Going Gay / Bruce – Chapter Twenty-five

Much to my relief, Alison took me to a neighborhood bar and grill called The Gaiety, where she introduced me to a half dozen of my new co-workers at Worldwide Aero. Rather than a date, the evening turned out to be a party with new-found friends. And three of them looked promising.

Greg was an aircraft tester who spent most of his time working in a wind tunnel. Chuck was a supervisor on a production line that made airplane components. And Kit was a test pilot who rode in simulators to put space capsules through their paces.

At some point during the evening, I lost track of Alison. I wondered if she had brought me here just to introduce me to three prospective sex partners? As the beer and liquor flowed, the four of us guys leaned in closer, guffawed at dirty jokes, and seemed to tune out the room full of other people.

I can hold my liquor pretty well, but I was beginning to get plastered. I got up, shaky, to find the men’s room. Laughing, Kit took me by the elbow saying, “I gotta go, too, big guy, so I’ll show you the way.” As Kit led me away, I noticed Greg and Chuck smirking at each other.

As we made our way to the restroom, for some reason Kit tugged my elbow in odd directions, causing me to stagger.

“What the fuck you tryin’ to do to me—knock me on my ass?” I demanded.

Laughing, but saying nothing, Kit guided me over to a long metal trough with a pipe dripping water into it. I had never seen a urinal like this, and I mumbled to Kit, “Are you supposed to piss in that? It looks like a fucking cattle trough!”

“As you can see, the management of this elite establishment has spared no expense in the accommodations!” We both had a hearty laugh.

Kit moved up to the trough, spread his legs shoulder-wide, and unbuckled his belt. He unzipped his jeans and then slid them down a couple of inches and pulled out a massive uncut cock. When he lowered his pants, the top of his ass-crack became visible. He started to shoot a powerful stream of urine into the steel pisser.

It was as if I sobered up in a split-second. I couldn’t take my eyes off Kit’s cock and ass, but I somehow managed to step forward, unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out. As I pissed, I struggled to look straight ahead, but the sound of the deluge coming out of Kit’s prick was irresistible.

He finished first and gave his cock a violent up-and-down shake, then stretched the foreskin way out a couple of times before tucking it back inside his jeans and zipping them up. Finished, he turned in my direction to leave and took a quick look down at my dick, exposed in my hand. I looked at him, wondering what the fuck was going on, and he gave an approving smile and a nod. I finished, zipped up, and followed him over to the sinks.

Returning to the table where Greg and Chuck were seated, Kit said, “Next round’s on me,” and headed over to the bar. As I sat down, Greg leaned in close and whispered, “So now you’ve been introduced to Little Kit.” I was stunned, and I’m sure my face showed it.

“Did he wave it at you after he pissed?” Chuck asked.

Embarrassed and blushing, I mumbled, “I guess so. . . it wasn’t like that. . .”

“Bullshit.” Greg declared. “He’s the biggest prick-tease in the whole world. He’s proud of his cock and loves to flaunt it around guys like us.”

“Guys like us?” I asked, trying to be nonchalant.

“Hell, yes,” Chuck said with gusto, “You know, guys who appreciate a well-hung dude and don’t mind ‘sneaking a peek while he’s taking a leak’.” He and Greg laughed their asses off.

Still blushing, I didn’t quite know what to say. At last, Greg had pity on me. “Look, Bruce, it’s pretty clear to us that you’re into guys.”

“Which is fine with us ‘cause we are, too!” Chuck chimed in. They both laughed again.

“So Mr. Big, I mean Kip, likes to get you all hot and bothered, making you think maybe he give you a taste of what he’s packing.”

“But it’s all bullshit!” Chuck added. “He’s as straight as a fucking arrow and only dips his stick into pussy, if you know what I mean!”

I nodded, embarrassed at having fallen for such a low trick. Kit returned with four beers and Greg and Chuck changed the subject. After another hour of downing brews, Kit got up again to hit the head.

As he all but staggered toward the men’s room, Greg leaned in again. “Aren’t you gonna follow him and get another look at what you can’t have?” He and Chuck laughed.

“No, I don’t think so. One glimpse of tonight’s floor show was plenty for me.” I joined in the laughter.

Inclining toward me with a sly grin on his face, Greg said, “Now, Chuck here would be glad to give you a long, slow look at his wienie, and then let you do whatever you want with it.”

“Please!” Chuck insisted. “And Greg here would love to watch you do it. . . if he could keep his fucking mouth and hands off it!” They almost fell on the floor laughing. They were both very drunk, but I doubted that what they were saying was bullshit. I had been picking up gay vibes from them, and between them, the whole evening.

Kit returned while the three of us were hooting with laughter. “What’s up?” he inquired.

“Just the usual bullshit,” Greg replied, and Kit nodded, pretending that he understood.

At that moment, Alison reappeared and squeezed into the booth next to me. “Are we having fun?”

“Oh, loads,” I replied.

“Well, I hate to break up this testosterone fest, but I’m your designated driver, and I’m ready to beat it back to the flat.”

Greg and Chuck laughed hard. “And Bruce is ready to beat it back at the flat!”

I blushed, but Alison jumped right in, “as if the two of you aren’t eager to do the same thing, only together!”

This time, Kit laughed. “You nailed it, babe!”

He tried to high-five Alison, but she glared at him. “Who you calling ‘babe’, arsehole?”

Kit hung his head with contrition and mumbled, “Sorry.”

“Let’s go, Bruce, your comrades are wasted and it’s clear they don’t have any control over their mouths. It’s time to show this joint our backsides.”

Like an obedient puppy, I followed Alison out to her car. Neither of us said much on the drive home. Entering the apartment, Alison paused and listened to the silence.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Oh, nothing’s wrong. I’m just checking to see who else is home.”

“You can tell, just by doing that?”

“It’s not that hard. Freddie is never home this early on a weekend. In fact, he might not make it back at all until tomorrow afternoon. And David has a love interest who bestows her favors on him once a week, like clockwork.”

“He has a girlfriend?”

“In a sense. He can’t get serious about her because his parents have already decided who he’s going to marry.”

“Ow. That must suck.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Certainty can be a comforting thing.”

We stood in silence. Then Alison turned toward me and smiled with a strange look on her face. “So it’s just you and me. Here all alone. Just the two of us.”

I didn’t know what to say or do. The blank expression on my face must have been just what she was hoping for. With another smile, she took my hand and led me down the hall.

Opened the door to her room, she said, “Come through,” and tugged me inside.

Closing the door behind me, Alison put her arms around me and leaned in to kiss me. When her lips met mine, I couldn’t help pulling away.

“I. . . uh. . .” I stammered.

“Oh, you can forget that shite. I know you’re gay.”

“You do? Then why. . .?”

“I like gay men. In fact, I love them, or rather, I love making love with them.”

“What? Why?”

“Because there’s no expectation of a future. It’s just sex, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Having said that, Alison, pulled me closer and reached down to my crotch. She began stroking my dick through my chinos. To my great amazement, it responded.

“Hmm. Looks like the big boy is interested. . .”

“I’m as surprised as you.”

“Well, do you want to see where this goes?” She asked with a coy smile.

“I. . . uh. . . I guess so. It’s just I never. . .”

“All the better. That means I don’t have to out-perform every bird you’ve ever shagged.”

With that, she got down on her knees and freed my cock and had it in her mouth before I even knew what happened. And it began to get hard. She sure knew how to suck a cock!

Taking a break from fellating me, Alison looked up and said, “I know guys always say that a man gives a better blowjob than a woman because he knows what it feels like, but I defy you to tell me this isn’t just the way you like it.”

I couldn’t think of anything to say. Alison was going to town on my hard-on, and it did feel great, so I decided to just enjoy it.

When I was all the way hard, Alison stood up, grabbed my dick and pulled me to stand beside her bed. She then undressed me and gave me a light shove onto my back in the bed. She disposed of her own clothing and stood before me naked.

Her breasts were smaller than what I had seen in porno movies and magazine, but they were. . . I guess I would call them “perky.” She had a lithe body and soft red hair on her pussy. I looked down and saw that I was still rock-hard, which surprised the shit out of me. I had never fucked a girl, and now it looked like I was about to.

Alison stepped forward and got onto the bed on her knees. She positioned herself over me until her pussy was even with my hardness. Reaching behind her, she glided my cock into her vagina and sat down on it.

Never having done this before, I was mystified at the sensations. Her pussy was warm and wet, wetter than any ass I had ever been inside. It seemed to envelop my member in a soft, sensuous cushion. I couldn’t deny that I was enjoying this very much, even though I would never have thought to ask her to fuck me.

Alison rose up, and an electric thrill ran through my body. Then she lowered herself all the way and my dick felt like it was begin swallowed into oblivion.

She fucked me this way for a while and then rose up so that my dick slid out. She rolled to her side, then onto her back and pulled me on top of her in missionary position. Reaching down again, she inserted my cock inside her, and whispered, “fuck me, Bruce!”

I began doing what I knew she wanted. It was different from fucking a guy, because Alison’s legs didn’t get in the way. I could lie flat on top of her, our bodies touching from head to toe. As I slid in and out, her natural lubrication smoothed the way.

I decided to make it feel good for her, so I fucked her just like I would do it to a man. I varied the speed and depth, stopping deep inside her and then pulling almost all the way out.

I don’t know whether it was the copious quantity of beer that I had downed, or the excited surprise of the new sensation, or I just couldn’t remember to control my ejaculation, but pretty soon I shot my load inside her pussy.

Breathing hard, I lay on top of her, hoping that my weight was not oppressive. Soon, she spoke.

“OK. That’s you. Now it’s my turn, lover-boy.”

“Hunh?” I had no idea what she was talking about. Was she going to turn me over and fuck my ass somehow?

Alison pulled my face to hers and gave me a long, wet kiss. Then she put both hands on my head and pressed it down between her legs. I didn’t resist, in part because I was mystified, but more because I felt like I owed her whatever it was she wanted.

She pressed my face down onto her pussy and said with a lusty voice, “Eat me, Bruce!”

I realized that she wanted the female equivalent of a blowjob, so I opened my mouth and tried to suck her folds of skin inside it.

“You poor little boy. You’ve never eaten a pussy, have you?” she teased.

“Uh. . .” I was blushing, but I was sure she couldn’t see my face.

“Not to worry. We’ll sort it. There’s a precious little doo-dad down there that’s shaped like a miniature penis. It’s called my clit. Do you see it?”

“Uh, I guess so.”

“Then take your tongue and lick it, and I’ll tell you if you’re in the right spot.”

“You want me to put my tongue inside you?”

“Come on, Bruce, don’t bullshit me. How many assholes has that tongue of yours been inside?”

I couldn’t argue with that, so I did as she requested. “Mmmm. That’s the spot,” she said with pleasure. “Now start licking and sucking on it, and biting a little, but not too hard.”

I did what I assumed made her feel good, and she responded by pushing her ass up and down and sideways. It was clear to me that she was pleasuring herself on my mouth and face.

After a while, she began breathing hard and moaning. Then, without warning, she used both hands to push my face down hard on that thins she called her clit. She let out a deep growl, threw her head back and her whole body shook. This lasted about thirty seconds, and then she shoved my face away from her pussy and lay there, breathing in and out with long sighs.

I figured she was finished with me, so I rolled over and lay next to her, waiting to see what she wanted me to do next.

After a while, she rose up on her elbows and smiled at me. “You will do. You will do very nicely, mate.”

I smiled back. “That was. . . the first time I ever. . . uh, did that.”

“That makes it all the more special, for both of us. You are now officially bisexual, and you have learned that you can pleasure a man or a woman. It opens up a whole horizon for you, should you want to go there. Of course, it’s still up to you which you prefer, but I can tell you that there’s no woman in the world who wouldn’t have enjoyed what you just did to me.”

We got up and showered together. It was a strange sensation, running my hands all over her body, giving particular attention to the parts that men don’t have.

After we dried off and got dressed, Alison looked at me with a coy grin. “Well, that’s all I have to offer for tonight. Don’t you think it’s about time you went off to beddy-bye?”

Flustered, I just nodded a couple of times and backed out of her room. As I closed the door, I heard a voice from the kitchen.

“I see she got to you first.” Freddie said with a flat tone of voice.

“I uh…”

“You don’t have to say it, I can tell the whole story, just by looking at you. Did she at least get you off, too?”

“Yeah. . .” I know I blushed when I said it.

“And that was your first time, too?”

“Fraid so.”

“So, how the fuck was it?”

“I don’t know. I mean, I know. . . but I don’t have the right words to describe it.”

“You poor innocent.” With that, Freddie stood up, walked toward me and took my hand. “Let’s put things back the way they were meant to be.” He led me down the hall to my room and closed the door behind us.

Freddie undressed me, then himself. He got me into my own bed, lay down beside me, and began to play with my cock. It got hard right away. It felt like coming home. Sex with Alison was already stored away in my memory as a one-time thing that I didn’t ever care to repeat. Sex with Freddie was natural for me, and I knew it was what I wanted.

Squeezing my hard-on, Freddie said, “Good! I’m glad to see you aren’t done after only one time.”

He bent down and sucked me to full, aching hardness. Then he got over me and lowered his ass onto me. He rode me a while, and then it was his turn. He turned me over and lay on top of me. When he entered my ass, I felt a familiar sensation of excitement and desire. Without a word, he just fucked me until he came. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary—just a simple butt-fuck, but I was grateful to him for what he had done.

He pulled his limp cock out of me and his cum ran out my ass and down onto my balls. He lay down next to me. I was still face-down, so he pulled me onto his chest, put his arms around me, and stroked my hair.

Exhausted by the events of the evening, I fell asleep naked and spent, sharing my bed with a man, after having fucked the first woman who ever asked me to do it.

I knew this was going to take some time to figure out.

I’m still gay, aren’t I? I mean, just because I fucked a woman once in my life, that doesn’t change who I really am, what I really want. I have been with so many men—and been in love with three of them. So one goddamn one-night stand with a woman who only wanted to take my virginity doesn’t make me straight, or even bi, as she said.

I concluded that this was just one more thing, one more event in my life that added up with all the others to make me who and what I am. In a way, I was glad I had fucked Alison. Now I knew I could to it—and do it well, if she was telling the truth—if I wanted to. And I was absolutely certain that I never wanted to do it again.

I was gay. I was glad. I was proud, and I was happy to be gay. End of story. . . well, not really the end. I had a lot more living to do, and I was sure it would be just as interesting as all that had come before.