Head home

After a little small talk, Mike and I went our own separate ways. He had to leave because he was on a softball league with some guys from work, but promised that he would fuck me soon enough.

He had said "no feelings" but I couldn't help have some feelings. I had, afterall, just sucked my best friend's cock and let him blow his load down my throat. I could still taste his cum in my mouth. I wanted more. I craved more. Part of me did want to be broken like one of his "straight" conquests from the bar.

I pulled in the drive and sat there for a minute, pondering my predicament. I could easily go in, eat dinner with Susan and then have her Mike-up and fuck my brains out. Part of me wanted that. Another part of me wanted to go to Mike's softball game, cheer him on and then go back to his place afterwards and congratulate him by letting him have his way with me. Another part just wanted to go in and make love to my wife, no body switching or technology, just good ols fashioned straight fucking.