Red State Awakening

Frank had it with ride share apps. Saving a few bucks was not worth dealing with the freakshows in the big cities.

Frank was from Tulsa. More relevant, Frank's company was headquartered in Tulsa, and his job required him to periodically do business in the country's larger, more liberal cities, like New York, L. A., and Chicago. Frank lived in a "red state" on purpose and wore that fact on his sleeve.

"Welcome! Do you have a reservation?" asked the pretty blonde behind the counter. Frank's bitterness subsided a bit.

"Yeah. Frank Corban," he smiled at the cheerful hostess.

"Here you are. I have you for a single room for two nights." She can have me whenever she wants, thought Frank.

"Are you in Chicago for business?"

"Yeah," answered Frank. "But I can't wait to get back to Tulsa. That's where I live. You know, in the car I took from O'Hare I shared a ride with some guy who wouldn't stop looking at me. Like, what, am I cute or something?" Frank held up his left hand to present his wedding band for inspection. "I'm married, for Chrissakes! To a woman!" he added.

"I'm sure it was a misunderstanding. Anyway, we're a quiet hotel, so I'm sure you'll get a good night's sleep," assured the desk clerk. "You're in room 312. Here's your key card for the door, elevator is over there. Breakfast is 6am to 10am. Our restaurant and bar are open until 11pm. Just dial zero to reach the desk. I hope you have a good night."

"Thanks." Frank received his key and walked toward the elevator.

Third floor. 312. The door opened to a generic hotel room. Of course it was freezing in the room. Why are hotel rooms always freezing? Frank heaved his suitcase onto the queen bed and collapsed back. His thoughts wandered to the girl at the front desk and what she might look like naked. What she might look like sucking his cock. Hey, Frank thought, I'm married, but I'm not dead. Cheating on his wife is something Frank could never do. But Frank had been on the road for a while and his cock had been feeling neglected. Frank abstained from masturbation, as he wanted to really give his wife a good fucking when he finally got back home.

Frank was horny, no doubt. His average 5'10", 40-something "dad bod" betrayed what was a porn star cock. 8" fully erect, with nice girth. He was circumcised, which accentuated the perfectly shaped head of his sleek cock - the cock which was growing semi-hard, despite Frank's exhaustion. He reached down, slid his hand down his pants and contemplated rubbing one out to help him relax. No, he thought, I'm going down to the bar, get a drink, maybe watch a bit of the game, come back up and go to bed. A few drinks should relax him.

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Frank took a seat at the bar and ordered a whiskey neat. His eyes wandered up to the day's sports highlights.

"Looks like the Royals suck again this year," came a voice from his right. Sitting next to Frank was a man several drinks into the evening. He was 40-something, average, typical professional type.

"You a Royals fan?"

"All my my life. I'm from KC. I'm Jack."

"I'm Frank. Nice to meet you. I'm from Tulsa. I'm a Royals fan myself, although sometimes it's hard to admit."

Both chuckled. Frank began his second drink. The men continued chatting about sports (the Royals and Chiefs), work (both hated traveling), politics (Trump is finally ending that DEI crap and brining balls back to the government), and eventually their families (both happily married to attractive women and each fathers to a couple of kids).

An hour or two (and several hard drinks) into the conversation, the bartender informed the new friends they were closing and needed to settle up. Both pushed cash onto the bar.

"Hey," proclaimed Jack, "I have a decent bottle of Don Julio in my room a client gave me. I'm not really tired. Do you want to come up and give it a try?"

Frank mulled over the proposition, already feeling tipsy and relaxed, which was the point of visiting the hotel bar. But seeing as tomorrow's meeting was delayed a day and he had nothing to do the next day and no alarm to answer. What the hell?

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Jack ushered Frank into his room. It was a bit messy, bed unmade, used towels on the floor. Jack must have already been here a day or two. Jack reached into a duffle and pulled out a bottle. He unwrapped two plastic water cups from the bathroom sink and poured a shot for each of them. And another. Frank was past tipsy at this point and Jack seemed somewhat off balance.

Jack pulled a laptop out of his duffle, climbed onto his bed, and motioned Frank over.

"Check this out. I was at a Chiefs game last year. My company gave me seats on the 50 yard line behind the bench and I got some cool videos. Come look."

Not knowing what else to do, and needing to sit down, Frank crawled onto the bed and sat next to Jack. Jack opened his laptop and a video flashed to life. It was a woman giving oral sex to another woman, both moaning through the small device's speakers.

"Shit!" exclaimed Jack, as he quickly pressed buttons and minimized the browser window. Jack laughed timidly. "Sorry."

"Uh. It's okay," assured Frank. "We all get horny. To be honest with you, I'm a church going man..."

"I'm SO sorry," Jack said again, even more ashamed and afraid he offended a religious person.

"No, wait... I'm a church going man, but porn is a vice I refuse to quit, or at least am having a hard time quitting. We all have our vices. And being on the road a lot, hell, it's better than cheating with some bimbo you find online, right?" Frank justified.

Jack's demeanor turned. "You think? I mean, you're not uncomfortable?"

Frank chuckled briefly, "Of course I'm uncomfortable. It was unexpected. But I'm not offended. Actually, the opposite." Frank quietly inhaled and exhaled, trying to focus and reassure himself. "So... come on. What was it you were watching? It's okay. I watch plenty of porn, too."

Jack slowly moved the cursor to the minimized window and opened it. It was lesbian porn. Frank recognized the actresses. "She is so hot. I see her in tons of girl-girl videos."

"You like this?" Jack asked hopefully.

"Hell yeah. Girl-girl is my favorite," Frank said, with almost too much enthusiasm.

"Check out this one." Jack opened a list of videos he saved and started a more vintage video involving one woman seducing another into her first lesbian experience. It was hot and Frank noticed his cock coming to life. Shit, he thought. He can't get hard in front of another man.

"Can I use your bathroom?" Frank asked quickly.

"Oh, yeah," Jack seemed distracted from the action on screen.

Frank closed the door and splashed water on his face. "Pull it together," he said to himself and decided it was time to leave.

He exited the small bathroom and before his eyes he saw Jack reclined against the bed, hurriedly pulling his hand away from the crotch area of his pants, which were still on. Before he could leave - and he felt he really needed to leave - he felt oddly compelled for one last peek. He walked over and leaned around to see a new lesbian video on screen. Without thinking, Frank sat back down and relaxed next to Jack. Frank became a little nervous, as his brain was not letting him leave, despite his fully erect cock straining against his pants. His eyes slighted over to Jack's cock, which he could see the outline of through his khakis, along with a small wet spot forming. To his shock, Frank was thoroughly intrigued, the inner voices of dissent growing quieter.

Frank noticed a second browser tab with the name, "200 Cumsh..." the browser tab too small to reveal the entire title.

"What's on that one?" asked Frank, as he pointed to the tab. Frank, despite being as straight as an arrow, loved watching cum shots. Frank told himself it was not about looking at cocks orgasming and spewing cum, but how the cum marked the women, who were begging for a man's essence. Jack opened the tab.

Sure enough, it was a series of cumshots, one after another. Cocks expelling cum across women's faces, into their mouths, across their tits... everything you could think of. Frank was mesmerized. Then, to his absolute shock, there was a hazy amateur looking clip of a man lying on a bed with his shorts pulled down to his thighs with another man giving him a hand job. Frank looked at the full title of the video: "200 Cumshots - straight and bi compilation." Oh, shit, thought Frank. This is going to be gross.

But Frank couldn't look away. The man started shooting cum up his stomach and his inched up t-shirt as the other man slowed his pace, cum drenched on his hand. The clip suddenly showed the men in reverse position. The giver became the receiver. The man receiving the hand job casually said, "Dude, I'm gonna cum," and then grunted with conviction. He began ejaculating so violently it reached his face and chest. The video continued with a mixture of straight and gay cum shots.

Frank and Jack slowly inched together to get a better view of the action on screen. Frank sat down the laptop at their feet. The two men's legs touched, but neither noticed. The men didn't speak, as the action on screen had their full attention. Then it happened. Frank felt Jack's hand brushing against his thigh, slowly, barely making contact. Frank inhaled sharply out of surprise and involuntary ecstasy. Jack's hand glided over Frank's thigh for a few seconds until it found Frank's hard cock and slid across it a few times. Frank's head fell back against the headboard and he let out a sigh, Jack taking it as permission to go further.

Frank opened his eyes slightly and looked at the laptop screen to see a man sucking another man's cock and pull it out in time for the cock to blast cum in his mouth and on his cheek. All of Frank's thoughts emanated from his pleasure zone, and all thoughts of his wife and conservative biases disappeared. His hand found Jack's thigh and he began inching his fingers toward Jack's manhood.

Jack began to fumble with Frank's belt, unlatched it, opened the button and zipper and slid his hand under Frank's waistband caressing Frank's aching member.

"I have never touched another man before," Jack's voice quiet and trembling with excitement.

"I've never, either. I've never even seen another cock in person," Frank admitted.

Jack continued gently stroking Frank's penis. Frank mustered the courage and his hand found Jack's dick. It was shorter than his, but thicker. Jack moaned audibly. Jack pulled himself together and inched Frank's pants down revealing Frank's beautiful penis. Frank was speechless. He was under Jack's control and was willing to let him provide any pleasure he wanted.

Jack's body moved down and he positioned himself over Frank's eager cock. Jack stuck out his tongue and touched it against the drop of precum from Frank's slit. Jack tasted it and made a satisfied sound as if it were tasty. He then slowly moved his mouth over Frank's cock and let it slide all the way in.

"Oh, fuck!" Frank moaned with raw sexual energy. Jack's mouth collapsed against Frank's cock. His tongue stroked the shaft and played with the head. Given the length of Frank's manhood, Jack was able to slowly stroke the lower half of his cock as the upper part slid back and forth in his warm mouth. Even Frank's wife didn't give head like this. But a man knows what a man likes.

After several minutes of having his cock mouth-massaged by another man, the taboo sexuality was more than he could handle. Normally he could last a while with his wife, edging and extending the pleasure. But the overwhelming sense of a new sexual experience, especially one so unexpected, drew him to the precipice of what would be an intense release, especially after a week of abstinence away from his wife.

Frank looked down at Jack and warned, "I'm... I'm gonna cum. I'm about... I don't know if you want me to..." Just then Jack took only the head of Frank's cock in his mouth while rhythmically stroking the shaft. Frank's head fell back against the pillow. "Ohhh... shit... here it... fuck... I'm..."

Just then the first wave of the orgasm washed over Frank's body like a bolt of lightning and he felt a jet of cum fly into Jack's mouth. Then another. And another, each as forceful as the last. Jack pushed Frank's cock back into his mouth as Frank filled his mouth with warm cum. Each time Jack swallowed, his mouth hugged Frank's cock just a bit, milking even more from his penis. Jack's mouth clung to Frank's cock through the aftershocks of the orgasm. Jack pulled his mouth away and Frank was still hard as steel. Normally he softens after orgasm as post-nut clarity kicks in.

Frank shot upright and urged Jack off the bed. Jack, convinced Frank regretted what had happened and might become angry, jumped off and stood upright. Frank never wanted to have a bisexual experience. The thought of it always made him queasy. But right now, Frank wanted to try cock. He needed Jack to cum. Frank needed cum. He didn't know what would come next, he just knew he had to service Jack.

Frank slid off the bed, knelt before Jack, who was confused, hurriedly freed Jack's cock from the confines of his pants, and met his first cock, face to face. Jack was girthy. His cock head purple with lust. Frank looked up at Jack, took his cock in his hand and stroked it a few times, almost sizing it up. Without hesitation Frank's mouth engulfed Jack's erect penis and he began to suck cock for the first time. He performed on his cock, touching the points he, as a man, knew were the most sensitive. He felt precum develop and quickly downed it. Frank released Jack's cock and breathlessly said, "Tell me when you're gonna cum." Jack nodded.

Not knowing what was in store sent Jack over the edge. "Okay, I'm cumming. I'm cumming." Frank pulled Jack's cock from his mouth, aimed it at his face, and began to stroke it. The first rope of cum hit Frank's cheek and forehead. Frank almost instinctively opened his mouth as the second surge landed in and around his mouth. The third smacked Frank in the nose and cheek. At that point Frank wanted a taste and began sucking the few remaining bolts from Jack's cock. Frank allowed himself to taste the syrup before he swallowed.

Both men were spent. Jack pulled Frank to his feet and began to deeply kiss Frank and lick his own cum from Frank's face.

"I can't get enough of this stuff now," cooed Jack.

The men both dressed and made plans for the next evening.