Author’s Note

This is the third in a series of unrelated stories about straight men discovering their submissiveness when they have gay sex for the first time. Previous titles are ‘The Caretaker’ and ‘His Model.’

“Where the hell is Cesar?”

Jake Weiker stalked through the back of the store toward the lumber yard. He had a big order to fill and he wasn’t going to do it alone.

“I think he went on break,” Sally said, nodding toward the back exit.

He was always going on break, Jake was thinking, knowing it was hyperbole. Cesar Tronco was his best associate. Well, his only one now, but they made a good team and Cesar had suggested to Jake that he should ask Bill for a raise instead of filling the second associate position.

“You and me, we can handle it by ourselves,” he had petitioned. “Don, all he did was stand around and supervise,” he had said, referring to Jake’s predecessor.

Cesar liked Jake. He had kept himself in good shape for an older guy and actually enjoyed the physical labor almost as much as Cesar did. But Cesar knew a lot more than Jake ever would and was still bitter about being passed over for the leader role.

Jake found Cesar where he expected: back of the yard behind the two-by-tens. He could smell the weed. Cesar often took smoke breaks. Jake didn’t mind; it was legal here in Colorado, though it was against company policy. But it didn’t affect his work. If anything, it helped him keep his positive attitude. Cesar often invited Jake, but Jake had quit thirty years ago when he joined the Air Force.

Cesar was standing, facing the fence, and turned at the sound of Jake’s boots on the gravel. He had been taking a piss on the weeds beyond the fence and was just shaking the last drops off the foreskin of his long, thick cock. “Hey, boss,” he said as he tucked his cock away and zipped up.

The glimpse of cock-flesh took Jake by surprise. It was unexpected; it had never happened before. But it was also disturbing; Jake had what you’d have to call an emotional reaction. It puzzled him, this sudden interest. Was it just the prodigious size of the organ? Or was it the way Cesar had to almost wrestle with it to fit it into his pants? Jake only knew that he wanted to see more of it.

Later, he would replay the scene in his mind and imagine getting a real close look. He wanted to touch it. He lay in bed that night beside his sleeping wife and fantasized, letting his imagination flow and feeling his dick swell and throb.

It was weird. Because he felt different around Cesar now. He had never considered Cesar’s feelings before; he just told him what to do. But now Jake found himself wanting Cesar to like him. He couldn’t help thinking about that big cock. Maybe, if they were friends, Cesar would let him see it? Or maybe even touch it!

Those fantasies of Jake’s were becoming increasingly frequent and distinctly gay, Jake decided, so he suppressed them. He determined to revive some sexuality in his marriage, but Maribeth really wasn’t interested.

They had sex one night later that week, but it hadn’t been very satisfying. Maribeth got impatient with his foreplay and then just lay there under him as he fucked her with diminishing ardor until he finally made himself cum by picturing Cesar offering his cock to suck.

No way was he a cocksucker! So, once again, he resolved to stop thinking about it altogether. Until the day everything changed. Cesar was going on break. “Hey, boss, I’m going for a smoke. Wanna come?”

And this time Jake said, “Sure.” He followed Cesar out to the back of the yard, to the secluded spot sheltered by tall stacks of lumber. They sat side by side on a protruding shelf of two-by-twelves.

Cesar lit up a joint, took a deep toke, and handed it to Jake. They passed it back and forth several times before Jake started to feel the effects coming on and refused, remembering how long it took sometimes to take full effect.

Cesar took a couple more tokes before he extinguished the joint and put it away in his pocket. Jake watched the way the smoke curled around Cesar’s head in the hot, windless air. He was definitely buzzed.

He also noticed how Cesar’s chest expanded, held, and then relaxed as he exhaled. His eyes wandered down to the bulge in Cesar’s jeans. He unconsciously licked his lips. He felt his own cock stir. He felt the marijuana high, still familiar after so many years. It reminded him of his teenage years; how he used to masturbate whenever he got high alone.

Cesar must have been feeling something similar, because he said, “The only downside to this is how horny it makes me.” He laughed as he checked Jake’s reaction. Jake looked stoned. He was staring at Cesar’s crotch.

Cesar grinned. He grabbed his bulge; it had grown, extending visibly down his left pantleg. “Real horny. Especially lately. My wife is having trouble with her pregnancy and we’ve had to lay off for a while.” He was sliding his hand up and down the whole length of the shape in his jeans.

Jake was mesmerized. Stoned and aroused, he watched; his eyes followed Cesar’s hand, just inches away, as it slid over the denim-covered shaft. He wanted to feel it. He groped his own bulge instead and moaned.

“Yeah. I forgot about that,” he said, rearranging his stiffening cock. His eyes remained fixed on Cesar’s bulge as he squeezed his own. Cesar noticed that he licked his lips again.

“Hey, man,” Cesar said, getting to his feet, “You don’t mind if I just relieve the pressure, do you?” He opened his fly and started reeling out his stiffening hose. “Why don’t you join me?” He stood, legs spread a little, with his huge, hard cock standing straight at a fort-five degree angle.

Jake stared at the magnificent tool in wonder. “Oh,” he said, surprise having rendered him quite inarticulate. “I, uh ... I’ve never...” Cesar’s foreskin was pulled back, revealing a well shaped helmet oozing a teardrop of shiny precum.

Cesar laughed and slid his foreskin back along the length of his thick shaft. “What, you’ve never jacked off?” He evidently thought that was hilarious, because he burst into a fit of giggles, grinning ear to ear.

Giggles are highly contagious under certain conditions, and Jake ‘s condition was ripe. It was funny, the idea of never having masturbated. When Jake managed to quell his giggling fit, he said, “Not with other dudes!” And that made him laugh again.

“Never had a circle jerk?” Cesar said, stroking faster. “We used to do it all the time.”

“Was that in Mexico?” Jake asked. Who did that? he wondered. It sounded so alien.

Cesar laughed even louder. “No, man, I grew up in New Jersey!”

And Jake laughed too. He was still sitting, rubbing his clothed cock. Cesar noticed that his eyes were still fixed on his cock.

Cesar turned so that he was directly in front of Jake. His cock was practically in Jakes face. “You can watch me if you don’t want to join in.”

The proximity made Jake nervous. He licked his lips again. He was excited, his nerves were getting jangly. He felt lightheaded.

Cesar was digging Jake’s reaction. It made his dick feel even bigger to be admired. That’s how it looked to him, like Jake was attracted to it. Cesar had seen that before: guys who wanted his cock.

He brandished it, holding it at the base, showing it off a little, emphasizing its length. Jake’s eyes followed its motion, captivated.

“Do you like my cock?” Cesar asked softly.

Jake didn’t answer, but his breath caught. His eyes widened, his pupils dilated. His mind was blank, empty save for The Cock. It filled his consciousness, crowding out other thoughts.

Cesar saw it. He didn’t think either, but instinctively pressed his advantage. He flexed his hips forward and brushed his cockhead lightly against Jake’s lips, leaving a smear of precum.

The touch was electric. Not shocking, but energizing; like a flipped switch, it activated a response in Jake. He licked his lips, quite consciously this time, and tasted Cesar’s nectar, slick and salty. It was good! It sparked another reaction. He extended his tongue to taste the broad cockhead, still so near, swiping the tip and swirling underneath, where more precum was collecting.