Jon turns a straight dude into a queer fucker

My female friend Mona is nothing less than a true cock hound.  She's good looking, has a great figure and always goes home with the hottest guys in the joint.  Our little town only has one beer joint so her pickings range from local cowboys, traveling salesmen, Oil rig wildcatters, college studs home for a visit, leather clad Harley bikers, big rig truck drivers, and hot Mexican farm workers.  We go to the bar together but she always leaves with the hottest guy there which leaves me alone and way horny.  Queers in our little town are not appreciated by the born again christians and the many homophobes, so trolling for some dick can be very tricky.  Blowing the occassional salesman in his car or the mexican farm worker who offers me his beautiful cock once in a while is about it.

By far the hottest guy ever in the bar was a local rancher named Gary Pilgrim, who raised quarterhorses.   He was a spectacular physical speciman.  Tall and lean with long legs encased in old levis which emphasized his very impressive basket.  He hooked up with Mona on a regular basis and she was more than happy to tell me, the bitch, that while he had nice balls, most of that basket display was his thick 8" dick.  Then, to make it really hurt, she added that he was a really spectacular fuck.  One of the best she had ever had.

"Jesus, Mona, would you like to torture me with a hot branding iron as well?  That guy makes me so horny I would do anything to get access to that cock."  I practically wept with frustration.

"I'm sorry Jon.  I know how you feel and I think I've come up with a plan to help you enjoy some of that beautiful dick.  But it does involve you fucking me a little.  Can you handle that?

"Mona, I would fuck anything if it gave me a chance at that dick."  Mona was a lttle offended at my answer but she understood how desparate I was and let it pass.

"The last couple of times I was with Gary" Mona continued, "I have suggested I would like a three way.  He is VERY straight and at first he was shocked at the suggestion but became more open to the idea the more he thought about it.  Of course he was thinking of a second girl and when I told him I had always wanted to be fucked by two studs at once, he really sort of freaked.  But after I assured him he wouldn't have to suck the other guys cock or let the other guy fuck his ass he reluctantly agreed to try it."  Mona paused.  She had picked up on the distress this seemingly anti gay disclosure was causing me.  "Jon.  It's not that Gary has any problem with gay sex; he just doesn't have any interes in it.  Much like you don't have any interes in sex with women.  But I think my master plan will overcome his lack of interest and, who knows, may even open him up to further exploration of his sexuality."

"And what is this master plan?" I asked, a lttle skeptical.

"I've set it up with Gary for this Thursday at 8 o'clock.  He doesn't know who the other guy is, so I want you to come over about 8:30.  He comes directly from working with his horses and showers at my place.   Does that work for you?"

I was stunned.  "Mona, right now I love you so much for doing this for me that I will be your willing slave the rest of my life!!  Of course it works for me!!  8:30 on the dot!"

This was a Saturday night just before she left with some biker dude in full leather.  I had a couple more beers and blew a guy who turned out to be a cop in the next town over.  He did not want that known and sort of panicked when his wallet slipped out of his pants pocket and fell open to show his badge.  I promised not to say anything as long as he promised to let me suck his gorgeous dick and eat his sweet ass at least a couple times a month.  He seemed happy to oblidge so we sealed the deal with a very manly handshake and a chest bump before he roared off home in his big manly pickup truck.

Now I had to make it till Thursday, five very long days away.  Every time I thought about Gary I threw a boner.  At home I could pound my pud no problem but at work I was heading to the bathroom to beat off so often that one of the concerned girls asked me if I had a urinary tract infection.  But, finally, Thursday rolled around and I started getting ready for my 8:30 rendezvous at about 5:30.  I agonized over what to wear which was stupid since, hopefully, I wouldn't be wearing anything most of the evening.  I took a long shower, shot a boner which refused to go down till I finally soaped it up and jacked it off.  I shot a big load against the wall of the shower which slowly got rinsed away.  I got out,  and dried off, only to find my hair didn't lay the way I wanted it to.  No choice but back in the shower again (but minus the boner) and this time the hair passed muster and it was time to go.

Mona met me at the door wearing a big smile but not much more.  A thin lacy negligee let the nipples of her spectacular boobs show through and further down was the dark triangle of her finely manicured pussy.  As Mona pointed out, I'm not big into straight sex but the sight of her caused a little stir of desire and a little thickening of my dick.

  I had fucked several girls in college before I realized that some men liked to be fucked as well.  I always felt guilty with the girls; like I was using them as a masturbation device.  As much as I tried not to, as I slipped my hard dick into their warm, welcoming pussies, visions of one or another hot naked men filled my mind and helped push me to an orgasm.  It was very nice.  I mean, has anyone ever had a BAD orgasm?.  But it was never the mind bending, body shock, dick exploding orgasm that I got later from men.

Mona poured me a glass of wine and grinned to see a noticeable tremble in my hands.  I looked around but didn't see any sign of Gary.  A flare of panic hit me.  What if he had cancelled?  Had he found out I was the second guy?  He knows I'm gay and maybe that freaked him out enough to cancel?

Mona shook her head and told me to sit down and relax.  Gary was in the shower and would be out shortly.  I sat down on the couch and as I leaned forward to set my wine glass on the coffee table, Gary appeared in the doorway and I nearly dropped my glass.  Naked except for a towel draped around his shoulders, my eyes drank in this body I had lusted over for so long.  This body which had led me to blast out shots of cum too many times to count as I phantasized.  And now, soon, if everything worked out, I was going to realize those phantasies even if I had to share them with a female.

To be continued later so Jon can have time to absorb this vision standing in front of him.