For A Few Months I Lived Out A Gay Fantasy

I was assigned to integrate an acquisition. I had an apartment and an office. I had the call on expenditures, and contracts and big ticket stuff. The President of the company stayed on during the transition. I met with him daily, he wanted out as soon as possible so he passed on everything he could to me.

I started to day dream that I wanted to kiss him. He was in his sixties and I was in my forties. It was the first time I had these fantasies. But they were real and occupied my mind. I began to masturbate heavily in my apartment. I had dreams of making love with him, or of him making love to me. Those dreams became more and more intense. I wanted him to make love to me. But those dreams were unfulfilled and I had to focus on my job, he wasn't going to be there that much longer and it was my job to get as much from his as I could.

Near the apartment that I used was a pizza parlor. I could walk to it, it was a few blocks. Usually I ordered pizza and it was delivered, but that night I walked over and sat in the restaurant to eat. The waiter, a guy in his thirties, was obviously gay. Down to his tight shorts. My eyes were drawn to his bulge and he called me out for it, 'my eyes are up here sweetheart'. That night I fantasized about letting his cock out of his shorts and making love to his penis. I resorted to my computer to get penis pictures and I went to sleep after having masturbated hard.

I started going to the pizza parlor at least once or twice a week. I always sat in the section of the waiter. He called me sweetheart and I called him John. When he put his hand on my shoulder as he walked past, I felt a warmth I had never felt before. When he touched my face and told me I had missed a little when I shaved, I felt more of that warmth. When he stood beside me and lifted my head with a finger on my chin 'my eyes are up here sweetheart' I was totally crushed.

During those few moments when you can have a one minute talk I told him about my assignment and that it was hell being alone in a stark rented furniture apartment. My thoughts about the departing President were no longer alive. John told me about this showing of a friend of his at this restaurant in the very bowels of gay town and said he was going, maybe we could meet up. He introduced me to his friends as his straight and very hung up friend from the pizza parlor. He told me I was straight, I was lonely, but straight. He was gay.

He went back to my apartment with me, to see if it was really that bad. No pictures on the walls, just bare rental furniture. He agreed to help me out, it involved walking down the path, sucking him, holding penis in my hand, kissing, and of course laying on the bed naked and 'making love'. He told me that his role was to 'fuck', my role was 'getting fucked'. Was I ok with that. I was, my fantasy of being made love to was real and we had sex. He assured me I was still straight. There is nothing gay about you, he told me. Nada amigo. But he fucked me anyway and we became sexual partners, without any strings attached.

I didn't need to masturbate and I didn't need the internet. I was making love to a real penis, kissing with a real man, being 'sweetheart' and having him fuck. OK, so maybe there is a little gay in you, but you are not gay. I loved to make love to his penis. And be his sweetheart when he took over to make love.

The acquisition was integrated, as usual it takes a several months until you find the right man to take over. We found the right man to take over and I gave up my apartment and went on to other projects. From time to time, like now, I think about those months when I was 'gay' and 'sweetheart' and made love with a man. I miss it, the sex part. Now it's the internet where I fantasize.