Paul didn’t make me wait too long for an answer as he shamelessly blurted out “Well, one time, Sara stuck a finger in my ass!”
Even I kinda found this to be somewhat amateurish due to having had a couple of past physicals involving a prostate exam. Needless to say, I would have appeared to not have been very impressed with this revelation.
After a short pause, Paul continued “oh and then she shoved a plug into me.”
With complete surprise, I responded “holy shit. I’d say you have me beat.” As we both laughed, I threw out “the only thing that would make that more gay is if you said that you liked it.”
He dropped his smile to a serious look, stood up, turned around and started fiddling with something. I was a little perplexed at what he was doing as the waist of his pants fell slack. Reaching to his sides, he hooked the waistband to his pants.
“Did I like it? What do you think?” he questioned as he quickly pulled his pants down, showing me his ass with, what I assumed was a butt plug nestled between his cheeks.
I have seen Paul naked plenty of times at the gym, just as I have seen every other man at the gym naked in the shower. Never had I paid much attention to the naked men there, as I was not into men and also happily married.
Now, a naked ass that I have seen many times before, was naked explicitly for me to look at. Not to wash, not to change clothes, not to tan, not to even shit. Naked, completely for my eyes to focus on.
And look I did. In fact, I couldn’t not look. Only being able to see just ass, the way the glow from the fire danced around on his ass cheeks made it almost impossible for my brain to distinguish between his ass and a woman’s ass. It was obvious that my cock didn’t care either way as it started throbbing under the pressure of its cloth restraint.
Clearing my throat, and still focused on the stuffed ass in front of me, I excitedly said “What the fuck Paul? I don’t want to see that.”
As if trying to antagonize me, he quickly reached back and pulled his ass cheeks wide apart. Within a second, he pushed the plug from his ass with such force that he almost launched it at me. Unable to speak or look away, I spent the next five seconds ogling over the gaping asshole that belonged to one of my closest friends.
I was able to break my gaze only after he finally began to pull his pants back up. As he started to turn around to sit back down, I said “ok, so you could have just told me that you liked having stuff shoved in your ass. I think I would have gotten it, without needing the actual visual.”
Quick to respond, he quipped “Say’s the man who could have just said that he likes eating cum.”
Not immediately did I have any words to retort with, so I grabbed my beer, took a drink and pointed at him while saying “I never said I liked it.”
Paul began laughing before explaining “you didn’t have to. You forget that I know your wife. Like you said, people don’t tell Linda no. Which means that if it had worked for her before, I can guarantee that she has done it since. Of course, if you didn’t like it, yet still continued to do it, you probably wouldn’t have mentioned it. Just my guess.”
With less of my intoxicated blood making it to my head, I just sat there and stared into the fire, not understanding what all of this was.
After taking another drink of his beer, he continued “I mean, there’s nothing wrong with what you and your wife do in the privacy of your life. You apparently like having your wife feed you your cum, I like having my wife stretch my ass.”
For an instant, I felt safe from having to respond, as he didn’t ask anything.
“But the real question is, has it only ever been just your cum that you have slurped on? And for the current records, it’s only been plugs for me.” Paul said with a contemptuous look before once again breaking into laughter.
Again, without the ability to rationalize my thoughts, my mouth just blurted out “only mine.”
I recognized that for the second time, I had said that I like eating my cum, without saying that I like eating my cum. Quickly diverting, I jumped up to grab another couple of beers from the cooler.
As I walked over to hand Paul a bottle, he reached for it while randomly saying “good day today.”
Taking the bottle from me, he held out the neck to offer a ‘cheers’, to which I gratefully accepted. Turning to walk back to my seat, Paul took a swig of the ice cold beverage. A I reached my seat and sat down, I also put the bottle to my mouth.
“By the way, you look more relaxed now.” Paul said as I swallowed the first gulp of my cold beer.
As puzzling of a statement that it was to me, it wasn’t enough to make me stop my current drink.
That would change the instant that he stunned me with “I mean, it must have been hell for you to sit there for the last twenty minutes, with your hard dick all kinked up like it was.”
I immediately looked down and saw that there was a definitive outline of the seven inch pipe in my pants. Without being able to think of a valid reason other than, I was just staring at his stuffed asshole, I responded with “yup, all good now.”
With confusion running circles in my head, I couldn’t reconcile why I was aroused, while at the same time never before having sexual thoughts of a man. I didn’t think that it was necessarily the thought of sex with a man that had turned me on, I felt more as if it was the high and drunk giving me the ability to separate the out-of-sight man from the smooth ass and stretched hole in front of me.
I began questioning myself as to why I am even continuing with Paul, on any of the current subjects. Normally, I would have probably told him to shut the fuck up from the second that he asked “what was the gayest thing I’ve done.” But no, it’s as if I am curious as to how far he takes the questions.
It didn’t take as long as hoped it would have, but out of nowhere, Paul asked “do you want to try something different?”
While thinking that I would regret entertaining his question, my mouth just uttered “try something different than what?”
Paul took the pipe he was holding and put it to his lips before lighting a long pull on it. While trying to hold onto his smoke, he said in a voice of trying to hold one’s breath while talking “well,,, you can,,, try,,, something different,,, then yourself.”
With the revelation that I had eaten my own cum being the only thing he could be referring to, I could only assume that he was offering his nut to me. Not only had I never thought about tasting another man’s cum, the thought of how I would make that happen wasn’t anywhere on my radar.
Clearing his lungs, he finished with “and maybe I can try something different then that plug.”
Perhaps the now throbbing bat in my pants sobered up the thinking part of my brain. I snidely joked “easy there fella. I’ve known you longer than my adult children have been alive, we both know that you’re not, we’re not, gay.”
“Well, you’re right about us not being gay. But just think, you like the taste of your own cum. If you had the opportunity to try someone else’s cum with only an unthinkably small chance of anyone ever finding out, wouldn’t you be the slightest bit interested?”