A Friend of a Friend, an Awakening

I was working in Atlanta that week and decided to have dinner with an old work colleague, Chuck. He was in town for just one more evening, but we decided to meet up before he headed out. We met at a pub not too far from where I was staying. We planned on a couple drinks and some appetizers just to catch up. He was leaving early in the morning so we made it an early evening.

While we were sitting at the bar, a friend of his stopped by to say hello. Chuck introduced me to him. He was a social acquaintance from the area. They chatted for a few minutes before he walked away and sat at the other end of the bar.

Chuck and I continued our visit until about 8 o'clock, when he called it a night. Because I was staying in a hotel nearby, I stuck around for another drink and to finish watching the ball game on the bar TV.

After about 20 minutes, the gentleman Chuck had introduced me to walked up beside me and sat down. The pub had started to clear out and not many were left for conversation. We began talking about the ball game.

I said, 'I'm only a casual fan, not getting into the metrics much, but I do enjoy the entertainment aspect of baseball.'

He agreed and then change the conversation away from baseball. He asked how I knew Chuck. I explained we were work colleagues.

He said, 'Oh, I thought it may have been something else.'

I asked for clarification. He said, 'I thought maybe you knew him in a more social way.'

I explained we were friends having worked together for many years.

He said, 'That's good, I didn't want to intrude if it was something else.'

I confirmed that it wasn't, but then asked why he may have thought that was the case.

He said, 'Maybe I was just reading it wrong.'

'In what way?' I ask.

'Oh, you know,' he replied.

Assuming he was suggestion a romantic relationship, I asked, 'What would give you that impression?'

He said, 'Sometimes you can pick up on the little things even when they're not said out loud.'

'Like what?' I asked.

He said that just mannerisms and where one's attention is focused can be clues. I apologized if I may have given him the wrong impression. He said, 'That was ok.'

Our attention returned to the game and other conversation as we each enjoyed our drinks.

'I'm usually not wrong,' he said a few minutes later.

'About what?' I asked.

'Those mannerisms and where someone directs their attention. Those are the usual tells.'

I assured him again that wasn't the case.

He said, 'Almost every guy has been at least a little curious at one point.'

I said, 'Well curiosity is one thing.'

He asked, 'So you have been curious?' with a little chuckle added to blunt his directness.

'I'm not admitting to anything since we just met,' I replied.

He laughed and said, 'Well you kind of just did.'

I said, 'I can't argue with that logic. I guess I walked into that.'

'So I was right?' He asked rhetorically before taking a drink and returning his attention to the TV.

Another inning of baseball passed before he returned to the subject once again.

'So since you're curious, what are you curious about?'

'Wow!' I said with a little laugh, 'You're not gonna let this go.'

He said, 'Why would I? Maybe there's something in it for both of us.'

'Something for both of us?' I asked.

'Sure,' he said, 'you figure out if it's anything more than curiosity for you and I get the pleasure of helping you in the process.'

That sent my pulse racing. It seemed I had unintentionally outed myself. In reality, it was more than just a little curiosity. It had long been a fantasy, almost to obsession. And now the opportunity seemed to be presenting itself.

'What did you have in mind?' I asked.

'Let's head out of here and see where the evening leads us,' he suggested.

I agreed. We paid our tabs and headed out of the pub. I had this strange but arousing feeling as we walked out together.

'Your place or mine?' he asked.

I was staying in a hotel nearby within walking distance, so I suggested there.

As we walk through the door to the hotel, the desk clerk greeted us. She had seen me leave earlier by myself and now returning with somebody. I wondered irrationally if she knew. It probably is not uncommon for men traveling on business to satisfy some curiosities occasionally.

I pushed the elevator button and we waited for it to get to the first floor. He was texting as I was looking around to see if anybody was noticing. I'm sure it was just me being self-conscious because nothing really appeared unusual.

The elevator door opened and we took it up to the fourth floor where my room was. As we walked down the hallway, I received a text message from Chuck. The message said 'Have fun. He's a good guy. Your secret is safe with me.'

I looked at him and he smiled, saying 'Let's go see if we can satisfy some of that curiosity.'

We went in the room and locked the door behind us.

'Just sit on the bed and let's get comfortable with the situation,' he said.

He reassured me that he knew this was a big moment and he didn't want me to be overly nervous.

'Being nervous can certainly heighten the pleasure,' he said, 'but nerves can also ruin the moment.'

He walked to the window and pulled the drapes closed, so it was dark in the room, but with enough light to see what was going on. We sat there in the dim room and talked. I sat on the bed and he said in the side chair.

He asked, 'How long I had entertained fantasies about being with another man?'

'Answering that was kind of difficult,' I said. 'I guess it has been as long as I can remember.'

He said that is usually the case, and it's not often something that just surfaces out of nowhere.

'Have you ever been with a man before?' he asked.

I said, 'Only once and it wasn't a comfortable situation.' I explained that he had rushed the situation and I couldn't get into the moment. That ultimately led to a disappointing experience.

'Well, let's not rush the situation tonight and ruin things like your last time,' he said. 'Let's just let the moment develop comfortably and at your pace.'

I said, 'I appreciate you trying to make it comfortable for me and enjoyable.'

'If you enjoy it, I enjoy it,' he said. 'Maybe if things go well, it could be the start of something more. So, whenever you're ready take your clothes off.'

I took a deep breath to calm myself, and then began to unbutton my shirt unbuttoned my shirt. As he watched, I kicked my shoes off, removed my socks, and then stood up to begin taking off my pants.

I paused and said, 'I guess this is point where I jump into the deep end.'

'Come on in,' he said. 'The water's warm!'

We both laughed as I slid my pants and underwear down exposing my stiffening cock, my arousal was undeniable.

'Apparently it is,' I said.

'Lay back on the bed,' he said. 'Get comfortable so I can join you.' He began to undress.

My eyes surveyed his body as each piece of clothing was removed. He was fit but not chiseled, which alleviated some of my self consciousness about my own body, now naked, stretched out on the bed.

He was just over six feet tall, a full head of neatly groomed hair and neatly trimmed pubic hair. His cock was average length but his girth exceeded mine. It was a pleasing shape and growing more erect by the second.

My arousal was growing, too, in anticipation of our physical contact and my cock twitched noticeably matching my rapid heart rate.

When he was fully naked, he walked to the side of the bed and sat down beside me. He placed a hand on my knee and then slid his hand up to my penis.

'I'm glad you're trusting me.' He said. 'When I had my first time with another guy, it was life changing. I had no idea what I had been missing.'

We were two men naked in my hotel room. He was getting ready to take me across the line from curiosity to a real physical experience.

'I'm ready,' I said. I told him that I wanted it and that I trusted him to take me on this sexual journey. 'I need to know,' I said.

'Close your eyes,' he said.

He began to stroke me. Slowly, so as not to cause me to come.

'Just relax and be in the moment. No one else is here. No one is going to know so just enjoy.'

With those words, I felt myself relax a little more. It felt different than the last time. Because we had a mutual friend there wasn't the anxiety that I had the first time I was with a man.

That allowed me to just focus on the pleasure and the new feelings. And it was those feelings that had been pushed down for all those years that began to surface.

It felt good in ways that I could not begin to explain. It wasn't just the sexual arousal that felt good. I seemed to be on the verge of a level of self-awareness that I had never known before.

As he slowly stroked me, I lay there with my eyes closed, I felt him take my hand and guide it to his penis. He was hard as I wrapped my hand around his shaft and felt his warm cock in my hand. I let my fingers wonder and felt the softness of his sack.

Then I felt a warm wetness engulf my cock the sensations caused me to arch my back. I opened my eyes and saw that he had taken me into his mouth.

Artfully, he began to move up and down on my penis. My legs involuntarily spread inviting any attention he would give. He quickly worked me to the edge where I would have been compliant with any suggestion he could have made.

He cupped my balls with one hand as he let one finger slipped between my cheeks grazing my asshole. He continued to suck my cock and explore while I got mentally lost. My hand stroke his penis and I felt him stiffening in my grip.

We continued in this cycle of mutual stimulation for several minutes. At some point, I felt myself surrender to the moment. I caught a glimpse of us together in the floor length mirror. I saw myself lying on my back, my legs spread and this other man pleasuring me. It felt like an out of body experience watching myself having sex with a man.

He began to change positions. I felt him kneel on the bed beside my head. He was still stroking me slowly. But his other hand slipped behind my neck, and he began to pull me towards him, towards his cock.

'Now it's time to find out how much you like cock,' he said.

I opened my eyes and then without hesitation I opened my mouth. I felt his warm penis slide into me.

The sensations and emotions flooded through me. I felt as if my cock had never been harder. Tasting his cock and feeling his warmth in my mouth was more intense than I had ever have imagined it could be.

'Damn! Not, too fast, let's make this last,' he laughingly said.

I'm not sure how much learning there was. Sucking his cock just felt instinctive and natural.

He then straddled me so we were facing each and our hard cocks sliding together. Our hands and eyes explored. He grabbed our cocks together and began to stroke against each other.

Seeing my cock against his was electric. He pulled me close as he thrust his hips grinding our cocks against each other. We were face to face.

Our mouths met and we kissed. My hand reach around to grab his ass. Every emotion was flooding over me. The pace of his grinding increased. I pulled him closer wanting to feel his whole body.

'I'm going to come, I said. The friction of our cocks and the weight of him on me had me to the edge.

'Wait,' he said, ' let's come together.'

He sat up on his knees, still straddling me. He wrapped his hands around our cocks. He was stroking us together. The visual of the moment was burned into my memory.

I felt his body begin to tense and mine quickly followed. I felt the surge of an orgasm building and then the whole body release happened. I could feel the warm sticky wetness engulfing our penises and I felt him tense as he came with me.

He continued to stroke my sensitive penis twitching with every pass of his hand over my sensitive head. I looked down and saw our penises and his hand covered with our semen.

'What do you think now?' he asked. 'Are you still curious?'

'No,' I said. 'That satisfied my curiosity, for sure. That was amazing.'

'Then why do you look a little confused? He asked

'I'm not sure what is next,' I said.

'Do you mean right now, or later? Right now we just lay here and catch our breath then get cleaned up.' He laughed.

'Not right now,' I said.

'Well if you're not curious,' he said, 'that means you know.'

'I know what?' I asked.

He said, 'To me it looks like you liked it, so you're not curious anymore. From where I stand, I'd say you're gay. And that's OK. Nothing else needs to change. You just aren't curious. You actually know there's no more wondering about it.'

I said, 'But that was just one experience.'

'Did you like it?' He asked.

'I think it's obvious that I did.,' I replied.

'Then say it.' he said.

'I liked it. I really liked it. It felt right. It felt good.' I said

'Then I think you've discovered your true sexuality. Now it's just a matter of expanding your experiences. And I'm happy to help you with that too.'

And with that, I had begun to ve honest with myself. And I now had a gay lover who was willing to lead me on my journey. I was looking forward to our next meeting.