Tom's day

Tom tried to go about his usual business. Work was work and he performed it automatically.

His thoughts repeatedly drifted to the night before. He couldn't stop thinking about his reaction to being penetrated. He enjoyed. More than that, he came. He came hard.

He tried to reason that it was his wife after all. But it was still a cock. A gorgeous, delicious-looking hard cock.

"My God," he thought, " I just thought that without even being aware. A hard cock? Gorgeous? Delicious?" HE WAS SUCCUMBING TO THE MAJESTY OF COCKS!

He tried to divert his attention by going on the Internet. At first, he researched a couple things for work. Then he looked up husbands who suddenly love cock. The results popped up with sissification and feminization. He immediately went to turn off the laptop. Whether it was an accident or something subconscious, he hit a key instead. The Seven Stages of Sissy popped up. He shut the laptop.

Tom needed a drink. And to think about this.

His wife was supposed to change not him.

He drove a little ways further from his usual hang outs. He didn't want to run into anybody he knew. He needed to be alone to think.

He found a small quaint bar with windows shuttered in an industrial area. Nobody will know me here he thought.

He wandered in and ordered a beer. He just stared into the mirror behind the bar for a few minutes. Then he started to noticed the other men in the bar. More specifically his eyes were drawn to the crotches. He started to wonder what their cocks looked like. How big. How thick. Hairy or shaved. His mouth went dry and he ordered another beer. He kept on sneaking looks at the bulges in the jeans and pants. He unconsciously was licking his lips. He drank another beer.

Soon he was very obviously stealing glances at the hidden cocks. He was focused at imagining what was inside those pants. His own dick was getting hard. He reached into his pants to rearrange his hardening cock.

He had to admit cocks were wonderful. The fucking his wife gave him rammed may be removed heterosexuality. At least made him bisexual now.

"God, what I would give to suck a cock right now," he thought. But he didn't think it. He said it out loud. The beers had loosened his tongue.

A tall, clean shaven blonde man sidled up next to him.

"What did you say?" he asked.