I dropped my phone onto the bed before lying back and staring at the ceiling. I had anticipated this alone time would be a chance to catch up on some projects, relax, and just be. Instead, it turned into something much different and exciting.
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I puttered around the remainder of the afternoon, doing nothing specific. I decided to stay naked after I chatted with Mark, as I did prefer to be naked when the opportunity arose. There is something inherently exciting about being nude at a time when you usually aren’t, like a Friday afternoon. There were no knocks at the door or video calls to interrupt my relaxation, but it might have been a kick if there had been.
At 6:30, I threw on a T-shirt, shorts, and sandals. I felt I would only be clothed briefly at Marks, so why wear more than necessary? Our conversation that afternoon told me we were thinking along very similar lines. I set out to Mark’s, texting him that I was en route. He replied, advising he had just finished at the gym and was heading home.
I parked my SUV streetside in front of Mark’s house, his car in the driveway. I locked up and made my way for the front door. As I did, my phone dinged, and Mark said, “It’s open.” I entered and went to the room we occupied the night before. There was beer on ice, and I decided to help myself. I grabbed one and twisted the top off. Before taking a drink, I decided to strip down. I put the bottle down before pulling my shirt over my head and pushing my shorts to the floor. I placed both on the back of the chair and took a seat.
I took a long pull from the beer, flipping through my phone while waiting for Mark. It was a slow news day with little happening. Well, at least in the outside world. I heard the shower turn off and considered that quite a bit was happening in my life.
A few minutes later, Mark came into the room completely naked. His hair was damp and messy from the towel, and he looked freshly toned from his recent workout. Mark’s cock bounced as he walked. “Great minds think alike. I was hoping you would be naked when I came in here. I’m so glad you get the general vibe of the place.”
After another beer drink, I replied, “I do feel comfortable. The last 24 hours have been a whirlwind, but I enjoy every bit. I had a great chat with my wife about it this morning.”
Mark was drinking his beer then, dropping the bottle slightly to look at me. His eyes were questioning my last statement, so I continued.
“Mark, one thing you should know about me is that I am a terrible liar. My personality doesn’t allow me to tolerate silliness well, and I hate keeping secrets. Ideally, I would have given my wife a heads-up before last night, but obviously, I thought I was only going to dinner. So, first thing this morning, we Facetimed, and I brought her up to speed.” I punctuated this with another drink from the bottle.
Mark responded, “Well, Reese, I am sure you would realize that it’s not unheard of that straight, married men stray periodically to the less straight side of the aisle. Some gay guys seek these opportunities more than others. In my experience, it’s not often that they tell their wives. How did it go?”
I smirked to myself, remembering how the conversation had gone. I said, “It went better than I could have dreamed. My wife and I communicate well about everything. She knows that I am, at least, bi-curious and has helped me explore that within the confines of our relationship. We watch a wider variety of porn now, and she has become very enthusiastic and skilled at pegging me. I am a fortunate man.”
Mark made a noise between a moan and a groan at this last bit of information. What it implied intrigued him greatly.
“That’s great, Reese. So many guys feel they must hide that part of themselves from their partners. They think their partners would reject them and all the complications that come with it. I am so happy your wife is among the few spouses who support all of you. I don’t know that you have told me her name.” With that last question, Mark finished the last of his beer.
“Her name is Sonya, and she never ceases to amaze me.”
“Sonya sounds like quite the woman. I would love to meet her if you were comfortable with it.”
I smiled and said, “It’s funny you should say that. Sonya said something similar this morning. I need to make a reservation, but she wants us to have dinner the night they return. Does that work for you?”
Mark nodded and said, “I will make it work. Let me know the date and time, and I will be there. However, before meeting your wife, I would like more details on how she responded to your news this morning.”
I continued. “I gave the abbreviated version of how last night went. I told her about your prior experience of being friends with someone who did not realize you were gay and how they reacted when they found out. I explained how avoiding that scenario was your motivation in telling me. She did say she was sorry you experienced an idiot like that.” Mark smiled in acknowledgement of Sonya’s empathy.
“I then proceeded to explain how you were attracted to me and the level of that attraction. I described our back and forth at the restaurant and how you came to invite me here for a nightcap. When I told Sonya about disclosing my preference to be naked any time the situation allowed, she gasped. She couldn’t believe I would admit that. When I advised of your positive reaction, she accused me of teasing someone attracted to me and how that wasn’t fair.”
Mark replied, “At the time, I agree. Given our conversation all evening, why would you mention something like that? That confusion soon sorted itself out.” Mark was now stroking his stiffening cock. It was getting thicker and longer and a most enjoyable site.
“I suppose it was a way to show my comfort with you. To show that your being gay was not an issue for me and that I was pretty happy to be your friend under any circumstances. I didn’t think of it as flirting, as silly as that is to say now.” I now had my cock in my hand, my left hand pulling on my left nipple. My head was already leaking its promise.
I continued, “I then relayed how I admitted I would be going home to jack off and that I offered to do it here if you were interested in watching. My offer to jack off for you was flirting, by the way.”
Mark stood up in response, his stiff cock leading his path to me. “I must say, I appreciate the forwardness. So many straight or bi guys can’t decide if they are in or out. Now, I am going to suck that delicious cock while you continue telling me how your wife responded to your retelling of our activities last night.” He took his place between my knees, on his, and removed my hand from my cock. He wrapped his around it before encircling my crown with warm, wet lips. For the second time in twenty-four hours, this man was wrapping his lips around my cock. What a solid finish to the week.
I pushed my hips forward to the edge of the seat and put my hand on the back of Mark’s head in silent encouragement. His mouth felt amazing on my head and shaft, and I started to think his downplaying of his cocksucking abilities was false modesty.