Brian and I spent the final day at sea moving back and forth between fucking in our suite and sunbathing by the pool. All told, he fucked me 4 times that day, and once more the last morning as the ship prepared to dock in port and all the passengers disembarked. It was as we lay in bed afterwards on that last morning that I shared with him my answer to his invitation to make a new start with him.
"Brian," I said nervously as we lay there, both looking up at the ceiling.
"Yeah, baby?" his deep voice answered, sending chill bumps all over my body.
"I, uh," I stuttered, suddenly nervous, "I'm not sure I can, you know, keep this, um, going in the real world." I finally got it all out.
He laid there silently, not answering my statement.
"It's just that," I nervously went on, "I've got so much to figure out, and I need to get my shit together before I make any kind of major change or commitment. I'm not saying never, but I've got to go home today."
"Okay," he stated, his voice sounding sad, and a little distant.
Brian moved to get up then, and went to the bathroom to shower. I waited for him to finish, then I took mine, the awkward silence between us growing. When I got out of the shower, he was already almost done packing up his suitcase. I couldn't stand leaving things like this.
"Brian," I said, my voice sounding desperate. "Please say something."
"I'm trying not to be angry," he replied, his voice a bit harsh. "I should have expected this, I mean it's only been a few days since your botched wedding to a woman. But I thought we had something special."
"We do!" I exclaimed. "This has been amazing! I just don't know what my life looks like, and I'm not ready to make a major life-altering decision today! I'm not saying never. I'm saying, not today."
His face softened a bit, but he still looked hurt. "Okay," he finally said. "I can accept that." Brian paused for a moment, then added, "Give me your phone." I handed it to him, as I realized that with all that had happened, we'd never shared contact info. Brian added himself as a contact in my phone, then handed it back to me. "The ball's in your court now," he said. "When you're ready, call me."
We smiled, both a little sad that these days of the cruise were over. Then we packed up, took the luggage where indicated, and went to grab some breakfast. All too quickly, we were docked and leaving the ship. We grabbed our respective luggage and shared the shuttle to the airport. We parted ways after going through TSA, Brian giving me a lingering hug before letting me go. Walking to my gate, I was alone again for the first time in days.
I spent the pre-boarding time, the boarding time, and the flight contemplating all that had happened in a week's time. It was hard to wrap my mind around all of the changes in my life, but one thing became evident very quickly: I missed Brian. I missed being around him. I would see something in the airport, and turn to point it out to him, but he wasn't there.
When I landed, I texted my parents that I was back in town. Seconds later, my phone was ringing.
"Hi, Mom," I said, answering her call. "I'm still at the airport, headed to baggage claim. Can I call you back in a bit."
"Yes, sweetie," she said. "But first, tell me you are okay."
"I'm doing good, Mom," I replied honestly. "It was great to get away and deal with my thoughts and emotions away from everyone's pity."
"Really?" she asked, unconvinced.
"Yes, Mom," I answered. "Really. I honestly had a great trip, and I'm doing well."
"Alright...," she said suspiciously. "Come for dinner tonight. Tell us all about it."
"I'll call back when I'm in the car," I answered, ignoring her invite. I went through baggage claim and then boarded the shuttle to my car lot. Finally back in my car, I breathed in the familiar smell and sat there, looking out the windshield. When I left this lot, I was headed back to my life. Back to work, back to my friends, back to my family. I had to deal with Mandy's rejection first, get my life back on track, and then I could think about Brian.
That night, I did end up going to my parents' house for dinner. They wanted to know how I was doing, and their looks of pity were a little too much to take.
"Mom, Dad," I finally said, when I couldn't take it anymore. "I know you think I should be devastated, and I'm not acting like you expected me to. But please, know I had a great time on the cruise, met a fun dude who became a good friend, (a bit of an lie, but I wasn’t ready to share with my parents what had actually transpired!) and we hung out, and I'm not faking it. I'm doing good. But the pity is making me crazy, so can we please just go back to normal, and you treat me just like normal?"
They agreed, and after that, things got better. I caught Mom looking at me strangely a few times, trying not to be sad for me. I think it was the fact that she was hoping for grandkids, and now that Mandy and I were over, that wasn't going to happen anytime soon! Plus, I really think she expected me to be sad and depressed. I was definitely not either of those things, mostly thanks to the thick cock that had invaded my hole so often over the previous week!
Brad had also reached out that day, and was surprised to find me doing so well, considering the last time that he'd seen me I was pissed as fuck! I agreed to meet him at the bar after leaving Mom and Dad's.
"You really doing okay?" he asked when I arrived, his voice tinged with the pity that I already despised hearing. I gave him the same "don't pity me" speech I'd given my parents. After that, we had a good time just shooting the shit and talking, and our friendship more or less returned to normal.
But alone in my apartment that night, lying in bed, I could think of nothing but Brian. I didn't care about Mandy, I hoped she found happiness with Pete. I didn't want to see either of them ever again, but I wasn't seething anymore. Instead, what I found myself missing was the closeness of sharing a bed with Brian. I missed his muscular arms around me. I missed feeling him in my hole, filling me up. I missed staring into his eyes as he fucked me and bred me. I missed him.
I was shocked to find out that I wasn't that bothered by the idea of being with him, in a relationship. In a week's time, I had transitioned from a heterosexual man into a gay bottom, or at the very least, a bisexual bottom. I could still appreciate the beauty of a woman's body, but I ached for Brian. But I was still unsure of how this would appear to my family and friends, and if this was just some rebound that I would get over. So I decided to find out.
The next night, I went out to a local bar that was known as a great hook-up spot. The clientele there was looking for a partner to spend the night with. I went, and quickly saw a girl that I thought was hot. I went up to her, gave her a fake name, bought her a drink, we chatted a bit, danced a bit, and she agreed to come back to my place. And that was the evening that reality finally set in.
As beautiful as she was, she wasn't Brian. I had to picture him, and remember him fucking me, to get hard for her! I couldn't believe it! And when we were done, all I wanted was for her to go so I could sleep, wishing he was there instead. Thankfully, she dressed pretty quickly after sex and ordered an Uber home.
I knew what I wanted: Brian. I wanted him in my life, I wanted to give myself to him, like he wanted. I wanted to be with him, but I still needed to put some things back together first.
On Monday, I went to work, and asked for a meeting with my boss. I played up the "hate being pitied" angle, asking if there were other offices that I could be transferred to, instead of just staying here, knowing that our company had an office in Brian's city. As luck would have it, they had an opening at that office! He understood, told me he hated for such a great employee to leave his office, but he was glad I was still with the company, and began the paperwork to initiate the transfer of my employment. I walked back to my office, closed the door, and pulled up Brian's contact info in my phone. I hit the call button, and put the phone up to my ear, hearing it ring.
"Hello?" Brian's deep voice answered on the other end after three rings.
"Brian?" I said. "It's me.
"Hey, Babe!" he said deeply into the phone. I shivered at hearing his term of endearment. "I was hoping you would call."
"You free tonight?" I asked. "I'd like to come and have dinner and a conversation with you."
"I'm free," he replied. "You want to come here?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Okay," he answered. "I'll text you the address. Be here at 7, and I'll cook dinner."
We hung up, and I sat back in my chair, looking up at the ceiling, as I contemplated the major transition I was embarking upon. Mandy had already turned my world upside down, but with what I planned to say to Brian, I was completely changing my life permanently.
Several hours later, I raised my hand to knock on the door of Brian's house. He lived in a nice neighborhood, and his yard was immaculately maintained. The curb appeal of his place was stunning. Seeing his place, it was clear that Brian was a man that had his shit together, and that made him even more attractive. It also made me nervous. Why would a guy like him be interested in a relationship with a guy like me, whose life was a giant mess of change and upheaval?
I had barely tapped the door the first time when it opened, and then he was standing there. He had clearly decided to get comfortable once he got home, because he was only wearing a pair of cotton lounge shorts. His hairy, muscular chest was on display, and I couldn't help but scan his body in lust. Standing before me was the man who'd taken me, and opened my eyes to a world I could have never imagined! And, he just happened to be one of the sexiest men alive!
"Hey, sexy!" Brian said as I gaped at his body. "Come in!" I followed him into the house, and he shut the door behind me. Then, with the door shut, he grabbed my hand, pulled me back, and pushed me against the door, covering my body with his own as his mouth found mine and devoured me in a passionate kiss. He had me hard and leaking in seconds, and I could feel his thick cock pressing against me as blood filled his rod. We both were horny as fuck for each other. Finally pulling back, he looked down into my eyes. "Fuck, I've missed you," he said.
"I've missed you, too," I replied shyly, my face blushing.
"You're cute when you're nervous," he said. "Now," he continued after pausing to look down at me for a moment, "I was planning on dinner first, but I can't resist you. SO," he said, stretching the word out in an exaggerated manner, "I better get you back to my bed and fuck the shit out of you!" Without giving me a chance to reply, he leaned down, grabbed me around the waist, and lifted my smaller body up and over his shoulder! Then he was walking me back to the bed!
Walking into his bedroom, Brian tossed me down on the king-sized bed. I kicked my shoes off as I bounced down on the mattress, and then he was grabbing my shorts and pulling them and my underwear off in one swift motion! Brian grabbed my arms and pulled me to sit up, grabbing my shirt and lifting it over my head. Then he dropped his own shorts, wearing nothing underneath, so that we were both naked, and then pushed me down on my back and climbed over me. Once he was settled on top of me, he moved to take my mouth in another of his passionate kisses. He moved his legs between mine, separating them as I felt the now familiar sensation of his cock nudging against my hole. My legs just naturally lifted and wrapped around his waist as he kissed me roughly.
But instead of sliding into me, he lifted off me after a few minutes and moved up my body, straddling my torso until his thick cock was resting on my lips. "Suck it," he commanded as he looked down at me with a smirk. "Show me how much you've missed this cock!" I opened my mouth as he pressed forward, the head of his cock passing between my lips and onto my tongue. Brian let me take it slow, getting used to it being in my mouth again, but finally he shifted so that he was able to press more of his cock in. He hit the back of my throat, and then I swallowed as his cock entered my throat and his balls were pressed against my chin. He proceeded to fuck my throat for about 5 minutes as he steadily pressed in and out. The only sounds in the room were his groans and the slurping sounds from my throat.
After a few minutes, I felt the bed move as Brian leaned over to the bedside table before he pulled back and slid back down my body. He moved back between my legs, sitting up on his knees, his big wet cock laying over mine as he popped the cap on the lube, and then used his fingers to press the lube into my hole, loosening me up. Finally, looking me in the eyes, he reached down on the bed and grabbed something, lifting it up. In his hand was a condom packet.
"When I first fucked you," he said, "I used a condom, because I believe in safe sex with strangers and fuck buddies. But when you were my boyfriend on ship, I fucked you raw. Now you get to choose," he continued. "If you're here just for a fuck, I cover up. But if you want to be mine..." Brian let the rest of the sentence remain unsaid as he sat there, looking down at me, waiting for my response.
He was asking if I was here just for sex, or if I was giving myself to him, to be his. Looking up his perfect body, over flat stomach with the 6 pack abs, the powerful hairy pecs, the massive arms that were bunched with muscle as his arms were bent as he held the condom packet over me, onto his face, scruffy with a couple of day's stubble, I felt at complete peace with the decision I was making. I'd never seen a more sexy man, and this man wanted me to belong to him, to be his, to submit to him.
"No condom," I whispered, my voice raspy from the previous throat fucking.
"What's that?" he asked, waiting for me to say more.
"I want you raw," I said louder. "I'm yours. I want you to be my man." I grabbed the condom packet from his hand and tossed it across the room.
A brilliant smile lit up Brian's face as the condom went flying. He grabbed my legs and placed them on his shoulders, then he leaned down over me, bending me in half. With his face mere inches above mine, he smiled down at me as he brought his cock head into contact to the entrance of my ass. He held still, with a slight pressure on my hole. I could already feel myself beginning to open up.
"You're mine," he said, his voice deep with lust as he then thrust forward, about four inches of his cock spearing into my hole. "This ass belongs to me," he continued, pressing forward again as more of his steel hard rod pushed into me. The familiar feeling of fullness returned, and I realized as he took me once again that there was nowhere I'd rather be.
The next twenty minutes were delicious as Brian slow fucked me just like that. He forced me to maintain eye contact with him the entire time as he slowly but steadily fucked into and out of my ass. Occasionally, he would lean further down to kiss me, but otherwise we stayed locked like that, me a willing and submissive vessel for his manly cock. I've never felt closer to another human being than in that moment. It was even better than any of the sex that we had on the ship! I came twice from the combination of his sliding over my prostate and the rubbing of his abs on my cock. Both of our chests were painted with my loads as he fucked me through them.
When he came, he groaned and held his cock deep in my hole. I could feel it pulsing and was filled with a wet warmth as he bred my ass. I had given myself to him, and he had taken what I'd offered.
We lay there in post-coital bliss for a few moments, before he moved to get up, then grabbed my hand and pulled me up with him. "Come to the kitchen with me while I finish dinner," he said. "Tell me what changed your mind." We walked to the kitchen, still naked, my hole feeling the air blowing over it as it was still open from his cock. I could even feel a little of his load running down my leg. Instead of feeling shy about it, the feeling made me proud that Brian wanted me, and that I could get him going so easily!
As he cooked, I helped a little, but mostly watched him work. I told him about how I'd missed him, how I'd tried to fuck a girl but needed to remember sex with him and fantasize about him to get hard for her. I told him about the job and the fact that I was ready for a new start, and wanted to move here and explore a relationship with him, all the things he'd asked for as we left the ship.
After I was done, he finished putting the chicken to bake in the oven, then walked over to me, grabbed me in a hug, and said, 'You've just made me so happy, baby!" His hand moved down to grab my chin, lifting my face to his as his lips met mine in another kiss. I could feel his cock once again getting hard against my stomach as we kissed. Pulling back, he grinned down at me. "You know, it'll take 30 minutes for the food to bake..." he said, his voice trailing off as he lifted his eyebrow in a conspiratorial question. I grinned back.
Then he spun me around, bent me over the counter, and pressed his hard cock back into my wet hole! This fuck was different. He had been tender and passionate in the bed. Here, he gripped my hips and slammed his groin against my ass as he impaled me over and over with his cock. I felt the full power of his body as he fucked me aggressively, pummeling my hole. I laid my head on my arm on the counter, looking down at my own cock swinging wildly about from the force of his fuck, precum splattering on the cabinet as it was slung about from the swing of my cock. As much as I loved the intimacy before, this show of force and power was amazing, especially being on the receiving end!
"OOOH!" I shouted, giving into the thrill of being so powerfully taken. "YEAH! FUCK ME! OOOHHHH! YESSSS!" My cries morphed into groans, moans, and whines of pleasure as he slammed into me, varying the angle of his thrusts to hit new places in my hole, further opening me up to his fuck. There was no question at this point: I would always want to feel this pleasure, and I was absolutely satisfied sexually being his bottom. In fact, I couldn't imagine playing any other role than bottom to a big, muscled up stud who knew how to take what he wanted.
We spent the rest of the evening eating, talking, and yes, fucking. He was insatiable, and I was his willing bottom. I was amazed that in less than two weeks, I had been transformed from broken-hearted, jilted straight guy, into a happy and submissive gay bottom for a muscle top! I spent the night with Brian, having been given a few days off by my boss. The next morning, we began making plans to move my stuff down. We both wanted me to move in with him, but agreed that it was safer to take it slow, so we found an apartment I could rent by the month. The next weekend, I moved to Brian’s town and started my new job the next week.
I quickly settled into my new life. After two months, I gave up my apartment and moved in with Brian permanently. I never actually spent the night at my place, as I slept at his every night. We decided it was stupid to keep two places if we weren’t using them both.
A year later, I had come out to my family and friends, finding them to be loving and understanding, if a bit surprised at this change. As a one-year anniversary present, Brian booked the two of us on another cruise, so we could relive our first week together. As we boarded the ship, I considered how different I felt one year later. As it turned out, Mandy leaving me at the altar was the absolute best thing that could have ever happened to me!
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