This story is about a straight guy who has a gay sexual encounter. If that kind of thing does not appeal to you, stop reading now.
This story is pure fiction, from a fantasy I created and have jerked off to many times. If this bears any resemblance to something that happened to you, it must have been an incredible experience. But it's simply a coincidence.
This is part 1 of 2 parts. All comments are welcome: djwarner1984@hotmail.com.
I opened my eyes. I found myself face down on my bed. I turned toward my bedroom clock. It was 9:02. I could see light; it must be morning. I was naked and uncovered; I must have kicked the sheets off the bed. My hard-on was pressed into the mattress.
I reached down for the sheet and pulled it up as I rolled onto my side. I curled myself into a ball and focused on the full-length mirror mounted on the bathroom door. I could see myself in the mirror; there was no one else in our bedroom. My wife must have left for work already. Then I remembered: this was the first of three days off for me.
I was awake now, but I had just had the most unsettling dream.
About two weeks ago, our station responded to a multi-alarm fire. There was another fire fighter from another town already at the scene. He was there when I arrived. I had never met him before. I was mesmerized by how gorgeous he looked. He was very fit and he had deep brown eyes. Our interactions were short and related to putting out the fire. Since then, he started popping into my thoughts at random times. Now, this morning, he was in one of my dreams.
My dream started out innocent enough. There was a fire. I went to the back of the building to work one of the hoses. Suddenly, he was there helping me work the hose. Then he was right behind me. Somehow our clothes were gone and his skin was touching mine. His arms were around me and he was saying things into my ear. I don't know what he said, but it made me very horny. Then, all of a sudden I woke up.
I lay there trying to figure out what the hell was going on. I'm married with a beautiful wife. We have hot, passionate sex all the time and it's always incredible. Sure, I've checked out other guys in the locker room, but all guys do that. I've never had any kind of gay experience or any sexual fantasy about a guy. I stopped thinking about it -- I didn't want to keep dwelling on it.
My cock was as hard as ever, I needed to jerk off. I pulled the sheets down and uncurled myself. I looked at my body in the mirror. For a 31 year old guy, I think I'm pretty hot. I have short blond hair. My pecs are well-defined. I have a small bit of blond hair between my pecs and a small ring of blond hair around each nipple. My nipples are silver dollar sized and poke out very far when they get hard. My nips are much bigger than most guys and I've seen guys stare at them in the locker room. I put a lot of work into keeping my abs tight and there is a small trail of blond hair from my navel to my crotch hair. My bush is full with blond hair and my cock is six and a half inches long. I'm circumcised and I leak pre-cum when I get horny. My legs are kind of muscular and they have light blond hair all over them.
I rolled onto my back, but kept looking at myself in the mirror. I could see my cock pointing up waiting for my hand. There was definitely pre-cum forming on the tip. I spread my feet out toward the sides, opening my legs wide. I closed my eyes and kept a mental picture of my body laying on the bed in my mind. I pictured my wife crawling up from the foot of the bed. My hand gripped my hard shaft and I slowly started stroking. I pictured my wife working her mouth closer to my cock, on the verge of taking my cockhead into her mouth.
"Ding Dong!" the doorbell rang.
"Fuck", I swore out loud to no one. I looked at the clock. It was 9:05. "Who the fuck...?" Then I remembered. "Oh, shit". My wife told me yesterday that she had called the plumber. The toilet was clogged in the bathroom downstairs.
"Shit", I swore again. I found a pair of gym shorts that I usually wear to bed. They were very loose fitting and dark blue; they should hide my boner.
I made my way downstairs and opened the door. It was not what I expected. See, the plumber we use is a guy in his fifties. He's overweight, smokes like a chimney, has hard lines on his face, and he breathes heavy even when he's not doing anything strenuous. This was not him.
This guy was young -- maybe 20. The dark hair on his head was shaved. He looked like he could grow a full head of hair, but he chose to keep it cropped about 1/4 of an inch long. He was wearing a white sleeveless shirt. Dark chest hair was poking out from the top of it. The hair under his arm pits was jabbing out, even though his arms were by his side. His arms had thin dark hair and were very muscular. I could see, even with his sleeveless shirt on, that his pecs and abs were those of someone who worked out. He was wearing very short denim shorts. There were marks and small rips on them. The tips of the white pockets were poking out of the hem at the bottom. But most of that was covered up by the tools hanging from his tool belt. His legs were muscular with very thin dark hair; his thighs bulging out from beneath his shorts. His calves were large and bottomed out with white socks and work boots.
I tried to hide behind the door as best I could. I was trying to hide my boner. I was also self conscious about my nips, too. Whenever I took my shirt off, I always covered them with my arms. Most of the time, I didn't realize I was doing it. I only poked my head from behind the door. I must have looked like I was trying to hide as if I was naked.
"You look surprised to see me," He said. "You were probably expecting my dad. He's on another job; I sometimes cover for him." I looked at his face as he spoke. He had facial hair the same length as on his head. It appeared as if he worked very hard to keep all of the hair the same 1/4 inch length. It was already a very hot day and there was sweat beading up on his forehead and upper lip. His eyes were dark brown and I stared into them as he spoke.
"I'm the plumber? You have a clogged toilet?" He raised his eyebrows as he tried to jog my memory.
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry. I was expecting your father. Come in." I turned at an angle away from him and opened the door. I folded my arms to cover my nips and turned back toward him. He came in and closed the door.
"I'm Jack," he smiled as he put his hand out. I could see his arm pit hair was very thick when he lifted his arm.
"Oh, sorry, I'm Dave," I unfolded my arms and put my hand out to shake his. My right nip was now exposed. As he shook my hand with a very firm grip, I caught him glancing at my nipple. He didn't react in any way as I then covered it back up again by folding my arms.
His eyes went down my body. I felt very exposed.
"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" he asked. His eyes were now on mine.
"Oh, no, I was already awake." I replied. "Let me show you where the bathroom is," I said as I turned to lead him. I took him into the basement where we have a guest bedroom with a guest bath. It's half finished; the walls and floors are complete, but the ceiling pipes are still exposed.
"OK. I'll have a look. This should not take me too long. I won't keep you if you have other things to do," he said.
"Oh, OK. If you need me for anything, just yell up the stairs." I said as I left the room.
As I made my way back upstairs I was thinking about how hairy Jack was. His bush must be pretty thick... And his ass must be hairy, too... I wonder if his ass is as tight as the rest of his body... It looked like he worked out a lot... Did he see my boner...
I stopped half-way up the stairs. What the hell was I thinking? Why was I focusing on Jack's body? Who cares if he saw my hard-on?
I convinced myself I was just comparing our bodies -- guys do that. I looked down at my erection. It was bulging and pushing out the front of my shorts. There was evident wetness from the pre-cum seeping out of my cock tip. He had to have noticed my hard cock.
I finished climbing the stairs and went into the bedroom. I lay down on the bed and got into my jerk-off position again, spreading my legs. I was determined to stroke off while I imagined my wife giving me head. I pulled the loose material at the leg of my shorts to the side and released my cock. It was still very hard. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.
My hand made its way around my thick shaft again and I slowly started stroking. In my mind, my wife came to the foot of the bed. She crawled up between my thighs and her mouth moved closer to my cockhead. Then it was Jack's mouth. I could see his short-shaved head, his close-cropped facial hair. His mouth got closer to my cock.
What the fuck!?!? I opened my eyes; there was no one there. Why was I thinking about Jack?
"Hey, Dave?" It was Jack. He was downstairs calling for me.
"Be right there." I yelled. I sat up and put my head in my hands. What the hell was happening to me? I pulled my cock back into my shorts and got up. I tried to adjust it so Jack wouldn't see my hard-on.
As I got to the top of the stairs, I positioned myself in front of the banister, so he couldn't see my bulge. Jack was at the bottom of the stairs. His left foot was on the landing. His right foot was bent up onto the third step. His work boots and white socks contrasted with the muscles in his legs; they were flexed because of his position and his legs were spread. What was worse was that he had removed his tool belt. I could see that his shorts were indeed very short. His bulging package was crammed into the front of his shorts.
But I had more to deal with. Just as I got to the top of the stairs, Jack was removing his sleeveless shirt. His face was covered in the fabric and his arms were over his head. I could now see that his chest was covered in hair. His nipples were dark and normal sized. His pecs and abs were well-defined. There was a line of thin hair working from his navel down to the top button of his shorts. And his pits... There where bushes of hair under his pits.
I was speechless. He finally pulled the shirt off his head. He folded it in his hands and swiped it across his forehead. As he wiped it down his face, his eyes opened and looked up at me.
"Oh, sorry, I was really hot. I hope this doesn't bother you," he said.
"No," I gulped. Luckily, I could respond with one word, because I don't think I could have formed a full sentence.
"I need to use your bathroom and, obviously, the one downstairs is not working. Do you have one in your bedroom I can use?" he asked.
"Sure," I managed to say. I watched him drape his shirt over the banister as he made his way up the stairs. I stayed in front of him to hide my boner and we walked to the bedroom.
"In there," I said, as I gestured to the bathroom.
I made my way to the bed and sat down. I put my elbows on my knees and my head into my hands. What was happening? I was fixated on Jack's body. I'm not into guys, I'm married. But Jack's body was really hot looking.
I was trying to figure out what was happening to me when I heard Jack start to piss. It sounded a lot louder than I expected. I looked up and realized he had left the door open. The full-length mirror on the door was reflecting right next to the toilet -- right next to where he must be standing.
I couldn't stop myself. I scooted over on the bed for a better view. I could see him now. Instead of just unzipping his fly, he had undone his denim shorts completely and they had dropped to his ankles. His hands were on his hips. I couldn't see his cock, but it must have been dangling over the toilet bowl. His ass was hairy. And it was tight. He had firm cheeks, with indentations in the side of each cheek.
"You have a lovely home. You must have a beautiful view from your bedroom." He called to me. His voice echoed off the tile in the bathroom.
He must have been referring to the hills you could see from the back of our house. "Thanks, yes, I do." But I was focused on the view I had of his ass.
His piss stream stopped. I watched his ass flex as he shook himself dry. Realizing he would see me when he came out, I scrambled back to my original spot. I sat a little hunched over, trying to hide my raging hard-on and my nipples at the same time.
"I need to show you something," he said. He was standing in the bathroom doorway. I was afraid to look up.
"You have a problem in your basement," he explained.
"Oh, OK. Well, show me then." I managed to get out. I tried to look anywhere but at him.
He turned and left the bedroom and I followed. His back was muscular with fine dark hair on his shoulders and down the center of his back. His shoulder blades moved as he walked. His calves from the back looked even more muscular as they flexed while he walked. And his ass... It was so tight in the denim shorts.
My cock was hard and was pushing against the fabric of the shorts. I don't think I had stopped dripping pre-cum. It's a good thing he was in front of me.
What was happening to me? Why was I thinking these things? I'm not attracted to guys!
He stopped in the entrance to the guest bedroom. He started to turn toward me. I took the opportunity to get in front of him to hide my hard dick. I stepped into the room and waited to see what he wanted to show me.
What happened next seemed to happen in slow motion. He placed his left hand gently on my left hip. His fingers were touching the soft skin of my side. His pinky was right up against the top of the waist band of my shorts. His right hand he placed on the outside of my right arm, just below the shoulder. He was making a move on me! Why wasn't I resisting? Was my cock getting harder?
"Over here," he said as he guided me to a spot inside the room.
Oh, I'm such an idiot. He wasn't coming on to me. He was just trying to move me to what he needed to show me.
When we got to the spot he removed his right hand from my arm. His left hand didn't move; it stayed on my left hip. He moved in close behind me. I could feel the bulge of his package settle in behind my left ass cheek.
I was paralyzed.
He lifted his right arm up over my shoulder and extended it -- pointing to the far right corner of the room. The hair under his pits tickled my right shoulder. I could feel the hairs on his chest make contact with my back as he leaned in. His chin was just over my left shoulder, his lips coming close to my left ear.
"You have a long pipe that runs across here," he was almost whispering. He moved his pointed finger across in front of me, following the pipe up in the ceiling. He stressed the word `long' as he did. When he finished, his finger was now pointing to the far left corner of the room. But his arm was now wrapped in front of me. He had needed to move closer to me in the process, so now his right thigh was brushing up between my ass cheeks. His entire chest was against my back. I could feel the hair on his chest and the sweat that had formed there pressing against my back.
"There is moisture forming on the end of your pipe," he continued whispering. "It's something you need to have fixed and I can take care of it for you at no extra charge. I can fix your problem very discretely. No one will ever know." His voice trailed off as his finished speaking.
His right hand was done pointing. He moved it down and rested it on my left pec. As his hand open hand settled onto my pec, the nub of my left nipple nestled in between two of his fingers. He didn't move his hand once it rested on my pec. I could feel my nipple hardening with the touch -- he must have felt it grow between his fingers.
I was hypnotized. I couldn't move. I didn't know what to do. I was so confused. My cock was so hard, it was pointing straight out from my body. The waist band of my shorts was threatening to pull away from my body.
His voice was incredibly sexy and it was hard to think when he spoke. "This must be the first time you've had this problem, right?" he whispered.
I somehow managed to nod my head.
"Let me give you some information that will help you," his voice seemed to get even steamier. "When you answered the door, I was fascinated by your nipples. I think they're hot." I could feel a slight squeeze on my left nip as he moved his fingers together trapping its hardness.
I wanted to moan, but I couldn't speak.
"I could see your hard-on in your shorts," he continued. "I could see the wetness from your pre-cum." I could feel my face turning red with embarrassment. "I wanted to get a closer look. So..." and he paused.
"Before I called you from the landing...," he continued. The hand he had placed on my left hip started to slowly move across my belly along the waist band. "I had already been upstairs." His fingers tickled the line of hair that traveled down into my bush. "I saw you on the bed with your legs spread wide, jerking off." His fingers started to push down and easily slid under the outstretched waist band. His finger tips started tickling the top of my bush. "I think your cock looks delicious."
His voice made the word `delicious' sound so passionate and sensual. I couldn't help myself. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder and moaned out loud, "ohhhhh".
"And I loved showing off my ass for you. You snuck a peek, didn't you?" he asked.
I mouthed the word `Yes', but no sound came out.
He didn't wait for a response. His left hand was now in my shorts. All of his fingers were playfully tugging at the hairs of my crotch. He was painfully close to my cock, which had completely betrayed me with its rigidness. The fingers of his right hand had now trapped my hard nipple. He was gently tugging it up and down as he spoke to me.
"I can stop right now if you want," he paused and I heard him swallow. His voice got lower and sexier. "Or I can give you the most mind-bending orgasm you've ever had." He paused to let the words sink in. "All you have to do is tell me you want it."
I don't think I was breathing. I was so confused. This was so much like my dream. This must be something I want to happen. This incredibly sexy guy is telling me he wants to get me off. I wanted to get off, but with a guy? I started to get scared. Is this something I really want? Oh, god, but I do need to get off. If he just jerks me off, that will be OK. I've heard guys on sports teams do that all the time to bond with each other. It won't make me gay; it's just one guy tossing off another guy.
I'd convinced myself. I would let him stroke me off and that would be the end of it.
"Tell me No' and I'll stop," he whispered. His lips were now touching my ear lobe as he spoke. When he said the word stop', his fingers stopped tugging at my crotch hairs. He didn't remove his hand, he just left the fingers tangled in my bush and stopped moving them. His right hand released my pinched nipple and pulled away from my pec.
He paused long enough for my nipple to feel the cool air hit it. It was such a contrast from the warmth of his fingers. It hardened even more and goose bumps spread across my chest.
"I'll keep going, if you say yes'," he whispered so softly that I had to strain to hear his words. When he said the word yes', his fingers resumed tickling my crotch hairs. And his right hand found my nipple again and he resumed pinching it.
I was gone. I pushed back into him, letting the feelings overtake me. My head was already thrown back, leaning on his right shoulder. I turned my head, trying to get my lips closer to his ear. I was desperate. I needed him to keep going.
"YES!" I whispered. My voice was filled with such desire that I didn't recognize it as my own.
I couldn't see it, but I was pretty sure a wide smile formed across his face.
To be continued...