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Straight Guy

By: Schenkkan



I

Beats of metal blared through the flashing surroundings, and the place reeked of beer.

"You can come to my apartment," Claire said seductively.

Jason could scarcely believe his ears. How could his luck have turned—especially after weeks of attending the same college sophomore class and somehow, being unable to hook up with this beauty? Jason smiled—and felt his cheek dimples. "Are you serious?" 

"Yeah," Claire assured. She turned her oval face toward the birch bar counter, took her goblet, and sipped from the dewy glass.

Jason eyed Claire and ahed like a camel begging for cold water under the noon sun of the Sahara.

Claire set down her glass of clear wine, then slowly swiveled toward Jason. "I am all yours." She grinned girlishly. "There is, however, one catch."

"Anything," Jason said breathlessly.

Jason's short hair was brown as muddy waters, and it fountained back from the top of his somewhat diamond face. 

Claire ran her ballerina fingers through Jason's fine hair. "I'll tell you in my car," she said.

"You're driving?"

"You got a problem with that?" Claire said.

"Nuh-uh," Jason muttered. 

Claire's peach-hued hand took Jason's fallow hand, and she jested him away from the birch counter.

Jason nearly spilled his beer mug. 

* * * *

Like small suns, the lights of the storefront shone upon the chrome of the coupé. Never had the bright-yellow car with the black leather top glistened as intensely as that night—not even on that sunny afternoon when Jason followed Claire from sociology class to the student-union parking lot. The closer Claire and Jason got to the grand touring car, the faster Jason's heart beat. The butterfly-wing passenger doors pivoted up with a low hum, and Claire crossed to the driver's side.

Jason inhaled a gulpful of autumn air. He exhaled tensely and crouched onto his black seat of leather. 

The doors hemmed down, and an ear-ringing silence permeated the inside of the coupé. The interior, in turn, discharged a scent of mint leather, sprayed carpets, and fresh plastic. 

The olfactory flavors brought Jason the image of a triangular tent of yellow. That tent of crumbled plastic his father had given him for his 13th birthday. Now, Jason's pulse raced at the promise of a different present.

Jason stared deeply into Claire's almond orbs.

Claire's hazel irises sparkled like diamonds in a cave.

Maybe it was Claire's childlike innocence that drove Jason bonkers. Or perhaps, it was that Claire didn't look slutty like so many girls on campus. Never had Jason seen a chick whose hair streamed down so gracefully. As if this weren't enough, Claire's auburn hair glistered like the moonlit canvass of a covered wagon. 

Let's fuck right here! Jason said with his irises of honey brown.

Claire led Jason's hand toward the twin hills that awaited under the fuzziness of her amaranth sweater.

Wow! Jason thought, goggle-eyed. The college sophomore was sure that he had the perfect babe beside him—a girl virginally celestial and yet, earthly human. Parched with lust, Jason descended onto Claire's mouth. 

Claire sucked back. 

Jason shut his evenly spaced eyes, and he focused on the bittersweet taste of Claire's lips.

Claire's hair reached to her curved shoulders, and it was soft as lace. Her hair smelled of strawberry shampoo, and the scent combined with the cornstalk aroma of her face. 

The particles tingled Jason's nostrils like a mouthful of fizzing soda, flitted down his throat, and pricked the skin of his stomach.

Jason sucked harder Claire's thin lips, groped her squishy casabas, and bent his knees toward her bared navel. 

Claire raised Jason's Henley shirt—the curtain of his abdominal stage—to the audience of her fingers. Like the feathers of a parrot, Jason's emerald shirt tickled the skin around his midriff.

Jason tensed his closed eyelids and moaned with the urgency of a wanting-to-pee adolescent.

Like bars of soap, Claire's hands caressed Jason's lean flanks.

Jason hummed long and hard into Claire's mouth. His hormones were so famished that had a microscope magnified them, they would have been squirrels running around in search of nuts to crack.

Claire pulled back!

Jason opened his oval eyes.

"There's someone I want you to meet," Claire said. She glanced toward the rumble seat that somehow hid behind them.

Jason's dark eyes flashed back. "Whoa!" he said, ripping his palms away from Claire's amaranth sweater.

"This is Wesley," Claire said. 

Jason leered at him. "You're that dude from sociology class."

Wesley nodded eagerly. 

The blond had a "boy's haircut." His saucer eyes glittered like stars enlarged in a glossy photograph, and they radiated an angelic beauty. 

Jason frowned suspiciously. "Nice to meet you."

Wesley spoke with the purity of an altar boy. "I'm glad you finally met—outside the classroom." 

"Jason and I got acquainted at that bar," Claire said. With her button nose, she pointed toward the green canopy on their right. 

Like after a breaking wave, silence washed over every cubic space of Jason's surroundings.

The stillness drove Jason mad with irritation, and he felt the impulse to roll down his window, Claire's window, any window. "Is he gonna join us?"

The quiet shattered as if a brick had crashed onto the bright-yellow hood.

"What would make you say that?" Claire said in her thready voice.

"Come on," Jason said, shifting his evenly spaced eyes toward Claire's close-set eyes. "He's waiting for us here." 

"Calm down," Claire said. Gently, she took Jason's hand and placed it on the border between her flower-printed miniskirt and her mildly tanned leg. "You will get to fuck me. But I love Wesley. Whatever he yearns for, I take into consideration."

Jason slid his model's hand away from the silk of Claire's leg. "What are you saying?"

"Before you fuck me, you must let him suck you," Claire said.

Jason puffed a laugh. "You gotta be kidding me."

Claire shook her oval face seriously. 

"What is the world coming to?" Jason protested.

"Wesley's the one who'll be on his knees," Claire said.

"And why would you want to do that?" Jason said, turning abruptly to Wesley.

"Because dudes are awesome," Wesley squibbed. 

The potpourri of outside lights kept rendering Wesley's eyes with a silver glow in the dark. Wesley's boxer shorts were a deep-blue nylon. Every time he twitched a leg, the pinholes of his boxers shimmered like sugar crystals. The dimness where Wesley sat certainly made him more eye-catching.

Jason scowled in befuddlement and glinted over Wesley's legs.

They were firm as mangos and had a tint of pink under the city lights. 

"You queers are messed up," Jason said.

"How so?" Wesley answered.

"Look at you!" Jason yipped. "Your legs, for instance, muscular like a star athlete's. How the hell are straight guys supposed to tell you apart?"

"Ain't that grand?" Claire said excitedly.

"For you, maybe!" Jason replied. "But what about people like me? We're the ones mingling with his kind without knowing it—heck, even becoming buddies with them!"

"Wesley's willing to suck you dry," Claire said in a burst of emotion. "Then, you get to fuck me. What more do you want?"

Why, Jason wondered, did things too-good-to-be-true always have to 

backfire? "I thought I had problems in my hometown," Jason groaned. "But you people from Vancouver are something else." He grit his teeth with the tension of pliers turning the screw of a bicycle. 

Silence advanced through the inside of the coupé like the spaces between the final notes of a loud-and-abusive funk song.

"Fine!" Jason gruffed. He settled back on his black seat of leather. "Let's drive to your apartment."

"Fine!" Claire said. She placed her palm on the glass platform of the ignition scanner.

Like jack-in-the-box, Jason jolted out of his black chair, and he pointed wrathfully at Wesley. "But don't try to pull any funny stuff!"



II

Wesley and Jason stood side by side, and it became obvious that Wesley was about three inches taller than 5' 8" Jason. In unison, however, the young men inhaled the somewhat flowery aroma of the living room, and they eyed Claire. 

A wily grin tiptoed across Claire's face. She pulled her fuzzy sweater of amaranth off. Starting at the bottom, she teasingly unbuttoned the white linen of her crop top. 

Jason ahed with a scorched throat. Wesley mmmed as if Claire were a lump of chocolate fresh out of the oven.

Claire bared the pearl-white of her bra and the small butterflies on its satin.

Jason nodded as though to a catchy tune. "Take 'em off." 

Claire rotated aside like an ice skater in slow motion. Around the back of her crisp-white bra, she twisted her fingers of butter. Claire turned back front and said, "Voila!"

"Oh, baby!" Jason said.

Claire's skin was eastern Colorado seen from high above during a light rain. Her tits, in turn, were plump as a cantaloupe.

A sigh rushed from Jason's lungs, and he reached out to knead the knockers.

Claire restrained Jason's hand. "First, you have to lend Wesley your cock."

Pensively, Jason dropped his oval eyes. 

The Berber rug was beige. It was so new that hairlets of gold stuck to the hems of Jason's khaki corduroys. 

Jason lifted his eyes from the ecru rug. "Am I supposed to do it here?" 

"Don't you like variety?" Claire lipped. 

"Yeah, but—"

"Then, get on with it." 

Front-left of Jason, Claire sat on a bean sofa that flaunted a blue sky with clouds of whipped cream.

"How long must I—"

"Until you cum," Claire said.

"How am I supposed to fuck you after?" Jason erupted.

"You're a virile, straight guy, aren't you?" she said. 

"Yeah, but—" 

"Then, what's your problem?"

"Just tell me one thing," Jason said. "What do you get out of this?"

"Pleasure from watching Wesley in ecstasy," Claire said. She got comfortable by the partly cloudy skies of a throw pillow.

In confusion, Jason strained his amber eyebrows. 

Agog like a kid in a candy store, Wesley peeled his yellow soccer shirt off. He began to remove Jason's emerald Henley.

"Whoa!" Jason said, spinning right. "She never mentioned anything about us touching."

"So?" Wesley said. He resumed pulling up the burly cotton of Jason's emerald shirt. 

Jason seized Wesley's forearms. "Cool it!" 

Wesley inched back coyly.

Jason huffed as if catching his breath after falling down an elevator shaft. With the petulance of an athlete, Jason pulled his emerald Henley off. 

Wesley undid Jason's long pants, dropped to his knees, and hoicked down Jason's khaki corduroys and white briefs of cotton.

Jason shook from head to toe.

Wesley devoured the droop of Jason's knockwurst. 

Jason neighed.

Like a pulley, Wesley's lips slid back and forth on Jason's prick. It was peach folds over chestnut-brown skin. Wesley snatched Jason's hands and threw them atop his "boy's haircut."

Jason tightened his swarthy fingers on the sheaths of golden-yellow. 

In Wesley's mouth, Jason's wiener felt like the pulp of a plum inside a toaster oven set to warm.

In pain, Jason squinted his eyes into the shape of a hawk's eyes. "Fuck!"

Wesley pulled his fuck hole away and lapped his tongue around Jason's foreskin. 

Jason yanked Wesley's hair rapids toward him.

Again, Wesley scarfed the brown of Jason's dick. Wesley tightened his peach lips around the cock like a pair of hands trying to pin shut the innards of a turkey overflowing with stuffing. 

"Jesus Christ!" Jason said. He began to thrust into Wesley's heart-shaped face. 

"Mmm-hmm," Wesley intoned.

Jason's eyelashes grew heavy.

Suddenly, Wesley pulled back! 

Jason's eyelids flew open. "What the hell?"

Like a foaming puppy, Wesley salivated at Jason's testicles. The blond swooped toward the chestnuts and sucked them.

"Fucking A!" Jason bellowed, throwing his semi-round nose toward the dark kitchen behind him.

Wesley soughed in a high hum. 

In Wesley's mouth, Jason's testes vibrated like bells of stainless steel.

Jason groaned like a pig in heat. 

Wesley fluttered his stuffed tongue across the oilskin of Jason's sack. 

"Fucking wanker!" Jason snarled. 

Bangs of golden-yellow and aubergine streamed with gaps over Wesley's forehead. 

Jason clawed Wesley's lowlights.

Once more, Wesley pulled away from Jason's cannon. 

Jason rolled his head down. What the fuck are you doing? 

That which no girl has done to you, Wesley fluted with his sapphire irises of gelatin. 

A string of construction glue fell onto Wesley's upper lip.

"Lick it, sissy," Jason said. "Because more of that will be oozing into your mouth."

Wesley swiped his tongue over the droplet.

"Now, suck my dick," Jason growled. 

Wesley took the lollypop back into his face cave.

"That's it," Jason said. He closed his oval eyes.

Wesley sucked with the sprightliness of a Dachshund. 

How, Jason wondered, could a guy give better head than a girl? Heck, Jason felt his entire groin convulse to Wesley's mouth motions. The experience was like wanting to urinate on an empty bladder. Never had Jason imagined that gay foreplay would bring him to the edge of nirvana. Part of him swore revenge against Wesley for this.

A voice of reed cooed. 

Jason parted his eyelids of pecan brown and turned his diamondish face left. 

To his astoundment, Claire was rubbing her bared slit. She was facing up like a mermaid sunbathing on the sands of the Caribbean. Claire's back was arched. It straddled the golden line between the ecru rug of the alcove and the oakwood strips of the living room floor. Like this, Claire writhed tinglingly.

Jason ogled Claire. Each breath he took shortened, and his lithe body heated to the sizzle in his gonads. 

The night breeze whiffled around Jason's quadriceps and cooled his skin. 

Jason sighed in pleasure.

Claire slipped her white ballerina shoes off via the heel of each foot.

Jason yawped the grunt of a football player—pushing whenever Wesley dove into his dick and withdrawing whenever Wesley slicked out. 

Claire shucked her yellow miniskirt further down and pushed her white panties down the rest of the way.

"Lord, have mercy," Jason said. He pulled Wesley's golden-yellow hair with the power of an airliner's engines upon takeoff. 

Wesley's deep blues pleaded for mercy against Jason's double-handgrip of his hair. So intense was the yearning in those upright half-saucers that Wesley literally beseeched Jason to kiss him. 

Jason looked upon Wesley the way a bully glazes at a floored wimp. 

Wesley's pupils were Os in large font, and yet, they dilated even more. 

Jason groused, "You want my straight sperm?" 

Wesley bobbed his noggin.

"Then, suck like the faggot you are!" Jason said and pulled Wesley's golden-yellow hair toward him.

Wesley cuffed the smooth skin over Jason's hamstrings, and a sonic boom reverberated through the brightly lit room. 

"What the fuck?" Jason said.

Wesley kneaded the slices of gingerbread and slithered his palms northward. 

Brusquely, Jason arced his hands back. "You're not touching my butt, queer pouf! You're only gonna suck my cock, like you and your hussy planned in the car." 

Wesley eyed him apologetically and allowed Jason to lower his hands in the appropriate direction.

The top of Wesley's fingers dabbed Jason's palms with moisture.

Jason jerked his embrace away as if taking his hands off a hot stove. 

Looking on into Jason, Wesley's deep blues exuded a gush of spiritual pre-cum.

Jason rammed his brownish dick harder into Wesley's mouth—in and out, up and down. "You like my straight cock, don't you?"

Wesley nodded achingly.

"Then, take it, Mary!"

Wesley slurped the prong louder. 

"Fucking queer fag!" Jason hollered. His draining eyes flitted toward the maize walls. "I can't believe I'm about to—" Shock rocked Jason's psyche as he realized that his cock was—indeed—capable of ejaculating into another guy. 

Wesley sucked harder, deeper, and faster, his mouth a washing machine on final spin cycle. 

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" Jason heaved. His heart flooded with guilt. 

Under his breath, Wesley hummed in crescendo.

Jason shut his eyes tighter than a power ball in a fist, and he sprayed one, two, four, eight, eleven times into the pansy's head.

Wesley kept swallowing; Jason's dick stopped spewing; and Wesley's throat ruffled the cock for the last time. 

At last, Jason dropped to his knees, arched left, and fell on his back.

* * * *

Jason lay on the golden border of the floor, staring at the milky-whiteness of the ceiling.

"Now, wasn't that a worthwhile experience?" Claire said. 

"Unfucking believable," Jason panted. 

"Are you ready for me?" she said.

"Give me a second," Jason heaved.

The vertical slats of the white blind clacked to a whiff of air. The cool breeze swept over Jason's skin like fall leaves wafting off the earth. A scent of pine needles infiltrated Jason's nostrils, in turn, and brought them the freshness of the spruces, firs, and cypresses outside the apartment.

Jason inhaled deeply, trying to regain his strength. 

"Stick it to me," Claire whispered in a trio of tinkles.

Lazily, Jason rolled his head left. "What!"

Wesley bumped toward the V between Claire's spread legs. "You're not the only guy in the world," Wesley answered. He squatted before Claire like a mountain overlooking a valley, and he untied his white basketball sneakers.

Something about the sound of Wesley's shoelaces made Jason quiver with excitement and blush with envy. 

As if starting to kowtow, Wesley lowered his knees to the beige rug, then pushed his white sneakers off via his derriere. Wesley jolted his deep-blue boxers and white briefs down, squeezed them over his knees, and stepped out of his rumpled clothes.

Wesley's skin looked about 30% thicker than the skin of girls.

Jason's nozzle rose to the Edenic beauty of Wesley's skin.

Claire's bush, however, jumped at Jason. 

Jason goggled at the stunningly arousing work of art. How could he have missed the V that Claire had shaved above her cunt? As for Wesley's huge frankfurter, how could Jason have assumed otherwise?

Wesley gloated at the red-hot of Claire's prepuce. Swift as a golden eagle swooping upon a rabbit, he placed the tip of his foreskin between the lips of Claire's vulva.

Jason propped his rising torso toward his left. "But you're gay!"

"For your information, I'm trisexual," Wesley said. He pushed his swollen shaft into Claire's cleft.

Dipping his forehead, Jason tipped his eyes at Wesley and arched his amber eyebrows so as to say: Come again?

"Zone 3 of that graph behind you," Wesley said. 

Jason turned his sand-colored neck further left. Quickly, he studied the three interlacing circles that floated left to right inside the large picture frame. Why, Jason wondered, did each circle have a different season inside? Why were the circles different sizes, with the "autumn" circle in the middle the largest? Was that the bi symbol of the late teens?

Wesley placed Claire's heels on his toned shoulders. He inclined forward his muscular physique, slunk his woody deeper than the lowest oil rig, and thrusted like a bonobo.

This is gayness gone too far! Jason howled in his mind. A queer guy fucking a girl just to prove he's like me? 

Wesley kissed Claire's curved neck. He turned his round chin left. "You thought I couldn't shag girls, eh?" 

Jason's lips moved to unformed words.

"Well, I can!" Wesley said. 

Claire purred.

"See?" Wesley continued. He eyed Jason on. "I can take her as much as you can." Wesley straightened his head and pumped his peter harder than a pestle in a mortar.


Straight Guy: Big Dick Syndrome



Straight Guy: Big Dick Syndrome

Summary: Straight guy ends up curious after seeing colleague's big cock.

Summary: Seeing colleague's big dick in hotel room makes him curious.

Note 1: This is a Nude Day 2015 contest story.

Note 2: Thanks to goamz86, Robert, and Wayne for editing.

Straight Guy: Big Dick Syndrome

You never know someone until you live with them... or in this case spend a few days in a hotel together.

And even if you think you know yourself, situations will test that knowledge and even redefine who you are.

To explain what I mean I'll tell you my story of a few days in Seattle that changed everything.

Tyler was married, with a couple of kids, like me, although his were younger. Well, truth be told, he was ten years younger than me, and had a ridiculously hot blonde wife... although she hadn't lost all the baby weight from having two kids in 27 months.

He was a very good looking guy and got hit on regularly by nurses, patients', and patient's friends and family.

I, on the other hand, am the epitome of average. Ten pounds overweight, boring brown eyes, black hair with too much grey coming in and glasses.

My wife also never lost her baby weight, although she often starts new diet routines and buys work out equipment that collects more dust than anywhere else in the house. I love my wife, but sex is bi-monthly, oral sex bi-yearly and anything kinky a faded memory of pre-child life.

Which brings me to the incredible strange few days that changed my life.

The flight was delayed, the ride was full of turbulence and the food was shitty. Thankfully, the booze went down smoothly and both of us were a little drunk by the time the cab got us to our hotel.

Checking in was another nightmare as they screwed up our room and we ended up in a room with one king sized bed, but we thought it was hilarious as we were still kind of drunk.

Once in our room, after the long day, we unpacked and went to the bar for a couple of drinks and then back up to the room.

In the elevator, Tyler warned me, "Dude, I know we are sharing a bed, but I sleep in the buff."

I laughed, thinking he was joking, "Yeah, me too."

I expected some witty quick comeback, he was always joking around, but I didn't get one.

In the hotel room, I went and took a piss and brushed my teeth feeling utterly exhausted.

When I returned to the room, I was surprised to see he was standing in front of the television completely butt naked, typing on his phone.

I realized then two things:

1. He obviously wasn't kidding about sleeping naked.

2. His dick was huge.

Now I have since read many first time gay stories where the guy sees a big cock and instantly a need to suck cock occurs.

That is not what happened to me.

No, I made a joke about it. I quipped, his cock way bigger than mine, "Holy shit, no wonder you got a hottie like Sarah."

He looked at me and shrugged rather nonchalantly, "It definitely doesn't hurt."

"No seriously," I laughed, still staring at it and wondering how big it would get hard, I continued, "It's like a horse's dick."

"You have lots of experience with horse's dicks?" he joked back with a sly smile, as he headed to the bathroom.

"Asshole," I said, turning away as to not look at his ass.

"Just making sure," he said as he disappeared into the bathroom.

I got undressed and grabbed my pajamas, not comfortable with being naked in a bed with a guy.

I was watching sports highlights when he came out a few minutes later and walked to the bed, still naked, and slid under the sheets.

I asked, still in awe of his casual nakedness, "You seriously coming to bed naked?"

"I told you I always sleep in the nude,"' he answered, looking at me, "I thought you said you did too."

"I thought you were kidding," I said.

"Nope," he shrugged, "I can't fall asleep with clothes on."

"Well, I'm not sure I can sleep with you naked," I countered.

"Don't worry," he said, "your tiny ass couldn't take my horse cock."

"Fuck you," I laughed, realizing my worry was silly. It was just a bed. It wasn't like anything was going to happen... we were two married men.

"If you want," he shrugged, "but I hope you brought lube."

"That's more a third night in the same bed thing, don't you think?" I laughed.

"Playing hard to get?" He questioned.

"I'm more than just a piece of ass," I joked, the conversation hilarious.

"Yes, you have a mouth too," he shot back, this time, oddly, not laughing.

Suddenly feeling this was getting too ridiculous, I said, which was true, "I'm exhausted."

"I'll take a rain check then," he joked, once again, as he grabbed the remote and shut off the television.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. To my surprise, my dick was hard, which confused me.

I let it calm itself down and crashed pretty hard.

In the morning, after Tyler showered, he walked around naked for a good fifteen minutes.

I sure wasn't looking, but it was hard not to see his dick as he walked around casually drinking coffee and watching last night's sports highlights.

He even talked to me while naked, completely oblivious to the awkwardness of it.

Eventually, he got dressed, and we headed out for breakfast before the conference started.

After a day of long, some good and some not so good sessions, Tyler said, "I need to hit a spa."

"Our hotel has one I think," I responded.

"No, I'm going to Steamworks. It's a ten minute taxi ride from here," he informed me looking at his phone.

"What is Steamworks?" I asked.

"Like the YMCA," he answered. "You should come. It's a great place to get some much needed release."

"Why not," I shrugged, my back sore from the terrible chairs I sat on, mixed with yesterday's long day of travel. I added, "Shit, I didn't grab any trunks for the trip."

"You won't need any," he answered, which I thought was odd, as he walked outside and hailed a taxi.

I was about to ask, but a taxi showed up instantly and we were soon on our way.

The taxi driver was a very friendly man who pointed out a few tourist attractions when we told him we were Canadian and before I knew it we were at our destination.

I followed Tyler inside the building that reminded me of a classy strip club in Toronto I have frequented on a few occasions over the years.

Once inside, we paid to get in and were given a towel.

I was curious, but didn't ask any questions.

Once inside, we went to the locker rooms and wordlessly got undressed.

Once naked, Tyler oddly, although not surprising after his frequent nakedness at the hotel, put his towel over his shoulders and said, "Time to go relieve some stress."

"I can't wait to hit the sauna," I agreed, putting my towel around my waist.

"Jerry, be sure to just act normal," he warned.

"What do you mean?" I asked, as he left the room and I followed.

As we went into the main establishment I immediately realized what he meant.

There were glory holes along one wall and two naked men were at them. One was sucking on a cock, while the other seemed to be waiting for a cock. Both the gloryhole cock sucking I was witnessing and the guy who was waiting were surreal. Who would wait for a cock to suck?

My wife always made it a dramatic ordeal as if she was parting the Red Sea the rare time she sucked me. Yet, here were guys eagerly sucking or waiting to suck cock.

I kept walking, although I couldn't take my eyes off the taboo gay act as if I was driving by a car pulled over by a cop... always curious if I knew the driver (although being in a different country it wasn't possible to know these guys).

The guy waiting asked Tyler, his eyes seemingly going big at the sight of Tyler's big dick, "Looking for a cock sucker?"

Tyler replied, "Going to the sauna."

I wasn't sure if that meant yes or no as my head spun with what I was witnessing, even as my cock inexplicably began to grow under my towel.

As we walked, I looked around in intrigued awe as I began to realize Tyler had brought me to a gay club.

Was Tyler gay? The question seemed ludicrous based on the reality that his wife was smoking hot.

Did Tyler know we were going to a gay version of the YMCA? If he just wanted a sauna couldn't he have gone to the one in our hotel?

Actually, a better question was why the hell was I now rock hard?

I saw rooms that were closed, I saw rooms that were open, and I saw an area that included televisions showing sports where I saw my second gay encounter of the day, where a rather large balding man was being blown by a skinny black guy. The balding man was watching the television while he got blown.

I stared like a deer in the headlights, stunned at the complete lack of shame at doing something so taboo so publicly.

Tearing my voyeuristic eyes off the gay act, I followed a casual acting Tyler to the sauna, my cock frustratingly hard as steel.

The sauna was empty and Tyler sat down and said, continuing to act casual, which made me try to act casual too, "So what did you think of that Cooper dude?"

His legs open, his huge dick dangling between, I was distracted. Yet, I sat across from him, unsure what proper sauna etiquette was, and answered, as I kept my towel over my hard-on, "Nothing really revolutionary."

"Agreed," Tyler nodded. "I wonder what a guy like him gets paid to spew generic fluff like that."

"Thousands," I nodded, having to focus to not glance down at his dick.

I mean I wasn't thinking of sucking it or anything, but I was inexplicably drawn to look at it... like a moth to a flame.

"Shit, I could do that," he said.

"Yeah, I imagine you could," I agreed, desperate to maintain eye contact... kind of like when I dated the big breasted Sara back in college and had a very difficult time not staring at her ample cleavage.

Suddenly, the guy from the gloryhole walked in. He went directly to Tyler and asked absurdly, "Can I suck you?"

"Sure," Tyler nodded, and continued the conversation with me as if it wasn't odd that a complete stranger, a complete male stranger, was about to suck his cock.

I watched as the stranger, moved in front of Tyler, dropped to his knees and took Tyler's flaccid cock in his mouth.

Tyler asked, "So how much is a lot?"

I vaguely heard his question, but was really staring on the guy between Tyler's legs.

"Um, I don't, um, know," I struggled to respond, in awe of what I was watching live... as if I was on a perverted version of Candid Camera.

"Never got your dick sucked by a guy?" Tyler bluntly asked.

"No," I admitted, still watching the guy bob back and forth

"It's a must," Tyler said, letting out a slight groan.

"But you're married," I said, pointing out the obvious. "To a ridiculously hot woman, may I add."

"And I would never cheat on her," Tyler answered. Before I could point out the obvious flaw in his theory, he added, "I would never fuck another woman, Sarah is a great fuck, but she sucks cock like shit. Male cocksuckers, on the other hand, unlike women, know how to suck cock, to worship a cock like it deserves to be worshipped. Isn't that right, cocksucker?"

The guy quit sucking Tyler's cock and admitted, "God, yes," before immediately resuming sucking.

The term cocksucker made the gay act even hotter for some reason and that was the first moment I wondered what it would be like to suck a cock.

Yet, I didn't say anything, as what exactly does one say to that?

"Anyway, when I travel I usually go to a place like this or use Craigslist," Tyler admitted, before adding, "I also have a couple eager cocksuckers back home."

I couldn't believe his logic... cheating is cheating. I tried to laugh it off, "I'm not sure Sarah would agree with you."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure Sarah and Carol play with each other too," Tyler suggested.

"Fuck off," I replied, the idea his wife and mine having sex together suddenly a very hot, yet unrealistic, image.

"I found my wife's sex toy stash and it includes a couple strap-ons," he shrugged, before adding, "and it sure isn't for me."

"No way she is fucking my wife," I confidently replied, even though as I witnessed Tyler get blown by another guy I had to admit I wasn't as adamant about it as I would have been yesterday.

"I bet you fifty bucks they are," Tyler very confidently countered, "I know my wife thinks Carol is hot."

I laughed, "My wife complains how quickly your wife recovered her figure after giving labour."

"Probably the strap-on workouts," Tyler joked.

"Giving or receiving?" I questioned.

"Likely both," he shrugged, "Sarah likes to be fucked hard."

"So does Carol," I admitted, Carol wanting to be fucked and not made love to.

"I think Carol would look completely at home munching on my wife's cunt," Tyler said, then groaned.

"I can't disagree with that," I laughed, my cock rock hard.

"Want my cum?" Tyler said.

For a moment I thought he was talking to me, yet looking at the gay act, the guy bobbing like a cum-hungry slut, I realized he wasn't.

"God, yes," the cock sucker replied, with a desperate hunger I had never heard from a female during oral sex.

Tyler stood up and pumped his cock while the cock sucker opened his mouth wide with anticipation.

I watched in fascinated awe, briefly wondering what it would be like to suck that big cock. Yet, I shook my head at such a silly thought even as my eyes remained locked on his fist pumping his cock.

"Here it comes," Tyler grunted, and his first rocket of cum shot high and over the guy. "Oops," Tyler laughed, as he moved his dick down and his second shot hit the guy in the face, as did the third, before the guy took Tyler's cock back in his mouth.

I can't deny it. At the moment, I saw myself sucking his cock. Yet, I wasn't gay, nor was I going to cheat on my wife. Still, the idea of sucking him off was undeniably there.

After a minute, as the cock sucker cleaned Tyler up, Tyler asked, "Do you want a blow job?"

I stammered, "F-f-from you?" And then realized I should have just said no.

He laughed, "No, from our eager young man here."

"No," I firmly said, like I should have the first time.

"You sure?" Tyler asked, sitting back down. "He gives a world class blow job."

The guy turned to me, his face dripping with cum, which made him look both more pathetic and gay and yet somehow unexplainably more appealing, and asked, "Do you want a blow job, sir?"

The question was asked as if he was a waiter asking if I wanted a drink. Although my cock was hard and I could definitely use a blow job, as it had been a while, I shook my head, "No, thanks."

"Your loss," Tyler said, as he leaned back, his slowly shrinking dick in full view for me.

The guy stood up and said, turning back to Tyler, "Thank you."

"No, thank you," Tyler replied.

The guy left and Tyler continued, "Dude, you need to let loose."

"By getting blown by a guy?" I asked, still bewildered by the whole experience, and slightly annoyed at his pretentiousness.

"Show me your dick," he ordered, which surprised me.

"What?" I questioned.

"I'm not going to suck you or anything, I just want to see if you're hard," he answered.

"I'm not showing you my dick," I replied, both because it was rock hard and also way smaller than his.

"Just show me," he said.

"No," I protested.

"Come on," he continued, "I want to test a theory."

"What theory is that?" I asked, even though I should have continued to adamantly refuse.

"That watching a guy suck cock turned you on," he replied.

Of course it was true and I was indeed still rock hard. Yet I answered. "Even if I'm hard it doesn't mean it's because of that."

"So you are hard," he concluded, based on my answer.

"Regardless," I sighed, "that doesn't mean I want to cheat on my wife."

"I told you it's not cheating," he countered.

"I'm pretty positive Carol would disagree with your theory," I replied.

"If she can eat pussy, you can get your cock sucked," he countered.

"Maybe she just allows your wife to eat her cunt," I countered, trying to stay in control of the bizarre situation.

He laughed, "Trust me, I guarantee you that it is Carol on her knees between Sarah's legs or on all fours taking a strap-on."

"Fuck," I laughed, the conversation ridiculous, "that would be hot."

"Agreed," Tyler nodded.

He then changed subjects and we chatted for fifteen minutes about sports and what to have for dinner.

Nothing else was said the rest of the night and I figured he understood that I was uncomfortable talking about it.

I was sleeping, after a great supper, a few drinks and the sauna draining me, when I vaguely heard the door open.

Although groggy, I heard Tyler say, "Knees."

Although it was dark, there was just enough light to make out the figures. Tyler was naked, as usual, and was standing, while another person was on their knees, sucking.

Like in the sauna, I watched with voyeuristic awe, many questions stirring in my head.

Who was sucking him?

How did he end up here?

Was it a he?

I couldn't see much more than Tyler's naked ass, and the vague figure in front of him.

"That's it cocksucker, take it all in," Tyler ordered.

Somehow, even though I couldn't explain it, the words made my cock hard.

Maybe it was because I was tired, maybe because I hadn't shot my load during this trip, or maybe it was the surprising shift in my once defiant heterosexuality, but I again wondered what it would be like to be on my knees, to be a cocksucker.

Tyler's frank nudity, his impressive cock and what I had witnessed earlier today, combined with what was currently occurring in the hotel room, had me questioning everything.

Tyler's firm derogatory words somehow intrigued me too. "Oh yes, you're a natural cocksucker," he groaned.

I wanted to see if it was a guy, even though deep down I knew it was. He wouldn't cheat on his wife with another woman, he had made that clear.

I wanted to know what the cocksucker looked like for some reason. Was he young? Old? In a suit and tie? Did he have a ring on his wedding finger?

And before I even realized I was doing it, I was standing up and moving towards Tyler and the anonymous cocksucker.

Tyler, noticing me, wasn't remotely embarrassed or surprised as he said to the cocksucker, "You have an audience."

The cocksucker, who was indeed a guy, in a suit and tie, didn't flinch or miss a beat as he bobbed back and forth hungrily... taking all Tyler's massive dick.

Tyler asked, "You like to watch, Jerry?"

I said, trying to be casual, "I was just curious."

Tyler laughed, "That's how it's always starts."

I realized then what I had said and blushed. "That's not what I meant."

Tyler didn't respond, instead groaning as it seemed his orgasm was close.

"Should I come on his face or down his throat?" Tyler asked.

And although I knew I shouldn't participate and encourage Tyler's behaviour I responded on instinct, since it had been a fantasy of mine I had never been able to do on a woman, I wanted to see him shoot again on a guy's face, "Shoot your load on his face."

"Open wide, cocksucker," Tyler ordered, pulling out and beginning to furiously pump his cock like he had earlier today.

The stranger on his knees opened wide, an eagerness I never saw in my wife or any woman I had ever been with.

I watched, my gaze focused on Tyler's big cock as I again wondered what it would feel like to be on my knees, to have his cock in my mouth.

I again shook my head at the thought just as Tyler grunted and coated the stranger's face.

"Take it all," Tyler groaned as rope after rope shot out his cock like a cannon.

The stranger kept his eyes closed as his face was painted with cum, only a little seeming to hit the open mouth.




Straight Guy: Big Dick Syndrome



After the fifth rope, Tyler slid his cock back in the stranger's mouth. The stranger, without instructions, seemingly just following the natural assumption of the cock sucker, closed his mouth and resumed bobbing, although much slower... as if milking any last remnants.

Tyler asked me, like he had at the sauna, "Need a blow job, Jerry?"

While the answer was definitely no earlier today, somehow the answer wasn't as simple this time.

My cock was rock hard, it was dark which meant I really couldn't tell too closely who was sucking me and he couldn't really see me. My answer showed my trepidation as I replied, "I don't know."

"Trust me," Tyler said, "it will change your life."

I replied, "That's exactly what I'm worried about."

"Like I said before, dude, you haven't really gotten a blow job until you have had an eager married man like Dave here worship your cock," Tyler said.

"I can't," I said, somehow hearing his name making it more real.

Tyler pulled out and asked, "Do you want another cock to suck before you go home to your wife and kids?"

"Yes," Dave answered, glancing towards me.

Tyler said, "Go ahead, dude, give this nice man your cock."

Oddly, the way Tyler said it, as if I was doing the guy a favour, made me feel obliged to do it.

As I pondered my options, Dave moved to me and wordlessly pulled my boxers down.

I could have stopped him.

I could have protested.

But I didn't.

I watched, paralyzed with indecision, as one married man took another married man's cock in his mouth... my cock.

Yet, the moment his warm mouth took all my hard cock in, I closed my eyes and let the pleasure take control.

My wife, the rare time she goes down on me does it for a minute, maybe two, not sucking to completion since before the 'I dos'. Now she just sucks long enough that I begin to relax and really enjoy the blow job and then she's done.

It's a double standard. I eat her until she comes, yet she reluctantly sucks me for a minute, maybe two and implies she is doing me a huge fucking favour.

Also unlike my wife, he deep throated me with ease, as he began slowly bobbing. Each forward bob took my entire cock inside his warm mouth, his tight lips, and I was in heaven.

I didn't know a blow job could be so good.

Tyler commented, when I groaned, "I told you man, men know how to suck cock."

"His mouth is like a tight virgin pussy," I responded, not opening my eyes, just allowing the pleasure to course through my very being.

"And they don't gag, whine or expect anything in return," Tyler added. "They just want a cock in their mouth and usually a load down their throat."

I didn't respond, instead moaning again as Dave, after a couple of minutes of slow build, began bobbing faster.

I hadn't had a fast blow job since college and that was from a drunk Becky, who used her teeth and gave the worst blow job I'd ever experienced.

This was the opposite. His mouth was like velvet. His bobs were smooth. His hunger was insatiable.

I knew I wasn't going to last long.

Although the idea of coming on someone's face was appealing, I hadn't shot a load down a throat since before marriage and the opportunity was too good not to take, having come this far.

I warned, "I'm going to come soon," as I felt my balls boiling.

Dave somehow went faster as if telling me it was not only okay to come in his mouth, but he wanted it.

And in less than fifteen seconds I gave it to him, a couple days load of cum rocketing out of me and gliding down his throat.

College girls who tried to swallow usually gagged the moment the first spray hit their throat, but Dave kept sucking aggressively, swallowing every drop of my seed with ease... something I had never felt before.

When my load was completely withdrawn by this expert mouth. I suddenly felt like I was going to pee and I pulled out. "I have to pee."

Tyler laughed, "That's when you really know you have gotten a first-class blow job."

Dave said, oddly, "Thanks," as I hurried to the bathroom, almost tripping on my underwear.

I didn't say anything, as a sudden guilt washed over me. I had just cheated on my wife.

I closed the bathroom door, flipped the toilet seat open and immediately began pissing as I scolded myself for my weakness.

I also pissed everywhere, my cock somehow not shooting one stream.

I held my pee and sat down to finish so I didn't make a bigger mess.

As I sat there, I wondered what Carol would say if she learned I had let a guy suck me.

Part of me smirked at how she would be relieved that she didn't have to do it.

Yet, the logical me knew she would feel betrayed and unloved.

Fuck!

Dammit! Why couldn't I have just stayed in bed?

Shit! Why couldn't I have just said no?

I mean, although rare, I occasionally got hit on by hot women, hot younger women, and I had no problem saying no to them because I love my wife and I would never cheat on her.

And if you asked me if I would ever cheat on her before today I would have adamantly said no and meant it.

If you would have asked me if I would ever let a man suck me I would have laughed so hard.

Yet....

Yet, that is exactly what I had just done.

I washed up, including cleaning my dick, and returned to the room.

The lights were all off, Dave was gone and Tyler was snoring.

Wow! No guilt at all. How could he possibly just go to sleep?

I struggled to find my underwear in the dark, but eventually did and returned to bed exhausted and guilt-ridden.

I tossed and turned for over an hour as my guilt overrode my exhaustion.

Eventually, I fell asleep promising myself I would never allow myself to do that again.

Next morning, Tyler acted like nothing happened last night, not saying a word.

Although he did walk around naked again.

We had breakfast together and didn't talk about it.

We went to a keynote and didn't talk about it.

We split up to go to break out sessions where I wondered if he planned to go to the sauna place again... both nervous and excited about going there again.

We met up for lunch, where we didn't talk about it.

And when the day ended, we, me anxious and guilt ridden and Tyler relaxed and casual as always, ended up back in our hotel room.

I was both happy and sad he didn't suggest going to the Steamworks place. Sad because part of me wanted to see more gay sex, to see Tyler get sucked again... and as I thought about it, my cock got hard. I wondered if I would let another stranger suck me again if given the chance.

Which, of course, was why I was also happy he didn't suggest going. The reality that I was thinking of allowing a stranger to suck my cock meant I had gone too far.

I called my wife while Tyler began getting undressed in front of me. I tried not to check out his cock while I began chatting with my wife, but it was virtually impossible.

It was like a magnet was in his cock that drew my eyes to it, even as I tried not to do it.

I also couldn't understand why looking at his big, flaccid cock made my own cock harden.

He said, "Going to take a shower."

I nodded as my wife babbled about her work day... me, as usual, only vaguely listening as I wondered, yet again, what it would feel like to have Tyler's cock in my mouth.

I had never considered sucking a cock before these past couple of strange days.

I had never seriously considered cheating on my wife.

And I definitely hadn't even remotely considered allowing another guy to suck my cock.

Yet, I had done all these in the past twenty-four hours.

I sighed as guilt again washed over me again.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed as I finished chatting with my wife who was getting ready to take the kids to swimming lessons, when Tyler walked out of the shower.

This time he had a towel, although it was over his shoulders and not remotely covering his now clean cock.

I said goodbye to my wife even as I felt my mouth betray me by watering at the thought of sucking that beautiful cock.

Tyler walked to his phone and called his wife.

As he started talking to her, he walked over to me and stood directly in front of me.

His cock was now dangling directly in front of me, and just a few inches down.

As he told his wife about the conference he pointed to his cock while staring at me.

I couldn't believe it.

He was expecting me to suck his cock... while he chatted with his wife.

I couldn't believe the gall of him.

He somehow knew that I was curious about sucking his cock.

I couldn't believe how he could see past my firm denial.

He said, talking to his wife, "Sometimes you have to just go for it."

Hearing the words and feeling they were meant for me, my body moved of its own consent, even as my head spun with the consequences.

I lowered myself to the floor, on my knees, and now was staring directly at his thick cock.

He put his flaccid cock in his right hand and offered it to me.

He continued his conversation with his wife, a conversation that seemed to be with her and yet at me. "Just go for it."

I should have stood up and walked away.

I should have punched him in the balls.

Yet, after only a few seconds of hesitation, my mouth watering, I felt my body moved forward as I figured what the hell and opened my mouth and took it in my mouth.

He said, "Yes, it will be hard, but definitely worth it."

I couldn't believe his words as I felt his cock harden in my mouth.

I couldn't believe I had a dick in my mouth.

I couldn't believe how natural it felt to have a cock in my mouth.

I only had a couple of inches in, but I wanted more. I wanted to get him hard, I wanted to feel his full stiffness.

I slowly bobbed on his cock as it continued to get bigger, to get harder.

"The harder it gets, the more you've got to work at it," he said, which made me smirk. He was definitely using innuendo at me while talking to his wife.

I kept bobbing, getting used to my mouth being stretched and filled in such a taboo way.

And although I couldn't fathom getting all his cock in my mouth, I wanted more. I needed more.

Strangely, I wanted to be a good cock sucker.

Soon it was completely hard and he said, "Hard works pays off."

As I began bobbing faster, taking about half his cock in my mouth, he said, "I'll call you later, baby. Jerry wants to get something to eat."

And God did I.

I wanted to get him off. I wanted to taste his cum. All my curiosities overwhelmed me as I gave in to them.

Even as I tried to understand what would make me think such things.

As he tossed his phone on the bed, he groaned, "You're a natural, Jerry."

The simple sentence was both offensive and flattering. Yet, I didn't say anything as I focused on the big task at hand.

He continued, "I knew you were a cocksucker the minute you saw my cock."

I wanted to ask how, since I sure didn't know it myself.

But I was so intoxicated with the feeling of sucking his cock I wasn't going to stop to ask a question.

Yet, he answered my unspoken question, "You see, almost every guy will suck cock given the opportunity. And those that don't suck cock are natural tops."

I wasn't sure I was buying the theory, although there seemed to be some real evidence his theory had some merit as I sucked my first cock.

"Some are just cocksuckers and others are bottoms, loving a cock in their ass," Tyler added.

My eyes went wide and I froze. Even though I currently had a mouthful of cock, I didn't see myself as gay. But a cock in your ass, that was definitely gay.

"Don't worry, Jerry," he laughed. "I don't think you're a bottom, and I seldom top a bottom."

Seldom? That meant he did sometimes fuck a guy.

"Get sucking," he ordered.

And I did, even as my head spun with his words.

"It will be good to have one more cock sucker at the hospital," he groaned.

My eyes went big again as I realized the obvious implication of his words. I also wondered who else at the hospital had sucked his cock.

"That said, I think you may be my new favourite," he said, "it's obvious you are loving being on your knees."

I hadn't thought about it, but frustratingly, he was right. It felt so natural to be on my knees. It felt so good having his cock in my mouth. And my completely stiff cock agreed.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, "I kind of made you suck my cock. Do you really want to keep sucking me?"

I looked up at him, suddenly feeling empty, and admitted, likely sounding rather pathetic, "Yes, I really want to suck your cock."

"Good," he said, "Because I don't want to force you. I want you to want to. I just knew you wanted to, but felt you likely wouldn't unless coerced."

I didn't respond with words, but with action, as I leaned forward and took his big, juicy hard cock back in my mouth.

"Nice," he groaned, as I resumed bobbing.

I bobbed the best I could, slowly taking more and more in my mouth.

"You sure you've never sucked cock before?" He questioned as I took about six inches in my mouth.

I slightly shook my head in response.

Adding another shocking revelation to this crazy week, he revealed, "Christ, it took Barry a month to take that much of my cock in his mouth."

Barry was a fellow doctor... and my best friend.

I couldn't fathom him sucking a cock.

Yet, before yesterday, I couldn't have fathomed I would be sucking a cock, either.

He continued, "No worries, Jerry. You will be a great addition to the company's cock sucker club."

I was again worried he would reveal this to my colleagues, yet he again answered my concern before I could share it.

"Don't worry, Jerry," he groaned, "what happens at work, stays at work."

That didn't comfort me much. Yet, at the moment all I cared about was his cock.

I kept sucking.

I kept bobbing.

And eventually I had almost his entire big dick sliding in and out of my mouth... although not all.

"Such a good cocksucker," he groaned, before adding, "I'll be using that hungry mouth of yours regularly."

At the moment, those words should have terrified me, yet they did not. Instead, they excited me. I could have this cock in my mouth again.

"Ready for my cum?" He asked.

I moaned on his cock like a cum slut, not slowing down, in response.

"A fucking natural," he laughed, before grunting and saying, "Here comes my cum."

And then I eagerly swallowed another man's cum. I gagged as his cum sprayed on my throat and moved off his cock which meant the second rope splattered me right in my open left eye.

He laughed, as more cum hit my face as I closed my eyes, "We will have to work on that."

I just allowed the surprisingly warm cum to coat my face, only a little going in my open mouth, feeling satisfied and dirty and yet wanting more cum.

Unlike my wife or ex-girlfriends who complained that cum tasted gross, I found it satisfying although relatively tasteless (just a symbol of a task well done)... although the texture did indeed take a bit of getting used to.

"Clean me off, Jerry," he ordered, I noticed not calling me names like he had the Craigslist cocksucker.

I opened my mouth and he slid his cock back in it and I retrieved any last specks of his cum already craving more.

When he pulled out a minute later, he said, as he moved away, "Ready to go for dinner?"

"Sure," I nodded, suddenly feeling awkward on my knees, my face covered in cum.

"Great," he said, "I'm starving."

I stood up, my cock rock hard again, and headed to the washroom. Thankful he didn't notice the impact sucking his cock had on me in my pants.

I looked in the mirror. I looked ridiculous.

I washed the cum off my face and noticed my one eye was slightly red... the one I had gotten cum in. I washed my eye as best I could, curious what impact cum could have on the eye.

I went to pee and returned to the room.

Tyler asked, "Ready to go?"

"Sure," I nodded, again having mixed feelings. I felt guilt for what I had just done, and yet even more guilt at the thought I would definitely do it again.

We headed out for dinner where we again never chatted about what had happened until I said, as we waited for the bill, "Fuck, my eye is itchy."

He chuckled, "Yeah, looks like some of my cum hit you right in the eye."

I responded, deciding to joke about it, "Yeah, I guess I should have swallowed it all."

"Well, practice makes perfect," he quipped, before adding, "I shoot more cum than most guys, I think."

"It was a lot," I said, talking about his cum feeling so surreal and yet weirdly natural.

"The itch will go away by the morning," he reassured me.

"Good," I said, just as the bill arrived.

He asked, once we were alone again, "Do you want more practice?"

There it was... the question that would forever determine if I was a one-time cocksucker or a forever one. Yet, I didn't even hesitate as my cock hardened in my pants again, "Yes."

"I knew you'd love it," he said confidently.

"How?" I asked, curious to know myself.

"How one reacts to seeing a big cock usually tells the story," he said, before adding, "plus your mouth was practically watering in the sauna while I got head."

"It was not," I protested, even as my cheeks went red.

Tyler asked, "Is your cock hard right now?"

"Maybe," I shrugged.

"Meet me in the bathroom in two," he said, standing up and walking away.

My eyes went big.

He wanted me to give him head in a public washroom.

That was too much.

I didn't move. I wasn't doing that.

Yet....

After less than a minute, which felt like 100, his big cock refusing to leave my head, I stood up, feeling dirty, and headed to the washroom.

As I did, I got a text:

Hurry up!

It's empty in here.

Last stall.

I reached the bathroom that had three stalls and went directly to the final stall.

Tyler was standing, his dick already out and semi-hard.

"I love getting blown in public places," he said.

I stared at his cock and began to move to it, the magnetism in his thick rod again drawing me to it, even as my brain set off alarm bells about the potential consequences of his last sentence.

"You should probably close the door," he laughed at my eagerness.

"Oh, right," I said, feeling silly at my insatiable desire to suck.

I quickly closed and locked the door, turned around and dropped to my knees. I took his semi-erect cock in my hands and stroked it as I leaned forward and took it back in my mouth.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, "such a natural."

And although the words were silly, I did feel like a natural. It was like I had found a skill and passion for something I had never considered before. Yet, once the flame is kindled it burns bright.

I swirled my tongue around his mushroom top as his cock again hardened in my mouth.

"That's it," he said, "worship my dick."

Again his words were bizarre, who would have thought I would be worshipping a dick, but there I was on my knees doing exactly that.

Once it was completely hard, I began slowly bobbing back and forth and after just a few seconds the bathroom door opened and two voices were talking.

I froze, my mouth half full of cock.

"Keep going, cocksucker," Tyler ordered, using the derogatory name for the first time towards me.

And although I was petrified of getting caught, my need to suck, to obey, overrode my fear. I resumed sucking as the two men talked about sports, completely oblivious to what was happening in the last stall.

I bobbed slowly, not wanting to make any slobbering sounds that would give me away as I tried to concentrate on Tyler's dick.

Soon they were washing their hands and Tyler surprised me by grabbing my head and beginning to fuck my face... something I had only done once to a girl (Beth at prom, and she sure didn't appreciate it). I couldn't not make slobber sounds as his cock roughly filled my mouth, even gagging once as my eyes went big at both getting used and the idea strangers may hear us.




Straight Guy: Big Dick Syndrome



And they did.

One of the guys said, sounding disgusted, "Look."

"Holy fuck," the other said laughing.

"Faggots," the first guy said.

"They're everywhere," the other said, as the door opened and they walked out.

I was mortified. Being called a faggot was so much worse than being called a cocksucker.

Yet, I just remained on my knees as Tyler fucked my face. A few seconds after we were alone again, he grunted and said, "Here it comes."

This time I focused on swallowing it all.

I immediately didn't care about being called a faggot.

I just wanted to taste his cum.

To swallow it all.

And I did.

He kept fucking my face, depositing his cum down my throat, using me as his personal cum bucket... and dammit I loved it.

I loved being used. I loved swallowing cum. I loved being on my knees.

When he was done, he pulled out and said, "You really are a great cocksucker, Jerry."

"Uh, thanks," I said, unsure what to say about such a compliment.

"No seriously," he said, putting his snake away. "You are the best first time cocksucker I've ever had."

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," he nodded, "I mean you clearly were meant to suck cock."

"That's preposterous," I said, still in my submissive position on my knees.

"We'll talk later," he said, "we should get out of here before the homophobes come back here with security."

"Oh fuck," I said, quickly getting off my knees.

He walked out and I followed going directly to the mirror to wash my hands as he walked out. As I washed my hands, I could taste the aftermath of his cum in my mouth.

It had almost no taste, just enough to remind me what I had just done.

Just enough to remind me I wanted to do it again.

A minute later, I returned to the table and Tyler said, "Bill's paid."

"Great," I said, as we headed out of the restaurant.

"Strippers?" he asked.

"Sure," I nodded, thinking seeing some hot sluts dancing around would maybe reclaim my manhood.

I wanted to ask more about his theory about me, yet I couldn't find a way to bring it up.

Three beers, a dozen strippers later, and one lap dance, I really had to pee. Having a hard-on, I decided to go to a stall instead of a urinal.

Sitting down, I awkwardly got my dick down enough to piss in the toilet seat as I noticed a hole in the wall to my right. I looked to my left and saw another hole.

I gasped.

It was a glory hole.

I had only seen one once at an adult store in Winnipeg years ago and I scurried out of there faster than the speed of light. Yet, this time I stared at it in awe.

I finished peeing and was about to stand up when someone entered the stall.

I froze.

I should have quickly left before any possible option was given to me, yet having now sucked Tyler's cock twice, I was curious.

Would all cocks feel the same in my mouth?

Does all cum taste the same?

Are all cocks as beautiful as Tyler's? 'Did I just call Tyler's cock beautiful?

As I pondered this, a guy on the other side, asked, "Want to suck a cock?"

I was speechless.

"I'll let you take a look at what I'm offering," the man said in a deep voice.

As I remained frozen, my cock hardening again in the toilet, I stared at the glory hole until a big black cock popped through it.

I gasped.

It was even bigger, even thicker, than Tyler's.

And somehow being black made it look so different... and even more intriguing and enticing.

I didn't even think about it.

I needed to have it in my mouth.

NOW!

I repositioned myself, still with my pants around my ankles, onto my knees so I could suck this beautiful black cock.

I took it into my hand.

He said, "Good girl."

Another derogatory term, yet it only enhanced my eagerness to suck and serve.

"Go ahead, take my cock in your pretty mouth," he ordered.

And I obeyed.

I felt compelled to obey.

I felt compelled to suck.

I opened wide and took his thick slightly upward curving cock in my mouth. It was sweaty, unlike the cleanliness of Tyler's cock. Salty, but in a sexy, appealing way. A natural way.

I began bobbing, knowing there was no way I was taking all ten inches in my mouth, yet determined to get as much as I possibly could in.

"Good girl," he groaned. "You love my black cock, don't you?"

I moaned on his cock in response. I did indeed love his cock. I wasn't racist. I didn't get turned on by interracial sex, but his cock was beautiful. It was the Mona Lisa of cocks.

"Say it, cocksucker," he ordered, pulling his cock out of my mouth.

With an embarrassing urgency, I begged "Please, shove that cock back in my mouth. I love your big black dick."

"Good girl," he said, giving his cock back to me.

I was so thankful. Like I was receiving a gift, which in some ways I was.

I resumed sucking. I resumed worshipping.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, "suck a good cocksucker."

These words made me feel good. I wanted to be good, I wanted to taste his cum.

I bobbed furiously for a couple more minutes until he warned, "Get ready for my load, cocksucker."

And seconds later I was swallowing my second load of the day. His cum was saltier than Tyler's and oozed out of his cock and into my mouth, again unlike Tyler's missile shooting.

I swallowed it all, milking his cock as best I could.

A moment later, he pulled out, without saying a word.

I remained on my knees, suddenly mortified that I had sucked a complete stranger's cock. What was I becoming?

Suddenly a voice behind me said, "Here's another cock for you."

My eyes went big and I stood up, pulled up my pants and quickly left the stall.

A black man in his fifties was washing his hands and smiled at me.

I put my head down and scurried out and back to the table with Tyler.

"You were gone a while," Tyler said.

"We need to go," I demanded.

He asked, "Ready for another load?"

Thinking it was easier than admitting I just sucked an elderly black man's cock, I nodded, "Yes."

"You really are insatiable," he said, standing up. "Watching all these sluts has me ready anyway."

Soon we were in a cab, a few minutes later, back in the hotel.

Although I wanted out of there because of the humiliation of what I had just done, once in the room I was more than ready to suck Tyler one more time.

When he returned from the washroom, naked as usual, I waited for him to tell me what to do.

He looked at me on the bed and asked, "Do you want one more load?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"Then come and get it," he said, as he sat on the edge of the bed and turned on the television.

I got off the bed, moved to him and dropped back onto my knees.

He said, "This one will take longer."

And man did it.

He watched almost half an hour of sports while I bobbed on his cock. I even moved down and sucked on his balls. My jaw was getting sore, as were my knees, and my head spun at the reality he was living my dream.

I had always wanted to watch sports while getting head; now I was doing the opposite.

Finally, he warned, "I'm getting close."

Oddly, I wanted it on my face.

I wanted to be humiliated.

I wanted to feel the warm cum splatter my face while expecting it.

I pulled back and asked, "Please shoot your load on my face."

"Awesome," he said, as he stood up and began pumping.

As I opened my mouth, ready to close my eyes when the time came (pun intended), he continued talking, "Oh man, I'm going to use that mouth of yours every chance I get."

And I knew he would and I knew I would let him.

I was addicted to his cock and maybe even addicted to sucking cock in general... the big black cock popping back in my head.

"Close your eyes," he grunted, and a couple of seconds later my face felt the first warmth of cum. A second, third, and fourth shot coated my face.

"Shit, you're a great cocksucker," Tyler said, as he shoved his cock back in my mouth and I hungrily bobbed on it.

Once done, he pulled out and said, "Any time you're hungry just let me know."

"Thanks," I absurdly said, as I mindlessly scooped a big wad of cum off my chin and put it in my mouth.

"Shit," he laughed, as he walked to the washroom.

I remained on my knees feeling both completely satisfied and ashamed... a feeling that never goes away once I finish sucking a cock now.

I blew Tyler in the morning.

I blew Tyler at the airport while we waited for our flight.

I joined the mile high club (kind of) when I blew him in the tiny bathroom stall.

I then kissed my wife when I got off the plane... her completely unaware that I had three loads of cum in my belly.

I blew Tyler at work on Monday.

I blew Tyler after poker night.

I blew Tyler under his desk while he talked to a fellow female doctor.

Eventually, I blew my good friend Barry and he blew me after we shared Tyler's cock one wild evening.

And I started using Craigslist... although mostly to suck new cock. Occasionally, I would also get my dick sucked, but mostly I loved sucking cock.

I loved being on my knees.

I loved a big cock in my mouth.

I loved swallowing cum.

I loved getting facials.

I loved being a cocksucker.

Crazily enough, I did eventually learn that not only did Sarah and Carol lez out often, but that Carol was submissive to her.

That led one day to the truth coming out (pun intended) during a gathering between the four of us that led to a crazy orgy where my wife saw me suck cock, I saw my wife eat pussy, I watched my wife get fucked by Tyler's big dick and I even got to fuck the beautiful Sarah... but not before I eventually took my first cock in the ass, which I suppose was inevitable.

But that is another story.

The End



Straight Guy Gets Fucked



"What the fuck, Bryan?" I said as I walked into my bedroom catching a friend of mine sitting on my couch completely naked masturbating to Mila Kunis going down on Natalie Portman in "Black Swan".

Making no effort to get up or stop what he was doing Bryan said, "How can you have this movie and not get horny man? This is almost a good as porn!"

"You can do whatever you want when you are in your own bedroom, but I don't want your naked ass all over my futon! Can't you go 1 night without jackin off?"

Bryan is my neighbor that I can't stand, but that my parent's try to force me to hang out with because we go to school together and they are good friend's with his parents. Just 2 months ago they made us have joint 18th birthday parties because we were born just 2 weeks apart. His parents are out of town for the night so I ended up having to share my room with him because I have one of those bunk beds with a bed on top and futon on the bottom. I was not looking forward to spending the night with him, but my parents didn't really give me a choice. Maybe if they walked in now they would understand why I'm not the biggest fan of the guy. I can't blame him for being horny though because I had sat in the exact same spot doing the exact same thing watching the exact same scene on more than one occasion. 

"Hey, can I use your towel?"

I had completely forgot that I was wrapped up in a towel after the shower that I had just taken. Hadn't really thought through taking some boxers into the bathroom with me because I don't normally have to worry about having someone in my room. I wasn't too keen on stripping in front Bryan, but I guess it couldn't be any worse than him sitting in front of me stark naked stroking his cock. 

"What do you need it for?"

"I need somewhere to shoot my load!"

"Hell no! You aren't going to jizz in my towel! My parents make me do my own laundry so I'd basically be wiping your cum all over my body the next time I take a shower."

"Would you rather me cum all over your couch?"

He had a point...

"Why don't you sit down and enjoy the show?"

"There is nothing I enjoy about watching you jack off Bryan. Hence the reason I've been turned around facing the TV since I walked in."

"No you faggot, come over here and watch the scene again. I'm gonna rewind it and watch it over again and again until I cum all over the place. Its not like you haven't jacked off watching the same thing before."

Once again he did have a point...but the idea of sitting next to a guy while both of us jacked off was a little much. However, I was pretty horny from my date with Melanie earlier, and seeing Mila Kunis between Natalie Portman's legs wasn't helping matters any. 

How many dates was it going to take for Melanie to finally put out. She was by far the sexiest girl I had been out with, but it hadn't taken me half as many dates to get a girl into bed with me before. She was the biggest cock tease I have ever met! She wouldn't even suck my dick and it was definitely leaving me in a constant state or arousal.

"Why not?" I said as I turned around and threw my towel at Bryan's. "Its not like I'm getting anything from Melanie anyway."

As a turned around I couldn't help but notice the size of Bryan's cock. The towel I had thrown had landed right on his face so he couldn't see me staring at him, but in that brief moment I could see that his was easily longer and thicker than my already hardening dick. I guess you never really notice things like that when you get undressed after gym class. 

I walked over to my nightstand, bent over, and opened the drawer where I kept my lube. As I was bent over I felt a hard sting on my right ass cheek and heard a loud snap. By the time that I realized that Bryan had got up and snapped me in the ass with the towel, he did the same thing to the other cheek. I whipped around and lunged my shoulder straight for his stomach but the towel was laying on the floor right between us and I tripped over it and ended up stumbling towards him, dropping the lube in the process. 

He easily moved out of the way and ended up tackling me to the ground. I was laying flat on my face, completely naked, with Bryan sitting on the small of my back leaning forward and putting me in a headlock. If I had to guess I would say that he probably weighed 190 or so which meant that he had a good 40 pounds on me and that my chances of escaping weren't very good. I tried anyway and reached my hands up to try to take his hands off of my face. 

This is when I realized just how much bigger he was than me. His forearms where as big as my biceps and there was no way I was going to be able to win this wrestling match, so I reached back to "tap out" and indicate my surrender in defeat. Instead of letting me go though, he grabbed both of my wrists and pulled my arms behind my back. He had shifted backwards a bit and was now sitting on my thighs holding my wrists right where he has been sitting before at the small of my back.

He was leaning forward a bit in this new position to keep a good grip on my arms, and I was pretty sure that I could feel his cock along the crack of my ass. It felt like he was still just as hard as when he had been sitting on the couch, and felt even bigger than it had looked as he ever so slightly rocked his hips back and forth wedging his cock between my cheeks just a little bit. 

"Bryan, this isn't funny. You win."

"What's my prize?"

"I don't know...go ahead and jack off into my towel."

At some point he must have reached over and found my phone charger or something because I could feel him wrapping something around my wrists tying my arms together. He scooted just a little further back now to where the tip of his dick was right at the bottom or my ass where my cheeks meet my thighs. He reached back and grabbed something that I couldn't see, but knew instantly that it was the lube I had dropped when I felt him pouring it all over my ass.

"Bryan are you out of your fucking mind?"

If he thought there was any chance in hell that he was going to fuck my ass he was insane. I felt him start to rub the lube all over my butt and start to smear some of it into my crack down onto my thighs and in between my legs. I was holding my legs together as tightly as I could, but his hand were slick enough to slip between my thighs. 

He stopped rubbing my legs and then proceeded to pour lube all over his cock and stroke himself to what felt like an even bigger erection when he let his dick fall back down on my legs. 

"What the fuck are you doing Bryan?"

"I'm going to rub my cock up and down your ass until I cum all over you. Don't worry, as long as you cooperate I won't get too into it."

That's when I felt him lean forward a bit and stick the head of his prick right at the base of my ass and lay down on my back. His cock slid all the way between my thighs, down the bottom of my ass, and poked right into the back of my ball sac. This is the first time that I realized my cock was rock hard and pushed up against my stomach.

Once his cock reached the back of my balls he started lifting his ass up and down which made his dick slide back and forth between my thighs. This made me realize a couple of different things. First, his motion was rocking me just enough that my cock was rubbing back and forth between my stomach and the carpet. If this went on for too long, I might actually cum this way, which is not something I wanted to happen. Second, if Bryan kept going he was going to accomplish exactly what he said he was going to do in cumming all over me, and that was also something I wanted no part of. The only thing I could think to do was to spread my legs a little bit so there wasn't enough friction for it to feel good for him.

What I didn't think about as I spread my legs is that he would still try to do something to make himself cum, so as I spread my legs, he just changed his position slightly and buried his cock into the crack of my ass and continued to rock back and forth. He was still well on his way to cumming, and oddly enough making my cum in the process, so I had to do something a bit more drastic. I figured that if I could get him off me, I could stand up, get my hands free, and he would give up . 

When I had spread my legs he had actually ended up between them, and my legs were now on either side of his. He had actually went from laying on my back to more of a kneeling position because he was rubbing his cock back and forth between my ass cheeks instead of up and down between my thighs. I figured if I could roll onto my back I would have a better chance of getting up. 

I still didn't have any use of my hands though, so it was going to have to be quick. I whipped my right leg over his head and brought my left leg around his front. I was hoping that I could bring both feet together in front of him when I made it to my back and kick him right in the chest, but he was too quick and managed to grab both of my legs, putting my ankles on either of his shoulders, all in one motion. 

This is when I realized I was in pretty big trouble. Here I am laying on my back with my hands tied behind me and my ass now completely exposed and open with lube all over it. He had ever so slightly scooted forward and brought me towards him before I could say anything and I could feel the head of his dick pressing right against my asshole. 

Now, to say that I had never had anything up my ass would be a lie. I did have one girlfriend earlier this year that convinced me to let her slip a finger in my ass while she gave me a blowjob, and I have to admit that it did feel pretty good. But that dainty little girl finger was nothing compared to the fist like dick that was now pressed up against my ass. 

"Come on Bryan, please..."

"Gladly!" he moaned cutting me off before I could finish asking him to stop as I felt him pop the head of his cock past my sphincter . 

"AHHHHHHH!" I started to scream but then muffled myself by burying my head in my shoulder. Even though I was basically being raped, I didn't want to wake up my parents. I didn't think that I could deal with them finding me like this in any situation. 

His dick felt huge! I don't think he had moved forward at all, but it still felt like it was stretching me wide open. It really didn't seem to hurt that much though which I later found out was due to the fact that he had used almost half the bottle of lube all over my ass combined with the position that I was in opening me up perfectly for his fat cock. 

"Bryan, please don't do this!" I begged him.

"It always hurts a little bit at first. You didn't say anything about stopping before I actually got inside, so you can't really expect me to take you seriously now. I will go really slow to make sure it feels REALLY good for you though. You will be begging for more when I'm done."

With that I felt him push forward ever so slightly and put another inch of cock inside of me. I was glad that he used as much lube as he did because my ass wasn't putting up much resistance at this point. However, I think that he took that as a green light because he didn't wait very long before he slid most of the way in. Or at least I had thought he was most of the way in. Turns out it was really only more like half because over the next few minutes it felt like his dick just kept going, and going, and going until he bottomed out. 

I hadn't really put up much of a fight for a while because I wasn't sure that there was much I could do. He was significantly stronger than I was and had a very tight grip on my legs with what felt like 8 or so inches of cock up my ass. I figured my best way out was to try to wiggle my arms free. However, with his dick completely up my ass, my wiggling around just seemed to encourage him.

"Oh that's right you little bitch, move around on my fat cock! I knew you would love feeling my huge dick inside of you!"

If I had to be honest, It actually didn't feel that bad. He had taken his time getting in me completely and I really wasn't experiencing much pain. I felt really REALLY full though. I couldn't believe he had his entire dick in me. As I wiggled around I did start to get little waves of pleasure which caused my ass to pulse on his cock a little bit and he loved every minute of it. 

"Of fuck yeah! You love that big cock. I'm gonna fuck you like the bitch you are you little slut!"

And with that Bryan started moving his hips back and forth ever so slightly. Probably only an inch or so at a time. Back and forth. In and out. With each pump inside I felt myself opening a little more. The pain was completely gone, and I had given up on escaping at this point, so I decided to enjoy it for what it was. 

"Oh yeah you fucker. You are so fucking tight!"

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! AHHHHH!" I moaned. 

He was definitely picking up his pace a bit and really getting into it. He was probably taking half of his dick out every time he rocked back and was pounding into my ass with a full force. He moved my legs from on top of his shoulders and wrapped them around his waste and went from kneeling to more of a missionary position leaning over my chest, holding himself up with his arms, and looking me in the eyes

His look was pure lust, and I imagine that the look on my face was somewhat similar. His cock felt amazing up my ass, and the new position allowed me to use my legs for leverage against his ass and pull myself into him. 

"Oh fuck. Keep milking my cock! Huh! HUH! You love my fat dick up your tight faggot ass don't you?"

"Ahhh! Yes! Give it to me! Give me your fat cock! I love your huge dick Bryan. Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

He was really pounding me now. Each time he pulled back he was taking almost his entire dick out of me. We really had a good rhythm going now too. It was really difficult with my hands tied behind me, but I was finally getting the hang of rocking back and forth in sync with his pounding. I loved it. I wanted him as deep as he could go, which made me realize that when girls wanted me to give them a good hard fuck, they wanted it doggie style. 

"Ah, Bryan, yes! I love your cock. I want your cock so bad! Give it too me baby. Roll me over and pound me like a bitch! I'm your bitch. I want you to fuck my brains out!" 

I could tell that my dirty talk was getting to him. I always loved it when girls begged for me to fuck them, and was finally getting to experience it from the other end. He was dripping sweat all over me and the look in his eyes told me that he really wanted me. My moaning was getting pretty loud. I needed to be careful or my parents would definitely hear me. 

All of a sudden Bryan pulled back a little further than he had before and he pulled his cock all the way out of my ass. I felt so empty and wanted him to put his fat prick back inside me. He was giving me what I wanted though, and he reached underneath me and pulled my hands out from under my ass, down my legs, and over my feet to the front of my body where he proceeded to untie my hands. 

Before I realized what I was doing I reached up onto the futon that was right next to us on the floor, grabbed a pillow and rolled over onto all fours begging Bryan to give me more fucking.

"Come back to me! I want your cock!"

That sort of brought me back to reality a little bit. I had a girlfriend that I had been trying to fuck for months but here I was acting like a little cock whore begging a guy I don't even like to fuck me in the ass. How the fuck did this happen? I remembered instantly as Bryan shoved the entire length of his dick back into my awaiting ass all in one motion. 

I arched my back and stuck my head up in the air moaning in pleasure as the new position allowed him to pound my prostate for the first time. If I had liked it before, I LOVED it now. I grabbed the pillow and buried my face into it as Bryan grabbed me by the hips and went to town. I was using my elbows on the ground for leverage and was violently thrusting back to him as he rocked me back and forth on his cock. 

"AHHHHH! Bryan fuck me. I want you to fuck me until you fill me up with your cum! Give me your cum Bryan! I need you to fill me up! AHHH! UGH! AHHH! AHHH!"

As he was fucking me he reached around with one of his hands and grabbed onto my dick. I hadn't even thought about it until now, but this was easily the best sex I have ever had and my dick hadn't even been involved up until this point. He started stroking my cock which was as hard as it had ever been, and I nearly came instantly. Bryan was starting to slow his pace a bit and focus on just giving me long hard thrusts in time with him stroking my cock. He would stroke back on my dick all the way to the base as his pulled out of my tight ass and then move all the way back up to the head as he pounded back into me. 

"Oh Bryan that feels so fucking good! OH MY GOD! Fuck me! I love your huge dick in my ass! You're going to make me cum Bryan! Please PLEASE Fuck me til I cum."

"Does that feel good baby? You like my huge cock in your tight little pussy ass? You want me to fuck you? You want me to give you more of my cock?"

He demeanor was changing a little bit. He wasn't so much as pounding me at this point as he was building me up to my orgasm. I couldn't tell if he was dialing it back a little because he was about to cum but didn't want it to be over, or if he was trying to pleasure me over using me for his pleasure. 

"Yes Bryan! Please fuck me. I want you to fuck me. I NEED you to fuck me!"

With that I felt Bryan pull all the way out of me, let go of my cock, and move away from me. With a little whimper of disapproval I turned my head back to see what he was doing, and saw him stand up and go sit on the futon I knew what was happening at this point. Bryan knew that he had beat me. He knew that I wanted him to finish me off as much as he wanted to fill me with his jizz, but he was going to make me earn it. 

His look told me everything. It was the cocky look of a champion boxer that had just knocked his opponent down in the first round. It was a look that told me that he wasn't done with me if I wanted some more, but I would have to take the initiative. Up until this point Bryan had been fucking me. He had forced his way on top of me and inside of me to the point that I was begging him to continue, but if I wanted any more I would have to do the work and fuck myself on his towering cock. 

Fuck it. He and I both knew what I wanted. I walked over and put my knees up onto the futon on either side of his legs. If I was gonna do this, I was gonna go all the way. I placed both of my hands behind his neck and leaned into him. I looked him right in the eyes as I leaned in and kissed him on his cheek. I kissed my way over to right below his ear where I started nibbling on the bottom of his earlobe as I felt him place his hands on each of my knees and rub them up my thighs.

I raised myself up a bit and looked down at him into his eyes. He slowly moved his hands from my thighs, to my waist, and then up onto the small of my back. He pulled me down just a little bit towards his chest and met my lips with his. It was just a small peck at first until I opened up my mouth and bit on his bottom lip just a little bit. He got the hint and moved his tongue into my mouth as he moved his hands down to my ass. 

I felt him spread my cheeks apart and run his hands along the crack of my ass which was still slick from all the lube he had poured on it earlier. I moaned into his mouth when I felt him slip one of his fingers just past the entrance to my ass. My hole was wide open for his finger after having his huge cock in it, but his finger still gave me pleasure. Just not enough at this point.

I moved my mouth from his, and gazed into his eyes. He wanted me. Never in my life had I felt so sexy as I did right then. Bryan was a stud and he wanted ME to pleasure him. 




Straight Guy Gets Fucked



"You want my cum baby?" he asked me as he leaned up and whispered in my ear.

They say actions speak louder than words, so I took that as my cue, leaned back a little and started lowering myself down. I reached back with my right hand to feel for his cock, and for the first time wrapped my hand around it. My fingers were barely able to touch around his thickness. I still couldn't believe that he had got this whole monster inside of me, but I kept lowering myself down onto his awaiting dick. 

I guided his head right to the opening of my ass, moved my hand back around is neck, and sat all the way down in one motion, completely impaling myself on the full length of his thick penis. With that, I threw my head back in ecstasy and start going to work. 

Raising myself up and down and up and down. It felt amazing.

"AHHHH! AHHHH! Huh! Huh! Oh Yes! YES! YEEEESSSSS! Fuck Me Bryan. Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Any pain that I had previously felt seemed like ages ago at this point. It felt so amazing. Waves of pleasure were pouring over me now, and I just couldn't seem to get enough. 

"Bryan, you're gonna make me cum! AH! AH! AH! HUH! YES! YES! Fuck Me! FUCK ME! I'M CUMMING"

The constant pounding of my prostate sent me over the edge and I started shooting my cum all over Bryan's stomach and chest. 

"AHHHHHHHHHHH" I yelled. I had never felt anything like it. It was easily the best orgasm of my life and I had cum more than ever. 

With that Bryan grabbed onto my waist and the look in his eyes completely changed. He was hungry now. He wanted to get off, and I was going to be tool he used to accomplish his goal. He lifted me off of his cock in one motion, and put me back up standing on my feet. He was behind me in and instant, pushing me over the arm of the futon, and sliding his dick right back into me. With this new position, he had all the leverage he needed to finish himself off in my ass. 

He grabbed onto my waist and just started going to town. His grunting was getting louder and louder, and I could tell that he had been holding off his orgasm for a while at this point and was really on the verge of filling me up.

We got into another good rhythm as I was rocking back to meet his forward thrusts, and I loved knowing that I was giving him so much pleasure as I heard him moaning behind me.

"I'm gonna give you my seed you little bitch, but you have to beg for it."

For the first time I realized that I had indeed become his bitch. If he wanted me, I would be his forever. I had never received such pleasure in all my life, and I knew that I wouldn't be satisfied sexually from now on without a dick up my ass. 

I wanted his cum so bad. I don't know when or why it happened, but something within me wanted nothing more in that instant than to be a vessel to receive his cum. In this moment I realized that I wanted nothing more than to taste his semen. I wanted to take as much of his huge dick in my mouth as I could and feel his hot seed running down my throat. But I spoke too soon and didn't get my chance..

"Oh Bryan, I want your semen so bad. Give it to me! Please! PLEASE! Oh Baby, I want to taste it so bad..."

But in that instant I could feel his cock swelling up in my ass and then begin shooting thick ropes of cum against my prostate. That sent me over the edge again and I came for the second time in ten minutes without ever touching my cock, this time all over my futon. He just kept pounding me and pounding me and filling me up with his jizz. I felt like such a whore because I never wanted it to stop. 

He reached down and grabbed my by the hair and pulled me up till my back was against his chest. He still had his softening dick inside of me when he started sucking and nibbling on my neck.

"Just a little reminder who the real man is and which one of us is a pussy bitch" he said as he finished giving me a hickey. I couldn't care less though. 

He started climbing the ladder up to my top bunk, and I followed right behind. It was only a twin bed, so there wasn't really much room for the both of us, which meant that we would be close the rest of the night. I gladly settled into a spooning position hoping that I would get to experience one last position before the night was over.

"Is everything okay in there?"

"Yeah dad, we just finished a movie and are headed to bed"

"Alright. Try to keep the volume down next time. We could hear screaming all the way upstairs."



Straight Guy Seduced by CD



I guess it never hurts to be the Good Samaritan, but I never knew that it would pay off the way that it did.

I was working at a bookstore, downtown, over the summer, trying to save up some extra money for my next year at college. I didn't mind the attention I got from the girls at the store... being on the school's fencing team had allowed me to build up a pretty good physique, and I've been told that my face is easy on the eyes. It wasn't hard to make friends there, 'cause we did all pretty much love to work with the books.

Rick was just another one of the guys there, who spent his time between the cash register and stocking the shelves. We'd talked a lot about our favorite mystery authors and some of the newer horror literature, and we got along pretty well. It was always good to stock the shelves with someone who you could talk to.

There was a company party coming up, and I was looking forward to attending. A few of the girls had been giving me knowing glances, and I was anticipating some action either at, or after, the party. Working all the extra hours that I did, it had been a while since I'd had some quality female attention.

I guess everyone was a little distracted the day of the party, working a little too hard to get to the end of the day. Lucy, one of the other stockers, accidentally nudged a cart that was piled a LITTLE too high with boxes, and that started a chain reaction in the back room. Ever lifted a box full of books? These weighed in at around a hundred pounds each.

Rick was opening a box, and even though he turned at the sound of stuff crashing into each other, he never saw the two boxes that were going to come down on his head. Luckily, I was close to him. I threw myself into him, knocking him out of the way. Hell, I barely got myself out of the way... the corner of a box scraped along my back, tearing my shirt and leaving a nasty welt.

There were gasps and screams and stuff, but I was looking back over my shoulder, trying to assess the personal damage. When I'd determined that nothing had broken the skin, and that I was gonna need a new shirt, I turned back around, and Rick was just staring at me, breathing hard.

"You saved my life, Steve," he said, eyes wide.

"Hey, no problem," I said, as the manager came into the back to see what had happened.

Lucy was all over us, apologizing, and since she was one of the hotter girls at the store, that wasn't really unpleasant. "Accidents happen," and all, and everyone was all smiles. Everyone except Rick... he was pretty badly shaken. Well, that was understandable. Another second, and two hundred pounds of book would have intersected his skull at terminal velocity... not pretty to think about.

It was pretty close to closing time, so the manager told Rick that he could go home early and calm down. Looking at Rick, he wasn't in any mood to go to a party, anyway. He was either staring at the spot where he'd been standing, where two boxes of hardbacks had hit and broken open, or staring at me. Made me a little uncomfortable, but hell, I'd saved his life. I could understand.

Rick just kind of looked at his shaking hands when he was told he could go home, and he looked at me again. I knew he was in no shape to drive, and I just sighed inwardly. He needed help getting home, but it would probably cost me the whole night, and the party was calling to me.

Well, I'm not a bastard. I could get action out of the girls later... Lucy definitely owed me some pussy for making sure she wasn't guilty of manslaughter. "Can I take the rest of the day off, too?" I asked. "Rick needs a ride home, and I can't work the front with my shirt like this."

When I turned around to show my back to the manager, Lucy and Rick both gasped. I guess the welt looked worse than it felt. The manager just said "Sure, Steve... get that taken care of!"

Promising him that I would, I stepped over to Rick. "Come on, man, I'll give you a ride home... you're not driving like that."

Rick just looked up at me. "You... you'll miss... you know..."

I shrugged. "It's only a party, Rick... 'sides, I'd have to go change, anyway."

Rick just nodded, and we walked out to the parking lot. He was really quiet, but I guess almost buying it can make you introspective. He gave me directions to his place, a nice apartment not too far from the store. I parked in the back, and he looked at me.

"Do you want to come up for a drink, or something? I mean... I guess I can at least offer you a beer for saving my life..."

He seemed really unsure of himself, and still really shaken, and I didn't know if he could make it up a flight of stairs on his own. I shrugged.

"That sounds fair," I said. I helped him into the building, and I steadied his arm as we went up two flights of stairs. He seemed to get a little more balanced as we stepped into his apartment.

It was a nice place... nicer than I'd have figured for a bookstore employee. Well decorated, almost with a woman's touch. Should have been my first clue, I suppose.

"Have a seat, I'll go get you that beer," he said, walking into the kitchen. I sat on the couch, and admired his entertainment center.

"You getting' paid more than me?" I asked, chuckling. "This place is nice!"

Rick came back out with a couple of Heinekins', and sat next to me on the couch. "Actually, the bookstore is my second job. I just work there 'cause I like books a lot," he said, handing me my beer. "I teach first aid at the community college at nights. Now, let me look at that back."

I sipped the beer and turned my back to him, figuring I was pretty lucky to have saved the life of someone that could tend to the injury I got doing it. He ran his fingers along my muscled back, next to the welt, and I got some tingles along the insides of my thighs. That felt good... too good for being touched by a guy. But I remembered that he was just trying to help me with a minor injury, and relaxed.

"You'll have to take off the shirt," he said, which I'd kinda figured. I slipped off my shirt, and caught sight of some blood next to the tear. Damn, it had broken the skin, just not enough to have been readily apparent.

"Let me get some things," he said, hurrying into the back. I took another sip of the beer, and cursed my high pain threshold. Wasn't the first time I'd gotten hurt worse than I figured I had. Rick was back in a few minutes, and he started working on the sore spot.

"You've got a nasty shallow laceration here," he said, as I heard bottles being opened and tape being pulled off of rolls. "Not going to need stitches, but I'm going to disinfect it, which might sting."

I just nodded, and let him work. He had good hands for this sort of thing, it actually felt nice when he supported himself with a hand on my shoulder or ran his fingertips along the wound.

It took a while... I guess I was in worse shape than I thought. I finished the beer, and he handed me his... he hadn't so much as touched it. About halfway through the second beer, I glanced at the clock and winced... no way I was making the party, now. I mentally waved goodbye to the concept of having sex that night, and waited for Rick to finish the job.

"There," he said. "Go ahead and sit back, and tell me if it feels ok."

I leaned back into the couch, and the soreness was, in fact, gone. "Hey, pretty good, Rick... that's a lot better!"

"We'll have to work out how I can change the dressing tomorrow," he said, putting the first aid supplies back into the kit, "but it shouldn't need it more than once."

"Thanks," I said, smiling. He actually blushed, and closed the kit.

"I... I really want to thank you," he said, eyes looking downward. "If those boxes had hit me..."

I put a hand on his shoulder... seemed like a good thing to do. "Hey, you'd have done the same for me. Don't worry about it."

He smiled for a moment, then got a little sullen again. "And now I made you miss the party, and I know that a lot of people were looking forward to seeing you there."

I shrugged, scratching my head. "Hey, it's not like I can't get laid some other time, right?"

He chuckled. "No, I'll bet you get ladies all the time."

I finished the second beer, and set the bottle down. "Not lately... but no worries."

He looked at me sideways. "You're not getting laid all the time?" he asked. "With a body like that?"

"Hey, with all the overtime I work, I just haven't had time to meet someone... you know?"

"And you skipped the party... to bring me home?" he asked. I just nodded, really missing the girls.

He blushed even more fiercely, for a moment, which I found really odd. "Um... Steve? I really want to thank you... wait for a few minutes?"

I swear, I had NO idea what he had in mind... so I just nodded. "Sure... you don't have to, though... it's all good."

"No... please... just a few minutes." He took the first aid kit back towards his bedroom, and closed the door.

Two beers wasn't usually enough to impair me, and I suppose I could have left, but after going home to get a new shirt, getting to the party clear back on the other side of town would have meant I'd be getting there in the last few minutes... not worth it, really. And Rick still didn't seem way stable, so hangin' out to make sure he was ok seemed like a good idea.

It was more than a few minutes, though... it was more like half an hour. He had some magazines on the table, so I started flipping through one. Mostly glamour and fashion magazines... and then it started to hit me. The good interior decorating, the gentle touches on my back, the fashion magazines... was Rick gay?

About then, I heard the bedroom door open, but with the dressing on my back, I couldn't turn around to look while seated. Then the lights dimmed, and I closed my eyes. "Fuck," I thought. "He's going to try and seduce me." I was trying to figure out a diplomatic way to tell him to keep the hell away from me, when he stepped out in front of me. Except he wasn't really a "he" at the moment.

The dress shirt and denim jeans were gone, replaced by a tight black minidress and a pair of sheer stockings. He must keep his legs shaved bare, I thought. My mind was pulling in details by the bucket load... partially trying to escape the situation, partially diving into it. He had put on makeup and a long blonde wig, and he looked fucking hot. He had gone into his bedroom a shaken male coworker, now he was a willowy, chestless blonde with long legs and fuck-me pumps. 

"Steve? I know this might be weird, but I really couldn't think of any other way to thank you enough... so, please... just hear me out, ok?"

What the hell do you say to that? I just nodded.

Rick sat down next to me again, and took my hand in his. "I know you're as straight as they come, and I know that you gave up a lot to help me out, tonight. You should be getting laid by a gorgeous bookstore girl right now, but here you are, helping me."

He leaned really close, and even the perfume he was wearing turned me the hell on. "So, can I make that happen for you, Steve? Please?"

My mind was formulating the carefully diplomatic "no" with care and deliberation, which is why I was so surprised when I swallowed hard and nodded. My body was going to be in charge on this one. My cock was getting hard, my breathing was speeding up, and Rick leaned in, and kissed me.

I'd never kissed a guy before, but I'd kissed plenty of girls. I couldn't tell the difference. Then his tongue was touching mine, and my arms were going around him, and I started to just lose track of what was going on. I was in what might as well have been a woman's apartment, with a beautiful woman, who's life I had saved, and she wanted to thank me. I really wasn't having a problem with this.

The kiss broke, and Rick smiled at me. "I was really, really hoping you'd say 'yes,'" he said.

"Rick," I said, but he put his fingers on my lips.

"Rikki," he said. "I'm Rikki now, Steve... your Rikki."

I just nodded, forgetting completely what I was about to say. Rikki giggled, and ran her hands down my bare chest. I couldn't think of Rikki as a "he," anymore, and I closed my eyes and got lost in the fantasy.

Her skillful fingers found my nipples, and slowly stroked and caressed them, bringing moans from deep in my chest. I could feel the little tingles in my inner thighs again, running straight into my balls and making my hard cock throb. Then those wonderful hands were working down across my tight abs, and stroking the hardness at the front of my jeans.

"My god," she said, as her hands worked up and down the length of my cock through the denim. "I'm really doing it for you, aren't I?"

I could only nod. Her hands gliding along my cock through the fabric of my jeans felt so good that I wanted more... a lot more. She chuckled deep in her throat, and unbuttoned my button-fly. She leaned down, and I could feel her hot breath just beneath my belly button, as her fingertips found the elastic band on my boxer-briefs. I reflexively lifted my hips as she dragged my jeans and underwear down to my knees, releasing my raging hard-on, which slapped up against my stomach.

"Fuck," she said, as her fingertips traced up along my nine-inch length. "The girls at the store don't know what they're missing..."

I just laughed, until I felt her tongue at the tip of my cock. Then all I could do was moan, as she slowly tongued the head of it, running it in circles around the coronal rim, and wriggling the tip of her tongue in my piss-slit. Her amazing hands found my balls, and slowly caressed and rolled them.

She ran her tongue up and down the underside of my dick for a few minutes, driving me fucking crazy. Then, she pressed her tongue against the base of it, and her lips came down a second later. The pressure at the base of the underside of my cock, along with her wriggling tongue tip, felt amazing... if she'd have kept that up, I think that alone could have made me cum. But she had more plans for me.

Slowly, she kissed up and down the underside of my cock, pausing at the head to lick the very tip, before going back down to the base. One hand still stroked and caressed my scrotum, while the other played with my sensitive nipples. She wasn't just blowing me... she was making love to my cock with her mouth, and I was helpless to do anything but sit there and let it continue happening.

When my blood was pounding so hard that I could feel my pulse in my teeth, she licked up to the tip of the head again, and slowly took the head of my cock into her hot, wet mouth. She ran her tongue around it for a minute or so, moaning on my dick, before slowly taking more, and more of my cock in.

Somewhere, in the back of my head, there was a voice saying "Dude, you're getting blown by a GUY!" And I didn't really care.

Rikki sucked hard on my cock as she took it further, and further into her mouth. There was no gagging or choking when it passed into her throat, and soon, my balls were pressed against her chin. No girl had EVER taken all of me before, and when she licked my balls while my cock was all the way down her throat, I knew that I was pretty much addicted. I was a Rikki addict from that point on.

Slowly, she came back up, until just the head of my cock was in her mouth, and slowly, she went back down. Agonizingly slowly... I wanted to grab her head and rape her throat, but I kept my arms across the back of the couch. A man doesn't get head like this all the time... once in a lifetime, if he's lucky. I was going to enjoy every second of it.

And Rikki was an artist. She kept my cock rock hard and throbbing in her mouth for a long time, slowly blowing me. Her lips were like hot, wet silk, dragging up and down the length of my prick, her tongue running along the underside, constantly moving, constantly stimulating. When the head of my cock would slide into her hot, tight throat, she would swallow around it, massaging it with her throat muscles. She slowly bobbed up and down on it, taking it from tip to roots with every downward thrust of her head. My hips stared reflexively thrusting up into her mouth, and she adapted to my rhythm, but keeping the speed nice and slow.

My cock was now so hard, and I was so raging aroused, that I could hear my blood pulsing in my ears. After twenty minutes of being slowly blown, she lifted her head off of my prick, looked me in the eyes, and said "I need you to fuck me, Steve... please!"

There was no going back now. None at all. Without waiting for me to reply, she got up, and straddled my waist, her skirt riding up.

The reality of the situation slapped me in the stomach... her cock was hard, about half the size of mine, and drooling pre-cum. Before I could do more than notice it, she had reached behind her, grasped my spit-slick cock in her hand, and placed the head of it against her anus.

"Fuck me, Steve... fill me..."

As I reflexively thrust my hips up, she sank down on me, taking my big, hard cock all the way up her ass. Her fingers bit into my shoulders as she hissed in pain, her lips right next to my ear. "So... fucking... Big..."

"Did I hurt you?" I asked, worried...even as my hands settled on her waist.

"Yessss.... So good," she said. She smiled at me, then lifted off, until just the head of my cock was in her ass... and then she SLAMMED herself back down, shrieking.

There was going to be no long and slow, this time, and I didn't care. Rikki fucked me with wild abandon, matching the speed and rhythm of my thrusts with her own. I'd never fucked a woman in the ass, before, much less a man. It was so different from the sex that I'd had before. It was hot and tight, tighter than anything I'd ever had my cock in. Rikki would clench and unclench her anus, milking my cock expertly, sliding that amazing, tight asshole up and down my throbbing cock. It was like nothing I'd ever had before, and as I was already amazingly ready from the blowjob, it wasn't long before I grabbed her shoulders, slammed her down onto my prick, and roared as I shot my cum DEEP in her bowels!

Rikki squealed as I came in her, and she buried her head in my shoulder as I could feel her cock pulse sticky wetness onto my chest. Her orgasm did AMAZING things to her rectum, because the pulsing and quivering of her anal muscles made it feel like I came a second time, pumping even more cum into her. My whole body locked in a rictus, trapping her against me, as my balls forcefully emptied themselves up Rikki's ass, leaving me drained, exhausted... spent.

Rikki's hips gyrated on my cock for a few moments more... rubbing her own cock against my chest, milking herself dry. It felt so fucking good that I couldn't get soft... I stayed hard up her butt.

When we could both breathe again, Rikki looked into my eyes.

"Thank you for saving my life, Steve... you can have me whenever you want me." She kissed me then... deeply, passionately. I kissed her back, my hands massaging up and down her spine.

We stayed like that for a bit... it felt good to be inside her, and against her, all at once.

"You know," Rikki said, after a moment, "Lucy owes you, too."

"I guess she does," I replied, smiling.

"You know... I'm not gay," said Rikki. "I'm bi. You want to have Lucy AND me? At the same time? I think I can arrange it..."

The thought made my cock throb, which brought a moan from Rikki.

No... it never hurts to be the Good Samaritan.



Straight Guy Sucks Cock - On Video



As I drove slowly throughout the business park, my mind swirled with conflicting thoughts. What was I thinking? Was I really going to go through with this? Part of me just wanted to drive away and forget that I ever even seriously considered doing this? It's one thing to think about this type of thing as pure fantasy but something altogether different to do it for real. But, the other part of me said that if I don't do it now, I may never muster the nerve to try it again. I felt that I just had to know what it felt like just one if my life. 

I was heading for an appointment. But, this was not just any appointment. I was going there to suck another man's cock for the first time in my life. And, to make matters all the more exciting or tense depending upon one's perspective, the scene was going to be filmed on video for distribution on an amateur gay website.

The circumstances that led to this whole experience hardly developed overnight. As a guy in my early 30s, I had been watching mostly straight porn regularly for some ten or so years. Initially, I concentrated mainly on the women themselves and paid little attention to anything else. But, as time passed, I found myself starting to wonder how the woman felt as they first performed outwardly submissive acts, particularly being naked on their knees giving guys blow jobs and taking cum in their face or mouths.  

I particularly enjoyed watching woman who seemed some more quiet and reserved than typical porn starlets; for that reason, I tended to concentrate on amateur porn that featured "everyday" woman. I wondered if this is something that they truly enjoyed or whether they were just going through the motions, so to speak, to obtain some quick cash. 

The curiosity intensified with the passage of time. And, as I continued to watch porn, I found myself starting to fantasize about doing the things that those woman did that turned me on so much – namely giving guys blowjobs and taking their cum. Each time I viewed these scene, I wish I were the one in the video giving those blowjobs.

I dismissed these thoughts as nothing more than pure fantasy and certainly nothing that I would do in real life. And, because I'm otherwise totally straight and quite conservative in nature, I also felt somewhat awkward and perhaps even somewhat guilty that I fantasizing this way in the first place. So, I simply continued watching the videos without much more thought. 

But, then, out of pure happenstance, I stumbled across something that changed all of that. I was searching the web for some straight porn featuring blow jobs and facial cumshots when I inadvertently got redirected to an amateur gay porn site run by a guy called Frank. The site supposedly featured straight guys giving blowjobs for the first time in their lives and for the first time on camera. Although I was quite familiar with straight porn websites and usually could distinguish between true amateur performers and professionals, I really didn't know anything about gay porn at the time and didn't know if the site's claims were true. Regardless, though, the very idea that a straight guy such as myself would agree to give another guy a blowjob for the first time in his life, while being videotaped no less, intrigued the hell out of me. 

I checked out the sample videos and then signed up for a trial membership. As I watched the scene, I got the indeed sense that some of the guys featured in some of the videos indeed were new to all of this. Some of the cues were pretty subtle, such as minor things that indicated to me that they were a bit nervous and uneasy about the whole situation. The set-up of each of the scenes was fairly straightforward. Basically, the guy walked into Frank's office (a fairly spartan one at that), engaged in a brief interview, and then stripped naked to give Frank a blow job to completion. I never got a look at Frank face. But, judging from the sound of his voice and appearance of his body, I imagined that he probably was in his 40s. He appeared to be of a somewhat stocky build with a cock of fairly average size. In some cases, Frank came directly into the guy's mouth; in other cases, he jacked off onto the guy's face. Frank seemed to produce an above-average amount of cum; that certainly enhanced the visual appear of the cumshots. In most cases, Frank shot the scene holding the camera himself in the "point of view" style that has become somewhat common in straight porn; in a few cases, it was clear that either the camera was mounted on a tripod or operated by another person, somebody who was out of view and not part of the scene itself. At the time, I had no idea who that cameraperson was.

Watching these videos further intensified my curiosity. Although the scenes did not have the same pure visual appeal for me as watching straight porn, they did fuel a bunch of thoughts of how the guy felt doing what he was doing. Indeed, these guys were carrying out the very acts that had become the subject of my fantasies for some time now. Did they feel nervous? Excited? Awkward? I felt myself starting to identify with them, if only vicariously.

Like many sites of this type, this one invited guys who were interesting in participating in one of the videos to contact Frank for a possible shoot. The contact information reiterated the theme that the producer really was seeking straight guys who are curious about trying something new. Given my increasing curiosity level, I wanted to get additional information about the whole process without necessarily doing anything further. I figured that I would call Frank just to discuss the process without actually acting upon it. But, each time I got close to actually phoning him, I basically chickened out; after all, what was I possibly thinking contacting a complete stranger asking him if he would be interesting in having me suck his cock on camera. So, for some time, nothing happened. 

But, despite all this hesitation on my part, the curiosity continued to build to a point where I felt I had to do something, anything, to progress to the next level or just abandon the idea once and for all. So, one day, I decided to go just a little bit further. I picked up the phone, rang Frank's number and tensely awaited his response. After a couple of rings, Frank picked up the phone. I fumbled my way through the explanation of why I was calling, all the time almost disbelieving that I actually had gotten to this point. I think he sensed the tension in my voice and acted to reassure me that the process here isn't meant to intimidating or anything like that. He said a lot of new guys feel a little uneasy at first. He seemed pretty sincere and down-to-earth. In the end, we scheduled a meeting for that upcoming Saturday afternoon at this office. But, although I had gotten to the point of speaking him by phone, I still didn't think that I actually would appear in person at his office. 

Between that call and Saturday, my curiosity and anxiety each reached new heights. I had watched a seemingly countless number of blow-job scenes; most of the woman made the act of giving blow-jobs seem rather routine. But, the thought of giving a blowjob job myself, let alone on video, didn't seem routine at all. This, after all, was way out of character for me. Although I had gotten to this point, the reality of the situation quickly was becoming evident. I quite seriously was beginning to think that this was the extent of it and that I would go no further. 

When Saturday morning arrived, the indecision continued. I went through my normal routine of errands but made a point to drive to the business park where Frank's office was located. Although I had not yet fully committed to proceed with the appointment, I figured I could at least pass by the area to see what it looked like and perhaps catch a glimpse of Frank. I arrived there quite early around 10:00 even thought the appointment was not scheduled to begin until 10:30. I drove slowly in and around the parking lot. Because this was a Saturday morning, the parking lot was pretty much empty. I guess I was a little relieved to see nobody because, if they knew what I was doing there, I probably would be somewhat embarrassed. When I approached the address that Frank had supplied, I came across a plain-looking office front, one that contained signs featuring various insurance products. Because nobody was in the area, I peered through the windows but did not see anything unusual for that type of office environment. At first, I wondered if perhaps Frank had provided or if I had written down the wrong address. But, I didn't think much about it because I figured that perhaps Frank had a back room in which he shot the scenes out of public view. 

From there, I just kind of wandered aimlessly back in the direction of my car firm in the conviction that this was enough of all this nonsense; I almost felt relieved that I had finally made a firm decision not to proceed any further. But, then, out of nowhere, a young female voice asked "Are you here for the video shoot?" I about froze dead in my tracks. Who was this person? And, how did she know why I was there? 

I turned and slowly approached her. She seemed to be a young women in her early 20s with a slightly tomboyish look, sporting rather shortest hair and a slender, almost athletic, build. I struggled mightily to find words to extricate myself from this whole mess. At one point, I just thought that I would walk quickly towards my car and leave for good. But, for whatever reason, I spoke with her and acknowledged that I indeed was there for the shoot. She said that her name was Kim and explained that she was Frank's assistant and that, from time to time, she handled the videography work. I guess this answered my question about the identity of the nameless, faceless person who handled the camera when Frank was not shooting in POV style. She went on to say that Frank asked her to organize everything and get things started because he was running a little late and wouldn't arrive at the office until 11:00. 

She invited me into the office and, for reasons that I may not ever fully understand, I accepted. For her, this all seemed very routine and professional. Did she understand the inner turmoil that I was experiencing at the moment? I had the same sinking feeling that I often had as I waited in the dentist's waiting room, anxiously awaiting my turn. The thought of given a guy a blow-job itself was quite intimidating; the thought of doing it on film and now in front of a woman made it all the more so. She asked me to fill out a couple of legal forms and so forth. She asked casually if I had never done this before. I told her that this was my first time and told her that I really couldn't believe I was doing this. At this point, she may have sensed that I was somewhat nervous as I must have come across somewhat frozen and totally unsure of myself. She said that I shouldn't worry about anything and that I would have a really good time; after all, she said, this was just sex, nothing more. That was easy for her to say; I was the guy here who shortly would be engaging in gay sex for the first time in my life. As time went by, I seriously considered just getting up, walking out and ending this for good. But, I didn't. I just waited there, probably looking totally sheepish. As Kim and I continued to talk, sometimes about everyday things, I oddly found that her gentle demeanor and reassuring attitude calmed me a bit (though not much).

Then, I heard the sound of a car in the distance, followed sounds of footsteps as Frank walked towards the office and opened the door. I got my first good look at Frank. Some of my earlier impressions were confirmed. He was in fact in his middle forties, standing about 5' 8" and sporting a somewhat stocky build. He introduced himself in much the same way as a new business acquaintance would do, firm and confidant but a little detached. He apologized for being late but said that he was glad I was there considering that a lot of first-timers fail to appear at all without any notification whatsoever. I still wasn't sure why I was still there. But, I knew that, with each passing minute, I was getting drawn deeper and deeper into this whole thing and that getting out of it would be increasingly difficult to do. Perhaps, I was just intrigued to see in person what really goes on in a porn shoot, perhaps not quite making the connection perhaps that this was my own porn shoot. 

He asked Kim and me to follow him to the back room where the shoots are done. Just as I concluded as I had watched his videos on the web, the room was very spartan. Frank sat behind a small desk. I sat on a couch and Kim started taping the proceedings. I guess this was the moment of truth, the point of no return. Although I could have just left, I was afraid that I would look like a bumbling idiot. And, perhaps, just perhaps, the thought of doing something that I had longed to do for some time now was proving to be quite exciting.

Frank started with a short interview. He explained his story in much the same fashion that he had done in other shoots. He said that although he had grown up straight, he had come to find that he like getting blow jobs so much that he had long since stopped caring whether he got them from woman or men. So, he'd figure that he increase the number of blow-jobs that he'd received and also making a little money in the process by setting up this web-site. I innocently asked why he didn't set up a "conventional" web-site featuring young ladies like a lot of other producers do. He said that he found working with other guys to be somewhat easier. He then asked me about why I had gotten into this. I responded with a brief response that it simply was always something I wanted to try. To which he responded that I had come to the right place. I found myself drawn into the discussion itself; and, although I always was aware of Kim's presence in the room, I guess I didn't dwell on it. 

After 5 or 10 minutes of talk, Frank asked if I was ready to get started. And, then the reality really set in. Although I had imagined this scene many times in the days leading up to this event, doing it for real took on a whole new dimension. In a totally non-chalant kind of way, he told me to strip. Neither Kim nor he seemed to think that this was a big deal. But, as was my nature, I was feeling somewhat modest about getting totally naked in front of two strangers. But, somehow, I mustered the nerve to go through with it, trying to look casual about the whole thing. I started with my shoes, shirts and jeans. Then, I removed my socks. I was left standing there briefly in my underwear. And, then off they came. Although I had not consciously thought about the reaction all of this was having on me, I was surprised to find that I was semi-hard at this point. Anyway, I just kind of stood there like a deer in the headlights awaiting Frank's next instructions. 

Frank and Kim took a couple of minutes making some technical arrangement with the lights and cameras. After they finished that, Frank removed his clothes until he too was totally naked. Because he had done this type of scene many times before, he seemed very relaxed being naked. And, Kim herself didn't seem to think that there was anything unusual happening here. For her, too, this really was just another day in the office, so to speak. But, for me, this was not just any day. Here I was, standing stark naked in front of two strangers, about ready to give head to another guy for the first time in my life while a young woman filmed the event for others to see. This all was starting to seem quite surreal. But, by this point, I was far down the road to turn back now.

Franks next set of directions got me all the much closer to doing the deed. As he stood and leaned back against one of the walls, he told Kim to get in position with her camera standing beside him and then told me to get on my knees directly in front of him. I did as I was told. My knees planted firmly into the carpeted floor. I felt my own cock brush the floor. My head was now at face level with Frank's cock. This is the very cock that I had seen on his web-site; and, now, here I sat (or knelt to be more precise) with that same cock staring me right in my eyes. I meekly looked at up at him as if awaiting further direction. In the corner of my eye, I noticed Kim holding the camera and looking at me intently; the glare of the camera light was a bit disorienting. Frank gently nudged his head as if to say that we should get started. 

And, so we did. With my right hand, I took a firm hold of his cock and starting to stroke with it. With my left hand, I cupped his balls. I faintly detected a slightly musky smell that I often had heard others describe. Although I had stroked my own cock seemingly countless times before, stroking another man's cock provided a different sensation altogether. Perhaps it was just the angle or the slightly different dimensions of his cock. Although at this point he probably was only half erect, his cock was probably 5" in length and a little wider than my own. He gradually grew in length and firmness. The head of his cock was starting to turn into a purplish shade. Although this had only been taking place for a minute or so, it seemed as though more time had passed because I was still quite unsure of what I was doing or even why I was still here.

But, I knew this wasn't just a hand-job video and that simply stroking him as I had been doing was only a warm-up to the real deal. I moved my head in the direction of his cock and then opened my mouth to accept his cock. This was it, I thought to myself. He shifted his stance slightly and put his cock inside mouth. I simply did what I had seen so many women do on film. I sucked his cock back and forth. I now was a cocksucker in a very literal sense. 

His cock felt larger in my mouth than it did when I simply was holding it. And, it was warmer too. I dropped my right hand to my side, almost wanting to stroke my own cock but decided against it because, in my heightened state of arousal and all-around tension, I'd almost certainly cum all too quickly. I continued to use my left hand to cup his balls gently and stroke the base of his cock. His cock grew some more until it reached its fully-erect state of perhaps 7" inches or so. As the minutes passed, my initial nervousness subsided as I found myself settling into a fairly steady rhythm and adjusting to my role as a cocksucker. 

Kim remained totally silent throughout everything; from time to time, she would adjust her position to get a different angle. Although many women probably would have viewed what I was doing as being somewhat pathetic or strange, she never said or did anything of a judgmental nature.

I hope I was doing a good job. And, I think I was given Frank's physical response and occasional words of encouragement. Although I was too insecure in what I was doing to stray too far from a basic cocksucking technique, I occasionally adjusted my hand positions and the intensity with which I applied my mouth to his cock. 

Throughout this time, the filming was continuous. But, after ten minutes or so, Frank told Kim to break so that we could set up for the cum-shot. From my previous viewing of Frank's work, I know that the cumshots were quite important to him. He approached them with meticulous detail. He always seem to take great care at achieving a good camera angle as well as a good physical position between himself and the guy so that cum would land where it was intended to land – on the guy's face or mouth – and not on the floor or anything like that. Frank always seemed to produce an above-average amount of cum, most of it of the creamy-white variety. 

Frank told Kim to stand on small step-ladder in back of him and to position the camera in a nearly vertical position, almost as if he himself were shooting the tape in a POV style. In a very matter-of-fact manner, Frank then asked me what I'd prefer – straight in the mouth, on the face or a combination. Just hearing him ask the question of that type reinforced the realization that I truly had ventured into territory that was totally new for me. I asked what he meant the last of the choices, what he called the "combination". He said that, basically, he would cum on my face and that, after a short while, he or Kim would scoop the cum from my face with a spoon and then feed me the goo. Whatever possessed me to answer as I did, I said that we should do the combination. He said that sounded good to him. 




Straight Guy Sucks Cock - On Video



Frank instructed me to remain there on my knees and to tilt my head slightly back so that he would have the optimal angle for unloading on my face. He then starting jacking himself off at a very steady pace and, after a little while, told me to get ready. I just knelt there calmly as wild thoughts continued to swirl through my mind. I was about to be "facialized" as I have heard others describe the act. And, then it happened. Frank positioned his cock so that it was just above my lips; and, then, his cock started to gush a fairly healthy amount of sperm. Most of it struck me on the upper lip and then slowly slid downward on and around my mouth and chin. It certainly felt very thick and creamy. And, I certainly felt as though I had done something unusual.

I remained in my position awaiting Frank's next instruction. After he paused momentarily to regain his strength, he asked Kim to give him the camera and to use the spoon to feed me Frank's cum. She grabbed the spoon from one of the table drawers and did as Frank asked her to do. Because the spoon was fairly large, she was able to collect most in one fell swoop. Then, much as a nurse would do, she said "open wide" with a faint grin and placed the spoon in my mouth. I closed down and took that cum in my mouth, held it a while and then swallowed. Just it had felt on my face, it tasted creamy with a slightly salty after-taste. Within the course of the last half hour, I had become both a cocksucker and cum swallower; I certainly had not started the day that way. 

At that point, the shoot had finished. I got up from my knees and started to dress. Frank said I did a good job and said that my video would be up and running on his web-site. He gave me a check with my compensation and even a complementary pass to his site. Kim just neatly packed the camera gear within the cases. 

I left the office, still not quite sure as to what had just happened. I drove around in my car in a virtual fog. I wasn't sure if I should feel guilty, turned on, etc. If nothing else, I guess I now knew how some of the woman doing porn must have felt doing their first scene. Indeed, the experience was full of tension and anxiety on the one hand and a lot of excitement on the other hand. 

The reality of what I had done remained with me for weeks to come. I never did return to Frank's website to watch my scene because I simply could not bear the thought of watching myself on the web doing what I had done. And, although I had never done anything like that again, I will always remember the day I sucked cock and swallowed cum.



Straight Guy Sucks Gay Friend



I am a skinny and handsome 24 year old male whose friends think is 100% straight.

But last summer I let me gay friend suck my dick in my room on a summer night.

He was so enthusiastic. Straight guys, if you haven't at least tried this yet, I would find a gay guy who you get those vibes from and just ask him if he would be okay with it. 

So back to my story.

My friend and I were up late drinking with others at my house. He was too drunk to drive and so I told him he could crash at my place for the night.

There was only one bed left open after many others had claimed the couches and rooms, so I told him he could just sleep on my bed with me.

Initially it was innocent. We both went into my room and were just talking. We talked about school. We talked about work. And then we talked about sex.

I asked him what it was like. Then he asked me what it was like. It was a learning experience.

Then somewhere along the lines I asked him to suck my dick. And holy shit was he enthusiastic about it. Nothing like how my girlfriends had sucked my dick. He worked it up an down. Up and down my shaft with his tongue. He jerked it while circling the head of my dick with his tongue.

He looked up and asked me if the girl I was talking to had sucked my dick yet. This was while my dick was pressed up against the inside of his cheek. I managed no make a "nuh-uh" sound back to him.

He sucked and sucked and sucked for at least an hour. I had told him that it was very difficult for me to cum from just oral sex and he had taken it as a challenge.

Eventually he got tired and we just fell asleep together, him in front of me as I spooned him with my still-hard dick.

He was a very thin black male, about 5'9" tall. I am 6 ft tall and just as thin as he is.

A few weeks later he was very drunk and wanted to come over to "talk."

I told him no and went to sleep. Then he called me outside of my house.

He left the car running with a passed out female friend in the passenger seat of his car as he came to the side of my house where I was going to sneak him into the house to see what was going on.

As soon as I opened the gate, he went for a kiss. I pushed him away. He started to walk back to the car, and then I called him back.

I told him to pull down his pants and put his hand on my dick through my shorts. I wasn't wearing anything under my shorts and I was already hard.

We quickly were standing in the dark at 2 am on the side of my house, jerking each other off.

We rubbed our dicks together. I was a full inch or so longer than he was, and slightly thicker than he was down there. With my hand feeling slightly larger on his dick and his hand feeling slightly smaller on my dick, I felt in control.

I used this control to live out my fantasy on his willing body.

I told him I wanted him to put my dick in his mouth. He immediately dropped to his knees.

I could hear his car engine running with the open-door noise quietly beeping in the distance as he inched my dick down his throat.

I realized that I wanted to do more than just get a blowjob.

I pulled his head from my dick and yanked him to a standing position.

I then started tugging in his hard dick with my hands while asking him if he was clean.

He said yes.

I asked again.

He repeated his answer.

I asked him if it was okay for me to try sucking his dick now. He said yes.

I dropped down my knees and felt my dick harden as I was in front of the head of his hard, black cock.

I put both of my hands on his ass and started slurping at his erect penis. I twirled my long tongue up and down the sides of his dick. I tried to think of the things that I liked being done to my dick and I tried to mimic those movements with my mouth.

I forced myself to deepthroat him. I wasn't that bad. Doing it made me feel somehow accomplished. I kept bobbing back and forth, back and forth, until he said he had to go.

He said he still had his friend in the car. I responded, "screw her, she can wait," and kept sucking his throbbing dick.

He said he had to go and pulled me to a stand, kissing me. He took a step towards the gate and pulled up his shorts. But I still had hold of his cock and I wasn't letting go.

I pushed him against the house and I deepthroated his entire dick at once, until my lips were pressed against the base of his dick.

His pubic hair was pressing against my lips and my nose. I liked it.

He said he had to go. I pleaded with him to let me go, too. I told him I would suck his dick while he drove. I even told him he could try to put it in my ass after we dropped off his lady friend.

He said no. I looked him in the eye and told him he wouldn't get another chance if he walked out on me right then and there.

He said he was sorry and then he left. That was the last time we ever did anything together.



Straight Guy Sucks His First



One evening a couple of years ago, my girlfriend had been out of town for a few days, and I had been taking advantage of the privacy to look at pussy porn and jack off like 3 times a day. At some point I got to thinking it would be great to have a jack-off buddy like I did in junior high school with my best friend. So I went on a local message board and started reading the ads from guys in the area who were in the same mood. Miraculously, I found one guy not 3 blocks from my house, and he answered an email immediately.

"My dick is almost worn out from all the jacking I've been doing."

"No way, me too. I'm almost out of hand lotion, I've been so busy with my cock."

"What does your cock look like? Mine is real straight with a mushroom head, about 6.5 inches."

"Mine is shorter and really thick, uncut."

"Man, I should come over there and we can check out some of your porn."

"Yeah, bro. Come on over. We can pull our puds together."

We agreed to meet out front of his building, and I picked up some condoms on the way over, just in case. He turned out to be a clean-cut looking Puerto Rican guy, medium height and well-built. We shook hands and headed upstairs to his apartment. 

Once inside, he showed me the laptop he'd been using to look at porn, and it turned out he only had a few pictures, and it was that really polished sort of stuff that's all airbrushed. We sort of nervously clicked through the pics for a few minutes and I started rubbing my dong through my pants. Seeing that, he goes, "Should we just whip them out?" "Sure," I said, freeing my boner. We stared at each others' dicks for a while, working to get them hard for each others' viewing pleasure. We laughed because both of us were pretty worn from jacking all day, and it took a little longer than usual to get to full erection. 

Once he got it all the way up, I was amazed at the dude's thickness, and found myself saying over and over, "That's a thick fucking cock, bro." He had been honest about how long it was, probably 5 inches, tops. But I couldn't take my eyes off it, watching him stroke the foreskin back and forth, the bright red head peeking out with each stroke. 

Wary of coming too soon, I had to quit stroking the most sensitive parts of my dick and give it a rest. I decided to show off the full length of my cock, pushing down at the base and concentrating on making it look as big as it could. At that, my jacking buddy let out a heavy sigh and whispered, "Jeezus that's hot." 

We sat on his futon couch and leaned way back with our pants at our ankles, still staring at each other's dicks and comparing every detail. His big brown balls hung low, and his cock seemed even thicker than before. 

I asked if I could touch it. He was happy to oblige, and using his rock-hard rod as a handle, I slid down to the floor to get a closer look. The thing felt like a signpost in my hand, so erect and thick. I stared at it from just inches away, slowing my strokes once in a while to watch it throb in my hand. I would pull the foreskin back and pause to watch it throb, and then pull the foreskin up and pause again, all the while feeling compelled to keep saying things like, "What a thick fucking hammer you got, man."

I never wanted to suck a dick as much as in that moment. I couldn't resist the temptation to feel that great throbbing muscle in my mouth, even though I knew it was so thick it would barely fit. I asked him if I could kiss it, and he said yes. I held his piping hot member against my face for a second, and then gave it a few kisses and licks. He just sat there, staring at me with his mouth open. All at once I gathered the courage to take the whole thing in my mouth, which was quite a challenge. I got about 2/3 of the way down, and my mouth was clearly not prepared for such a wide load.  

That cock was throbbing something fierce in my mouth, and I just held it there trying to get used to the feeling. I loved the throbbing sensation, and every once in a while he'd flex and make his cock get even bigger for a second. 

After a few minutes I stood up to leave because I didn't want him to cum in my mouth. He was understanding of that, but offered to suck me first. We stood in his kitchen and he dropped to his knees. He opened his mouth and took my member inside, bobbing his head back and forth on it. 

After a while I warned him to lay off. Since there wasn't any other lube he loaned me some cooking oil and we jacked face to face standing in the kitchen. Since I was so worn out from jacking all day, it took a lot of really violent stroking to make myself cum, but finally I did, right on his kitchen floor. He watched with great interest. Then I watched him do the same. When I left there were two little puddles of semen on the linoleum.



Straight Guy with a Gay Friend



He and I had definitely become good friends in a short amount of time. I knew this kid named Al. He was in band, gone to the same school as me for a while, but I guess that we never talked. One day after we talked for a while, I invited him over to examine some films with me. We seemed to get along well, we laughed, made witty remarks, enjoyed some good films, and at times we went into deeper subjects of conversation. We hadn't known each other for long, but we sure did have a lot in common. It seemed like him and I would be good friends for a long time.

However, there was something different about it, some kind of feeling. When we were together we had a sort of tension between each other, you could call it a sense of awkwardness. It became more and more apparent as we became closer to each other. When I was with him I didn't feel like he was one of my usual stupid buddies, he was special to me, we listened to each, we made each other smile, it was one of the, " I felt like I could tell him anything" type of situations. Something happened that I thought never would, I fell for him. 

Who cares if he was a guy? He was incredibly beautiful, incredibly kind to me. He was witty, funny, intelligent, and laid back. I'm not too into that area, but it sounds like to perfect guy to me. I really thought he was. Of course, I had to idea to how he felt; I was sure he just came over, had a few laughs, and didn't think much about it. No matter what the case, it was sure to be an interesting development in my life.

He and I had been talking quite a bit online. It started out as usual stuff, but we moved into deeper subjects. Eventually we starting to do a lot of joking as well, like some really good friends do.

"Hello, my love," would be a way we would IM each other.

"Our undeniable love for each other," was something brought up occasionally. 

I could say, "I want you so bad," and get a, "Oh, I had been waiting for you to say that," Followed by a laugh. 

This all seemed completely innocent, of course I would have done the same in a serious situation, but it wasn't at that point. We were simply two guys expressing a pretend love relationship that we liked to joke about. 

He came over to my house one day, after a long conversation like the ones mentioned above. It was still just to watch a movie, and hang out, and that's what we did, but it felt a lot different than that. I pulled my chair right beside his. We both eye-balled each other the whole time, only half watching the movie at best. I was looking down at his sandals when I asked,

"So, how big are your feet?"

"Eh, not overly big," he replied.

So, I slowly scooted over towards him, and put my feet in his sandals. I looked down at my foot trying to squeeze into the shoes, then looked up at him and grinned, as he was at me. Of course he had to ask,

"Is anything else big down there?"

To which, I replied, "Well, do you want to find out?"

I then stood up in front of his chair with my arms folded, looking at him like I wanted an answer. 

His mouth was wide open in shock, but he was also smiling, like it was funny and unexpected at the same time. While chuckling he asked me,

"Are you serious?!"

"I don't know, am I?" Is what I had to say; I figured he would have flipped out had I whipped out my ding dong in front of him, unless he wanted me to.

After that we just kind of looked around the room with our eyes thinking, "Ok, this is really awkward, wow, we almost had an exposed penis." We both kind of smiled and then just went back to watching the movie. At this point I figured that it would remain a joke forever, but I was cool with that, b/c he was a good guy to just hang around with. Before he left, I had to give him a big hug and tell him goodbye. 

"I won't see you for week, I'm going on vacation the day after tomorrow," I said to him.

"Oh really," He said. He looked kind of upset, but there was nothing that I could do about it. I had been planned long before. He solemnly said goodbye and left. Damn, was that the only action I would be able to get out of his hot self? I had no idea at that point.

That night we were talking online. I don't remember the exact conversation, but I know that it lead to our usual joking/flirting sessions mentioned above. He finally asked the question that turned out to be on both of our minds for a while.

"Are you serious about this hooking-up thing, because I could go either way?" He had finally asked it, I never dreamed that I would hear it from him, but I did. This whole time, he was thinking the same thoughts about me. He had to control himself as did I when we hung out. He went to sleep thinking of fantasies of me, if only I had known sooner.

I had to catch my breath, but I finally said,

"I could also go either way."

"So, which way do you want to go," he asked.

"I want to go towards the serious side," I said.

"So, do I," he said to make it official! 

We got into some intense flirting after that. Both of us were saying how much we wanted each other and what we would do, except this time it was for real. It was a good feeling to be able to say it with all jokes aside. 

"I'm shaking from the anticipation," he told me

"So am I," which I was, b/c I knew the next day would be unbelievable.

"This is a great feeling," he said in reference to it.

"Yes, it indeed is," and of course it was, although, it didn't compare to the feeling that we would experience the next day, if you know what I mean. He really did want me, and I really did want him. This once, "What if" fantasy was now about to become a reality.

I had to leave for vacation in two days, I had nothing packed, but I HAD to make time to go see him before I left. He was a busy guy, but we made a date for the next day, at his house, at 1 p.m. I was told to bring a movie as an, "Alibi" so we could say it was another movie watching session. I didn't sleep much that night; I had way too many fantasies going through my head. The next morning I was in a surprisingly good mood, because I knew it would be one of the best days of my life, I just had to find something to keep me from going crazy until 1 p.m.

Well, 1 p.m. did of course come, and I had a great drive to his house. I saw a cop, and smiled at him, rather than my usual, "You damn pig, I dare you to pull me over," and 

I had to smile as I was sitting at a traffic light, patiently waiting. He greeted me at his door.

"Hey, Corey," he said in a very happy voice, "Come right in." 

We went directly up to his bedroom. In my hand I carried a copy of Gone with the Wind. It's a good movie, no doubt, but my thought process was that we would eventually get bored with it, due to its length, and turn our focus towards, "Other things." It may not have been necessary, but it seemed like a pretty good plan. 

We sat down on his bed for a few minutes, and just had a normal chat. "How was your day?" "Did you miss me?" Stuff like that. We put the movie in, and sat next to each other looking at the screen. Before the opening credits stopped, he finally cut the bullshit and popped the question.

"Ok, who's going to make the first move?" He asked, not in a question like manner, it was more a seductive phrase than I question.

Now that's my mating call! I of course had to reply, "I am."

I leaned in on him, grabbed the back, of his head, and went for a simple kiss on the lips. He on other hand had better aspirations, he stuck his tongue into my mouth, and we had our first make-out session. His tongue felt so warm against mine, when I was out of breath a slowly pulled away and we both looked at each other, breathing heavily, with smiles on our faces. That was the first time either of us had done that, and I have to say, we weren't bad for rookies. 

I grabbed him again, and we passionately made out. Each time one of us would have to stop to catch our breath, I guess we hadn't got the whole breathing thing down yet. But it didn't matter, we both were new at it, very horny, and loving every minute of it. Our saliva was dripping all over each other as our faces were planted on top of each other, and we signaled for me to get under his covers.

At this point we started to feel each other in the heat of passion. I began to grope his crotch area, and he pulled his head away from mine for a moment.

"Do you want to take off some clothes?" he asked me breathing heavily

"Yeah, let's take off our shorts," I said back to him.

We both gently yet quickly pulled our shorts off of each other, to reveal our "Affection" for each other. We paused for a brief moment to get a glimpse of what we were dealing with. There it was, staring me right in the face. What I say? That scrawny son of a bitch was packing some serious heat. He wasn't a Tommy Lee or anything like that, but definitely deserving of some recognition. He crawled on top of me, wrapped his legs around mine, we kissed and felt around some more. 

We looked dumb laying there half-naked, so we took our shirts off. He began to suck on my nipple as my hand went through his hair. We both were both stark naked under his covers, kissing, but I took it to the next level. His penis was right there in front of me, hard as a rock, it needed some pleasure. He sat up, I got right beside him and my hand stroked his penis up and down. He smiled and kissed me as I whacked him off.

It went back and forth like this. He pulled my hand away and roughly stroked mine as I gave him kiss all over his face. Sure, its rather juvenile stuff, but we were just getting started. I laid back on his bed as we was groping me, he then stopped and whispered

"I think I know what you want," in an erotic tone.

Before I could react I saw his head disappear under the covers, and felt a very warm slimy sensation around my John Thomas. I let out a sigh of relief, it felt absolutely amazing. As a straight guy, I was reluctant to do this at first, but he went right for it, and it felt marvelous. He didn't finish me my any means, we were still just fooling around, so he pulled his head back up, smiled at me, and we made out again. 

This whole time I was thinking, "OK, I guess I'm going to have to return the favor now."

So I asked him"Do you want me to return the favor"

He said, "If you want to." Trying to me modest, but I knew he wanted me to. I may not have planned on it, but I stuck my head under those covers, and put his rock hard dick in my mouth. I heard him give a sigh of relief as I tried to stimulate him without choking. It was kind of difficult due to his "gift," after 10 seconds or so I pulled away, he certainly didn't expect me to suck him off or anything, but he definitely enjoyed it. 

We both started playing with each other in all sorts of ways, making out there and there, switching positions left and right, and just looking into each others eyes with delight as we so passionately pleasure each other. Eventually, we came to the point where one of us was going to finish.

"Are you almost up?" I asked.

"Sort of, you?" He replied.

"Same, for me." I said. 

"I'm going to do you first." Is what he said before he went solo on me.

I just laid back and let him go to work. He began to nipple on my shaft a little, it sounds kind of painful, but he was gentle with it and it actually drove me wild. He sat there and whacked me off for a while, I think he may have been getting a little frustrated b/c of the time it took, but eventually the inevitable happened.

I let out a huge sigh of relief as my semen shot all over my stomach and his hand. He sat see there wide-eyed and smiling, looking at me, like young kid would look at his Christmas presents. Then he slowly crept towards me, and looked right into my eyes in delight as he rubbed my semen all over my stomach.

I then sat up, grabbed him by the shoulders, and gently pushed him down. He was lying in front of me, with his dick sticking up right in my face; it was my turn to do him! I grabbed on to his wang and began so gently pleasure and rub him. I would put it in my mouth everyone once in a while just to get the juices flowing a little better. 

I failed in that category, I had a lot to work with, to say the least, and I just didn't quite find the right speed/grip for him. It was ok, though, he took control of himself. I couldn't help but smile as I watched him do so. He was grasping himself as I rubbed his little stomach, his dimples in his cheeks shown as he smiled in pleasure. I started to kiss him, but he grabbed my hand and put in right on the money. After a few seconds, he suddenly leaned back so his face looked up at the sky. I could feel the warm semen shoot out on my hands as his mouth was wide open. 

He lay back breathing heavily, covered in his own semen. That was an amazing experience being able to give him so much pleasure. I lay there with him and we just stare up at the ceiling trying to catch our breath and see where it would go from here. We just had amazing orgasms but we were by no means finished. In fact this lead to my favorite part of the experience, cuddling! 

His naked self was up against mine, kissing me, laying his head on my chest, rubbing me, sucking on me, hugging me, it was amazing to feel so close to him. 

"I like his," he said to me in a high pitched, enthusiastic voice."

"I like you," I replied, looking at him like the horny bastard like I was. That was really the only dialogue we had, there wasn't much talking. We loved each other at will, the only body language were smiles and reciprocations. 

"I like you too," he said to me, as I leaned in to passionately kiss him. It was a wonderful feeling he smelled so nice, he hair was so soft up against my chest, his lips were so smooth. Being able to rub him and kiss him at will, and him doing the same to me, that was a very special feeling. He was mine, or so it seemed. 

As we were laying there under his covers, I heard someone as his door. We both just laid there completely frozen. 

"Go away!" He said trying to keep cool, "Uhhhh, we're kind of busy." Pshhew, it was only his sister, who went away immediately. Now that's what I call a sticky situation. Just to be safe, we re-dressed after that, but we were still laying in his bed. We started playing with each again, and of course after a few minutes our wangs were sticking out of our shorts. We never fully undressed, but we were right back sitting directly across from each other, going to work.

I moved to sit right beside him, I put on arm around his shoulders, and the other one on his penis. I sat there holding him and watching him in delight. 

"Do it faster if you want, c'mon," he told me. 

"Is this good," I asked him after adjusting my rate.

"Perfect," he replied as he let out more sighs or relief. 

We were in that position for a while, I was almost about ready to try something new, and then felt another warm sensation on my hand. Holy shit, it was his semen, for the second time. I looked right at him, and of course he was smiling, bigger than any of the previous times. 

"Thanks," he said to me.

I didn't know how to respond, I had pleasured him to the ultimate extent twice, and he looked exhausted. He jumped on me to try to get the same effect, right beside me, with him arm around me, whacking me off through my shorts. Of course it felt good, but alas, there was no way I was going to finish, one time is about my limit.

"It's ok, lets just relax," I told him.

"Aww, are you sure," he kind of sounded disappointed, but it wasn't my fault. 

After that we snuggled for the last time, I licked his penis, he sucked on mine a little bit, just for what you'd call final farewells. Our arms were around each other, his hand was grasping mine, like a couple would do walking in public. We would plant our faces into each other here and there, but we were basically just enjoying our last bit of time, and I guess just trying to have the whole situation settle within us. He was mine, he loved me. For a few hours we were able to express how much we liked each other. We both found each other attractive, and were lucky enough to be able to share and express it. Who cares if he was a guy? This was a special connection, that just wasn't relevant.

Unfortunately, I had to leave; I had vacation the next day, and had neglected to pack anything. I started to walk out of his room, put he pulled me back for one last kiss before I left. Alas, I had to leave, he walked me to his door and give me a gloomy, yet pleased goodbye. I wouldn't see him for another week...



Straight Guy



Claire humped up, and her moans got louder. "Shoot your milk into me." 

"You want my queer sperm in you?" Wesley said.

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" Claire chuffed.

"Then, take my wiener!"

"Oh, Wes ... Wes ... Wes!" Claire's rapidly forming goose bumps indicated an approaching orgasm.

"You have one hot pussy, you know that?" Wesley said. Puppy-love passion sprinkled the toughness in his voice.

"If only you knew ... how my cunt ... feels ... burning ... from the inside," Claire gasped. 

Wesley ran his fingers through the auburn cascade that fell thinly off three corners of Claire's head. 

Claire's orbs communicated something amorphous to Wesley—and became so dreamy that they shut halfway. 

Wesley slipped his suave hands down Claire's svelte legs. "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" His body shook like a banana tree, and his expression said it all. 

Jason felt everything with him: Wesley's body melting like an ice cube on a hot tarmac, his balls frizzling a la shrimp marinara, and his cream of coconuts squirting up his cock like water from a spray gun.

At last, Wesley collapsed onto Claire.

* * * *

The vertical white slats to the balcony rattled to a gust of wind. 

A stronger scent of pine walloped Jason's nostrils. Claire's skin smelled of sweet onions and salt, and the scent pricked the oval holes of Jason's nose.

Down the river bend of each of his legs, Jason pushed his knee-crumpled clothes. 

Jason's short hair of silk undulated like oat stalks to a breeze.

Jason unzipped his black walking sneakers, kicked them off, and tossed aside his khaki corduroys, white briefs, and black socks. 

The articles flew like strands of hay.

Jason grabbed Wesley's wiry arm, forced him back, and squeezed a knee over Claire's slender leg.

Wesley bumped over Claire's other leg. Imitating a frog, he croaked, "Grabbit." 

"Roger," Claire said. She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around Jason's dick.

Jason's blood turned into all of the world's rapids, and his lean body jerked like a raft. 

Around the chiseled onions of Claire's fingers, Jason wrapped one of his swarthy hands. Slowly, he led Claire's fingers toward the Venusian volcano beneath his willy.

Jason's milk-crusted birdie sunk into Claire's slit. 

"Yeah!" Wesley said. "Flood her insides." 

Jason hoisted Claire's calves toward his shapely shoulders and pushed harder. 

The film in Claire's vagina was enough to make any guy cum. Yet, Jason couldn't stop thinking that evolution didn't mean for things to be like this. Simply put, it was unnatural for a male to let another male cum in the female of a species. Still, this was what Jason had allowed Wesley to do—and what Wesley was encouraging Jason to do. Even more disturbing, Jason found himself enjoying the feel of another dude's semen entering his piss slit. Fired up like a drunk frat boy, Jason began the copulatory rhythm.

"Yes, tiger," Claire said in a sorority girl voice.

Jason lowered his gym-tightened chest. "Homo over there sure knows how to cum."

A surge of wind buffeted Jason's rumps like an open hand.

Was the cuff, Jason wondered, a sign that nature was on Wesley's side? Possessing nates the color of sand, Jason couldn't be sure that Wesley wouldn't spank him, as well—or worse. Terrified and incited at the prospect, Jason jostled Claire harder and faster. He kneaded her left softball and licked the engorged nipple on the right. 

"All right!" Wesley cheered, lying like a ferret to Jason's right. Wesley reached for a gold-dusted cushion of red, pulled it off a yellow butterfly chair, and slipped the pillow under Claire's head. 

The red quickened Jason's pulse. As a result, Jason pistoned more urgently into Claire. 

"Yes," Claire gasped. "Fuck me harder!" Her close-set eyes hooked into Jason's evenly spaced eyes.

With the fury of a windstorm, Jason stared into Claire's almond orbs. "You want my cock?"

"I need it!" Claire screamed.

"You got it, Madonna." With that, Jason grasped the slimness of Claire's calves, lowered her legs aside, and pushed with the roughness of a linebacker.

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" Claire panted.

"You like that?"

"God, yes!" she said at the top of her lungs.

"Then, take my snake!" Jason kept slamming his penis into the drawstring bag of Claire's pussy.

Every curve of Claire's shorter body bounced. 

Claire closed her tan eyelids, wriggled her head on the red pillow, and convulsed uncontrollably.

"Fuck!" Jason squalled. "I'm cumming!" 

Jason's body shimmied like a jalopy swooshing at 60 miles an hour. His balls churned, sizzled, and vaporized, and his hot dog melted in the heat of Claire's underworld. At last, Jason collapsed onto her.



III

Jason stared at the grid platform's 3-D image of Claire's face. He shook his squarish chin in disappointment. "I can't believe you allow a gay dude to fuck you." 

"Wesley's gay in the romantic sense," Claire corrected, "as in homoromantic. But in the purely sexual sense, he's trisexual."

"What is that anyway?" Jason said.  

"Tri for Zone 3 of the graph that Wesley showed you," Claire said. "Tri also means that Wesley's willing to try sex with anyone he likes."

"Is that like bisexual or something?" Jason said.

"The gay side of the bi circle, yes," Claire lipped.

"But didn't you say he loves you?" 

"Of course!" she said. "But in a more heteroplatonic kind of way."

"Yet, he fucks you." 

"When he's turned on enough and none of his college buddies are around to feed him their members," Claire said casually. "Or when there's another hunk to join on that hunk's ride with me."

Jason's somewhat diamond face grew puzzled. "I don't get it."

"Most straight men don't," Claire said amusedly. "Think of it this way. Many straight guys fool around with other straight guys. 'It's nothing,' they say, 'just sex with my buddy.' That's what the bisexual liberation movement of the 2020s is all about—heteroromantic college buddies who are proud and open bisexuals."

"You mean, those neo-hippie, wanna-be-yuppie college men increasingly seen on the news?" Jason said, excited and revolted at the idea.

"Exactly," Claire said. "Already, they are 24% of the population."

"I've noticed how bis are wearing an earring on each ear," Jason said.

"One for each sex they find attractive," Claire said. "Wesley only wears one earring because he bends to the right. But most bis are in the middle."

Jason fixed his irises of honey brown upon the holographic phone's control panel. Like his thoughts, his oval eyes began to zigzag as he tried to sort the good from the bad. 

"I'm not sure I approve of what you and Wesley are doing," Jason said, "and I sure don't understand how a gay guy could enjoy sex with a girl. I'll tell you what I do know, however. Last week's fuck was the best lay I've ever had."

"With me or Wesley?" Claire jested.

"I only fucked you."

"Right," she said.

"And I would do anything to have you again."

Claire's tawny face lit up like a sunflower. "Great," she said. "Meet me at 7 o'clock. My place."



IV

Claire led Jason into the brightly lit apartment. "Tonight, you're going to have to do a little more," she said.

"Like what?" Jason answered. 

Wesley emerged from the dark behind the maize walls and crimson baseboard of the living room.

"Tonight, you have to fuck Wesley."

Jason puffed in disbelief, although part of him had seen this coming. "Let me guess," he said, looking at Wesley. "You want me to squirt in you."

Coyly, Wesley lowered his round chin.

"Why the fuck do you insist on corrupting me?" Jason said. "Can't you see I like girls?" His soft-spoken voice turned whiny. "Why can't you stick to your kind and let straight guys like me enjoy chicks like Claire?" Jason shifted his oval eyes left. "Or are you the mastermind behind this, trying to satisfy some twisted kick by seeing your gay beau fucked like a girl?"

"You'll like it," Claire crooned.

"—and I'll fucking catch his germs down there!"
"Sometimes in life, one has to take risks to enjoy certain things," she said.

In denial, Jason shook his semi-round nose.

"I wouldn't ask you to do something most men wouldn't enjoy," Claire resumed. "And my cooch isn't going anywhere. You can always top off your gay experience with a straight one, leaving your fragile, heteroromantic identity intact." 

Jason huffed. 

"Besides, he's the one getting fucked," Claire said. 

Wesley glided into the white sun of the kitchen, but his white basketball sneakers didn't make a sound.

Wesley rested his left hand on the white Formica of the entrance counter. In a mix of spiritual detachment and childlike wonder, Wesley raised his ash-blond eyebrows at Claire and Jason. The white fluorescent light shone upon Wesley's golden-yellow hair as if part of his aura. His pink face, in turn, took an almost mystical look.

Claire looked yearningly at Wesley. Slowly, she approached him. "It is at times like these that I feel most proud to have you as my boyfriend." Claire's butter hand took Wesley's dainty hand, and a tear welled in one of her liquid eyes. "You're more masculine than Jason will ever be. Or any straight guy, for that matter."

"You want me to give him my ass?" Jason said. He ripped off his polo shirt of camel along its buttoned top. "Would that prove my manliness to you?" 

Claire turned her hazel irises right. "I wouldn't ask you to do that."

"I see," Jason said sarcastically. "You're trying to desensitize me, step-by-step. Tonight, I fuck Wesley. Tomorrow night, he fucks me!"

"That's not true," Claire said. She wiped a teardrop.

Claire and Jason's panting filled the area around the white kitchen. 

Wesley's impartiality seemed to ease tensions, however. 

Claire and Jason's breathing evened out, and silence fell on the low-rise apartment like the fog of a British Columbia inlet.

Jason zagged his swarthy fingers through the liquid sand of his backflowing hair. "I don't know what I'll do tomorrow," Jason said.

The words disrupted the quiet like a pebble a crystalline lake. 

"But I do know that I want your pussy," Jason went on, "and I will do anything to get it." Hesitantly, he looked at Wesley.

Wesley was sporting orange boxer shorts of nylon. As usual, his pink legs advertised his athleticism. Wesley removed his yellow tank top of cotton, and his chest continued the player leitmotif. 

Jason twitched a leg muscle in Wesley's direction.

Wesley inched toward Jason.

Jason approached Wesley.

And Wesley brushed his fingers against Jason's ab muscles—cotton rolls stroking the skin of scallions. 

The breathing of the fellows became as labored as the panting of boxers in a ring—Jason's with jitteriness and Wesley's with horniness. With the speed of spreading smoke, the smell of the young men overtook the leftover aroma of pumpkin pie.

Wesley caressed Jason's beautifully shaped pecs. 

For some reason, Jason didn't protest Wesley's initiative in touching his chest. Maybe it was its wheat-colored contrast with Wesley's peach-hued chest, the yin-yang—and hence, non-gay—difference made more evident by the hairlessness of the youngsters there. Whatever the answer, Jason touched Wesley's pale hips in response. 

Wesley's angelic eyes smiled at Jason—Wesley's irises blue skies at noon.

Jason groped the dirty-blond hairlets of Wesley's quadriceps. 

"Almost like monkey grass, eh?" Wesley said. 

Jason tried to gauge the difference between Wesley's skin of leather and what Jason's palm remembered was the satin of Claire's flesh. Jason's heart thumped in a strange way. 

As if Wesley were his wrestling opponent, Jason picked him up, carried him to the bean sofa, and dropped him on the hemp.

Wesley threw his brawny legs in the air.

Quick as a falling house of cards, Jason jerked Wesley's orange boxers of nylon down. 

What Jason saw took moments to sink in. Wesley was wearing pearl-white panties—silk and all! The panties had small ladybugs printed all over and sparkled as if suffused with moonlight from within. The sugary grains on the surface of the white panties reflected, in turn, the yellow-white lights of the room.

Jason turned his dark irises left. "You knew about this, didn't you, Claire?"

Wearing a sheepish grin, Claire hunched her pared oranges of shoulders.

Jason turned his squarish chin forward. "What a sissy," he said, hissing on the s's. 

Wesley's hard-on was cast in relief under the liquid silk of his white panties. Wesley's pinkish dick was the trunk of a super mushroom, and its head was a pearl onion. As if that weren't enough, a dot of wet daubed the front of Wesley's whities.

Jason's cock was so hard that it bent from lack of room inside his corduroys. 

Jason had no choice. He unbuttoned his mahogany corduroys and unzipped their silver zipper. "Give me those," Jason said and tore in two the white of Wesley's panties. 

Shredding sounds ripped through the living room like a swarm of crows. 

Wesley's seven-incher broke free, its prepuce raw chicken skin pulled back. 

"Hey, catcher!" Claire hollered. She tossed a blue tube of something to 

Wesley. 

Wesley caught it. "Ball 3." 

The pink opening of Wesley's ass puckered over the edge of the bean sofa. Wesley, in turn, smeared a tad of silver lube onto his anus. 

Jason's sex gun stayed as bulged as one of the white fluffy clouds of the bean sofa. Perhaps it was the sight of Wesley lying back in the blue sky like a cherub. 

To Jason's left, Claire knelt below Wesley. "Help me untie his sneakers," she said.

Something about the rawness of this caused Jason to shuck down his mahogany corduroys and his white briefs of cotton. Jason stepped out of both articles and dropped to his knees. Adrenaline kept rushing through Jason's body like a swarm of fireflies. At once, Jason wrested off Wesley's white basketball sneakers and white socks of cotton.

In surprise, Claire lifted her brown eyebrows. She rose like a helicopter and glided away from the partly cloudy skies of the bean sofa. 

But Jason wasn't through! He fell on his white briefs, raised his hairless legs of caramel, and held his black running sneakers just below Wesley's broad forehead. The fruit's duty was clear.

With the delight of a child, Wesley unzipped Jason's black sneakers and pulled them off. Wesley threw the black chunks of rubber right and left, and he peeled Jason's black socks of cotton off. Wesley then held up his bodacious legs higher than before.

Wesley's behavior shocked the bejesus out of Jason. How, he wondered, could a guy feel no shame about throwing up his legs like that? 

The slats of the bamboo floor reflected the yellow-white lights of the lamps and floodlights of the living room. Like the bean sofa, the throw pillows that Jason first spotted last Thursday had a partly sunny sky furled around each of them.

Jason clutched two throw pillows, knocked them on the parquet floor, and placed his knees on the masses of hemp. Jason knelt closer to Wesley's haunches of beef and scowled at the awkwardness of his position. 

Warm as steaming rolls of French bread on a metal tray, Wesley's calves landed on Jason's sturdy shoulders.

Into the shadowy zipper of Wesley's duff, Jason inserted the oozing cherry tomato of his glans. 

Wesley's chute was warm as the innards of an antelope. It resisted Jason's banana with the strength of a baseball glove squeezing to an intruding hand.

"Bro," Jason breathed. "You sure are tight."

Wesley's deep blues of jello shot lust at Jason. "Start pumping, and you'll see how loose I can get." 

"Fine, Mary!" Weird as it felt, Jason started pounding the ass.

"Yeah," Wesley whiffled.

Jason sped his thrusts.

Wesley shook his stuffed corkscrew.

"You sure get a kick out of this, don't you?" Jason said.

"Since I was 13," Wesley heaved.

"Then, take my sausage!" 

Wesley wailed as though Jason had punched him in the belly.

"That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

Wesley grunted in a moped of loudness.

"Then, take my cream!" 

Tri lad squalled an ah. He twisted a coriander seed of a nipple and strained his sexy neck back.

Veins of blue-green forked on Wesley's neck.

Bubbles sizzled inside Jason's testicles like water effervescing to the top of a fish tank. Maybe it was because Wesley's veins accentuated the fact that Jason was fucking a guy. Not knowing why, Jason lowered his brownish chest. 

Wesley raised his peach lips. Like a suction cup, he drew out one of Jason's teats. 

"Fucking A!" Jason said, throwing his narrow forehead toward the yellow-white light coil that was indented above him. 

Wesley's titillation of Jason's nipple filled Jason with fright and incitement, as no chick had ever stimulated his body with such calculation, crudeness, and directness. To Jason's shock, Wesley, a pansy, was controlling him with the skill of a ventriloquist. Worse, each gay move of Wesley's pulled areas of Jason's soul that he didn't even know existed. Jason's social conditioning told him to slug the faggot and get the hell out of there. The vulgar pressure around Jason's cock and the tongue around his hard teat told Jason to stay plugged to Wesley.

The cumulus clouds of the bean sofa shook violently. 

"Man!" Jason gobbled. 

Wesley's sperm sack slid back and forth. "Whoo-hoo!"

Maybe it was desire for revenge. Or perhaps, Jason was allowing himself free rein in this sunlit meadow of queer sexuality. Whatever the explanation, Jason reached for Wesley's cock and squeezed the erect piece of pizza dough.

Wesley sobbed as if a puck had hit him on the leg.

"You better not complain," Jason said, sputtering droplets onto Wesley's rosy cheeks. "Or else, you may truly get it."

Wesley pinched shut his soft eyelids. "Stop!" 

Jason kept squeezing Wesley's dick and battering his prostate. "That's what you get for stealing me away from Claire."

Wesley opened his upright half-saucers, and his pupils dilated in a second. Wesley's deep blues of gelatin hooked into Jason's eyes and yelled, I can't take any more massaging down there! Yet, Wesley's face begged for another round of cock squeezing and prostate ramming. Like a good little boy, Wesley fluted, "I promise I'll behave."

"I don't want to hear another word from you," Jason grated with the distorted basso of a mangled audio disk.

"Or else?" Wesley challenged.

"Or else, I'll give you this," Jason said, driving his frank to the hilt on this.

"Ouch!" Wesley blubbered. His supple calves slipped off Jason's defined shoulders. 

Jason slithered the wheat rolls of his arms around Wesley's pink thighs. "Oooh, yeah," Jason said.

Wesley's soles of light pink pointed at Jason's face like floodlight reflectors. The soles danced to Jason's bucking of his hips. Then, the unspeakable happened. Wesley grinned mischievously; his incisors showed with the whiteness of china; and he said, "I dare you to kiss my tootsies."

Jason scoped the scrumptious-looking soles. His heart stirred in a weird way. To his astonishment, Jason actually wanted to try this. But as straight hunk, he couldn't just give in to a fairy's perverse demand. Jason had to make Wesley pay for this "service." 

Jason grinded the polished sandpaper of his hips to a halt. "You're one screwed up fox." 

Fright gripped Wesley's pink face, as the blond apparently wondered whether he had pushed the envelope too far. 

Slow as a panning movie camera, a wicked smile materialized on Jason's face. "Tell you what," he said. "I give you the spanking you deserve, and if you live through that, your feet are mine."

"Right on," Wesley said.

Jason swung to his feet with the dexterity of a leopard.

Wesley flipped to his pert abs, dropped his knees to one of the throw pillows on the parquet floor, and keeled over the bean sofa.




Straight Guy



Jason knelt on the partly sunny skies of the second throw pillow. He pressed his brownish thing past Wesley's pink butt cheeks and smacked the sophomore. 

"Yeah," Wesley coaxed, humping back. "Give me discipline." 

"You better pray I do," Jason said. "Because I haven't even started." Whack! Whack! Whack!

"God!" Claire screamed. Her left foot rested on the end table of teakwood, and she was rubbing over her red panties of silk. "This is so hot!"

Slap on Wesley's right rump! Slap on Wesley's left rump!

"Aww!" Wesley cried, clawing a white fluffy cloud.

Slap! 

"Stop!"

"You better quit whining," Jason grizzled. "Or else, I'll give you this."

Wesley yawped—and turned his tumescent schnozzle back.

"That's what you get for corrupting me."

"I learned my lesson!" Wesley said.

"Shut up, rug rat!" Slap on the right butt! Slap on the left butt!

"Please," Wesley said with a pout.

Jason pushed harder and deeper into Wesley—and practically felt Wesley's stiffy rubbing against the hemp of the bean sofa. 

"I promise I'll be good!"

"But you'll never be 100% straight," Jason said. "Not even close. For that alone, your buns deserve to be spanked till they turn to tomatoes." Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Urgh!" Wesley whooped. His face contorted as much as his nates were red. "But I fuck girls sometimes. Don't I get a break for that?"

"Not good enough," Jason snarled. He pistoned as hard as his heart hammered inside him. "You gotta stop seducing guys, for starters. Then, you gotta learn to guard your rear end, something the vast majority of men do out of self-respect."

Wesley spoke with high-pitched innocence. "What happens if I don't guard my heinie?"

"You get had," Jason gruffed. He massaged the skin of Swiss cheese of Wesley's tush. "Is getting stuffed what you like?" 

"Yes!" Wesley said defiantly.

"So you like this kinky stuff," Jason said.

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" 

"Then, take it like a man!" Smack! Smack! Smack!

Not in a thousand years would a girl allow a guy to rough her up like this. At least, that is what Jason thought. Now, by contrast, Jason found himself free to be as brusque as he wanted with Wesley. In the midst of such liberty, Jason hankered for the freedom to do everything that his girlfriends had never permitted in bed. Panic struck Jason as he felt the boundlessness of his sexual cravings—and worse, as he realized that only through another pig like him would he ever come to satisfy his animal hungers. Gay sex had thus become a blessing ... and a curse.

Jason pulled his dick out, spun and threw Wesley onto the bean sofa, and yanked Wesley's firm calves toward the soft muscles of his shoulders.

"Alright!" Wesley said. "Mr. Toughguy's really getting into gay sex." With one of his palms, Wesley scrubbed the waves of muscle that rippled 

across the lake of his abs. 

The corn smell of Wesley's skin turned stronger and saltier, and his sculpted chest oozed the sweat of a gym warm-up. 

Jason pried open Wesley's pooper faster than a knight in armor stabbing his opponent off a horse.

"Yeah!" Wesley said. "Fuck my ass!" 

Wesley's crisp soles looked too yummy for Wesley's good.

Jason bit Wesley's toes as if they were chicken strips fresh out of a rotisserie. 

Wesley belched the howl of a hog.

Jason slipped his lips off the light-cream digits, brought his semi-round nose to a hard landing on a sole, and licked it. 

Wesley's whoop vibrated up his leg and zapped Jason's tongue like an electric current.

Jason licked harder.

Wesley jolted Jason with each shake of his weenie. "Whoopee!"

Never had Jason imagined that a dude's feet could be such a turn-on. Now, their meaty taste edged Jason's hunger for crusty chicken. 

Jason sniffed the hardened batter of cornmeal of Wesley's sole.

Its mushy smell was blended with leftover laundry detergent. The odor certainly was cleaner than Jason had imagined—still a little vulgar and sporty but nothing like guys' feet were supposed to smell.

Against the creamishness of Wesley's sole, Jason rubbed his pecan-brown nose. The underside of Wesley's tootsy might as well have been a girl's cheek. This was so naughty! Jittery like a squirrel, Jason swooped toward Wesley's other sole, sniffed it, and kissed it.

"Warmer than the scruff of a cat, eh?" Wesley said, breathing hard.

The more Jason worshipped Wesley's feet, the more their hue, odor, taste, and texture intoxicated him. Hard as Jason tried, he simply couldn't stop!

Wesley thrashed his head on the white fluffy clouds of the bean sofa. "Oh, tiger! I've never been so horny in my entire ... life!"

Jason pulled his lips up like a biplane that had escaped bullets from enemy territory while in flight. Jason's lips fell onto the bosky ground of Wesley's shins and calves. Stranded again, Jason snuffled Wesley's moist flesh, kissed it, and kneaded Wesley's quadriceps the way a guy touches a girl. 

Wesley squirmed like a ferret trying to squeeze through some hole. Goose bumps popped up all over his skin. Wesley's eyelids fluttered like bronze streamers in the distance. Still, his erect cock didn't spout anything.

Jason couldn't believe his eyes, as only chicks came in that manner. 

Wesley continued to quiver in a bout of orgasm. 

Apparently, males were capable of climaxing in multiple ways. The fact that a queer dude was showing Jason this petrified the straight collegian like few things had up to that point. Jason's panic was akin to his freshman-year discovery that he had $27 left in the bank. This time, however, the terror passed him quicker than a blast of arctic wind a spruce pine.

Jason straightened his body into an L. 

"Yeah!" Wesley said, ready for another lap around the racetrack. "Feed your dick into me." In rapid succession, Wesley squeezed and released his crab apples.

"You're truly something else," Jason said with disgust. Inside, however, he found himself reveling at Wesley's primate motions. How Jason wished that his straight buddies had taught him this method of masturbation in high school. In knee-jerk reaction, Jason sawed harder into Wesley.

"Whoo-hoo!" Wesley said. "You hit the spot!" His lower legs continued to hang off Jason's upper arms "frog style."

What would Wesley and Jason's parents say if they caught the twinks—not to mention, Claire—in the middle of what they were doing? What would the youths answer regarding the constructiveness of their act that night? How would Wesley and Jason, in particular, explain their enjoyment at engaging in dirty sex? 

You're our country's future, Jason's mother said in his head. Her frail voice echoed, Enemies walk in our midst. 

Jason's balls approached blastoff. 

You must be ever vigilant against them.

Jason turned left his narrow forehead of almond brown. "His butt sure is hotter than your cunt," he hollered, trying to forget the echoes in his mind. "Holy cow! You're wetter than a pussycat."

Claire kept rubbing herself furiously.

Jason's chestnuts slapped hard the cupped hands of Wesley's hole down under.

"Fuck me harder," Wesley heaved.

"Like this?" Jason said ... and plunged his pelvis like the landing gear of a jet touching down upon a runway.

"Harder!" Wesley grunted.

"How about now?" 

"Harder!" Wesley said louder.

"You little piece of—" Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"That's better," Wesley said. He was rubbing his walnuts faster than water whirling down a toilet.

"Fuck!" Jason yawped. "I can't believe I'm about to—"

The semen shot up Jason's cock like an injection. A second squirt rocked his groin, then another ... and another ... and another. 

Jason howled and bent his back into a C.

Wesley tensed and relaxed his anal ring—over and over and over.

Not only did this squeeze more lekvar out of Jason. The sight of Wesley spraying milk left and right added a visceral intensity to Jason's physical tension. Thank God that science has eradicated the major STDs! Jason rumbled in his subconscious ... and came again ... and again ... and again. 

Watching him tipsily, Wesley spouted in never-ending rounds of meltdown.

At last, Jason collapsed on Wesley.

* * * *

The smell of lecithin wafted through the mildly sticky air. Claire reclined on Jason's sore back and blocked some of the night breeze that was blowing past the sliding glass door.

Jason, however, continued to rest on Wesley. The now bi-curious guy basked in the male-male intimacy that more straight men of his generation were opening themselves to under the slogan: Bisexual Liberation. The peace that Wesley and Jason breathed in and out surpassed words. Hopefully, Jason concluded, society would soon reach the point when all guys could attain this level of contentment, free from guilt and inhibitions.



Straight Guys Are The Best!



During my college days I never considered myself to be anything other than straight, I was on the school soccer team, had my fair share of women and was pretty much one of the boys. By the time I was in my senior year I felt like I was on a role. My work at the gym had really started paying off. I was about 6 feet tall with dark brown hair slim waist with a good toned stomach, broad shoulders and nice defined pecks. I had started to wax my chest as well to show off my deep golden tan. My best friend Darren who I trained with was the same, we had both been doing the same programme at the gym, 

The truth is I had secretly started to find myself attracted to Darren. I'd find myself rushing home after gym to masturbate about him. Whenever I saw him in the showers it really turned me on. He was gorgeous-about the same height as me with a shaved head and piercing blue eyes. Seeing the soap all over his naturally smooth defined naked body was hot! I loved watching the soap suds flow off his hung penis and down his hairy footballers legs. I longed to touch him up in the showers when ever we were in there together. Quite a few times I'd have to make my excuses and cut my wash short as I could often feel my dick getting semi erect.

When ever we were on night out, Darren had started to kiss guys when he was pissed 'as a joke', not all the time, just every now and again I'd suddenly see him making out with some guy. It was never for more then a couple of seconds in a dare like joke manner and always with a another very 'straight' guy so no on ever brought his sexuality into question. In fact, we all found it pretty funny and just laughed. Whenever he did this though it fascinated me and really turned me on. I was desperate for him to do it on me-I longed for him to turn round one night and start caressing me with his tongue.

One night we'd all gone to this club in town and its fair to say we were all pretty wasted. The club was packed that night, and it was really hot inside-Darren had undone his shirt exposing his tanned toned stomach-no doubt to attract as much pussy as he could. We were chatting by the bar and I said that I was going outside for some cool air-he said he felt hot too and joined me.

As we got outside we started to walk around the block to cool off-we were both pretty wasted by this time. We chatted about the girls we'd seen that night and who'd pulled who. 

Then I asked him ('as a joke') 'you not pulling a guy then tonight?'

'No!' he joked, 'There's no one I fancy enough tonight!'

'So what's it all about then?' I went on as I was drunk, 'Do you like guys or something?'

'No mate' smiled Darren "its just a laugh isn't it when you're drunk!'

'Well you never try it on with me!' I joked. I looked at him like he was a naughty school boy hoping that he would take this as his queue to make a move on me.

By this time we were half way around the block and were now in a quiet side street round the back of the club and there was never nobody around except us.

'Well mate' said Darren 'if you're feeling left out all you had to do was ask!'

At that moment he looked me in the eyes with a cheeky grin grabbed the back of my head and started kissing me ('as a joke'). I had to hold back my waist so he wouldn't realise that I had a throbbing hard on. The kiss seemed to go on for a few seconds too long though-suddenly we both relaxed our postures and fell into each others arms. Darren's hands slid down my neck and he toyed with my stomach before grabbing my ass. I tried to stop him until I felt myself against him and realised he was as hard as I was.

'Oh Ryan!' I heard him mutter as he tasted my tongue and kissed my lips.

We both pulled away at the same time and looked at each other. He had a pair of combats on with no boxers and his dick looked like a tent pole in his pants. He gave me the same cheeky grin he had given me just moments earlier.

'So how do you fancy coming back to mine?', he said with a sparkle in his eye.

'Sure!' I didn't need to be asked twice!

We walked and got a cab straight to Darren's house-fortunately his parents were away for the weekend.

As we walked through the front door there was a moment of awkward silence and then he just started wandering upstairs. I followed him into his bedroom where he kicked off his pumps and socks and lay on the bed. I did the same and lay down on the bed next to me. Darren made the first move he leant over me and started to kiss me. His tongue went deep into my mouth and it wasn't long before our hands were all over each other. My lips slowly moved down his neck and exploring his body with my mouth. I kissed all around his pecks and circled his nipples with my tongue before moving slowly further down his six pack stomach.

'Oh yeah!' he moaned

Just as I got to his waist he got on top of me and reciprocated. As he kissed my bare stomach & grabbed my dick thought my jeans-I thought I was going to cum there and then. He undid my button fly and ate my hard on through my boxers. He teased me for a while kissing the inside of my thighs, and licking out my belly button before sliding my boxers down my legs to reveal my throbbing cock. When he saw it he smiled in a way that suggested complete pleasure. He gently kissed my now soaking bell end, getting a taste of my love juice before taking it all in his mouth as he jerked my shaft. He must have known I was ready to blow because he stopped and cupped and sucked my balls instead.

'Oh! oh fuck!' I moaned in complete joy at the thought of my straight best friend blowing me off.

By this time his combats that he was still wearing had a wet patch of pre cum where his cock was and his bell was poking out the top. I undid them and practically ripped them off him. His cock was bout 8 inches, glistening with pre cum, his foreskin was already pulled back slightly. I gently licked and brushed my lips over the tip to get a taste of him before proceeding to jerk him off. As I did I grabbed our cocks in one hand and jerked them off together.

Darren groped an kissed me as I did this and then whispered in my ear 'Do you want to fuck me?'.

He lay back with his back arched and began using my pre cum to finger his arse. It was obvious what he wanted and he was going to get it. He spread his tanned thighs and put his feet on my shoulders exposing his now wet tight smooth bubble crack. I gently brushed his arse with my dick before going inside him. As that first thrust went in we both cried out in ecstasy. I pumped slowly at first but then went at it harder, faster and deeper.

'fuck! yeah man that's hot!' I cried!

It wasn't long before we both knew we going to cum 'I'm going to blow!' I said. As I felt myself nearing climax my dick got harder and harder and then suddenly I felt thick streams of spunk squirting through my shaft and out my dick, spraying inside Darren's ass. The feeling of my warm juice loading his butt was too much for him. At that moment he grabbed my head and forced my face towards his dick as a shower of spunk squirted out his cock. I caught it in my mouth savouring every last drop as I drank my best mates pleasure juice. We both moaned out loud in sheer joy.

We both lay back on the bed exhausted. I lay there in wonder at the fact I'd just had hot gay sex with my best straight friend-it was horny and I knew I wanted it again...