Unexpected but not unwelcome

After cleaning themselves off, the two men had parted ways after their backroom escapades. Simon had offered to let Oliver stay the night at his apartment, but Oliver had declined, wanting some space to process the nights events. He’d stumbled into his apartment and collapsed face first onto the bed, still dressed in clothes heavy with the scent of tequila and Simon’s cologne.

Blearily opening his eyes to the steaming sunlight, Oliver’s thoughts were unexpectedly tranquil.

Welp… can’t say I would have predicted how that all played out.

The image of Simon standing above him, thrusting into Oliver’s mouth and spraying cum down his throat flashed across his mind. Rolling over on the table, his hips rising to meet Simon’s dominant claiming of his anal virginity. Licking his own cum off of Simon’s chest…

Pulling himself up to sit cross legged, Oliver knew that the balance of his life was significantly different than where it had been a day ago. Was he gay? Oliver weighed the thought as if it was an object in his hand, examining every curve and facet of the idea like a jeweler with a precious stone. He knew he was still attracted to women, picturing Tori’s gorgeous frame. But he had never cum harder in his life than with Simon. Idle daydreams of how to further explore his newfound bisexuality drifted through Oliver’s mind.

With how dry this summer has been, guess I’ve got to make up for lost time.