Rob broke the silence, “Steve, Bruce was right, you are a natural cocksucker. That was an amazing blow job. I noticed you shot your load while he was fucking you. Not many GAY men can achieve orgasm like that. You must have really loved getting fucked. Tell me now, are you Gay?”
I was admiring him, running my fingers through his chest hair, and wasn’t ready to answer. “Rob, I’m married and love my wife, even if she doesn’t like to fool around much. I don’t think one day makes me gay.”
“Well, Steve, you can wear my cum on your face home, and Bruce’s cum all over your ass. I’m sure your cute wife will ask you what that is on your face and you can tell her you made some new friends and you gave them blow jobs, and it’s their cum on your face. And if you are really being honest with her, you will pull down your sexy compression shorts and show her Bruce’s cum all over your ass. She will be shocked and ask if you were raped, and you will have to tell her you did it voluntarily, eagerly, and that you enjoyed it, but then tell her not to worry because you are not gay. Do you think she will believe you aren’t gay?”
I thought my life, or at least my marriage was over. “Rob, today has been so awakening for me, and I have enjoyed what we have done. But I can’t go home like this.”
“Steve, we really like you and I’m sure I can speak for Bruce when I say we welcome you as a new friend and we would love to have you come and visit our bed whenever you get the urge, or any time for that matter. But if you are going to be our friend, you must be honest with us. Straight men don’t give other men blow jobs. Straight men don’t have orgasms from getting fucked by other men. GAY men do these things. For the last time, are you GAY?
I knew the answer, and I knew I wanted to visit again. Hell, I didn’t want to leave. “Yes, you have awakened new desires, hungers, in me. I loved sucking your cocks, and Bruce fucking me was amazing. I know I want to do this again. So, yes, I’m gay.”