As a recap, I was in Seattle for an interview with a major software company. I had visited a men’s clothing store in town to buy a pair of casual pants for a meeting with my agent. The store owner was a man named Jeffrey, a middle-aged, attractive gay man. At the time, I was one hundred percent heterosexual, but his actions made me wonder about my sexuality.

I bought the pants and shirt and wandered back to my hotel, somewhat in a daze. Part jet lag, and a major part, of what I just experienced in Jeffrey’s small men's shop. I asked myself, was Jeffrey seducing me? Looking at the bag with my old shirt and pants, I knew this was not a dream.

I couldn’t get Jeffrey out of my mind, and the thought of him made my cock hard. The thought of sex with a man was not of interest to me, yet I wondered why I was intrigued.

That night, when I needed to get rest before my interview, I saw Jeffrey in my dreams and found myself aroused. I masturbated twice with his vision in my mind. In the morning, I composed myself and went to the interview.

The next morning, I had a free day, I was not flying out until the next morning, I wandered by Jeffrey’s store, but it was closed. I felt I needed some closure, but none was offered. I returned to New Jersey and over time, what happened, or almost happened in Seattle faded away.

The story was true, up to this point. I now offer a fantasy, asking, what if the store was open, and I went back inside?  
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As I walked down the street towards Jeffrey’s Men’s Shop, I asked myself, why? Was I seeking closure or maybe I was curious about being with him? I knew of bi-curious men, but until now, this was not me. Yet here I was near his store, wearing the same pants and shirt I purchased two days before.

I found myself outside his store, looking at the display windows. Why did I enter his store in the first place, since I am more of a GAP or chain store man?  His window had a nice display, but his clothing looked costly. Perhaps it was the jet lag or was it my destiny?

I must have looked like an idiot, standing there, frozen in place looking at the displays. I did not notice Jeffrey standing at his door, smiling.

He opened the door and asked, “Good to see you Stephen, are you interested in another pair of pants or shirt?”

It was decision time, should I make an excuse and run away, or should I enter his store and see what happens? I thought it might lead to nothing but another pair of nice pants.

While I stood there, clearly undecided, he asked me, “How did the interview go, Stephen.”

Something in the way he asked, and how he remembered why I was in town, made me walk towards him and reply, “It was a long and brutal interview, I was mentally and physically beat afterward.”

He suggested, “Come in and have some coffee or I could make up some mimosas.”

I replied, “Coffee will be fine, thank you.”

He brought me one of the best cups of coffee and reminded me, that this is Seattle, the home of great coffee. His voice was soothing and soft, and I was feeling at ease. He told me he just got some new shirts and pants in, and he could offer me a good discount, as a loyal customer.

I remember he mentioned he had several straight men who were loyal repeat customers.

I told him, "I would like to see what you suggest for me."

Jeffrey had a better sense of style than my wife, and me. I always heard the stereotype that gay men had a high degree of style and class. Maybe this wasn’t a stereotype, as Jeffrey had a good eye for style.

He selected a pair of pants and a shirt and said these would enhance your strong legs and bring out those captivating blue eyes. I was never flattered in a chain store, if anything, Jeffrey was a good salesperson. I noticed that, to this point, I was not sexually turned on, Jeffrey was being charming, that was all. I felt fully at ease, and thoughts that he had trying to seduce me before were incorrect. Or so I thought.

I finished my coffee, and he suggested I try the clothes, and that he would be right back.

I walked to the dressing room and noticed that Jeffrey walked over to the door. I entered the large room, with the large mirror. There was soft jazz playing, amazing that I never noticed the music before. As I went to close the door, Jeffrey stepped in, he had a different shirt. He said this one might be a better fit.

Yet, he didn’t leave, and I felt a stirring in my loins, and when he said, “Let me help, let's take off this shirt.”

My head was shouting out warnings, and yet I was frozen, a combination of fear and anticipation. My cock began to get twinge, and I became intrigued as if I was watching a seduction in a movie. The difference, I was the co-star in this movie, apparently rated x. He unbuttoned my shirt, slowly, with his soft warm fingers touching my chest.

When he had the shirt undone, he caressed my chest and softly said, “I love the feel of your chest, Stephen, but you are tense.”

Yet he continued to caress my chest and went on, saying, “Do my hands feel nice, Stephen?”

I replied, “Jeffrey, just I never had a man touch my body before.”

He replied, “I know that sir, should I stop?”

He switched to sir, and he was giving me a chance to bail out of this movie. Once again, it was decision time, but my cock overruled my brain, and I said, “Your touch feels wonderful.”

He replied, “The best was yet to come, sir, relax and let me handle things.”

He went on, “Some of my straight customers think about some gorgeous blonde, that will not offend me.”

There it was, he had seduced straight men before and they were repeat customers. He didn’t wait for a reply, as he turned me, facing the mirror, and he was pressing his body gently against my back. I had a good view of Jeffrey as he continued to feel my chest and lightly kiss my neck. I admitted to myself, this felt good.

He lightly pinched my nipples, and I felt a pleasure course through my body and noticed my cock was getting hard, straining against my pants. Jeffrey’s movements were slow and precise, he knew where to touch me next, and was not in a hurry.

He removed my shirt and took a moment to place it on a hangar. In the brief moment he was hanging up my shirt, I found that I missed his touch. What was happening to me? I didn’t fully know, but I liked it.

He ran his hands down my chest, still standing behind me, and then slid his hands under the pants, as he did when he was checking the fit, two days prior. Yet, this time he was moving his hands slower and deeper. When he was above my crotch, he lingered, feeling the head of my cock, which was trying to push its way out of the tightening pants.

I was watching all of this in the mirror and occasionally would see his face. His eyes met mine, he smiled before returning to kissing my neck. I didn’t know what I should be doing, my hands were by my side useless. Should I be doing something in return, besides feeling this new and incredible pleasure?

He returned to my chest and said, “Are you enjoying my service, sir? Should I continue?”

At times, when a lover was feeling submissive, they reverted to using the term sir. Jeffrey was submissive but was I the dominant partner?

I replied, trying to show some dominance, “Yet Jeffrey, please continue.”

He smiled at my weak attempt to be dominant.

He replied, “I can tell you’re a man who likes to be in control. You will know when, for now, I am at your service, sir.”

He returned to his attentive service; I could see why he had a loyal following. He continued to nuzzle and kiss my neck as his hands felt around my crotch. He was careful not to touch my cock, he was an expert at seduction. I wanted to take his hand and press it against my cock, but he had a plan, and my role was to be patient and enjoy his seduction.

His hands were now caressing my hips and soon, he stepped back and was feeling my buttocks. He commented how firm my ass felt, as he reached under, between my legs but again, not touching my aching balls and cock.

He asked me if I was ready.

I replied, "Ready, for what?"

He didn’t wait for my reply, as his hands reached for the pants zipper, tugging gently and then he undid the snap. My cock, beyond hard, was feeling a sense of relief and he lowered my pants. I looked down and my cockhead was uncovered in my white underpants.

In the mirror, I could see the outline of my hard cock, as I stepped out of the pants. He remained behind me, slipping his hands over my underwear.

He commented, “Why do you straight men wear this tight underwear?”

He continued, “Remind me to show you my selection of nicer underwear.”

I laughed, “Jeffrey, the consummate salesperson.”

He ignored my comment and for good reason, he slid my underpants off. I was standing nude, with a gay man behind me with my hard cock in his hand. What was happening to me?

He commented, “I like your sexy cock, sir.”

He went on, saying, “Such a wonderful cockhead and thick shaft, I am going to enjoy your cock, sir.”

He was stroking my cock slowly with one hand and began to fondle my balls with the other. Seeing my cock managed in the mirror was overwhelming. I spread my legs slightly, as I was having problems standing. He reached under my balls and felt a finger probing my rectum. He pressed his finger in, and I thought I would climax right then. He sensed this as well and withdrew his finger.

I must have shown some disappointment, but he assured me, the best was yet to come.

He stepped back and quickly began to undress. I took this opportunity to reach for my cock, which demanded attention, but he stopped me.

He told me, “Let me sir, just enjoy my service.”

I felt useless, but at the same time, I was receiving a high level of new pleasure. I released my cock and now he was standing nude, still behind me. I looked in the mirror and he stepped to one side briefly so I could see his hard smooth-shaven cock, similar in length with a smaller cut cockhead. He was smooth all over, not a hair in sight except his head.

I thought, “I am looking at Jeffrey’s naked body and finding that I was attracted to him.”

A strange new feeling, what was happening to me?

He pressed close to me again, still behind me, so I could watch his movements in the mirror. He moved his hard cock between my legs, under my rectum. I could see his hard cockhead under my cock. He was stroking my shaft and fondling my balls once again, but this time, he was gyrating his hips against my buttocks.

I had a momentary fear rush through my head, was he going to anally fuck me? I was not ready for this, but didn’t want him to stop his motion or break the mood.

Then I felt a strong twinge in my balls and knew I was soon going to climax. I forgot about the potential of being taken anally by this attractive man. He sensed I was going to climax, the second time he slowed the pace and told me, “Don’t come yet, the best was still to come.”

He backed away and turned me so that I could still see the mirror, and then stood in front of me. With no warning, he kissed me, deeply and with such passion. I felt his tongue dart in my mouth probing for mine. It must have been instinct; I moved my tongue to meet his. Finally, something to do with my hands, I held his naked body, pulling him closer.

Then he stopped and dropped to his knees, his face inches from my extended cock. He looked up at me and told me, “Keep your eyes open and feel free to hold my head, show me who is boss, sir”

Up to that moment, Jeffrey was the boss. I reached for his head and pulled him closer until I felt my beyond-aching cock touch his wet lips. I treated him as I do with my wife or lovers, holding his head tight as began to gyrate my hips. My cock went into his mouth deep and he took it effortlessly. He seemed to get turned on by my dominance, where I usually get protests.

He reached for my balls and his other hand found my rectum and was caressing my hole. I was fucking his mouth, lost in an overwhelming passion. His tongue moved skillfully along my shaft and over and around my cockhead. The two of us were in a sexual frenzy, like the finale of a fireworks show. He didn’t care how hard I pressed his head on my cock, but I sensed he was ready to take my hot come, his finger pressed into my rectum. He swirled his finger while fondling my balls, and neither of us could stop my climax. My cock pulsated and with each shot, he moaned and held my balls coaxing as much seed as I could give him.

When I was finished feeding his willing mouth, he stopped and looked up at me. He opened his mouth, his tongue was covered with my white, hot gooey seed. Then he swallowed and showed me his clean tongue. That was another first for me, seeing my come in another person's mouth, and it was a man's mouth.

My legs wobbled underneath me, as Jeffrey stood and led me to a comfortable couch. I leaned back as he rested between my legs, licking the last remnants of my strong climax.

He looked up at me and asked, “How was that Stephen, did I meet your expectations.”

He added, "You have a nice, sweet taste, you can feed me any time, Stephen."

I admitted this was the best sex that I had and was still amazed it was with another man. I realized he hadn’t come yet and asked him if I should stroke his cock. I was resistant to the thought of taking his cock in my mouth. Earlier, when passions were running hot, I might have done this for him. He told me not to worry, he will come soon.

He looked at me and asked if I was in a hurry. I realized we were in the heat of passion for close to two hours, and yet it wasn’t even noon. I told him my flight wasn’t until the next morning, and I was meeting my agent for drinks after dinner. He smiled and asked if I would like a mimosa.

Still naked, he made us wonderful mimosas. I wondered why no one entered the store, and realized he had locked the door, and displayed the closed sign. Seeing Jeffrey walking around his store naked, I wondered how many other straight men had been on the couch.

We toasted, “To new experiences, Mr. Straight Man.”

He added, “Don’t worry, you won’t turn gay.”

But he added with a grin, “You really should.”

He cuddled into me on the couch, and I found I was stroking his cock, while he stroked mine.

He poured more of the highly alcohol-based mimosas, and between sips, his hand was beginning to re-awaken my cock. He looked at me, his face was even more attractive to me now, and said, “The best is yet to come.”

And his seduction began again, and I was ready for more.