Taking the Plunge Ch 2

It took a moment for me to realize where I was when I woke up. I could feel my piss hard pressing into the gap at the top of Marge’s legs. Before I was fully awake I snuggled closer.

The fog of sleep cleared and I became aware that I was in a hotel room snuggled up to Paul, not my wife. The events of last night came rushing back with crystal clarity. I had had sex with Paul. He had seduced me and turned me on to the pleasures of sucking his cock.

Before last night I had no idea I could be turned on by a man the way I was by him. Remembering what I had done I felt no shame. On the contrary, I was glad he had seduced me. I was amazed by how easily I had slipped into the role of Paul’s lover. I asked myself, “Was it just the highly charged erotic situation I found myself in last night or had I really subconsciously wanted to suck his dick? Why did I like it so much?”

Pushing those thoughts aside I rolled away from Paul and got out of bed to take a shower and get ready for work. I left Paul sleeping, figuring to wake him after I showered. Standing under the hot water of the shower I thought about what I had done just a few short hours ago.

An image of Paul’s beautiful cock flashed through my mind. I remembered the thickness of it as I struggled to take it in my mouth the first time. I remembered the taste of his cum. I felt my dick expanding as it hardened. I absently stroked myself thinking about how much I had enjoyed sucking his cock.

The shower door opened and Paul stepped in with me. He looked at my hard-on and smiled. “Good morning, Tom. Did you sleep well?” He put a hand on my hard dick and used the other to gently push me against the shower wall. He surprised the hell out of me when he planted his lips on mine and kissed me.

Then I surprised myself when I returned his kiss. Another first for me. I had never kissed a man before, but here I was pressing my lips to his. I opened my mouth when I felt his tongue on my lips. Our tongues wrapped around each other as we kissed passionately. When Paul ended the kiss I was breathless. He dropped his head to my chest where he sucked on my right nipple. I felt his hand stroking my dick, gently massaging it.

My voice was shaky when I replied. “I-I slept very well thank you.” Paul’s tongue on my nipple and his hand on my dick was making my knees weak. As much as I wanted him to continue I knew the timing was wrong. I panted, “Paul, you need to stop. I don’t think we have time for any fooling around this morning. We can’t be late to meet with the project manager first thing today. Okay?”

He answered me by releasing my nipple and trailing his lips down my body as he sank to his knees. He put the head of my dick in his mouth. The heat of his mouth melted my resistance away. The sensation of his hot mouth on my dick felt as good this morning as it had last night. I sighed and rested my hands lightly on his head as he gave me a fantastic blow job. It took less time than I thought to get me off.

When I finished cumming Paul released me from his mouth and said, “Now get out of here and let me shower. I need something more substantial for breakfast before we head to the job site.”

He laughed and patted my ass as I stepped out of the shower.

As I dried off I thought about Marge and wondered how I was going to tell her. My only regret was still the fact that I had cheated on her. The bad part was that I knew I was going to be cheating all week. The last few minutes in the shower had proved that. Remembering those few minutes my dick started to get hard again so I had to make myself think about the job we were here to do. By the time Paul came out of the shower I was dressed and had myself under control.

As we were leaving the room it occurred to me to mess up the undisturbed bed. I was perfectly fine with sleeping with Paul, but I guess the heterosexual side of me wasn’t quite ready to tell the world that I had a gay side too. I made a mental note to disturb that bed every day.

After a quick breakfast we drove to the airport to meet with the project manager. He went over the job and explained the time constraints involved. By nine o’clock we were fully briefed, had ordered the materials we needed to accomplish the job and were prepping the site. The day seemed like it went on forever. It was hard for me to concentrate on the job at hand when all I could think about was the night before and what we would be doing later that evening. Finally the work day ended and we headed back to the hotel.

I don’t remember much about the short trip. At first we engaged in small talk as Paul drove. During a lull in conversation my mind drifted to thoughts of what we would be doing again that night. I was as excited by those thoughts as I had ever been heading out on a first date.

I jumped a little and my eyes flew open when I felt Paul’s hand on my thigh. He laughed and shook my leg. “Hey, wake up man. We are at the hotel.” I hadn’t been asleep, but I guess I had closed my eyes while enjoying the images of Paul; naked before me with his thick cock in my hand. I adjusted my hard-on as I got out of the truck so I could walk through the hotel lobby to the elevators.

In our room, Paul flopped down on his bed and I went in to take a shower. I was just rinsing the soap off me when Paul opened the shower door and stepped in. I let him get under the water to get wet.

He stepped forward and I had the bar of soap in my hand ready to lather him up. I started with his chest, then both arms.

My heart raced as my soapy hands caressed his body. I turned him around and soaped his back and buttocks. His ass was really firm under my hands as I massaged it. I couldn’t help but compare his hard toned body to my wife’s soft supple curves. I liked the feel of both their bodies under my hands.



I slid my hand through his ass crack and across his asshole as I lathered him. He moaned and spread his legs a little, inviting me to continue. I kneeled down and soaped the back of his legs, then turned him to face me again. I soaped his balls and cock; paying extra attention to his cock. The silky smooth feeling of his soap covered cock was so sensuous as I stroked it.

When he was fully hard I told him to rinse off. As the soap disappeared I put my lips around the head of his cock. I liked the feel of it in my mouth. His thickness was easier to take this time. I was getting used to sucking his cock. It was exhilarating to hear Paul moan as I circled the head with my tongue.



Paul put his hands on the sides of my head and held me still. He started flexing his hips causing his cock to piston in and out of my mouth. Paul was fucking my face and I loved it. It aroused me that he had taken control. I took my hand off his cock and gently massaged his balls.

Paul moaned his pleasure. I could taste the pre-cum, so sweet and silky, leaking from the tip. He was careful not to gag me as he increased the speed of his cock pumping into my mouth.

I was anticipating his hot cum exploding from his cock when he moaned and stopped moving. With just the head of his cock between my lips I felt the head swell and then the first stream of cum erupted from it. I loved the taste as it filled my mouth. Paul shot three or four streams of cum as he orgasmed. I savored the taste of the last spurts as I tongued the tip of his cock looking for the last dregs of the silky fluid.

Paul stepped back from me and pulled me up to stand with him. This time it felt natural when he kissed me. Our tongues intertwined and I knew he could taste his cum. It thrilled me to share it with him. Our cocks were pressing against each other as he pressed my back against the shower wall. Paul broke the kiss and smiling, said, “It’s my turn.” He started to slip to his knees.

Deciding to give him a little payback, I stopped him. “No. That was for this morning.” As I opened the shower door and stepped out I laughed and said, “Now get showered. I’m starved for some real food.”



We used the hotel restaurant again for the convenience. The food was great but I struggled to eat. All I could think about was sucking Paul’s fat cock again. This whole experience was new to me and I couldn’t get enough of it. It reminded me of the way I felt in the beginning of every sexual relationship in the past. That it was the first time with a man seemed to heighten the excitement.

As we finished the meal I tried to think about anything else but Paul. I needed to get his cock off my mind so mine would deflate enough to make it possible for me to walk out of the restaurant without being embarrassed. I paid the bill and that task helped divert my thoughts sufficiently.

On the way through the lobby Paul asked, “What about going into the lounge for a beer or two, Tom?” I was in no mood for beer. The only thing I wanted to drink was his hot cum. “ Nah, let’s skip the lounge tonight.”

Paul had a wicked smile on his face that told me he knew exactly what I wanted. I succeeded in not embarrassing myself as we made our way to the elevators and back upstairs. Once in our room Paul turned on the TV and lay on his bed. How appropriate; the screen filled with the image of a woman sucking a man’s huge cock.

The contrast between his dark skin and her paleness was very erotic. She double handed his shaft as she sucked on the head of his massive cock; her red lipstick a splash of color between them.