The Converting of Colin - Sex Stories

The Converting of Colin

Men. The male species. The things that the boys you went to school with grow up to be. The hunters, the go-getters, the bread-winners. The loud, brash bullies and the quiet, gentle souls. The big ones, the tall ones, the fat ones, the skinny ones, the dumb ones, the jocks, the geeks and the handsome ones. The monogamists, the serial adulterers, the 'Oh My God!' and the 'is that it?', the ones that make the earth move and the ones who can barely manage a pipsqueak. All part of that one, big group that like to be called men. And, as we all know, the men love the ladies. But there is small but growing number of men, I've found, who want to experience sex on the receiving end, but they're not interested in other men. They want to maintain the illusion that they're straight, that they're faithful to their wives and girlfriends. They want to be that regular guy, the manly one who likes nothing better than a few beers with their mates while checking out the girls, making a lewd comment here and a suggestive comment there, while all the time they're thinking about cock. To them, the thought of kissing another man would be quite repugnant, but the thought of sucking on a cock gives them a secret thrill. And the thought of having another's penis inside them, fucking them, makes them experiment with gay porn, crossdressing and sex toys. Some of them even get the urge so strong as to seek out someone who can help. Not their wives or girlfriends (unless they are lucky enough to a woman ...

... who enjoys pegging their man), because they wouldn't understand. No. They want someone like me. And this is what happens when I meet them. ===================================================== I smile as I freshen my lipstick in the ladies toilet, making sure my make-up is flawless before putting it in my clutch bag and heading back out to the lounge of the hotel. Back to where my date is waiting impatiently at our table: Colin, another 'bi-curious' guy that I picked up in an online chat room. Dressed in an inexpensive suit and a tie that his wife no doubt picked out for him, I notice his eyes light up as I approach our table. Just to make sure I get his undivided attention, I slightly accentuate the sway of my hips as I walk, moving my butt from side to side. When I sit back down next to him, I sit close, tucking the material of my dress underneath my ass. Almost absentmindedly, I let my hand rest on his thigh. "That's better," I say in as sexy a voice as I can. I look him square in the eye, waiting for him to be the man he thinks he is by cutting to the chase and suggesting we go back to his room. But even after an hour of small talk and a few drinks for Dutch courage, he's hesitant, still a little unsure. The look in his eyes lets me know that he's out of his comfort zone, and in that split second, we both know he's just transferred the balance of power to me. Except I knew from the second I walked into his hotel that it was always with me, despite his manly posturing. I ...