasm. I started to pull out, but she held me in with her feet and hugging me tightly. We started kissing again, and that was when Don spoke up.

"Enough! Get off my wife!

She responded, "You have no room to complain. You face fucked him first. If he's going to be your regular cocksucker, I'm going to fuck him whenever I want. And he's a damn good fuck!"

I raised up onto my hands and looked down into her amazing blue eyes. "You aren't so bad either. You are one crazy woman. How did you know you would catch me sucking your husband's awesome cock?"

"I was curious how he called you 'Stevie' Saturday. Then I found my video, 'Bi-cycling Adventure' in the VCR. There is only one reason why two men would watch gay porn. I'm just glad I caught you before he fucked you with his big cock. He's always trying to get me to let him do that. That, and sucking his cock are two things I'll never do. He hasn't fucked you, has he?"

"No, Saturday was the first time we did anything, and all that happened was I gave him a blowjob. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed it."

As I was leaving I looked at Don, I'll see you Saturday. I'm already looking forward to it."

He responded, "me too, unless we can hook up sooner."

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