All parties are over 18, I was late 30s and my friend was in his 40s, both happily married.

So after the initial encounter, I sort of brushed it off although he made it clear that if I ever wanted to play again he was ready to go. The biggest reason for not doing anything again, I just didn’t have any desire. Sex life with the wife was great, we were pretty adventurous and just had fun with it.

So for the next 5-6 months nothing happened, although I did find that when I was hung over the memory of what happen really did turn me on and the idea of doing something more was appealing. The problem was timing, it’s hard to plan being hungover.

Every summer we both participated in a group golf trip. Usually 16-24 guys would pick a location and play Fri, Sat and Sun. Since we were friends we usually ended up sharing a room, this was the first time after the incident and I was a little hesitant, but didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.

First day we all met at the first course, played 36 holes, then while we were relaxing after having drinks the weather became the big topic. Forecast for Saturday was nothing but rain so a number of decided to stay out late and have some fun. We all drank too much… back to room and I was asleep the minute my head hit the pillow.

Sure enough, woke up and it was a downpour. Weather channel was already on the tv and it was clear we weren’t golfing A group text was started and we decided to meet up later in the day to hit the casino.

As I showered he ordered coffee from room service, finished my shower and we relaxed on covered patio having an Irish coffee and shooting the shit. We started talking about our sex lives, he knew ( i had told him years before) that the wife I enjoyed pegging, my natural dominant tendencies tend to fade when the wife has me bent over and I liked that on occasion.

He mentioned the boat trip and I told him how I felt,that once in a while the memory was exciting. This peaked his interest and being hungover… we moved inside and I watched him slide his shirt and shorts off. He turned on a adult movie and said we have a few hours let’s enjoy ourselves.

I just stood there and he got back up, moved behind me and pressed up against me. He slid my shorts off, then my shirt. I felt his cock pressing against me and it brought back the memory from months ago. This time I reached back and felt him. Giving him a few pumps and felt my cock get fully hard.

He moved around in front and moved to kiss me, I backed away. Kissing just felt very gay and I wanted no part of that. He got the idea and slipped down to his knees. For the next few minutes he gently gave me some great oral.

We moved to the bed and inlet him continue to explore my cock and ass. I admitted it felt great and encouraged him.

As he stroking and sucking me, he started to talk dirty. Asking me if I liked it, did I jack off to the memory of getting fucked, if I thought Of him when the wife was pegging me. I was so excited I admitted that I did.

He stopped and I watched him move across the room to the big chair. He sat down and told me to come over. I hated myself for getting up but I didn’t. Without another word I knelt down between his legs. For the first time I was about to actively do something gay. The last I could excuse it as I was passive but this was active.

I took him in my mouth. Realizing I was know a cocksucker. Sort of thinking about all the times we jokingly called each other that. I did what I liked, using my hand a lot and sucking the head. I must have been good because in short order he jerked and came in my mouth. I had tasted my own cum during sex with the wife so the taste was familiar.

I got up and washed the taste out of my mouth. Grabbed a morning beer and laid on the bed.

I was still rock hard when he came over and started to stroke and suck me. He was far more practiced and would always stop as I got close.

He stopped and I watched as he got a tube of lube from the nightstand. He put a massive amount coating his cock, then worked his fingers into me… I found myself pulling my knees back to open myself up even more. He than took position between my legs and slid in. He was a little smaller than the toy and the initial pain faded quickly.

He saw how I responded to being submissive and used that as he talked dirty. I hated how much I loved the feeling. When he leaned down this time I didn’t hesitate and kissed him full on.
He reached down and squeezed and stroked me. My orgasm was fast and intense. Once I relaxed he flipped me over and entered me from behind. I loved being used. I felt like such a bitch, so different from my usual dominant nature.

We cleaned up and met the guys for lunch then hit the casino. Was cool knowing him and I had this secret between us.