"He pulls his head back and shakes it. It's almost as if he's come out of a trance. He moves back a bit from my chair, still stripped and on his knees. He reaches behind him for his trousers.
'I'm sorry mate, I can't. I'm straight. I... I don't know what I was thinking.'
He grabs his shirt and hugs it to his bare chest, concealing the nicely defining hair that enhances his masculinity.
'Sit down,' I tell him. 'Relax.'
He's shaking a bit. The heart pounding excitement that he felt as he knelt in front of another man is still making him breathless. 'I'm sorry,' he says. 'I wasted your time'.
I shrug, give him a comforting smile. The truth is, I've seen it before. He's not the first. It's one thing to hide privately, watching guys on screen late at night, jerking off to a fantasy that no-one else knows about. The first time that happened, sure, he was confused - did getting turned on by a bloke make him gay now? (Even more confusing, his sex with his wife has been better than ever since he's occasionally been fantasising about men...) For most people, that's where it stays - a secret, personal thing. He's pushed himself further, dared to try and make it reality. No wonder it was all proving a bit much.
He sits on the couch in his underwear, holding his shirt. I sit next to him, not touching. 'I'm Steven. What's your name?' He shakes his head, he doesn't want to tell me. 'It's OK. You don't have to do anything. You want to get dressed and go? I can get you a glass of water.' I put my hand on his shoulder, squeeze it firmly but affectionately and stand up.
'I'm Greg,' he says. 'Are you pissed off?' I shake my head. 'This is about enjoying ourselves. If it's not your thing after all... I'm fine.'
And I am. If I've learned anything from sites like this, it's that we all deserve patience and respect when we need it. He's a lovely looking guy, and now we're a bit more relaxed together, his handsomeness is even more striking. A vulnerableness that doesn't take away from his masculinity - in fact enhances it.
'I'm not sure what I want.' He laughs lightly at himself. 'The number of times I've fantasised about this... But now I'm here, it's too much. Does that make any sense at all?' I nod. Of course.
I turn to go and get him a glass of water.
'Hold on. Don't go. Can I - Can I try again please?'
His eyes look up at me, hoping for another chance. It was scary enough when it was all happening, but suddenly he also knows that he doesn't want to walk out of this room without knowing what this will be like. Maybe he'll never dare do this again, but just this once...
'Please?' Handsome, married Greg - whose wife and mates could not imagine that right now he's stripped to his underwear in a strange room with a man - comes across from the couch and kneels in front of me.
Greg reaches up to where he can see the bulge of of my still semi-hard cock in my suit. He looks up to me for permission. I smile and nod.
He unzips my flies. It takes him a while to take out my cock through the opening - it's hardening, and his hands are slightly shaking. I let him go at his own pace.
He stares at my cock jutting out of my dark blue suit trousers as it approaches its full eight inches. He's transfixed.
He looks up at me with pleading eyes and opens his mouth wide."
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