5 comments/ 23959 views/ 14 favorites Restaurant Encounter Ch. 02 By: equal606 The rest of that evening was a blur. Somehow we cleaned up, dressed and - separately - left the bathroom. I returned to my table, managed to pay the bill before gathering up my stuff and leaving. I left without seeing him again and walked back to my hotel in a frantic daze. The room was spinning as I threw myself back on the bed. What had I done? My first thoughts were guilt at being unfaithful, at being a cheat - but more and more I was focusing on who I had cheated with. I'd sucked cock and, in all honesty, loved every second of it. Was this a one off? Was I bi? Gay? Was my whole attraction to women all my life just denial? Somehow I got to sleep, and made it through the next day's work before taking the train back home and away from the city. The next few days were difficult as I tried to be as normal as possible. Sex with my girlfriend was as great as it had ever been, but afterwards all I could think of was how I had been unfaithful to her - and with another man! I didn't recognise myself in these actions. I tried to put it out of my mind and get on with my life as normal. When I kissed her goodbye and returned to the city for another week, I vowed to myself that this would not happen again, that this was some sort of aberration, that I was lonely at the time and easily seduced. I told myself that I wouldn't go to that restaurant for fear of encountering him again. However, as the days went by, I found myself becoming more and more frustrated, and more excited at the prospect of repeating my encounter. Without even really thinking about it, on the fourth night I found myself standing outside the glass door to the restaurant. I told myself I was just going for a meal, nothing more, before finally summoning the courage to enter. To my horror, he was there, by the front door again, smiling broadly at me as I came in. "I thought you were never going to open that door!" he said. I flushed, realising I must have been stood in the street for several minutes. All attempts at convincing myself my past encounter was a singular event were for nothing - I was transparent to him, and he knew exactly why I had come back, and I could no longer deny it to myself. He showed me to my table and I ordered and ate as usual. He came by a couple of times and engaged me in conversation. Each time I was flustered and uncomfortable - both desperate for his attention and desperate for him to leave me alone. He seemed to understand this and delighted at throwing me off balance. As I drank my coffee at the end of my meal he returned to my table. "I thought you might not come back after last time. I'm glad you did." he said. This was the first mention he'd made of what had passed between us. I forced myself to meet his gaze. "I'm staying not far from here" I said, the words passing my lips before I realised I was speaking them. "I finish in half an hour. Wait for me." he replied, before walking away. I watched the seconds tick by agonizingly slowly, nursing a series of drinks, before finally I found myself out in the street as we walked side by side to my hotel. We didn't talk really, just glanced at each other. I was shaking and my heart was pounding in my ears all the way back. We entered the lobby and made our way to the lift to take us to the fourth floor. As the elevator doors closed behind us he suddenly grabbed me, pushed me against the wall of the lift with his body and kissed me full on the mouth. I tried to say something in surprise, before closing my eyes and kissing him back. Our hands roamed over each other's bodies, and he pushed his thigh in between my legs, grinding himself against me. We must have been there only a few seconds, but suddenly the elevator reached my floor and I was leading him by the hand to the door to my room. As soon as it closed behind us we were on each other again, kissing and groping and tugging at our clothes. He dumped his shoulder bag on the floor, undid my jeans and tugged them downwards before freeing my cock from my underwear and kneeling to take it in his mouth. I cried out with pleasure and excitement - I was here again, being sucked by this man and it was as amazing as it had been the first time. My knees went weak and I fell back against the wall behind me as he bobbed his head back and forth on my rock-hard pole, working his right hand up and down the length and running his tongue over the head. I couldn't believe how good this felt, and for several minutes I was in a daze with the intense feeling of his lips on my cock. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and stepped out of my underwear as he pulled away, undoing his own trousers. I knelt down in front of him, eager to suck him again, to feel his hardness in my mouth. I took his cock in my hand and opened my lips to it, taking as much as I could into my mouth before slowly releasing it, and repeating. I ran my tongue against the underside as I swallowed his dick, caressing the shaft of it with both hands. I worshipped his cock for what can't have been that long but that felt like hours, savouring the groans of delight I was eliciting from him. However, part of me knew that this was different from last time. I wasn't trying to make him cum as I had the first time I had sucked him. This time I had the sense that I was preparing him - making him hard and aroused so that he could use that cock on me in ways that I wouldn't let myself think of yet. I looked into his eyes as I moved my mouth on his cock, and managed to smile at him even with my mouth full. He gently put his hands either side of my face and pulled me up to my feet. He took my hand and guided me to the bed, pushing me onto my back. Then he lay on top of me, kissing me, and as he did so he worked his thighs up under mine, lifting me up so that my legs were pressed up and around his waist. His fingers lightly stroked my cock then moved down, cupping my balls, before tracing their way to my asshole. I flinched as I started to feel this completely unfamiliar sensation of a fingertip pressing against my hole, then my eyes opened wide and I gripped him tightly by the shoulders as his finger penetrated me. My mind was filled with confusion and desire. I couldn't believe I was naked with another man, letting him touch my ass - which nobody else had ever done like this - letting him violate me. I didn't understand the way I was behaving, willingly giving myself over to him like this. As he stroked me with his fingers, pushing one, then two inside me, the desire for him overwhelmed everything else and I moaned deeply. He kept kissing my mouth as I lay there, unable to kiss back, caught in the incredible new feelings I was experiencing. Then his tongue found mine and I responded, hungrily, desperately kissing him, gripping his back with my hands, pulling him onto me even harder, grunting and moaning through my nose as he caressed my ass with his fingers. He pushed against me even more with his hips, lifting my ass up slightly and pressing his hard cock against mine. I could feel my erection twitching against him as it responded to the pressure. I pushed back into him - I wanted him to feel my hardness, to feel how turned on I was, how turned on he had made me. Eventually he withdrew and left me on the bed, walking over to where he had dumped his bag on the floor and removing some condoms and lube. I stayed in exactly the position I had been, on my back with my knees spread above my chest, watching him move across the room and waiting for his return. I felt so ashamed and so brazen, naked and flushed and hard and exposed. As he walked back to me I watched him unroll a condom onto his hard dick and apply some lubrication, slowly working his hand up and down his length, both of us knowing what was coming next. He came back to where he had been on top of me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as before, and my arms around his neck. His mouth came down to meet mine, and as our tongues began to dance again I felt the contact I had been waiting for, the tip of his cock just pressing against my waiting hole. The pressure increased and I tried to relax, to make myself let him in, until suddenly I felt him start to enter me. I braced myself for the pain I guessed was coming, and I felt a burning as my hole stretched to accommodate him. He went slowly, all the while kissing my mouth as he gradually pushed further inside me. The burning discomfort turned to sharp pain as he filled me, and I cried out, muffled by his lips on mine as my hands grabbed tightly to his back. He stayed there, motionless, allowing me time to adjust, to pant my way back to normality, before again. pushing further, impossibly further into me. I don't know how long it took, but eventually he pushed himself up on his arms, and I looked down between us to see him buried fully in my ass. My own cock had subsided partly - with the pain and the effort to relax - and lay against my belly, but at the sight of him completely inside me started to swell again. I gazed at his torso taut as he held himself above me, then into his eyes as he started to withdraw from me fully. Again the pain and surprise made me cry out, and I felt he took my breath away as he pulled himself almost all of the way out of my ass, before slowly entering me again. My cock awoke fully by the time he began his third long, lazy thrust into me, and now the pain was becoming something new, a throbbing, a deep ache to be filled. "You like that?" he breathed into my ear. "Oh fuck yessss...." I managed to say, by now completely overwhelmed by waves of intense pleasure as he slowly fucked my ass. I realised that I was panting, and groaning, and making all kinds of noises that I seemed to have no control over. I'd made noise during sex with my girlfriend before, of course - but then it was more for show, and part of the fun of being with someone and egging each other on to an orgasm. Now I found these noises being forced out of me. It was a completely new sensation and I was powerless to stop myself - nor did I want to. I wanted him to see how excited I was, see what he did to my body, how completely his I was. I looked down to see my own cock bobbing between us, hard and red, with a small drop of precum glistening at the tip. It twitched every time he thrust his cock inside me - the sensations in my ass were travelling in waves up my body, and I was desperate to grab hold of my throbbing dick. It was like an itch I was aching to scratch - but I was enjoying the fucking more than I'd enjoyed anything in my life and I was desperate to go on for as long as possible, fearful that the slightest touch would tip me over the edge. He followed my gaze and smiled at the sight of my hard cock between us and seemed to sense my dilemma. He reached down with his left hand, holding himself above me with his right, and encircled my cock with his fingers. I shuddered as he made contact, then gasped as he squeezed the swollen head, forcing those few drops of clear precum onto his finger. I threw my head back and thought I couldn't contain myself any more, but he released me and I felt my body draw back from the brink. I opened my eyes again and met his gaze as he looked down on me. We held there, staring intently into each others eyes, almost willing the desire to become a tangible thing in the space between us, before he brought his hand up and guided his finger to my lips. I opened my mouth willingly and tasted myself for the first time, eagerly sucking what small trace there was on his finger, fellating it as if it were his glorious cock in my mouth. I felt like I could have cum right then, sucking his finger as he fucked me with his eyes. It was only when he slowly started fucking me again that I realised he had stopped at all, and the renewed sensations in my ass made me cry out. I arched my back to press my body into him as much as I could, and reached down with both hands to grab his ass and pull him into me. He was still not fucking me fast - rather it was a steady pace with him circling his hips as he drove into me. I buried my face into his neck, muffling my moans as I kissed and licked him. I didn't want it to end, but I knew I was close. My orgasm was building and spreading throughout my body. "Don't fight it" he murmured into my ear. "Just let it happen." As he said those words I knew there was nothing I wanted more at that moment than to cum for him. My toes curled and I cried out again and again for him to fuck me as his steady thrusts pushed me over the edge, and I finally came, harder than I had ever done so before. Without even touching my cock I felt a hot spray of cum explode onto my chest. "Oh my god!" I cried as another thrust brought another stream of cum from me, this one reaching up to my neck and lightly spattering my open mouth. Now I grabbed my cock and stroked myself, trying to get as much out of the moment as I could. Even as the spurts died down I felt like my orgasm would never end, each thrust from him forcing another wave of pleasure throughout my body. I lay there red-faced and panting, covered in hot cum, with the taste of it in my mouth, feeling the sensations die down gradually. Just as I was slowly regaining my sense of what was happening, he withdrew his cock from my ass, causing me to gasp with surprise and loss of sensation. Stripping the condom off, he moved forward, still pinning me to the bed beneath him, but this time with his glistening cock halfway up my chest. I watched as he quickly stroked himself, and I ran my hands down his abs to the base of his dick, before cupping his balls. I could feel the pulsing there and I knew he was about to shower me in his own cum. I wanted it - I wanted it so badly and I told him so. He was moaning above me and I watched almost in slow motion as a thick stream of cum shot from his cock and across my chest. I could feel his body shaking as he shot again, and again, and my own body tensed in sympathy with his orgasm, with me arching my back and lifting my chest to meet every spray he gave me. As it died down a little I bent my neck as far as I could, still gripping the base of his dick, guided him closer to my face, and took his head into my mouth. The last few pulses of his orgasm brought some of his cum onto my tongue and he groaned with pleasure as I sucked and cleaned the head of his cock. Gradually he subsided, and drew away to lay down on the bed next to me. I rolled to meet him and we kissed there. There was no self-consciousness. There was no shame. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but at that moment I felt like I had just had the most incredible night of my life, and I wanted to do it all over again. Restaurant Encounter Ch. 03 I awoke before my alarm the next morning, the hotel room still dark from the standard-issue heavy curtains. Before I was even really fully awake, I was getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom, on autopilot. It was only when I switched the light on and took myself in in the mirror that reality came crashing in: I was still covered in the dried evidence of the night before. Suddenly all I could think about was what I'd done, how I'd allowed myself to be fucked, how incredible it had been, how I'd felt no shame at all - shame that I was filled with now. What did this mean for me, did I now prefer being with men, or just this man? How could I keep this secret from my girlfriend, would she be able to see it on my face as I could now, in the mirror? Even as I was thinking about it, about the guilt, the betrayal, the distant soreness in my ass, my cock started to rise. Almost involuntarily my hand strayed downwards, and I started stroking myself to a full erection, before realising what I was doing and quickly turning on the shower over the bath. The frustrating balancing act between hot and cold water with the cumbersome shower dial was a welcome distraction, and within a few minutes I had the shower curtain enclosing me as I stood under the too-hot water, willing it to wash away my confusion. Afterwards I towelled myself dry, delaying the moment when I would have to step out of the bathroom and face this man. I kept hoping I would hear him leave without having to face him, but eventually I just had to wrap the towel around me and step out to face him in the light of day. He was naked, and lying on his side on top of the bed, facing in my direction and clearly waiting for me to make an appearance. "You took your time", he said with a smile. I half smiled back and made my way over to where my clothes were, keeping the towel tight around my waist. "No use getting all shy now", he said, and gripped his now half-swollen dick. "You weren't trying to cover yourself up last night when you had this in you. In fact, you looked like you were having the time of your life." His words stung me, but he was right - I had loved it, and that had rocked me to my core. Watching him stroke himself to hardness as he gazed at me I could feel my own cock swelling and pressing against the weight of the towel around me. I had hoped to just throw on my clothes and end this now, but I felt a new shame - a shame that I was denying what I had felt the previous night. I paused where I was, watching as he openly wanked himself in front of me. My own dick was now fully erect, but pinned down by the weight of the damp towel and desperate to be released. "I can help you out with that" he said, eying my obvious bulge, and he eased himself off the bed and knelt in front of me. He gave a small tug at the top of my towel, and it fell to the floor around me, allowing my rock hard prick to spring free. I felt the sudden relief of my cock being unconstrained, and then gasped as his mouth closed over the head. His hand gripped the shaft and he started working it back and forth as he sucked the end. His other hand worked up between my legs and cupped my ass, pulling me into him as he sucked and sucked. All my confusion and shame melted away - this was what I wanted, in this moment, only this. The hand cupping my ass cheeks became a finger, working its way towards my hole. I spread my legs further, and inhaled sharply as he penetrated me. My knees were trembling as he finger-fucked me, and sucked me at the same time. This was filthy, and exciting, and wrong, and everything that I needed. With a wet smacking noise he pulled away from my cock. "Not so shy now are you?", he said. "No", I replied. "I want this. You. I want you. Like last night. I... I can't control myself" He just smiled, and heaved himself back onto the edge of the bed. Seeing his twitching, bobbing erection, I was overcome with lust and immediately fell to my knees to take him in my mouth. His whole body tensed with the sudden ferocity of my attention. I sucked him madly, hungrily, greedily, working his shaft with my hand as he had mine. I could hear him moaning as I ran my tongue along his length, tasting his skin, his sweat, and the small leakage of pre-cum from the tip of his firm dick. His fingers were in my hair, and within minutes he was pushing me away and elbowing his way backwards up the bed, reaching for a condom from the pack he'd left on the bedside table. I followed him up the bed and straddled him, letting his hard shaft rest between my buttocks as I looked down at him. As he tore the foil and reached down to put the condom on, I tried to work out why I was attracted to this man, when I'd never experienced anything like this before. He was average looking, with cropped hair, dark as my own (which I wear slightly longer), and my girlfriend has always told me I have a very attractive face. At 6'4, I was a good 6 or more inches taller, and with a more muscular physique. My cock was at least an inch longer, and thicker. Everything about him, I felt, was objectively less attractive than me. I couldn't see why he kept making me lose myself in him, why I was so desperate for his attentions - surely he should be more into me? Then his eyes met mine and he smiled at me, and I realised that these shallow physicalities were nothing compared to the pure chemistry I felt with him. It wasn't his looks, or his body, or his cock I was helpless against - it was him, and the force of his charisma. Was I gay? Was I straight? Did that matter? All I wanted was him, whatever that meant, and I reached back to guide his cock into me as he traced his fingers up the curve of my back. Slowly I rocked myself back and forth, easing his dick into my tender hole. It was still a shock to find myself with a cock fully buried in my ass, but I was definitely getting used to the sensation. I gripped the headboard as I rode him, his hands on my hips encouraging me onto him. Part of me was still screaming out at the back of my head that this was wrong, that I wasn't gay, that I had a girlfriend, that I shouldn't want thick, hard dick inside me. He responded to my rocking with thrusts of his own, and he lifted his head to trace his tongue around my nipples. After a few minutes of slowly riding him like this, he eased himself out of me and rolled me over onto my back. I thought we were going to fuck like we had the previous night, but then he grabbed my legs, flipping me into my front. Then he pushed my knees up under me, so my ass was in the air, and straddled me from behind, pointing his cock at my waiting hole. "Oh fu.. oh fuck!" I cried as he entered me again, gripping the bedsheets tightly. My face was buried in the bed, my back arched upwards as I pointed my ass towards him, letting him ride me. His hands gripped my shoulders as he thrust his full length in and out of my aching hole. He was slightly faster and more forceful than he had been the previous night, but I could tell he was still taking it somewhat slow for my benefit. My own cock was rock hard with the excitement of it. As he thrust again and again, gradually increasing his pace, I could feel my balls tightening in anticipation. I bucked my ass back towards him in time with his movements, forcing myself against him as he penetrated me deeply, fucking him back. My dick was aching for attention, and I couldn't hold off another second without grabbing it and stroking it furiously, finally pushing myself over the edge into a strong climax. My cries were muted by the pillow my face was buried in as my orgasm rushed over me. He kept filling my ass again and again with his cock, and each time a fresh spray of my cum showered the bed under me. 7, 8, 9 times - he fucked every last drop of cum out of me, leaving me red faced and panting. "You love that don't you", he said, and I groaned my assent, trying to nod with my face still buried in the pillow. "Now I'm going to cum on your face". Part of me was shocked with the crude way he stated it, but mostly I was thrilled - he'd given me no say in the matter, just stated plainly what he was going to do to me, and hearing him say it made me so hot - I was eager for him to do it. As he pulled out, I lifted my head off the bed to kneel in front of him, still with my back to him. He tore off the condom, and within seconds was standing on the bed, pressed up against me from behind, with his swollen cock over my shoulder and pointing at my waiting face. I closed my eyes and parted my lips just in time to feel ropes of hot cum blast across my waiting face. I groaned encouragement as he shuddered his last few drops out - I felt like I'd been absolutely covered, and didn't dare open my eyes. Then he guided the head of his twitching cock between my lips and I eagerly swallowed what had landed there, along with whatever I could clean off the throbbing shaft in my mouth. We both fell back on the bed and he kissed me hungrily, tasting his own cum and grinding his body against me. Eventually, we came up for air and I said I had to get ready for work. "I need a shower again", I said."I'm already late - can we please not end up having sex afterwards?" "If you insist", he laughed. "Mind if I join you?" "Please do" I replied, struck by how much more natural and comfortable things were now, compared to my ashamed and confused behaviour from earlier in the morning. Eventually - and regretfully - we had to part. I took his number and promised I would be in touch the next time I was in the city. Unfortunately, things weren't so simple. --- The next week, my girlfriend came down to the city with me - something that we'd arranged around a month before. She'd taken some time off work and was going to explore, and hang out in the hotel while I worked, and I'd get the chance to spoil her in the evenings. It was a welcome change - the long distance and the time apart were causing a bit of a strain, so some time together making the best of the situation could only improve things. Or at least, this is what I had thought a month previously when we arranged all this. Now all I wanted to do was find a way to meet up with my lover again, and I'd have to wait another full week before I could. Things went on throughout the week with no real progress made in our relationship - I was working during the days, and in the evenings I was distant and resentful - then guilty for the dishonest way I was behaving. Then, on our final night in the city together, the unthinkable happened. While I was at work she'd been out exploring, and in the evening insisted we visit a restaurant she'd found nearby. When we arrived at the place where my lover worked, the blood in my veins turned to ice. I couldn't let it show, but I was mortified - what if he was there, what if something gave me away to my girlfriend? What if *he* was upset that I'd brought her there and didn't want to see me again? We walked in the door and straight away he was there. I was nervous and awkward, but he didn't seem to bat an eyelid, guiding us to a table without even the slightest hint of familiarity towards me. The whole process of reading the menu, ordering drinks, waiting, making small talk - all seemed to go on as if from a great distance. I was in a barely functional daze, monosyllabic, dreading that the slightest wrong move might suddenly reveal to my girlfriend that the man who had shown us to our table had brought me to screaming orgasms with his dick far inside my ass, and that my whole world would come crashing down around me. It was faintly ridiculous - worse was that she seemed to be completely oblivious to my behaviour. As we sat there throughout the meal I tried to ignore him, but several times I caught his eye - by accident, I kept telling myself. Each time he seemed to give nothing away, no hint of emotion at what he must see as a betrayal, or my weakness and shame. Didn't he care at all? This was almost worse than the fear of being caught - the fear of no longer being wanted by this man. After what seemed like an eternity, we finished and ordered coffee. I left my girlfriend at the table concentrating hard on some trivia on her phone and went to the toilet. As I was relieving myself I heard the door open behind me. I glanced up and saw in the mirror it was him. At once the panic rose in me, while my cock began to swell in my hand. He stood very close behind me and leaned his face towards my ear. "So that's your girlfriend?" he asked. I nodded. "Nice. Wonder what she'd make of you if she knew about this", he said, and reached around to grip my twitching cock. I swallowed. "I'm sorry for bringing her here. I wanted to see you, but..." "Quiet", he said. "I don't think we have long." Then he tugged my trousers down to just under my ass and unzipped his own, freeing his erection and pressing it between my ass cheeks. "Oh no, you can't...", I started, but anything further I was going to add was lost as his mouth closed over mine and our tongues met again. We kissed deeply as he stroked my cock, then he turned me to the left and pushed me against the side of a cubicle. I looked back over my shoulder to see him unrolling a condom onto his throbbing prick, then he stepped forward and probed my ass with a finger. I was at once relieved and elated that he was still so keen to fuck me, but also taken aback by the speed things were progressing. "Can we... unh... can we go in a cubicle? Its... unh... a bit, um, exposed". My only answer was the finger probing my ass was replaced with his hard dick, which he started to squeeze in, inch by inch. I tried to stifle my cries once he was all the way inside me - and then he was fucking me, and nothing else mattered. My face was mashed against the outside wall of the cubicle as he pounded into me - harder, and faster than he'd ever done before. My breath was fogging against the white laminated surface as I moaned, while he held me by the shoulders and fucked my ass furiously. There was none of his slow sensual thrusting this time, it was pure animalistic urgency, and it hurt - but I loved it. Oh god, I loved it. Someone could have walked in on us at any moment, to see me standing there, with my trousers tugged down past my ass, gladly taking his full length into me again, and again, and again... "Your tight little ass feels so good - you love getting it stuffed, don't you?" he said in my ear. I could barely speak, but my grunting was assent enough, and he reached around and grabbed my stiff dick, pumping it hard as he fucked my ass. We were both trying to finish quickly, but still I was almost disappointed at how soon I was reaching the end. I could feel the pressure building in my cock as the waves of sensation spread out from my throbbing asshole. Then, the ferocity as I finally came took me by surprise. "Oh, oh fuck yes!" I cried as my legs trembled and shook, and I arched my back, driving my ass further into him as he thrust up into me. His mouth was open against my neck as he licked around the base of my jaw, and as he gripped my cock I sprayed my hot cum all over the side of the cubicle in front of me. My ass tightened as I orgasmed, and I felt him spasming in response. His furious thrusting was replaced with a desperate, twitching plunge into me, and I could feel he was emptying himself just as I was. There was no time to savour the moment and, after only the briefest few seconds of breathless recovery we quickly separated, rearranged our clothes and cleaned ourselves up. Once we were both ready to face the world again, our eyes met, and we both suddenly burst out laughing. It was a mixture of relief, astonishment at the absurdity of what we had just done, and pure enjoyment. With all tension gone, suddenly he was on me, kissing me tenderly, and I was responding. "Are you back next week then?" he asked. "Yes. And I'm alone this time." "Good. Call me." he said, and with that, he turned and walked out.