Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Preferring To Go Straight - Gay Who Prefers Straight Men

Preferring To Go Straight
A gay guy prefers straight men




by Kewtieboy (kewtieboy@hotmail.com)


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Not quite what the title suggests. This is about a

young gay guy who craves sex with absolutely straight

men and this story covers four of his encounters. (MM,

nc, 1st-gay-expr, mast, oral, anal, alcohol)


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I’m sure any straight guys (and girls for that matter)

who read this story will be disgusted at me for my

deception. I am a confused creature as I really like

straight guys. Now I mean straight guys, not bisexual,

but really straight. This had led me to a few near

misses as straight guys have a tendency to fancy women

not other men.


I know this sounds odd but they do. I have had to be

very devious to get my wicked way since I have no urge

to rape anyone and certainly not the strength to do it

even if I had the urge. At 25, blonde haired and

slightly built with a slim figure, I am not built for

taking on the kind of guy that sexually appeals to me.


I haven’t been all that successful but the few

successes have been pure heaven so I thought some

people out there might be interested in them.


1. When United won the cup:


I can’t stand soccer but I love football fans. Groups

of guys in heat over a subject as all consuming as

football, drinking into the small hours while getting

themselves excited over anything in a skirt, appeals to

me. The trouble is, I may not be very effeminate, but I

don’t some across as a full blooded heterosexual

football thug. Hanging around in the bars they do,

makes me stand out. However I broke my own guidelines

one day after the FA cup final.


It was around 8.30pm on a Saturday night and the pubs

were really busy. I was heading home for an early night

having had a late lunch with enough wine to lower my

guard. Walking towards me was a group of six guys, all

wearing football tops and jeans. They would be in their

late teens to early twenties and they were very drunk.


Three were particularly attractive and one really stood

out. He was lean, short cropped hair which was a

bristle coating of redness as the short fuzz was

growing back in. He was weaving and laughing and as he

drew next to me he smiled, wandered across and shouted

at the top of his voice, the news I knew guessed from

their exuberance, that “United had won the cup.”


I smiled back and mumbled something like, “Yeh, great

news,” to which he held both sides of my face, kissed

me on both cheeks and then the lips and wandered back

to his laughing mates.


“Come and join us,” he shouted as they meandered up the

street.


I turned, as I tasted the trace of saliva left on my

lips and the slight beery flavour, thought for about

two seconds and then followed. They didn’t see me but

within about 3 or 4 minutes, they had entered a pub and

I followed. The pub was really busy and all the talk

was football. The atmosphere wasn’t threatening in any

way, more of a childish excitement. I bought a beer and

stood watching the guys I had followed. They were

drinking at a rate that left me agog. When my “target”

went to the toilet, I followed and stood alongside him.

He held himself upright by pressing his head against

the wall while using both hands to hold his cock as he

squirted into the urinal. His cock was normal size, and

uncut but was enough to make my own cock rise and I had

to cover it quickly lest he see.


He did look up and along at me and nodded a bleary

“Hiya.” Then he looked again and said, “It’s you again,

who are you with?”


I told him I had just popped in for a celebratory drink

and he insisted I join his little group. By the time he

dragged me back out, his group had diminished to three.

The other three had spotted some girls across the bar

and were pestering them with offers of drink which

seemed to appeal to them.


“I’m Josh, and this is Mike and Sam,” he slurred.


“Good to meet you, I’m Ryan,” I said and gave as firm a

handshake as I could muster.


Mike and Sam were as interested in my company as a

visit from an old aunt and they quickly went back to

monitoring their friend’s success (or lack of it) with

the female fans across the bar. Only Josh showed a real

warmth and friendliness as he asked me about my

favourite players and what part of the game had

impressed me most. Thankfully, he answered most of his

own questions so didn’t notice that I had absolutely no

knowledge of football at all. I could have listed all

Lisa Minelli’s hits if he had asked but somehow I

didn’t think he would be interested.


His friends, by now, had become involved in a heated

discussion about the rights and wrongs of the match

which gave me time to look at my little beauty

unhindered. He stood about 5 feet 8 inches high, he had

delicious red to sandy hair which was trimmed short to

be almost stubble. He was slim but had a well defined

body and he stood with his football top and faded

jeans. His face had a few freckles around the nose,

just spreading on to his cheeks and his bum was

delightfully well shaped, like two little buns. He

looked to be around 19.


“…and I’ll need to go soon anyway as I’m running

short of cash and I am kind of pissed.”


I drifted back into the conversation. Josh was speaking

to me and I had been so involved in sizing him up I had

only caught this tail end.


“I have some beers and cider back at the flat, but not

enough for six people,” I heard myself say.


“Who gives a fuck about them,” he said laughing. “Let’s

piss off while they’re busy as I’m always up for a free

drink.”


We were out of the pub and heading down the street

before I had time to think. I wasn’t really sure what I

was doing or even letting myself in for. I suppose I

just hoped that at some point he would look into my

eyes, say how pretty I was and fuck the arse off me but

I had a feeling that this lad was just plain friendly.


He was weaving considerably on the way to the flat. I

made a point of taking a roundabout route and more than

once he said he hadn’t the faintest idea where he was.

We got up to my little ex-council flat and he burst

through the front door asking for the toilet. When he

returned, he slumped on the couch and I put on the

television to let him see the football highlights. He

said he would love a cider so I opened two. The cider

was downed as if it was a soft drink and he asked how

many I had. I told him there was a six pack and he

seemed happy to help himself to another. His talking

was becoming more slurred and he slumped even more on

the couch.


“Might need to stay a bit,” he said, “I’m just a wee

bit pissed.”


He giggled and his eyes drooped. Suddenly he raised his

empty glass and said, “Better be hung for a sheep than

a lamb, eh.”


I gave him his fourth, well aware that cider is very

potent when mixed and also more powerful than the taste

would suggest. It took him almost twenty minutes of

sipping, talking drivel, dozing and slouching before he

eventually started to breath heavily as though asleep.

I sat and watched him. His jeans had ridden up into his

crutch and his package was beautifully presented.


“Dare I do anything with him while he was

incapacitated,” my brain was ticking loudly and my

heart was thumping painfully against my ribcage. One

hour onwards and his arms were slouched over the arm of

the couch and he was really low in the seat.


“I’ll put you flat on the floor with a pillow,” I said

loudly.


No response. I pulled his body until his bottom dropped

on to the floor with his back against the seat. I

pulled down a cushion and he slumped flat out on the

floor, his head resting back on it. I shook him but had

no response except for rhythmic breathing. I rested my

hand on the front of his jeans, my own cock rising

quickly. His soft bulge felt so good. I squeezed it and

could just make out the shape of his cock. I unbuckled

his belt while mumbling to him about “making him

comfortable” though whether he would believe any of it

if he woke up, I had no idea.


Soon his belt was open, his flies were down and his

grey, tight boxers were in front of me with the soft

bulge of his cock and balls clearly visible. I started

to pull his jeans down. He was a dead weight but

suddenly he lifted his bum off the floor and they slid

down effortlessly. He was still asleep, so I had no

idea what he thought was going on in his fuddled head.

I now had him with his jeans below his knees and his

shorts in front of me. I unzipped my jeans and eased my

hard cock out, stroking as I felt his bulge. I leaned

forward and gently kissed his lips. My cock was leaking

pre-cum quite copiously, so I tool some on my finger

and traced the residue along his lips. He

automatically, licked them. That really excited me.


I started to pull down his shorts until they joined his

jeans at his knees and his balls lay before me, loose

and hanging between his legs. His beautiful cock was

uncut and pale with a red rose of foreskin at the top.

The skin slid back and forth easily revealing a moist

glans beneath. His pubic hair was a delightful bright

orange red and they covered his balls too. I slid down

and enveloped the soft cock with my mouth. The faint

taste of his urine only excited me more and I rolled

the soft flesh back and forth in my warm mouth. I

alternated between sucking and gently stroking the

foreskin with my thumb and forefinger when he exhaled

suddenly in a large sigh.


I stopped but he continued back into his sleep. His

cock now had some blood in it and I could feel a slow

swelling. Considering that getting to this point had

taken over 20 minutes, the final stretch to full

erection took under 4 minutes. I had a very stiff cock

in my mouth which looked to be just over 6 inches in

length and a little thicker than I would have expected.

His breathing was slightly heavier but still steady, as

though he was enjoying his “dream.” The erection gained

in strength until his cock was rock hard and sticking

upwards towards his navel. I needed his cock in me. I

knew it was dangerous but I really needed this straight

boy’s cock inside my hole.


I left him to snooze and went through to the bathroom

was wash quickly. I stripped off my jeans and briefs

and wrapped a towel around myself, picking up a tube of

lubricant and a condom on my way back. He hadn’t moved,

though his cock was down to a semi erect state. I moved

back to sucking him and it rose much more quickly this

time. I slid the condom over the head and his cock

responded very favourably with the restriction of the

latex over his cock.


He had fucked before, probably some tart. I squirted

the lubricant on my hole and fingered myself well. My

own 6.5 inches was as stiff as a rod of iron. I lubed

his cock and pulled my towel off, straddling his prone

body. I slowly lowered by bottom down while holding his

stiff cock in my left hand to guide it home. I knew I

had to be slow and careful as he entered in case the

stress on his cock head woke him.


That initial stretch as his wonderful heterosexual cock

pushed past my sphincter, and eased its way into my

anal passage was wonderful. I slowly lowered myself. It

was actually quite painful as I had not taken the time

to stretch myself but I didn’t care, I wanted to feel

him in me. Soon his entire length was inside me and I

started to raise myself up and down in the sitting

position, my own cock being stroked in my right hand.


I leaned forward and kissed him again. I straddled him

for over thirty minutes until my legs ached and I knew

I had to get relief before I exploded. I reluctantly

slipped my bottom off and returned to his side. His

cock was still a stiff as hell. He hadn’t lost any of

his erection. I pulled off the condom and decided to

try to wank him before actually cumming myself.


His cock responded well to my thumb and forefinger but

I had no idea if a sleeping man could cum, and if he

could, whether he would waken with the orgasm. I had

decided not to try, just in case and was pondering this

when a powerful jet of cum shot out of his cock without

any pre-warning. The jet arched way above his head and

landed on my carpet, and the second, with less force,

landed on his chest. His breathing changed but he

didn’t waken.


I licked the cum off his chest as I stroked my cock. My

own orgasm was severe enough to bring flashing lights

to my eyes. It shot on his chest with the third squirt

actually hitting his chin and lips. He licked the

droplets before turning sideways and groaning.


The effect of having cum brought a wave of panic and

guilt and the mopping up and subsequent redressing of

him took much longer than I would have liked. I really

didn’t want him staying so I checked his wallet and

found where he stayed along with a photograph of an

attractive young girl and a baby. Now I really DID feel

guilty! I managed to waken him enough to get him on his

feet, downstairs and to hail a taxi. I gave the driver

the address and enough money for the fare and tip and

waved him off.


It’s funny how the gentle burning sensation in my hole

and the memory of the evening quickly faded the guilt

and my cock quickly grew again, waiting for a more

leisurely release.


2. The unwitting cross-dresser:


I told you at the beginning of this piece that I was a

guy and very much a guy. At 22, I was slightly “soft”

looking in demeanour but I wasn’t effeminate. I suppose

if a girl took me home to mum and dad, they would suss

me out in about 10 minutes but I wasn’t a raging fairy.

Now you have that, I can continue with my second

adventure.


The fancy dress party was hosted by the firm of

accountants I worked for. It was a pre-Christmas bash,

held in November because they were accountants and it

was cheaper. There was no theme but having just seen

Johnny Depp in “Pirates of the Caribbean part something

or another” and having fallen hopelessly in love with

him, I decided to be a pirate. I donned a felt hat, put

a buckle in it, and borrowed a frilly shirt from a gay

friend much older than I was, who still remembered

wearing it when Adam and the Ants were popular.


My pants were borrowed from a slightly plump female

friend who had some baggy black trousers and also

offered a short jacket that with some red stripes on

it. Some shiny buckles on a pair of black trainers and

I almost looked the part. I finished off with some pale

make up, eye shadow (to look like Johnny) and a small,

stick-on moustache. My sword was a plastic dagger in a

belt sheath and that was it!!


The party was great fun as all parties with a free bar

tend to be and the condition of both me and my costume

deteriorated as the evening progressed. Sometime

through the evening, my moustache disappeared, my hat

went awol, and my dagger ended up in some trifle. It

was a very tiddly, poor imitation of Mr Depp, who

finally called it a day and headed home sometime after

midnight. I was a little too embarrassed to go to the

taxi rank and needed to clear my head so decided on

walking the two miles or so home. The final mile or so,

took me around the perimeter of a school playing field

and my journey had been quite uneventful.


“Hi there gorgeous,” said the voice.


I turned to face a well built and quite attractive 35

year old, in much the same state alcoholically as I

was. He was in a pair of tight jeans, and a white short

sleeved shirt. He must have been cold on such a cool

evening. I wasn’t sure if he was taking the piss or

trying to pick me up.


“Hi to you,” I said, my voice a little higher than I

expected.


“Boyfriend left you, then?” he said.


I looked at him quizzically then realised that in my

current state, without all the trappings to make me a

pirate, I could be a girl. I had girl’s baggy trousers

which looked like a skirt, a girl’s jacket, buckled

shoes, curly hair and make-up. I wasn’t sure I was a

particularly attractive “girl” but then he was drunk. I

perked up!


“Yes, he wasn’t up for fun tonight, the bastard,” I

said, trying to raise the timber of my voice.


“Doesn’t know how to treat a girl,” he replied. “I

know,” he continued, squeezing his crotch.


This looked interesting!


“Want to take a little walk in here,” he said pointing

to a slit in the fencing heading into the bushes on the

sports ground perimeter.


“If you like and promise to be gentle,” I replied.


“Darling, if I can get my rocks off, I’ll be just as

gentle as you want,” he said.


This guy was well built, good looking and straight.

Just my type, but I would have to be careful.


He was certainly quite drunk but drunk guys can get

pretty angry if they think someone’s taking the piss,

especially when they’re randy.


“Suck me sweetheart,” he said.


I pushed him against a tree and dropped to my knees,

unzipping his tight jeans with one expert movement. I

unclipped them and unbuckled the belt. I wanted to make

sure he couldn’t run. I pulled his jeans and briefs

down in one sharp tug and a thick semi hard cock

flapped in my face. His dark hair covered his balls and

he was uncut. The street lights gave me just enough

light to enjoy the view. My mouth quickly enveloped his

cock. It didn’t suddenly spring to full erection, in

fact it took some sucking even to get it half hard

though his groans would have suggested differently. It

was a lovely cock, but then straight ones always are!


I licked his balls and then returned to his cock. He

really started to grow now. This wasn’t a big cock in

length but it was nice and slim. I pulled back the skin

and licked around the head. He was groaning, his hands

running through my hair, telling me what a horny bitch

I was. He pushed his hand down the front of my frilly

blouse and gripped my nipples. The way I was leaning at

least there was a little to grip. The lack of breast

didn’t seem to bother him, in fact he took that to be a

sign that I was even younger than he thought and his

cock jumped as he told me so. I was really worried he

would try to finger me before I could suck him off.


Suddenly he lifted me under the arms and as I rose up

he whispered, “Let me fuck you.”


“Whoops,” I thought, “this could be tricky.”


“In the arse,” I said, “I’ve never had it in the arse.”


“One hole’s as good as any,” he retorted and I lowered

my elasticated trousers, ensuring he didn’t see my

Calvin Klein boxers.


I quickly turned my cheeks to him, holding the pants up

at the front. He was too far gone to care, but he spat

on his fingers and worked them roughly into my hole. I

fumbled in my pocket for my ever ready condom.


“Put this on,” I whispered, hoping that was little

lubrication was on it might help his entry.


I had to rip the wrapper for him and he stretched it

over his stiff cock. I bent over against a tree and

raised my hole as I felt his head urgently press

against my arse.


“Ow,” I said as his bulbous head pushed against my

hole.


I spat on my hand and rubbed the head, holding his cock

and steering it into me. That made it slightly easier

and the head managed past my entrance. He was keen to

get fucking but I was keen to keep my arse intact. He

was thrusting like an impatient terrier, all the time

whispering randy endearments to this young “girl” he

thought he was getting cock up her arse for the first

time. His hand wandered around to finger my vagina but

I managed to grip and hold it as though trying to press

against the pain of entry. He was kissing my neck and

holding my shoulder with his left hand as his cock

finally made it about 75% of the way in. He started to

fuck.


Once he got going, he was like a wild animal. He kept

calling me “his teenage slut,” which at least made a 22

year old feel good. His movement became more erratic as

he seemed to reach climax until with one massive

thrust, his entire cock slipped inside me and he

emptied his balls. In typical macho style, he pulled

his cock out, ripped of the condom, pulled up his pants

as he started walking and mumbled a quick thank you as

he left me, bent over, arse in the air, against a tree

in the woods.


I bent down, dropped my pants fully, picked up his

condom and emptied its contents over my hard cock

before using his cum to lubricate a wonderful solo

wank. My spunk shot about 5 feet across the ground as

my knees buckled. I giggled as the thought “5 points

for eroticism and 1 point for technique.”


3. “My wife doesn’t understand me.”


You have seen the drunk and incapable guy having sex

without knowing, the even more inebriated guy who

thinks he’s just shagged a girl but by far the most

common, is the plain horny, straight guy who is not

getting any and seeks any opportunity to get sex.

Alcohol has the advantage of allowing guys to dip into

their innermost mind and find thoughts that were just

there for when they wanted to be really dirty, then and

drag them to the forefront where suddenly they seem

quite logical. Sometimes though, frustration can be as

powerful an aphrodisiac as alcohol.


Early Sunday morning or late Saturday night, I waited

then gave up waiting for a taxi home after a fun, but

fruitless night at a local, well know gay watering

hole. Just as I was walking away from the rank, a cab

pulled up and the driver said, “You’re my last fare so

where are you heading?”


I gave him my address and sat back.


“Were you in the Atlantis?” he asked, referring to the

gay bar and club I had just left.


“Yes,” I replied.


“Busy?” he asked.


“Yes, but not busy enough,” I replied.


“I suppose you guys must get horny when you can’t get

sex too,” he said and continued, “But you should try

being dumped by your wife and left with a teenage son

and daughter who take over your house, reject anyone

you bring back and generally decide you’re going to

become a monk.”


I looked at his back and side as he spoke. He was of

Caribbean decent and seemed to be around 37 or so. His

was well built, probably over 6 feet and has amazingly

white teeth. He wore a white t-shirt and jeans and has

a single gold earring.


“Haven’t had so much as a fuck in 6 months and that was

interrupted by my daughter who told me how disgusting

it was for people my age to be doing such things. The

bird was a slag anyway but at least I got to cum in her

before it came to an abrupt end,” he continued.


I found his conversation quite arousing.


“Bet it’s easier for you to find a bloke to shag,” he

said.


“Well usually it’s the other way around,” I said.


“What, harder to find…” he tailed off and then

laughed, to continue with, “Oh sorry, I see what you

mean, you like it up the back!”


He wasn’t stopping and I was curious as to where this

was going. I only had another five minutes or so to see

if he was chatting me up.


“Never been into bums, meself, or blokes for that

matter, but I suppose they must be powerfully tight

compared to cunt,” he said.


“Oh they are,” I said. “Guys like me can take a cock in

them easier than woman can take it up the front and the

added bonus is tightness. It’s like a velvet glove.”


I was getting horny. I was squeaky clean and had

slipped one of these lubricating capsules in when in

the bar toilets as I thought some guy was going to give

me one but he went off and shagged an 18 year old in

the cubicle leaving me hot, randy and moist.


“Listen man,” he said, “we had better change the

subject ‘cos I’m like a loaded gun here and you might

convert me.”


“Well I’m your man if you ever want converted,” I said.


“You got a few minutes to talk?” he said.


“Come in for a coffee or drink if you like,” I replied.


“Cool, but I haven’t much time,” he said.


Once inside and he had a cool beer in his hand he

started to tell me how his wife had been having every

guy in town and when he confronted her, she left taking

most of his bank account and leaving the kids. Having

the kids around had seriously restricted his sex life

as they were always around or entertaining their

friends. He hadn’t had sex for six months. I told him I

couldn’t last six days without it and we laughed.


“What do you guys actually do?” he asked.


I said “It’s just the same as with a woman only we

don’t have a cunt and our tits are smaller but we have

a bit of extra meat to compensate.”


He laughed awkwardly, his white teeth glistening in the

light. The air was hung with anticipation. I could see

he wanted to experiment but was scared. I didn’t want

to make a move in case it scared him but I also felt

sure he wanted me to so that he would have to make a

decision one way or the other. His cock didn’t look

hard though it was clearly visible lying down his leg

in his thin cotton trousers.


“Want to see what a boy’s pussy is like?” I said.


“You mean, like, drop your pants and show me?”


“Well you seemed curious to know how guys could take it

up their arses and I thought you might like to see

one,” I said.


“Sure, if you’re not embarrassed,” he replied.


I tried to pull my pants down and off, as sexily as I

could. His eyes were fixed on me. I stood in my short

sleeved shirt and white briefs. I quickly pulled off my

socks. He watched and I saw his heel of his hand

discretely nudge against a bulge in the front of his

trousers. At that moment I realised it was going to

happen. I slipped off my briefs and stood facing him,

my erect cock sticking out from the front of my shirt.


“Nice,” he said.


I didn’t think straight guys would look at another

guy’s cock and say “nice.”


Soon I was naked and standing in front of him by cock

sticking straight out. He pulled me towards him and

turned me around. His hands slid up my front and to my

two little nipples which he tweaked and stroked. I

thought, “Old habits die hard.”


His hand eventually slid down and back to my buttocks

which he gently spread revealing my hole. He asked why

it was wet and I had to explain it was lubrication. His

finger slid inside me and gently pushed inside. He

gasped as it entered so easily. I heard his zipper

slide down. He sat on a low chair and I was standing in

front of him, bending over, my hands on my knees to

give his access to my bum hole.


“Let me suck you,” I said,


His finger slipped out and he pulled me around. He was

sitting, still dressed, but his trouser front was open

and a large cock stuck out of the top of some shorts. I

knelt in front of him and eased his cock and balls out

until his balls were exposed with the waist band of his

shorts under them. I eased them down. He would only let

me pull them so far, to his hips, but that was enough.


The cock in front of me was a man’s cock. By that I

mean his balls were big, his cock was long and quite

thick. He had been neatly circumcised and the head was

larger than the cock size would suggest. It was a large

brown mushroom. He had dark hair covering his balls and

spreading up and around the base of his cock. I figured

he had just under eight inches long, way bigger than

mine. I enveloped it and he gasped as my warm mouth

covered the head and then pushed down to almost take

the whole length.


My mouth eased up and down, a gentle suction on each

upwards stroke and the cock length firmly gripped in my

hand with the other stroking his balls and a finger

teasing under them as though trying to finger his arse.


“Oh my God, that is unbelievable. That cow never gave

head and no one, but no one, has ever sucked me like

that,” he groaned.


I managed to pull his trousers and shorts lower and

really went to town. My own, unattended cock was stiff

as hell and sticking upright between my kneeling legs.


“Stop for fucks sake, I want to cum in your arse, not

your mouth,” he yelled, pulling his cock quickly out

with a loud “plop.”


He stood up and I knelt on the floor with him behind

me. I gave him a condom as there was no way I was going

to be barebacked. I heard the wrapper rip open and the

stretch of the latex over his cock and just waited. The

head seemed enormous as it teased the entrance to my

hole. He pushed. It sunk inside really easily and

without any pain. As he started to stretch me, each

plunge went just a little further into me. I felt his

hand tentatively stretch around and very softly grip my

cock. He stroked it very gently up and down as his cock

started to really pick up speed inside my arse.


“This is so fucking wonderful,” he said, “and to think

I have been wasting my cum up some slut’s cunt all

these years.”


His dirty talk had me close to cumming. His wanking

technique was not the best but what little movement he

was doing was sufficient to bring me to the brink. I

begged him to cum in me and he took both his hands to

my hips. I quickly replaced his hand on my cock with my

own, to try to coincide our orgasms.


“Oh shit, I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming up a queer’s

arse!” he shouted.


He wasn’t the only one. My semen felt like boiling

water churning from my balls, the full length of my

cock and then exploding almost painfully out of the

slit in the top to spray across my leather chair like

some water cannon. His cock was a full eight inches

embedded inside me and had stopped moving as I felt the

veins on the side of it pumping as his cum fired into

me filling the rubber wrapped around it. When he pulled

out, the quantity in the rubber teat on the end was

more than I had ever seen in a condom from one orgasm.


He stumbled to his feet, with his trousers wrapped

around his ankles and surprised me by lifting me under

the arms, to my feet, turning me and kissing me fully

on the lips. His tongue entered my mouth and his lips

covered mine. His hand went behind my head and he

forced my mouth on to his.


“Please tell me I can do this again,” he begged.


You bet,” I said.


He did too and we had a frenetic three month love

affair, meeting every week until one of his children

saw us together one night and started to ask him some

questions. It scared the living daylights out of him

and I was dumped with one quick telephone call. C’est

lá vie!


4. Chance encounter:


This initial story of a straight guy is a short and a

quick one. It was a Saturday afternoon and I had been

buying some new clothes. At the back of the city

shopping centre was a park and, when the centre was

built, the park toilets had been left, even though

there were a number of shiny new ones in the shopping

mall nearby.


I liked the old 1960’s block as there was often a guy

or two hanging about for a quick fumble. On this day,

my luck was out and after waiting at the urinals for

around fifteen minutes, I hauled myself into one of the

three cubicles and dropped my pants for a quick wank.

The door locks were long gone but a closed door usually

meant someone was inside so I concentrated on working

myself up to a nice orgasm.


I heard voices and hesitated but hearing a man and a

child’s voice, I realised it was a father bringing his

child in for a piss or more, so I continued, images of

the assistant who had just sold me my new shirt

swimming in my head. I was shocked to open my eyes and

see a man of around 35 and a toddler, both standing at

the door looking at me in horror. He had pushed the

door, obviously wanting the young lad to pee in a

toilet bowl, which was set lower than the adult size

urinals in the main toilet.


I quickly closed the door. Listening, I heard the man

take his child next door to the sound of “What was that

man doing daddy?”


Thankfully toddlers piss quickly so the retreating

steps left me relieved. I wasn’t sure who was more

shocked, me, the kid or the kid’s father! I looked at

my dwindling erection and decided that as I couldn’t

leave too soon after them I might as well continue. I

started to stroke and my cock began to return to

original impressive erection.


Suddenly the door to the cubicle opened and there stood

the father. I started to apologise, but he pushed in

with me and closed the door behind him. His hand

gripped my cock and his lips pressed against my lips.

Now this wasn’t some ugly old man, this was the sort of

hunk that you see in commercials for men’s toiletries.

He was beautifully built, around 5 feet 8 inches tall,

Levis, white t-shirt, leather jacket and a lovely well

trimmed stubble.


His tongue was in my mouth and he was behaving like a

starving animal. His breathing was heavy and he was

chewing my earlobes as his large hands gripped my cock,

almost painfully. At one stage he dropped to his knees

and I thought he was going to suck me but instead he

looked at it and whispered, “Beautiful,” before kissing

the sides and then the tip.


As he again stood up, he unclipped his jeans and they

dropped. I regained control and pushed him against the

back of the door, He stood with tight jersey boxers

shorts, an erection plainly visible. I pulled them down

and there it was! His cock was short, around 5 to 6

inches it stuck out and upwards from a mass of dark

brown pubic hair which trailed up to his chest. His

balls were tight to his body and of normal size but the

real feature was the thickness.


I was struggling to form an “O” around it with my thumb

and middle finger. This was one bulky cock and I really

would have loved him to fuck me. I pushed his shirt up

and chewed his tits and he gasped. I then dropped and

opened my mouth to envelop this thick piece of manhood.

He was really gasping now and I pulled back his

slippery foreskin and revealed the head beneath.

Sucking, I took as much as I could in my mouth before

sliding back up and down again.


All I heard was an “Ohh!!” before the warm splash hit

the back of my throat and I had to start swallowing for

my life. The torrent of cum seemed never ending but I

managed not to lose one drop. My own cock was in my

hand and I shot off all over his black shoes.


“Tristan’s getting bored Daddy, are you going to be

long?” came a girl’s voice from the toilet entrance.


A slightly shaky daddy said, “I’m just coming darling!”


“I think you mean, you’ve just cum,” I whispered

quietly.


He smiled as he wiped the cum off his shoes.


“If you want to do more, I’ll be here next week at the

same time and we could go to my place,” I said

hopefully.


He just smiled as he hurriedly dressed and opened the

cubicle to leave with a quiet, “Thanks.”


I heard him walk, then stop. He returned and pushed the

door gently and whispered, “Here same time tomorrow,”

before walking out saying loudly, “I’m coming Karen.”


I was shaking with residual fear from the initial

encounter and excitement from speed and intensity of

the session. I shakily left and thought about his thick

cock all the way home.


I was squeaky clean and excited as I walked through the

park the next afternoon then immediately horrified to

find the toilet closed. It was a drizzling Sunday

afternoon and there was little shelter. I huddled under

a tree as the only person in the park, and waited!


The appointed meet was at 3.30pm but he wasn’t there. I

was getting pretty damp and very miserable by 4.00pm

and decided I had been dumped, or more likely his home

arrangements had prevented him from getting out. As I

left through the park gates a taxi drew up and I

spotted him leaping from the door to shout. He hadn’t

paid the driver as we stood and he told me he had very

little time so I bundled him back into the cab and gave

my home address.


“Ryan,” I said, holding out my hand.


“Damon,” he responded as he shook, his wedding ring

seeming to glint even on this dull day.


I quietly thought, “You don’t get much straighter than

this guy.”


It took but a few moments to get to my flat and we were

inside as fast as I could drag him. He had already told

me he had around one hour.


He told me he had been happily married for nine years

and though he had sometimes looked at effeminate guys

on television or in the street and wondered just what

it would be like to do it, he had never acted on the

impulse. The sight of my raging cock had been the

catalyst and now he wanted more of me. The feeling was

definitely mutual. I wanted this guy naked and was

stripping him as we spoke. I made him stand while I

drank in the view. He was Brad Pitt/Tom Cruise and any

other good looking stud you could put into the mix. I

stripped too and stood facing him, my slightly taller,

paler, hairless skin and fair hair being in complete

contrast to him.


He was on me again. His lips found mine and he started

to kiss, the way men always do with women. His mouth

covered mine completely and his tongue had a mind of

its own. When it wasn’t trying to find my tonsils, it

would slip out, lick my cheeks, lick my ears and then

drop down to kiss my nipples. He had no fear of

handling my cock, in fact I think he found this

additional piece of equipment a great novelty as he

handled and wanked all the time he kissed me. His own

cock was a solid, heavy, thick piece of flesh pressing

against my thigh and in that moment, I was so pleased

that I was going to get to share it with his wife.


He dropped again to do what he had done the previous

day, kiss the sides and the tip. I gently pushed as he

did so and the head slipped in. He jolted back, looked

up at me and then, as though making a split second

decision, wrapped his mouth around it and started

sucking like a hungry baby. He wasn’t a born sucker but

realising this was his first cock, I didn’t give a

shit! He started to lick again and was all over my

balls, even licking my pubic hair. I sat on the edge of

the bed with my legs open and him between them and he

started a journey that I hoped would end at my arse.


His tongue traced between my legs so I opened further

and lifted myself up slightly. He waited, tentatively

and then started to lick around my rosebud before

eventually sticking his tongue all the way inside. My

cock was so hard it was throbbing to the beat of my

heart. This guy was all man. He was doing what he

probably did normally and took control, and I loved it.

He was feeding on a newly found lust and using my body

and it was really fabulous.


“Would you fuck me?” I asked.


“What do I do?” he said innocently.


I stood up and squirted some lubricant on my hands,

easing it between my cheeks. I lubricated well and then

asked him to take over. I was bent over on all fours at

the end of the bed and he was lubricating my arse. He

took over 15 minutes before he asked what to do next. I

handed him a condom. It took a few moments to stretch

it properly over the width of his cock. He lubed his

cock and took up position at my back. I love being

fucked doggy fashion. I always feel that with the doggy

position, you know you are being fucked in the arse.


“Take it easy in the early stages,” I begged him.


He was very gentle which was as well as my hole was

having real trouble extending to accommodate this flesh

coloured cucumber. There was no way it was not going in

though and his patience was rewarded when he finally

said, “I’m there!”


He started a slow and stead fucking. One hand was on my

hips while the other reached around and gripped my

cock.


“I love the feel of your cock in my hand,” he said.


“I’m quite partial to yours up my hole,” said I.


He laughed and started to really fuck me. Doggy fashion

went by the board as he pulled me on my side and then

lifted a leg over his shoulder. I had a feeling this

was a “fucking the wife” position but said nothing as

he really seemed to like it.


The fucking speed was faster than I was used to and my

hand drifted around to feel his thick tube of meat

slide in and out of me. His little grunts of effort

each time he hammered home, really go me going and it

was great to have my cock handled as he did it.


“This isn’t going to last long Ryan,” he said.


“Then cum on my face,” I said.


“Your face?” he said incredulously.


God bless him, he obviously hadn’t been surfing the net

much.


“Yes my face,” I cried.


He hammered my arse, his grunts becoming faster and

faster then he pulled out and whipped off the condom. I

scooted under him so that he was astride my chest and I

gripped my own cock.


“Oh my God!” he howled.


I saw the wonderful white jet leave his cock split and

arc towards me. I closed my eyes in part but kept them

half open. There is nothing more wonderful than seeing

warm, wet, fresh, and heterosexual cum heading in the

direction of your own face. I opened my mouth too and

waited to receive my gift and was not disappointed. It

splatted, it splashed and it sprayed over my face, neck

and thankfully, mouth.


“I’m cumming too!!” I shouted.


“On my face then,” he said and we quickly reversed

positions. He just made it as I returned the compliment

and basted him in cum. He too, took some in his mouth

and the slight gagging suggested he wasn’t at all sure

whether he liked it or not. As I slumped, he sat up and

kissed me again, our sloppy faces and mouths mingling

with the sperm coating both of us.


“Awesome,” he said, “really awesome.”


We met regularly after that. I was determined to keep

the arrangement as fun and sex only and at no time

allowed it to interfere with his home life. He told me

that his sex life with his wife had taken on new

meaning and far from our relationship jeopardising it,

he felt it enhanced it. That suited me as I had no wish

for baggage.


That’s about it. It does prove that there are gay men,

bisexual men and straight men but also somewhere out

there, are straight but curious men and that is my

target.


Wish me luck!


kewtieboy@hotmail.com

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