Did That Just Happen?

I had been out with friends to see a comedy show in downtown Phoenix.  My wife was not feeling well and declined to go with me.  At the end of the evening, I found myself driving home alone along 7th Street.  I admitted to myself that my destination was the gay bar I knew was just a mile ahead on the right.  The place was appropriately called Apollo’s.

I didn’t bother to take off my wedding band as I entered the car.  My guess was that the patrons inside might even like that I was married to a woman but still lusted for cock.  I had run through this fantasy a hundred times in my mind, but this was the first time I had the opportunity to act on it.

I found that I was a little older than the average crowd inside, but my good looks and trim body still managed to turn a few heads as I walked to the bar to get a beer.  I sat down and asked the bartender to pour a large draft for me.  The bar stool swiveled and allowed me to check out everyone in the place.  I sipped my beer and wondered if I shouldn’t leave before having to move forward into the untested waters of my sexual preferences.  If I had ordered a small beer that night, I could have missed out on a truly extraordinary evening.

A moment later, a Hispanic guy walked up to the bar and ordered a beer.  He was about 10 years younger than me with an interlocking-circles-with-two-arrows gay tattoo on his well-defined bicep.  He turned to me and said, “Are you sure you’re in the right place? You’ve got a wedding ring on and you’re dressed all wrong.  You probably have pictures of kids in your wallet too.”

I smiled at him before saying, “Your description fits but I’m pretty sure this is the right place. When I make love to my wife, I fantasize that I’m fucking a guy.  I’ve just never acted on it before.  I don’t really know that I will, but I wanted to see what it was like to go to a bar where everyone preferred cock as much as I do.”

He smiled and said, “Wow! I wasn’t expecting such an honest answer.  I figured you’d want me to surprise you with the news that you had unknowingly walked into a gay bar.  That way you could pretend it was an honest mistake.  Then we’d talk for a while and things would happen from there.”

“Sounds good to me!” I answered with a grin.  “I’ll go first.  I like men who are well-hung, uncut with low-hanging balls.  Shaved is better but not a deal-killer.  I prefer a thin body over heavy.  I’m probably more of a top than a bottom.”

He looked a bit shocked and said, “This can’t be your first time.  You know a lot about what you like.  I was fucking guys for years before I could describe my type that quickly.”

“That’s the beauty of all the gay porn available on the internet,” I laughed.  Here I’ve never really been with a guy and I already know exactly what turns me on.  You can call me John, by the way.”

He smiled and held his hand out to shake in response, “OK, John.  You can call me Hector.”

As we shook hands our eyes held each other’s gaze for an extended moment.  I wondered how guilty I would feel later with my wife if I gave into my gay cravings.  It was embarrassing to realize I was already thinking about this man throat-fucking me with his balls bouncing off of my chin.  I could tell he was getting hard fantasizing about what he wanted to do to me at the same moment.  I realized we were both mentally sharing a lustful fantasy where I was sitting on a bed with him standing in front of me…his raging, uncut boner already dripping with precum.  I watch him move toward me and I open my mouth to taste his manhood.  As his cock enters my mouth, he keeps moving forward until I’m pinned to the bed on my back.  All I can see is his neatly trimmed pubic hair before my eyes.  Suddenly, I feel the thrusting of his manhood through my lips into the back of my throat.  He has my hands in his stretched over my head as he continues to glide his cock along the length of my tongue.  His hips shake convulsively and his heavy breathing gives way to a lustful primal groan. I know I’m about to get a mouthful of cum when the entire scene crashes into blackness.

“Oh fuck!” he said as he pulled back his hand.  “Did that just happen?” he asked, shaking his head to clear his mind.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself sitting at the bar wondering the same thing.  I also saw that people around us were staring.  The bartender smiled and said, “That was quite an introduction, but you two should really get a room!”

Hector sat down on the bar stool next to me still breathing heavy from our strange shared experience. He said, “I’ve never felt anything like that.  What the hell did you do?”

“I am as confused as you are,” I answered, trying to catch my own breath.  I was feeling cheated that the whole scene stopped just before I got my first taste of a man’s cum in my mouth.

Suddenly, the music changed from the ongoing upbeat disco to a ballad.  Hector looked at me and asked, “Do you want to dance?  I can’t wait to see what happens next,” he said with a sly wink.  I just nodded and walked toward the dance floor on the other side of the bar.

We quickly embraced wrapping our arms around each other with our hands resting on each other’s lower back. Our heads rested naturally on each other’s shoulders as we started to sway in time to the romantic tune filling the room.  Nothing unusual happened at first, but then we both closed our eyes and the shared fantasy started up as before.

The dance floor was gone and so were our clothes.  We found ourselves back in bed in a 69 position with our cocks so hard they were about to burst.  We were both frantically thrusting our hips hard enough to feel each other’s balls filling our eye sockets.  I could feel Hector getting ready to cum and my own orgasm began to unleash with an explosive force.  Suddenly, my mouth filled with the sweet and salty taste of his essence.  The sensation overwhelmed me as I let myself go in every sense, filling Hector with all I had to give.  I had to swallow repeatedly to capture all his seed.  It felt so sexy to swallow his sperm and know his life-giving essence was now a part of my being.

Hector and I opened our eyes and the bedroom scene went blank again.  We were still upright on the dancefloor, but our embrace had progressed to something not appropriate for public viewing.  Every eye in the place was on us as we tried to make sense of what had just happened.

“That was incredible! Did you just cum?” Hector asked. I grabbed his butt and pulled him closer feeling the remnants of my cock’s frayed orgasmic nerves still tingling.  I also felt the mess my cumming had left in my underwear.

“I sure did!” I said with a contented sigh, more amazed than embarrassed.  I could feel his cock was still hard as he pressed himself against me.  The slow song ended and the energetic dance music resumed.

Hector guided me back to the bar where we had left our beers.  The glasses were half empty, but my best sexual fantasies were fulfilled.  I couldn’t guess what would happen next as we sat down to finish our drinks.

A bouncer for the bar walked over to us and said, “I hate to do this, but you two can’t stay here. Personally, that was about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, but even with your clothes on, your public display of affection was enough to get this place closed down.  I’m guessing you’ll want to get out of here now anyway so you can really get to it.”

Both Hector and I were in shock.  We could only imagine what the people inside the bar witnessed while we existed in a whole other world.  The bouncer didn’t have to ask twice.  We both got up to leave.  I wasn’t sure what the future held in store for us, but I was shaking inside with anticipation.