Second Thoughts

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Second Thoughts, by Rob Morton (M/M, cons)

One

You ever have one of those moments where you were thinking two things at the same time, like you were glad something was happening � but wishing it wasn�t?

I had one of those moments a few hours ago.� There I was, all hot and sweaty and feeling very good with Rod�s seven-inch cock reaming my ass out and thinking that I had made the right decision coming home with him.

At the same time, I found myself wishing I had never accepted his invitation and gotten myself into this situation to begin with.�

It wasn�t like I didn�t know he was gay � he told me as much.� And, it wasn�t like I didn�t know he found me attractive and was interested in �getting to know me� better.� In this, it wasn�t like I didn�t know what he meant.

What was really funny is that I knew what Rod wanted � and I wanted him to have it!� Oh, did I mention that I�m not gay?� Sorry, I should have said that in the beginning but I have a lot on my mind right about now, like, why I wanted to have sex with him.

Rod wasn�t exactly one of those thickly built guys� nor was he the drop-dead model type.� He didn�t really look or act gay either; I mean, he wasn�t acting all feminine like you see some gay guys do.

Checking my own state of mind at the time, I can�t say that I was too drunk nor could I say that I wasn�t getting my share, if you know what I mean.� It�s just that right after Rod told me he was gay and what he�d like to do, I found myself thinking, �Why not?�

So, we settled our bar tab and left, with me following him home.� Even as I focused on keeping Rod�s battered blue car in sight, I felt a sense of anticipation I hadn�t felt in years, right along with a rather queasy feeling in my stomach, like I just realized I was about to regret my decision.� In fact, I had a chance to just hang a right and head for the Interstate � he wouldn�t have noticed a thing!� Instead, I drove right by the turn�

Two

If Rod wasn�t the glamorous type, neither was his apartment � it was just as non-descript as he was.� It was the kind of place where you�d look at it but wouldn�t really see it, you know?� I parked my car in a space close to where Rod had parked and, after making sure the car was locked and the alarm activated, followed him inside.� Rod waved me to a seat on the sofa and headed for the kitchen.

�Do you want a beer?� he asked.

�I guess so,� I replied.� The feeling of great anticipation was really working on me so much I thought I was going to piss myself.� At the same time, I felt an unnatural calm mixing in with the other feeling�

�I�m glad you�re here,� Rod said, handing me a cold one and taking a seat next to me.

I didn�t answer him; instead, I cracked open my grain grenade and took a long pull off of it, the bubbles of carbonation stinging my sinuses.� If Rod was bothered by my silence, he didn�t show it.

�Well, what�s up?� he asked, his brown eyes flicking over me.� I could tell he was just as nervous as I was and just as unsure about how to begin.� I�m sure if he were with another gay lover, getting started would have been easy.

Instead of answering him directly, I just shrugged and took another hit off the cold brew before sitting it on the table in front of me.� I was content to just sit back and see what Rod would do next� which doesn�t explain why I reached over and rubbed the front of his pants, does it?

Oh, man!� He was hard in an instant, his prick rising so fast I could see the color drain from his face as his penis rapidly filled with blood.

�Hmm,� Rod moaned, leaning back a little and letting me feel him up.� �A little bold for a first-timer, are we?�

�Whatever,� I said softly, unfastening his pants and exposing his cock, which sprang free of his pants rather easily � no underwear.� I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and began jerking him off slowly, feeling the heat of his dick warming my hand.

�That feels good,� Rod whispered, raising his ass up and working his pants down until he could kick them off with his feet.� He leaned over to kiss me, only to run into the palm of my hand.

�Don�t,� I said, continuing to work his shaft with my hand.

�Sorry�� Rod apologized.� �I just thought��

�Shhh.� I said evenly, watching a clear drop of pre-cum appear at his cock slit.� I leaned over and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, letting my tongue collect the drop of pre-cum and thinking about how good he tasted and how great it felt to have him in my mouth� which really surprised the hell out of me since I had never in my life sucked another man�s cock, let alone put my hand on one.

Yet, here I was, head bobbing up and down on his meat missile, slobbing his knob like an old pro.� I used my other hand to gently cup his balls, testing their weight and feel.� I wouldn�t say that Rod had a huge set � I knew my own sac was bigger � but did it really matter?

I suppose not, as I sucked each of his nuts in turn into my mouth, taking a great deal of pleasure in hearing him moaning with delight.� Even as I did this outlandish act, my hand continued to work his dick, slowly and deliberately, keeping him hard and ready.

Having made sure both of his jewels were attended to, I went back to sucking Rod�s cock, surprising myself as the hungry, slurping sounds reached my ears.� Oh, I was having a lot of fun doing this!

My own cock was raging inside my pants, begging to be set free so I freed it � a neat trick since I was bent over sucking another man�s dick at the same time.� I managed it, though and my own seven-inch sword stabbed into the air, pulsing hotly with each beat of my heart.

I wasn�t comfortable all bent in half, so I got off the sofa and positioned myself between Rod�s legs � all without releasing my oral hold on him.� I felt his hands on my head and, for some reason, it seemed to infuriate me � so I slapped them away, shaking my head in the negative.

Rod didn�t say anything and I could only imagine the hurt look on his face and the frustration he must have felt; he wanted to participate further and I wasn�t hearing any of it.� He got over it, though, because he was gently fucking his prick in and out of my mouth�

There was a moment I seemed to lose track of; one moment, I�m on my knees in front of him, getting my tonsils scoured by his cock knob.� The next thing I know, I�m flat on my back on the floor, Rod�s dick sliding into my mouth and my own erection disappearing into his.� I had a quick second to be impressed with the way he took my whole dick into his mouth in one gulp� then I was lost in the dual sensations of sucking and being sucked.

Three

I don�t know how long we were like this, two grown men pumping dick into each other�s mouth, grunting and groaning like a couple of animals.� All I knew is that I loved every minute of the action, even as I was regretting what I knew would come next.� And, speaking of coming�

Rod was oozing more and more pre-cum into my mouth and I was really getting into the salty taste of it; I felt his dong grow a little longer and thicker, his thrusts into my mouth getting faster.� I heard him draw in a deep breath through his nose, felt his ass tighten under my hands� and tasted his sperm in my mouth, hot, thick and heavy.

I would have taken more time to appreciate the whole thing of letting a man shoot his load into my mouth � except I was spilling my own seed into Rod�s mouth, my hips thrusting upward, fucking his mouth until I felt my cock begin to soften.

Damn, that was good, I thought as I licked the remnants of Rod�s spunk from my lips, even as he was moving from atop me.� I was still very shaky from my own release, relishing that very odd feeling a man gets right after he shoots, so much that I didn�t notice Rod turning me onto my stomach.

A bit of awareness came back to me as I heard the sound of something being torn open, followed by a weird, wet kind of sound.� I realized that Rod was putting on a condom and he intended to fuck my virgin ass, something I didn�t want to happen!

So why was I getting onto my knees?� And, why was I shoving my ass back against his stone-hard erection, trying to get it inside of me?� Better yet, who the hell was shouting, �Shove that motherfucker inside me!�

I remember a white-hot flash of pain, followed by the incredible urge to leave my dinner on the carpet in front of me.� Just as quickly as the pain hit me, it disappeared, having been replaced by the feeling of my semi-erect cock spilling another load, something I thought was impossible.

I hated myself for allowing this to happen, hated the way Rod�s cock in my ass made me feel.� Hated the way my body reacted to being fucked and I inwardly cursed myself each time I moaned with the pleasure I was feeling.

Hated the feel of Rod�s hands on my ass as he spread my cheeks to allow him to plunge into my bowels even further.� Despised the way he was grunting and cursing as he plowed my back hole, just as I hated myself for telling him to take the fucking condom off and do it harder and faster because I wanted to feel the real him inside my ass.

Four

I did like it when he came inside of me � I was impressed that he kept it up after I sucked him off and still had enough to take my anal cherry.� I was letting loose yet another load of jizz as Rod�s cock pumped man-juice into my sore backside.� Rod was getting soft inside me, but he kept right on dicking my rectum, working out the last of his ejaculation.

Here�s another blank spot in my memory.� I remember Rod pulling out of me, but I don�t remember switching places with him, just like I don�t remember slathering a whole lot of lubricant onto my hardness and shoving it into his ass hole.� I barely remember the funny feeling of his sperm running out of my gaping hole�

But I do remember making his just as wide as he had made mine!� I even remember spreading his hairy ass cheeks aside and watching my cock disappear into him, thinking about how disgusting it was to be in another person�s shitter while thinking about how good it felt.

The hate returned with a vengeance, too; I hated the way I was feeling, hated the fact that I was enjoying sodomizing a fellow male.� Hated Rod for encouraging me and telling me how good I felt inside of him.� I even hated myself for reaching around and grabbing Rod�s dick and jacking it into complete hardness again.

I felt so dirty and, yet, so very good as I deposited a load of goo into Rod�s bowels.� I knew I was getting soft but Rod�s ass was so nice and tight, I didn�t want to pull out just yet � but I knew I�d have to because there was no way I was going to get his cock back into me if I didn�t.

Now I�m on my back, legs wrapped around Rod�s waist and he�s really giving it to me, slamming his cock into my ass and cursing like a madman.� I wanted to just reach up and hit him so hard his jaw would break � but the thought just kinda left me when I felt more of Rod�s sperm in my bung hole�

Epilogue

The next thing I knew, the sun was rising.� I needed a shower and a cup of coffee in that order; Rod awoke and went to put the coffee on while I got cleaned up.� I must have been in the shower for a while because Rod climbed in with me, saying something about my coffee being on the back of the toilet seat.

At least I think that�s what he said � I was too busy sliding his cock into my mouth to hear what he said.� I could feel the water raining onto my back, hot and stinging � but not as hot as feeling Rod�s dick unloading jizz into my mouth.� I stood up to wash the excess from my face, bending over a little and feeling Rod enter me � much easier than last night, let me tell you.

Impressive!� The man can get his rocks off and keep it up to deliver another steamy load!� I�ll have to remember to ask him how he does that, right after I bust a nut in him.

Eventually, the fun and games are over and I�ve got get home.� As I drove home, I really hated what had happened while, at the same time, feeling very happy that it had� because I knew I would want to do it again� and very soon.

Finis

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