Gay Cock Sucking Fantasy

Why does he think I’m gay? I wasn’t angry but I was very confused. They way he looked at me ignited feeling that I couldn’t understand.

*****

“Hey, cutie, same time next week!” Thomas said when he noticed I was awake.

He was standing beside the bed wearing only his skimpy, string bikini briefs that were identical to my undies; the only difference being, unlike my briefs, his could barely contain his ‘package.’

“Why are you leaving so early?” I whined, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“I have to get to my office in Vegas by 8,” he explained.

My eyes were drawn to the manly bulge in the crotch of his briefs. I blushed when he caught me staring at it.

He chuckled and said, “You know, John, you don’t have to be embarrassed every time you look at me there…especially after what we did in bed last night!”

I blushed again and cursed myself for being such a prude. I was still naked under the bedspread as he dressed and held my breath when he pulled his shirt over his head covering his manly, sculpted chest.

Before he left the hotel room, he came to me, leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. His hand snaked beneath the covers and stroked my thigh as our tongues danced together.

My prick stiffened; he teased it with a squeeze and two-three strokes before he withdrew his hand and stood up.

“Same time next week!” he said again.

The week before, my golfing buddies and I had traveled to Primm, Nevada to play the two golf courses and stay one night in the hotel. It’s a trip we make twice-a-year since it is only an hour-and-fifteen-minutes from our hometown in Arizona.

On Sunday, we drove straight to the course to play our first round. One of the guys couldn’t make it giving us seven players so they put a single with us. It was Thomas, and he rode in my golf cart.

He is an excellent golfer. I’m not too bad myself, but it was difficult keeping up with his long drives. He’s quite the conversationalist, too.

Usually I prefer quiet while I’m playing, but he turned out to be so interesting and funny, I didn’t mind it at all.

In fact, he had a way of drawing me out that was so seemingly natural and relaxed, after nine holes, I found myself thoroughly amazed that I was being so open and honest with a complete stranger.

My buddies and I always bet when we’re playing, and Thomas became aware of it.

On the tenth tee box, out of earshot of my friends, he said, “If you want to bet the back nine, I’ll give you three strokes.”

It sounded fair to me.

“Okay, what are we playing for? Ten, twenty bucks?” I asked him.

He smiled and whispered, “If you win I’ll give you a hundred dollars…”

I’m not sure why, but I whispered too. “And if you win?”

I flinched when he placed a hand on my upper thigh and squeezed.

“If I win, you’ll spend a couple hours with me in my room tonight,” he said with a gleam in his eyes.

His proposal so surprised me, I blushed a deep red and began a fit of coughing.

“You alright over there, John?” one of my buddies asked me.

“Yeah, uh, yeah I’m fine,” I called out.

I looked at Thomas to see if he was smiling or laughing; surely he was joking.

No smile. His facial expression was quite deadpan.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“Absolutely…you’re a little cutie and I’d love to have you in my bed tonight!” he said.

“Huh? What? No, uh, I’m, uh, I’m not gay,” I stuttered.

He responded, “I think you’re wrong about that…”

I felt my blood pressure rise. It had been years since the last time someone accused me of being queer.

He suddenly smiled and said, “Okay, twenty bucks it is!”

Thomas remained talkative on the back nine while I concentrated on my game, or tried to anyway. I was filled with emotions that I can usually suppress.

I wasn’t angry he thought I was gay, no, in fact, his words “You’re a little cutie” played over-and-over in my head. It had been so many years since I’d been propositioned, I’d forgotten how good it felt.

I kept wondering what I had said to him on the front nine that would make him think I was gay.

I thought about it too much – he beat me by four on the back and when I drove him out to his car and paid him, I just had to ask: “What made you think I was gay?”

He smiled, winked at me and said, “It takes one to know one…maybe we’ll have a drink at the bar later…thanks for the game!”

I waited until he drove off before I went to my buddies van to unload my clubs. They were changing shoes and complaining about their rounds of golf.

“I hear Thomas is pretty good,” one of them said to me.

I had to turn my head so they wouldn’t notice me blushing.

“Yeah, he beat me out of twenty bucks,” I said.

“Is he staying at the hotel?” he asked.

“Oh, uh, I’m not sure, I didn’t ask him,” I replied knowing full well he was staying there.

I remained quiet on the short drive to the hotel. The old feelings of dread and paranoia surfaced again. I had been comfortable in my own skin for such a long time I’d thought those feelings had disappeared forever – I was wrong.

“John – JOHN!”

Huh? What?

“WAKE UP!”

I managed to open my eyes and saw my roommate for the trip standing over my bed.

“We’re going to breakfast – I let you sleep in – you need to get ready – don’t forget to check-out before we leave for the course!” he said.

“Oh, okay,” I mumbled.

I climbed out of bed as soon as he left the room. My head was spinning so badly I almost fell.

In the bathroom I saw my phone had been plugged-in so I retrieved it before I sat on the toilet.

I had a text message and when I opened it the hair on my neck stood straight. I was gripped with a chilling fear. The message was from Thomas.

“Had a wonderful time with you last night – looking forward to seeing you next Sunday!!”

Oh no, how can this be? What in hell did I do last night?

I tried to shake the cobwebs from my aching head but last night was drawing a blank. Sometimes when I drink too much I black-out, well, most times I DO drink too much.

I have been told that I don’t act drunk, and I am alert and seem to know what’s going on, but I’ll be damned if I remember anything. Sometimes the memories come back to me, sometimes they don’t.

After swallowing vitamins and aspirin, I showered and shaved and dressed for golf.

I double-checked the room to make sure I didn’t forget anything and went to the front desk to check-out.

My friends were waiting patiently for me in the van.

“Tied one on last night, huh John?” said one of them. “What time did you get to bed?”

I smiled and said, “No, no, it wasn’t bad…I got to bed pretty early.”

My roommate for the night said, “Early!! Are you kidding me? I woke up around one and you weren’t in the room!”

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2 thoughts on “Gay Cock Sucking Fantasy

  1. Rj says:

    A beautiful sensitive and I am
    Guessing very true tail. I am so reminded of who I am and how like johnnny, I have resisted the natural order of things.

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