What a Difference a Gay Made

"Hi," they said together, one of them cautiously waving a hand at me.

"Were you talking about me just now?" I asked, "I didn't mean to overhear you but I was fascinated. What were you saying?"

"Sorry mate – yeah, we were talking about you," the one with the deeper voice said, "We just thought you looked really hot."

"So we just wondered if you were gay or not," continued the other one bravely.

"Ha – you wish!" I said with derision in my voice, "No way am I bent, thank you."

"I'm really sorry mate," the first man said, "They don't get many straight blokes in here now, so we just thought....."

"Why, what's happened – why don't straight blokes come here then?" I asked.

"New management," the first guy continued, "This place is almost entirely full of gays now!"

Shit – I'd wandered into a gay bar without knowing it! My gaydar must have been defective today!

I downed my pint quickly and stood up.

"Sorry to disappoint you both," I said, "Cheerio!"

And I was off, as fast as I could get out of the place!

'Fucking shit,' I thought, banging my heels down as I walked home, 'That place has changed. And I didn't notice – serves me bloody right I guess!'

Soon back home I relaxed, almost visibly! The washing machine had done its work so I hung out the laundry – I was quite a good house-husband really!

Mind you, tonight I'd slum it – a microwave dinner would do today – I couldn't be bothered with cooking.....

Being summer I was still out on the patio at eight, having just polished off my dinner, when I heard voices next door.

'Oh yes – that's John and his guests....wonder if I might join them......' I thought and then I remembered how John had made comments about me.

'What if he was gay – nah – he wasn't, surely; not John,' I thought, 'But if he was then I think I'd rather stay at home.'

But as I sat there the voices drifted over to me again and I recognised one of them. It was Pete from the office.

'Well sod me, what a coincidence!' I thought, 'Be nice to have a chat and a drink with him – he's safe anyway, he's fine.'

So instead of staying at home alone – or heading out to some other unknown pub, I decided to accept John's offer.

It was a warm evening so shorts and a t-shirt would be quite adequate although I made sure I was wearing underpants! I didn't want any chance of a repeat of this afternoon's episode!

I spiked my hair up; sprayed briefly under each arm; checked myself in the mirror and went outside once again. Moments later I was pressing John's door bell.....

"Tony – great to see you!" said John cheerfully as he opened the door, "Do come in – so glad you decided to pop round."

He guided me down the hall to the lounge......

"People – I'd like you to meet my neighbour, Tony," he said and there was a deep roar of laughter. John looked startled.

"Hello Tony!" boomed Pete as he stood up and advanced towards me. He was a big bear of a man complete with a big bushy beard, who made me look small. He must have been six foot six if he was an inch and probably weighed 250 pounds; very little of it being fat, I reckoned.

"Good to see you buddy," he said, wrapping his big arm round my shoulders and dragging me towards the settee, "Didn't know you were John's neighbour. John – this guy works in the same office as I do. Come on – come and sit down."

I was plonked onto the settee beside Pete who then imperiously waved his hand to John.

"Come on John – get your guest a drink!" he said jovially, then he held out a hand and pointed, "Oh Tony – by the way this is Neil."

"Hi Neil," I said, not knowing what else to do or say, because Pete had obviously taken over and Neil responded with a small and perhaps embarrassed finger wave.

Neil was just the opposite to Pete and being seated made him look even smaller. He wasn't weedy; he was just small; compact perhaps might be a better description because his arms were quite solid and his shoulders implied that he'd got some muscles.....not that I really cared about such things on other men.

For a few moments it all went quiet as we drank and settled down but then I thought I'd start the conversation.

"I heard your voice Pete – couldn't mistake it," I said, "I wasn't sure if I felt like socialising tonight but when I heard you, I just had to pop round."

John had rejoined us and had settled into one of the armchairs and now the conversation meandered back and forth, covering whatever seemed to come to mind. We drank – wine, lager, beer – whatever we fancied and we were a happy and chattery bunch.

Eventually Pete stood up.

"Got to take a leak – John – go and sit beside Tony – make a change of scenery for us!" he said as he disappeared down the hall.

John duly rose from his chair and came and sat beside me, raising his eyebrows at Pete's comment.

"He always takes over," said John, "Very dominant sort of guy."

"Like that in the office too," I said as I chuckled, "Nice bloke and all that but I'm glad he works in a different department."

Pete returned, still pulling up the zip of his jeans.

"Dominant, did I hear you say?" he boomed, "Ooh yes – especially with Neil!"

"Eh!" I ejaculated, "You what?"

Pete looked at the two others before replying.

"Didn't you know?" he said, "Neil's my sub – I'm his master."

I just looked totally confounded, so Pete continued.

"I'm gay – well we all are actually, except possibly you Tony," said Pete, "Neil and I are partners – we live together and every so often we come and visit our good friend John. He's just plain gay – he just likes men, so we come over here for a bit of fuc.......fun."

"John's never gay, is he?" I questioned, convinced that Pete was wrong, but John nodded to confirm his statement.

"You don't have to be a poufter to be gay," he said, "you don't have to act all bent. Gays are quite normal really – like me."

I was gobsmacked until John spoke again and as he did so he firmly grabbed hold of my hand just as I was about to wave it to make a point.....and held on.

"Look – I'm touching you and you haven't turned into a limp-wristed pouf, have you. I'm not different – I'm just your neighbour, I'm just another bloke," he said, "And I just happen to like men, not women."

Actually, after my recent experience with Casey I tended to agree with him about women, although not about liking men, so I just laughed.

"That's better," said John, squeezing my hand before releasing it, "Relax!"

Then Pete spoke up again.

"You still got those DVDs, John?" he asked and John pointed to a niche beside the TV. John stood up and moved to the TV and soon popped a DVD into the slot.

"Watch this Tony, see if it doesn't turn you on!" he said, as he settled back into his chair.

Truthfully I really wanted to get up and go but not only would that be rude but Pete would probably make sure I suffered at work somehow – so I stayed.....and soon the screen lit up.

"Ah," said Pete, "Think I've got the right one. This is the one with those five short films on, isn't it? Where shall we start?"

"Second one," said John and Pete made the selection and pressed play before I could register the content.

"See if you like this!" said Pete as he sat back in his chair, "Bet you will."

How could I not like it! There before me was a tall curvy big-breasted blonde in a shimmering mini dress that all but showed her knickers and her tits. She paraded around the room gradually displaying more and more of her delicious body, while my own body absorbed the sight with enthusiasm.

"Bit tasty?" asked John and I nodded – she certainly was worth looking at and I just couldn't wait for her to show her tits......which she was obviously about to do.

She bent over to show off her tight bum; her soft blue knickers pulled into her crack, then turned once more and just slid her dress down from her breasts.

I felt my cock lurch upwards as her magnificent mammaries sprang into view and I looked around me. All the other guys were watching avidly too; Pete with his hand in his lap obviously massaging his cock and the other two guys squirming around in their seats.

She was enough to wake up even the sleepiest gayest penis it seemed!

"Just wait," said Pete thickly, "Won't be long before she gets her dress off – wait and see!"

A few minutes of posturing and squeezing of her breasts and she began wriggling out of her dress – eventually it fell to her feet and she stepped out of it, squeezing her breasts together as she stood up. And now she was dressed only in her tiny knickers; her generous breasts a lovely contrast to her slim waist and smooth flat tummy – I was captivated and I could feel my cock starting to drool with pleasure.

"Here she goes!" said Pete breathlessly, having obviously seen the film before, "Watch....!"

The blonde bent over, her free-hanging breasts close to the camera and in the background you could see her hands sliding her knickers down over her hips; then she stood up, her hand over her crotch. Slowly she moved her hand down, revealing that she was shaved.....and as her hand went further I suddenly found myself wondering where her slit started.

Then all was revealed to me as her hand reached between her legs – and pulled out a penis that any man would be proud of! A few quick tugs and it stood up, some seven inches or so of definitely male flesh!

"Fuck!" I said, never having ever seen a shemale before, "What the.....?"

Around me a selection of laughs rose up and I just had to join in, even though the laugh was on me!

"What's she doing with a dick?" I asked naively, "Is that a bloke or a woman?"

"She's a shemale – a tranny – a bloke who's had hormone treatment and implants," said John, "Best of both worlds! She can fuck or be fucked."

"Eh?" I queried, my eyes unable to look away from the screen, "Oh yeah – oh, I see, of course."

"She'll be doing both in a few minutes," said John and sure enough, on screen a hunky guy appeared, already busy stripping off his clothes.

Soon he too was naked and the pair embraced, their two big hard cocks rubbing against each other and for the next ten minutes we watched, almost in silence, as the pair made out – he sucked her; she sucked him; he fucked her; she fucked him and then they both wanked off over her abdomen and tits – the movie playing out as it closed in on the pools of white and sticky cum on her breasts. The basic theme for any fuck movie – but with a difference I'd never seen before!

"Phewwwww!" I heard from Pete and I looked at him. His hand was still at his groin where it was now clear that he'd been rubbing what looked to be quite a large erection – well actually I could see he was still holding it.... He looked at me unashamedly.

"So – what did you think of that then? Was she hot or not?" he asked, "Could you take that home with you?"

"Suppose that if I met her in a bar and she came on to me, then I would," I said feeling my penis stretching out down my leg, "I'd never have known she was a he until it was too late, I guess."

"Ok – then is she gay?" John added and damn me, I could see that he too was holding his hard cock in his shorts, next to me.

"Yeah, I guess so, I guess she is," I replied.....

"Ok. So if you'd taken her home and when you took her to bed you found her cock, what would you do then?" asked Pete, his hand still moving on his penis, "Would you have fucked her – in the arse?"

"Perhaps I would," said, feeling a bit uncomfortable, "I suppose if I took her from behind I'd hardly know the difference from fucking a woman in the arse."

"And what if she wanted to suck you?" asked John, "Would you have let her?"

A blow job was a blow job, so I nodded happily!

"So what about the leading question," said Pete, "Would you want to suck her?"

"Ummmmm – I guess I might have been able to," I said, remembering Casey's delectable mini-penis but somewhat reluctant to reveal my feelings and Pete chuckled.

"So, using some bent and illogical deductions, that would mean you'd be willing to suck a man and fuck him too!" said Pete with a grin.

"I didn't say that!" I replied, a bit flustered, "Uh – I suppose I did really, didn't I?"

"Got you then!" said Pete, "Therefore, welcome to the club! Because we all like to suck and fuck men too!"

It went quiet as the statement hung in the air – then Pete spoke up once more.

"Let's show him the next one, eh?" he said, pressing the button and this time there was no ambiguity – this time there were just two guys getting to grips with each other.

And somehow I was now able to sit there and enjoy watching as they sucked and fucked each other – and even swallowed each other's cum at the end.

"Wasn't so bad, was it?" asked Pete, now displaying a prominent damp patch on his jeans as well a a long stiff ridge.

I wasn't sure what to say or do, partially because I now realised that my own penis had remained completely hard throughout the ten minute film and it was still throbbing now. But Pete had spotted my predicament and he laughed.

"Didn't turn you off then?" he asked and I found myself blushing.

I looked down in embarrassment – and was completely shaken to see that next to me, John, who was also wearing shorts, had some two or three inches of penis showing beyond the leg of his shorts! And it was obviously hard and excited – it was dripping precum onto his leg as I watched.

Then I saw that John was now looking at me.

"Do you want to feel it?" he asked, sliding his shorts up so that even more of his erection was on display, "Won't bite! Come on – have a feel."

He grasped my hand and pulled it to his cock and the next moment my hand was wrapped round his shaft – and I'd just let him do it!

"Come on – hold it – squeeze it!" he said, holding my hand in position – and once again I just did so – he'd taken over my mind!

The next story was unrolling on the screen – more men sucking and fucking each other – almost unwatched by us.

I just looked down at where my hand was now sliding up and down his cock – my hand was on auto-pilot – it had nothing to do with me! And yet it did, because my actions were causing my own penis to stiffen even more and to throb up and down.....

Moments later I felt a hand on my cock; sliding the material of my shorts out of the way and then grasping my own tower of flesh.

"Ohhhhh God," I cried somehow unable to brush his hand away, "What you doing....?"

"Just helping you to relax," said John beside me, "Let it go – enjoy it."

And I was – his hand felt great as it rubbed my cock and I just couldn't help but do the same to him – he didn't need to hold his hand over mine now.

I leaned back as John began to work me up and I too increased my actions on his penis.

"Get your shorts off," breathed John in my ear and I hurried to comply, releasing my penis and balls into the open air while John did the same.

"Oh wow – you look fucking good!" I heard Pete say, "That's what I call a real cock!" and I looked up.

And there, not more than a few feet away, Neil was on his knees between Pete's legs; Pete's jeans were around his ankles and his cock was well and truly embedded in Neil's mouth. From what I could see, Pete's penis was a monster – I reckoned there must have been seven or eight inches still visible – and I had no idea how much was in Neil's mouth.

"Ooooohhh yeah," groaned Pete, putting his hand on Neil's head, "You're good, you suck me so well."

"Mmmmmm – love to suck you," said Neil, "You taste so nice."

And as he spoke he took Pete's cock from his mouth and I saw the whole thing – the best part of ten inches of thick rod, topped with a knob like a large plum, which glistened with saliva. Moments later Neil let the giant rod slide back into his mouth and I could have sworn that he'd managed to engulf a generous eight inches of it somehow!

I returned my gaze to John's hand which was now able to slide more freely up and down my penis and I looked at his groin. John's cock was now entirely on view to me – it was probably a bit over seven inches long and was uncut like mine, and as I watched, I saw my hand moving up down his shaft – it was almost as if I was watching someone else's hand....

On the next upstroke a bubble of clear slippery precum oozed from his tip and, conscious now that it was my hand and that I was stroking him, I caught the little bubble and spread it around his knob. Soon it glistened and shone and my fingers slid easily over the smooth surface.

"Tony," John's voice interrupted my watching, "Could I suck you....please?"

I just didn't really know what to do or say so John just continued.

"Your cock looks so gorgeous," he said, "I just need to get it in my mouth – you'll love it – I'll make you feel so good."

Whatever I might have replied was shut off as John moved to squat in front of me and in seconds I felt the tightness of his lips clamped round my penis and all I could do was to groan with pleasure.

"Oooooh fuuuuuuck," I groaned, "Fuckin' hell – where'd you learn to do that?"

His hand movements on my cock speeded up as wild feelings shot all through my body....he was reaching parts that no-one else had ever reached.

John's mouth was alive; his tongue prehensile as it wrapped itself around my knob and tried to insinuate itself into the little slit at the tip. His hand was rubbing up and down my shaft as he sucked me and I found myself putting my hand on his head to push him down on my cock – he was good!

I saw movement ahead of me through my half-closed eyes and watched as Neil stood up, dropped his trousers and revealed his own solid erection. I watched as he moved closer to Pete who grasped his cock and sucked it deep into his mouth, making Neil hum with pleasure. But soon their scenario changed – Neil pulled his penis away and knelt down, while Pete dropped his jeans and stepped out of them.

His enormous cock now stood proudly from his groin – like a baby's arm it stood – drooling precum and jerking in time with his heartbeat. He spat in his hand and spread his saliva over his penis making it shine with moisture, then got onto his knees behind Neil.

'He'll never get that in his arse, surely!' I thought, my eyes now wide open, but I was wrong!

Pete leaned forward, bringing his penis in line with Neil's arsehole and put one hand on Neil's back. And then Neil's body pushed backwards and Pete's moved forwards.....and suddenly at least half of Pete's monster had disappeared.

I heard Neil suck in a big breath but there was no scream of pain or distress – I was staggered!

"Done it lot's of times before, haven't they," explained John, lifting his head from my cock, "Do you want to try it?"

Now I'd seen pictures of men fucking on the internet but never in real life – and never right before my eyes! But I couldn't look away as Pete began to saw his cock in and out of Neil's hole, seemingly gradually probing deeper and deeper into the man's body. I couldn't even answer John, who'd now returned to my penis; all I could do was to watch, with my mouth open, I suddenly realised. I shut it quickly, instantly worried that someone might see the opening as a place to shove their cock – then felt stupid about it.

But down below it didn't feel stupid; in fact things were heating up.

Automatically now, my hips were thrusting upwards to drive my penis into John's mouth; shivers and shakes were running through me; incredible sensations were firing off through my brain – and John was sucking harder......

Then he stopped again.

"You didn't answer," he said, leaving me hanging, teetering and urgently needing him to complete his task, "Do you want to try that?"

"I want to cum!" I cried, shivering with pent-up excitement, "Don't care – just want to cum!"

"Come on then – try me!" said John, relinquishing my cock and getting onto his hands and knees, "Cum in my arse then!"