"--would love to!" Steve gaped as soon as he heard the words leave his mouth. He wasn't gay! What the fuck!
But this guy did sound hot...maybe he could just give it a chance, and--NO! This was Ty's doing! He must have
planted these thoughts in my head, Steve concluded. But he couldn't speak, and Dan happily replied, "Great!
Meet up at Carlucci's at 9!"
That night, Steve nervously found himself striding into the restaurant. Why was here? He had definitely
decided not to go, but absent-mindedly found himself climb awkwardly into a cab and ask to go. He saw a tall,
attractive man in a slim-cut suit that showed off his fit form sitting alone at a table. He slowly strode
over. "Hi, I'm Steve!" he said, with surprising enthusiasm. "You must be Dan's brother?" The man smiled.
"Chad!" he said, shaking Steve's hand. "Have a seat!"
Steve felt disoriented. He had been on plenty of dates, but never with a man! Still, the conversation went
smoothly, as long as he pretended there was nothing sexual about the situation, that he didn't want to stare
deep into Chad's eyes and feel his rough beard over his--no! Steve shook his head, somehow groggy, and took a
gulp of wine.
"So what do you want for dinner?" Chad asked, to interrupt the temporary silence. "How about you," Steve
growled seductively, even as his mind reeled. Chad's eyes widened, but then he too smiled. "Well, I'm not sure
I can handle all of you in one sitting," he replied. Steve shook, his heart beating fast. He had to shut his
mouth. He couldn't--"Why don't we blow off this meal, and blow each other instead." Steve panicked. Had he
really said that? But the words kept coming: "I may be big, but I don't mind taking the backseat if you know
what I mean." His hands flew over his mouth, but Chad was somehow transfixed under the same spell Ty had cast,
and found Steve irresistible. He just smiled and took Steve's hand, and Steve found himself willingly guided
to the bathroom.
Once there, Chad immediately took Steve's head in his heads and began ferociously making out with him. Steve
went wild as their tongues met, Chad's beard bristly against his face, his hair rubbing against the head of
his dick which, of course, was at head-level. Steve came spectacularly, covering both of them with cum. Then
Chad roughly spun Steve around and began pounding him with a dick that, while not nearly as large as Steve's,
certainly felt to be above average. Steve grunted, unable to form words, and took his own dick into his mouth
as Chad went at him from behind. A half hour passed, an hour, two, until finally Steve came to to find himself
leaning, exhausted, against the wall, Chad's lithe, nude form, just as sweaty and wet as his, leaning against
his massive back, his dick still inside him.