A few months later

It had been a couple of months now since me and J had first hooked up, since I had my first gay experience. It's safe to say it changed my life. My relationship with Katherine remains the same, though I'm beginning to suspect that she knows more than she lets on. Were somewhat sexually active, every once in a while she'll get into a mood and we'll have sex, always quick and rushed, like she trying to get it over with so she can get back to doing anything else. I still enjoy being with her, enjoy touching her, but this urge to go out and sleep with other men has only grown.

Last week I left work early, I had spent all day on my phone, scrolling through the apps trying to find someone I could hook up with. It was like my dick was fully in control over the rest of my body, getting laid was all that I could think about. I had gotten a message from a guy called Mark, he worked from home and was willing to host me for a quickie. When I asked Mark for a picture I had expected an innocent selfie, in stead he'd sent a picture of him bent over a bed, his legs spread, a jock-strap hiding a delicious bulge. His ass looked amazing and it was clear Mark was just as horny as I was. All day he'd been sending me messages about how bad he wanted to drain my balls, how he was going to take me down his throat and worship me. Walking down the street towards his place, which wasn't that far from my work, I had a very difficult time hiding the bulge poking through my jeans.

He lived in a nice little corner house on a quiet street, flowers in the front garden and a low metal gate out front. I pushed the gate open and walked up to the house, taking a deep breath, trying to will my own nervousness away. This always happened right before I was about to do something like this, my whole body would be trying to figure out any excuse why I couldn't go through with it. Again, I managed to ignore them as I pulled out my phone. I texted Mark, "hey, I'm here." After a few seconds of standing out front of his door, trying my best to not look weird to the people walking by, I got a message. "Come on in, the door is open, I'm waiting for you upstairs." This wasn't exactly what I had expected, but my body reacted immediately. My cock throbbed and when I put my hand on the door, I noticed that it was indeed unlocked. I opened it and walked in, a hallway greeted me and a set of stairs lay right before me. I closed the door behind me and headed up the stairs.