Last month I woke up with a hangover and a mans hard cock pressed up against my ass. I would have freaked if it wasn't for the fact my head hurt so much. Turning over, I saw it was an older man who my brother had drove over with to my thirtieth birthday party. It was only then I realized I wasn't at home, but in a hotel room.
As I turned over he woke up, smiled at me and asked me if I was okay. I didn't really know what to say, so I just nodded. Without saying anything else for a while, he moved up and pushed me downwards. My face leveled at his cock and he thrust forwards sending his cock head in between my lips. I didn't resist, I didn't question why I was allowing him to do it, I just opened my mouth and let him slide his erection over my tongue.
Sucking on his cock, I began to feel a whole lot better. It was if he was offering me an antidote to my hangover and I took it, or more to the point I gave him it. A blow job that is. As far as I knew and was concerned, it was my first ever, but I later found out his cock was very familiar to me. And not just my mouth.
He came in my mouth holding my head firmly forcing me to accept his cum. Then without mentioning anything, he got up and entered the shower. By the time he walked back into the bedroom area, I was sat with a robe on and was making us both coffee. Only then did he speak, telling me I was a fantastic fuck and he'd love to see me again. It took a few seconds to understand what he'd just implied, and when I did register it, I asked him to explain. Getting his phone out, he showed and let me watch a fifteen minute segmented video of us having gay sex. At first I was sucking on his cock, and licking his balls and ass. Then it cut to him being behind me and me encouraging him to fuck me harder. Which by the looks of the footage, he certainly did. The last part similar to waking up earlier, was me accepting his cum down my throat, as he tossed himself off above me as I lay beneath him.
I sat there astounded I'd been so accommodating and so into gay sex. Yet it was there on his phone and by my actions when I'd awoken. Did it mean I was gay, did it mean I would say yes to his query about seeing me again. The answer to those questions is, yes I have seen him again for sex, and yes it means my sexual orientation has definitely changed.
Although being married, I have had to mask my sheer delight at being fucked each time, by such a horny and ever willing increasingly demanding fuck buddy. It also helps I've known him all my life.