Military Classified Anthony - Rob Navarro Gets the Big One

Military Classified's Anthony is probably the biggest cock Rob Navarro has sucked on at 11 inches. The guy is 6'5". His story is typical. Read Rob Navarro's narrative for the scene below. 

HOW IT WENT DOWN
There's only one thing that can be said about Anthony..... 11 inches! This former Navy stud has definitively surpassed any normal caucasian cock that I have seen by a long shot. His beautiful piece of straight meat is thick as it is long with a beautiful mushroom head that tickles your pipes when he shoves it down your throat. His balls match this package perfectly and I found it very, very difficult to put them both in my mouth at the same time... but I did damn it! On this occassion Anthony didn't realize he was going to encounter deepthroating action on his 11 inch cock like he's never encountered before but he did and he loved it!

I'm sure you all remember him from his first video and never forgot that USDA choice beef this stud swung between his legs so I decided to bring him back for 2nds. I couldn't wait to get my mouth buried back down that thick dick of his. Even better was the fact that this guy was a mammoth giant everywhere. 6' 5", 220 pounds, size 14 shoes and hands the size of baseball mitts. This time when we started filming, he didn't hesitate when I took hold of his meat. I was like a kid in a candy store with eyes all a glow and mouth watering in anticipation licking and sucking every inch of that missle as quickly and efficiently as possible.





I sucked on his balls and literally got then both in my mouth to his amazement. I had him sit down on the couch and just focus on the movie with his hands behind his head and I did my magic. I sucked his cock so feverishly that I began to slowly chip away at his pent up horniness. As the minutes went by I could see that Anthony was starting to get more and more hot and bothered. He started to move in his chair a little and started putting his arms over his face in frustration as he watched me bury his cock down my throat and I mean balls deep!

As I increased my speed, then implimented my mouth and hand combination, I began to notice that Anthony was getting close. He stretched out his legs and his eyes were closing now and not paying attention to any of the pussy porn on the monitor. In fact, he was actually quite intrigued by the way I was so mechanical in my quest for making this straight stud bust his nut. Soon Anthony began to get a little frustrated because with an 11 inch cock I think he would be the only one that knew exactly how to get himself off so I let him take over and do an interesting two handed jerk off that was truely a sight to see. I asked him to let me know when he was about to bust, which he did. I quickly grabbed his cock from his hands and rushed his cock with my mouth like a baby bird being fed by his mother. Before he even jizzed his first squirt, my mouth was buried deep on his cock and he went nuts as he blew his load down my warm throat. He led out a big yell and then dropped dead on the couch when it was done. In the end.... he felt completely satisifed!

Rob Navarro from Military Classified Sucks Off Straight Guy Jag

Rob Navarro sucks one of his largest cocks at Military Classified

This cock is for the record books at nearly 10 inches. It's Jag, one of Rob Navarro's biggest finds. Robert Navarro has this fascination for straight guys and he gets them not only that he films them and puts the videos on his website. How does he do it? Who knows but he delivers. This is the story of Jag. For more on Rob Navarro's Military Classified click here.


HOW IT WENT DOWN Jag, as he's known to his friends is a tall, lean and smooth straight stud I met online of course. His father was in the military and in fact, his family comes from a military background. He's got dark hair and eyes that give credit to the expression... tall, dark and handsome. Even better than that is the HUGE surprise I was dealt when this dude dropped his shorts and unleashed a confirmed "weapon of mass destruction." Measuring in at 9.5 TRUE inches, cut beautifully with probably the biggest nuts I've seen on a young guy, I literally bowed down to this guy's meat and gave him one of the best blowjobs I've performed thus far.



He's kind of a rebel of sorts because he's been on his own since a very young age. He loves to fuck girls in just about any position but claims his favorite is when she rides on top. He explains that in that position he can really jam it in with the full force of his schlong causing optimum damage. Jag is very proud of his cock and with good reason because I can guarantee that when those clothes comes off, he commands full attention of any one within striking distance of that piece. I was no different to be quite honest. I had a few words with the guy before we got down to business and the interview I would say went rather well.

He talked about girls, positions, some experiences and how they all played out in his sexual life. Next I asked him to take off his clothes and get comfortable watching the porn and that's when I was introduced to Jag's huge dick. My mouth literally dropped as I tried hard to seem very non-schalaunt about his cock but I could tell he was definitely looking for a reaction from me. I knelt down in front of Jag with his long soft penis that was at least 5 inches long flacid and couldn't keep my eyes off of it.











I began licking this boy around those lovely balls making his dick twitch from the erotic sensation my wet tongue was giving. I took one of his balls in my mouth and then the other and soon I was gargling both his nuts in my mouth at the same time. I next moved on to the shaft of that increasingly growing dick that by now was starting to almost "raise from the dead" as he got longer and longer. I began to take the head of his cock along with a few inches of his shaft deep down my throat and that's all he needed before he blossomed to a full 9.5 inches in length with a 6 inch circumference.

I must say that this was one of the few mammoth cocks I've had the pleasure to suck on. I was challenged by Jag's cock and of course you all know I love a challenge, so I stepped up to the plate and literally removed any mental notions that would make me gag and I just plummeted down on his cock and literally took it deep down my throat which made him go crazy. He's never had anyone take him as deep as I did which resulted in Jag busting one of the biggest nuts he's discharged in a long while he claimed. I think I would agree with him. Check it out!

Don't Ask Don't Tell - a Gay Army Orgy Sex Story

Don't Ask Don't Tell - a Gay Army Orgy Sex Story

The Army is a hot spot for gay sex. Not many people would think so since there's a don't ask don't tell policy but it's true. There are more gay couples there than probably anywhere. It's just like an all girls school where most girls are in lesbian relationships. If only for awhile. This is where I came of age.

I was always into girls. I was a very good looking, muscular guy. If there was a prettty girl, I perfected the whistle. Joining the Army was in retrospect, culture shock. There were very few girls and most of them were not interested or interesting. They were borderline lesbian in action. But the guys never were.

One day in the shower stall. I got a peek at the Army's other side. It was a rough set of drills that made us filthy with mud, and sweat. We were outside for hours getting in shape. As the practice ended we headed to the shower and we bragged about our cock sizes. John came in. Everyone suddenly kept quiet as he took of his clothes.

"Wow" Tim said "That's the cock of I want to have"

Suddenly, Tony flicked his cock out and shook it hard. "Well, why not have this one" he said. Then taking a towel and snapping Tim.

John was partly embarrassed by it all and just walked to the shower letting the water roll the dirt from his skin.

"It's not easy having such a big one" I said

To my surprise, he took my head and pulled it to his cock.

"Suck it newbie" he said.

I was on my knees sucking his massive member. The water falling over my face as I tried to take it all in made it hard to breath but turned me on at the same time. My cock was rock hard. Other guys came in and gathered around with the hard cocks out. They were jerking themselves.

John tilted his head back and said "I'm gonna cum"

He shot his load down my throat. It was my second time tasting cum, a gel like substance with a taste undescribable. Tony was next in line and sucked him too.

"Lick my balls and underneath" he said.

I licked them like a dog meeting a new best friend. And I could see them getting tighter and tight. "Take my load" he said spewing his load down my throat. I could feel each thrust of cum as it shot against in the inside of my mouth.

Another one I thought. I could feel a hand on my ass and it was John who got down on his knees. He moistened my asshole with his fingers and rimmed my ass before plowing it in. Al, Bill and Andy were standing around as I took turns sucking them and getting fucked at the same time. I was in sync with John's fucking and my sucking of Al. John was jerking my cock off at the same time. Faster and faster he fucked and jerked me and the faster I sucked Al. We came at the same time. Bill and Andy both shot their loads over my face.

When it was all done, we headed back to the barracks and slept tilll late in the night. It was the best day we ever had.

Piss Boy In Training – A Gay Fetish Sex Story

Piss Boy In Training – A Gay Fetish Sex Story





by Farmboy (coreyzhot@yahoo.com)


***


Training as a piss boy is hard but the rewards are

golden. (MM, ws)


***


We had just enjoyed an hour of lovemaking, his young,

cut cock was delicious to lick and suck and I tongued

his sweet balls, licked his belly and sucked the

nipples on his breasts and slowly worked my way up to

his lips and we joined with our tongues entwined and I

felt we a were one. He rolled me over and sucked at my

cock and licked his way to my pussy hole and rimmed me,

flicking his tongue in and out, making me arch up

against him and moan, and begging for his manhood

inside my boy-hole.


I licked at his cock, slurping it nice and wet for him

and lay back, raising my legs up and spread them wide,

presenting my love-hole for him. He knelt between my

legs and slowly slipped inside, my body open and ready

for his lovemaking.


I whimpered softly as he slowly sank into me, until he

was there, bottomed out, he balls against my ass, my

own cock rigid and oozing pre-cum between our bodies as

we pressed together. He lay his hands on my breasts and

began to slide in and out, each time bringing his cock

almost out with just the head inside me and then he

would fall back into me with all his body weight. I

would grunt and whimper and moan as he kept at it for

more than a half hour, somehow holding back his juices

from me, making ask for more cock for him to fill my

ass with his man-juices.


As he began to pick up speed and rammed his cock hard

into me, grinding it from side to side as he rode me

like a stallion, my own cock quivered and shot cum all

over the both of us. He laughed at that and took his

hand and wiped some of it off his chest and put it to

my mouth to suck off… I was in love.


Soon my whole being went to some other world as he

cried out and pushing into me as far as he could, he

lasted his cum down into me and I could feel the heat

of it throughout my body.


He lay there on my chest, his cock still deep inside my

now cum filled pussy-hole, my legs now wrapped around

his waist and told me he had another treat for me. And

smiled.


I looked at hi a bit funny because of the taunting way

he said it and then suddenly felt a gushing heat

explode in my ass and realized he was pissing into me.

I was shocked and tried to shake him off but he easily

held me down as the flooding continued. I would have

thought he had pissed a gallon into me. “Relax, baby, I

know that it’s your first time with this, but it will

not be the last. You need to take everything I have to

give you, baby,” he said as he leaned down and kissed

me deeply.


I sighed and relaxed. I was his to use, it was just so

unexpected. My bowels felt like they were going to

burst, but his cock was still hard and had my ass

plugged tight. We lay there for 15 more minutes before

he let me up, the piss and cum running down my legs as

I ran for the bathroom, while he laughed.


We washed up and had a pizza and a few beers and just

enjoyed the evening. It was later that he told me to

kneel before him and he spread his legs and pulled his

semi-hard cock out of his shorts. I was happy because I

was ready for some good cock-sucking, but when he put

his cock into my mouth, he held me by the back of my

head and quietly said, “I need to piss again, open up

and suck it down, bitch.” Before I could move, hot

streams of piss flooded my mouth and as I struggled

against the volume hitting the back of my throat, he

lunged against me, yanking my head to his belly and

buried it to his balls. The piss just went straight

down my throat and while it was hot and gushing, I

managed to take it.


When he was done pissing, he told me to suck him off as

a treat for being a good piss drinker. The whole thing

with the piss had him hard and hot and it was an easy

cock-sucking session. He came fast and hard and I had

what I loved best, a belly full of his sweet cum-

juices.


A week later we a were at a party and he told the 5

others there, both the tops and the submissives like me

that no one should take a leak in the bathroom, but

that I was there to be their piss bowl. He had me kneel

in front of him and slid his cock down my throat and

unloaded while all the others watched.


When he pulled out, another of the tops came over and

told me to open up and take it down, I did as I was

told and sucked it in as he dumped his bladder load. It

was hard to keep from splashing any out and I ended up

with wet piss down my chin and shirt, even to my pants,

as though I had peed on myself.


The other subs did what they were told and while they

were a lot gentler, I probably drank down 15 loads of

piss before the night was done. When my own bladder was

bursting, I begged to go to the bathroom, and they all

came in and laid me in the tub and still in my clothes,

made me piss in my pants. Several of them pulled out

their cocks and pissed all over me, in the face and

hair and my love stood to the side smiling.


Finally he let me shower and they threw out my clothes.

I was laid over the bathroom counter and ass fucked

while they watched and then he pulled out and invited

anyone else who wanted to fuck me to have a go at it. I

happy to say that I enjoyed being ass-fucked by the

other tops. I could tell the other subs were not too

thrilled about their cum shots ending up in my ass, but

I was smiling. When that was over and I had cum running

down my legs he slid his cock back into my ass and

pissed into me again. Two others followed suit and it

was back to the shower


When I came out this time he led me naked into the

living room and told everyone that I was being trained

as a piss-boy. He had me kneel on all fours in the

middle of the room and took the piss soaked belt from

my pants and brought it whipping across my ass some ten

times, so that I was raw with the bleeding welts it

made and then stopped. I fell to the floor weeping.


He told me I had a choice, either take my new role as a

piss hole or get up and walk out and away for good. I

crawled to him and begged him to keep me. Later that

night in our bed he was loving and gentle, ” I am so

sorry about tonight but to be a real piss-boy you

needed to be publicly broken to it and you passed with

flying colors,” he said as he brought his sweet lips to

mine.


I have become so addicted to pee drinking that if he is

gone for a day or so, I have gone to the bathroom in a

nearby gay bar and begged for piss to drink. I even

drink my own piss if no other is available.


We had one bi-couple visit and I even got to clamp onto

her cunt-lips and suck down hers while he was filling

my ass with his, while my love watched and was so proud

of me. Fetish? I guess it is, addicted? I know I am.


END

Playmakers: Bi Man Out -a Gay Football Player Sex Story

Playmakers: Bi Man Out -a Gay Football Player Sex Story





by The Fan (legrosmatoux@msn.com)


***


Thad is a pro football player wth seemingly the perfect

life. The only problem? He has bi-sexual desires that

he has struggled with all his life. Can a nice girl

named August save him from himself, and the world? (MF,

MM-bi, rom)


***


His name was Thad Guerwitcz. He was an offensive

lineman for the Couguars,one of the best football teams

out there. He was one of the best players on the team.


A big, bulky man with darkish blond hair. He was a

roughneck. He was also a man with a struggle. A

struggle that consumed him. It was something with which

he struggled most of his life. He tried to get rid of

it. But he simply could not. No one could change their

nature.


Ever since Thad Guerwitcz was little, he knew he was

different. He fought it.


He decided to play sports and he did. He tried harder

than anyone else at football. In high school, he made

quarterback. He was a shy guy but he was decent and he

tried to toughen himself up. He went out with some

girls in order to fit in as normal. He didnt even

want to think about what happened. What he was. He

didn’t want people to find out. Thad Guerwitcz had a

nasty little secret inside his closet.


On the Kinsey scale, he was a Five. Bisexual at the

very least. He tried to hide it by dating girls but no

one arose his desire. He thought that if he played

sports and had a successful life, he would be all set.

He was so glad the day he made it into one of the NFL’s

most coveted football teams. He was gonna play on the

same team as his heroes.


He made friends with the guys. Demetrius “DH” was one

of his buddies. DH was a cool black dude. Thad’s only

problem with him was that he did drugs. Well, to each

his own. Once, Thad helped him get ready for a big

game. DH was fresh out of his favorite substance. Thad

went to the dealer in his stead and got it for him.

Thad was ashamed but he wasn’t going to let down a co-

worker. He hung out with the team’s best guys.


Leon, another black dude, the one with the domestic

problems. Derek McConnell the womanizing blond guy and

Eric Olczyk, the cool bald headed dude. There was also

one of Thad’s best pals and his favorite team member,

the chubb-man himself, Kelvin ‘Buffalo’ James. He hung

out with them, going to clubs and stuff. That’s how he

met August.


Oh, August. She was a nice brunette he met. She was so

beautiful. For once, he felt attracted to her both

emotionally and physically. She was the answer to his

prayers. He thanked God that the Lord sent him this

woman. He loved August. She was so cute and funny.

Unlike the rest of the team, Thad had been actively

looking for a woman. A good one to marry and settle

down with.


He did not want the life of a womanizer and certainly

not that of a fruitcake. So he saw August for a few

months. He could never get tired of her. She was warm

and nice and understanding, not at all like the bitches

he heard the guys complain about. Leon complained about

his nagging wife. Derek was always trying to fuck

whatever walked by as long as it had breasts. DH was

the P.I.M.P. par excellence.


Thad thought he had it all figured out. He would play

football and lead a decent life. He would make his poor

Eastern european parents proud. He was already the

pride of his hometown of Chicago just by being on the

single greatest team on the NFL. He wanted the life and

for the first time in his life, he felt okay. But it

would not last. One of his worst nightmares and

greatest fears was about to come true.


David returned. David was this guy Thad met in college.

He was so young and vulnerable in those days. He was

fresh from high school, a naive young man still trying

to come to terms with his bisexuality. He had vowed

never to reveal it to anyone and to only be with women

and lead as normal a life as possible. David changed

all that. He was cool. He had loads of friends. He

wanted to be friends with Thad. Thad was naive enough

to think David wanted to be his friend. Once, David got

him drunk and…..well, the rest is history.


Thad had been horrified at what he’d done. He requested

a transfer immediately. He even contemplated suicide.

If it hadn’t been for his friend Alicia and his dream

of one day being in the NFL, he would have jumped off a

cliff. He got as far away from David as possible. But

the annoying little creep kept coming back, trying to

blackmail Thad and calling him awful names. God, why

couldnt he just leave Thad alone?


So for awhile, Thad put up with it. He joined the

Couguars. He made the team. He was fortunate enough to

meet August, the most special woman ever. He’d been in

love once in his life, and that was with Alice, the

girl who understood him. Alice encouraged Thad to come

out but Thad thought that was a bad idea. He decided

never to act on his not-so-straight urges anymore.


David just thought he was a Tragic Closet Jock. He came

back and threatened to expose Thad. He even alerted the

local papers. The whole team was under scrutiny as it

was suspected that one of them was not straight. Thad

kept his cool even though he endured some cold sweat.


David sent pictures he had taken of Thad long ago when

he practically raped the young athlete in college. The

pictures went to Coach. The team found out. Thad denied

it. Had he been sober and conscious, he never would

have allowed this to happen to him. But the other guys

weren’t so understanding. They called him awful names.

They bullied him. They made his life miserable.


Thad wasn’t a quitter. He was a nice man trying to do

the right thing. He wanted to lead his life the way he

wanted it. Had he been a woman he could have said David

raped him, but male victims of rape were often

ridiculed by other guys while women went to support

groups. He wanted to have his life back. He asked

August to marry him. Oh, God. The look on her face. She

was so happy that he asked. So happy.


“I love you Thad,” she said. She threw herself into his

arms.


Overcome with emotion, Thad hugged her back. He loved

this woman! She was so great ! He just wished he wasn’t

so screwed up. He promised himself he’d treat her like

a goddess. His beautiful goddess who loved him and was

the only one who could save him from himself.


Things were tolerable, until a phone call ruined it. A

team member called August and told the facts to August.

The look of pain in her face melted Thad’s heart. Oh,

God. He told her it wasn’t true. She wanted to believe

him. In fact, she did.


He went back to the team. They were still treating him

like an outsider. For God’s sakes, he was one of them!

He liked those guys like they were family. They treated

him badly because he was different. He didn’t want to

be, damn it. How could anyone choose to be, like that?

Unless you were a woman with a lot of frustration with

men? David threatened to leak the story to the press.

Coach had to make a decision. Either he would keep Thad

and risk embarassing the whole team or put him on

injured reserve and hopefully trade him next season.


Thad refused to be traded. The other guys mercilessly

beat him up. He went on the field and played better

than he had before. He was like a whirlwind out there.

He took down the other team, cutting them down with all

the hatred and animosity he could muster. He felt so

angry, at the world, at God for making him this way and

at himself for being so weak!


The media were awed by Thad “Superman” Guerwitcz. He

was perhaps the best player on the team. Better than

the ever-whining Leon. Or even macho man DH. After the

game in the locker room, coach decided that Thad

Guerwitcz would be traded. He would go to play on

another team for a better salary.


Thad was pleased. He looked at his former teammates. He

told them what he thought of them. He told them his

secret. He told them he wasnt scared anymore. Then the

owner of the Team showed him a video of himself buying

up booze to help that treacherous DH. Thad shuddered.

He was losing. He would not be going to Chicago. He

would not be transferred. His career was over, unless

there was a miracle. He walked out of there, his head

hung low.


He went home. While driving, he saw a car accident. The

driver was a tall, slim young man with dark hair. Thad

recognized him immediately. It was David. He was dead.

Apparently he had been following Thad. Probably to try

to blackmail him some more. Thad would have smiled at

the irony, if he could laugh at anything right now. The

whole team knew he was bisexual. The fact that he only

wanted women as partners in spite of it all meant

nothing to them. He was just a freak.


Coach made the guys promise they would keep the secret

or lose their jobs. The man was serious. He shook

Thad’s hand as the young athlete walked out of the

locker room. His thoughts were on August.


When he went to her home, he got a surprise. It was

August. She just stood there, looking all beautiful.

Her long dark hair was hung in a ponytail. She wore a

cute pink dress. He loved the way she looked. So

gorgeous. God, he wished he could have her. He just

wanted to hold her and kiss her and be with her

forever. But that was not to be. How could anyone want

him? His buddies had abandoned him. He was an out-of-

work athlete. “Hello, Thad,” she said.


“Hello, August.” He sat her down. He took a deep breath

before he told her.


“You better hold on for this,” he said.


He sat down and poured his heart out to her. He told

her everything. Everything. His first love, Samantha.

Alicia, the first girl he ever made love to. David, the

bitter fruitcake who raped, blackmailed and ruined him.

He spoke of his high school days and his friends and

family. He told her of his loneliness. How once he

wanted to kill himself. His dream of someday having a

wife and children, though this was clearly not to be.

And finally how he felt when he met her. The second

time he ever felt emotional or sexual desire for a

female…


August sat through all this, listening to him talk. She

didn’t say anything. Then she was angry. “Get the hell

away from me, you… you freak!” she said.


Thad flinched. He understood. He was not worthy of her.

He was a tragically flawed man. Right down to the

genes. He had no matter of luck at all. But he couldn’t

hide any more. He was bi-sexual. He felt okay. He had

admitted it to himself mere hours ago. He wanted a

woman who would love and accept him as he was but that

was just wishful thinking. He thought about the

bitterness of the world. When a woman was bi, she was

popular and trendy. A man was seen as a freak. Unfair.

Whoever said that life was fair? he got up.


“August, for what its worth, I love you. I wish I could

be normal, really I do. But that can never be. I’m

sorry I hurt you.” with that, he left.


Three months later…


Thad had left the Chicago area. He went to New Jersey.

He stayed there with his aunt Selene. he got a job

fixing cars. He was a gifted mechanic. Machines were

simple, unlike life…..or people. He kept to himself.

He did a lot of soul-searching, reading interesting

books and trying to understand himself.


His aunt Selene was a great help. She was the only

member of his family who knew the truth about him. It

was a secret she guarded fiercely. He told her

everything that happened. Falling for August. The

return and death of David. The outing to the team and

how they practically killed him. Basically Thad had no

idea what life had in store for him. He had never met a

man he really desired. he fantasized about guys but

most of the time, he yearned for a woman. No woman

could accept his dual attraction. Bisexuals often said

they enjoyed both worlds. This was a load of bullshit.

Thad wasn’t getting any and was feeling pretty lonely

right now.


He stood in the driveway, trying to change the oil in

aunt Selene’s BMW. It was a gift from him to her, back

when he was a football player who made $340,000 after

taxes. Now, he had nothing. He did not want anything to

do with his old life. So many mistakes and

disappoinments. He stood there, thinking. Invariably

his thoughts went back to August. He still thought

about her often.


He missed her smile. He missed holding her into his

arms. His heart ached when he thought of her, and he

remembered the sad and angry look on her face as she

basically kicked him out. He suddenly felt a presence.

He rose his head from what he was doing, and gasped. He

froze. It was her. She’d come all the way from the

windy city to NJ.


August. She was standing there. She had changed a lot

since he’d last seen her. Her long dark hair was cut

short. It was spiky on top. She wore a white shirt over

blue jeans and boots. ” Hello, Thad.” she said. Thad

looked at her.


“Hello, August.”


They looked at each other. There was pain in her eyes.

A bit.


“How have you been?” she asked.


He told her he was okay. They made small talk. He

decided to cut to the chase.


“Why are you here, Aggie?” he asked.


At the mention of the word “Aggie,” August flinched.

This was the little name she adored. The one only Thad

called her, back when they were…together. He saw how

emotional she’d gotten and impulsively he hugged her.


“Oh, Aggie, I missed you,” he said.


She hugged him back. “I missed you too, Thad.”


Thad held her. Right then and there he knew. No matter

how many boys and girls there were in this world, he

would never love anyone as much as he loved August.

Even though he was bi, even now. August looked up into

his eyes. She just looked at him.


“Thad,” she said.


He looked at her. “What?”


“Tell me you love me!”


He was surprised by her request. “I love you, Aggie.”


He felt something in him rise when his arm touched her

bare skin. His pulse quickened. August looked into his

eyes. She understood. He took her by the hand and led

her into the house. His aunt was gone. He took her to

the living room and she grabbed him and kissed him. He

was a bit surprised and she was so passionate! She was

naked in the blink of an eye, and she was kissing his

neck and then his chest.


Her hand found his erect member and any thought he

might have had of stopping her vanished. August took

him in her mouth, sucking his big cock. Thad closed his

eyes and enjoyed what she was doing to him. God, she

was good! He opened his eyes, fascinated by what he

saw. A very beautiful girl, sucking his member and

pleasuring him! If his old teammates could see him

now… he felt a rush in his loins.


“Aggie… I’m gonna c-cummmm!”


August rose her head. “So cum,” she said.


She sucked his cock and swallowed him as his cock spat

out jets of cum.


August drank it all, not missing a single drop.


“Oh, God.” he said. “That was….wow.”


August smiled. “Hon, you aint seen nothing yet.”


She came and knelt so that his face was buried between

her legs and she sucked his cock. They did a 69. Then

she straddled him. She put her hands on his knees for

support and began bouncing up and down on his erect

member. He was lovin it.


He thrust hard and deep into her, fucking her tight

pussy. He lay her on her back, and took her like that,

hammering her pussy. August was moaning in pleasure and

caressing her boobies as Thad fucked her like a pro.

Finally, he came in long spurts inside her. They

screamed as their bodies orgasmed, sending simultaneous

waves of pleasure through them.


They lay down, entwined in love. Thad kissed August on

the forehead. He went to sleep. August looked at the

sleeping man, and smiled. The aphrodisiac she bought

from that dude at the oriental market sure did work.

Thad was fast asleep, after giving her a good fucking.


She smiled, content with what she had done and looking

forward to her new life with her lover.


The End

Preferring To Go Straight - Gay Who Prefers Straight Men

Preferring To Go Straight
A gay guy prefers straight men




by Kewtieboy (kewtieboy@hotmail.com)


***


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)


***


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

Prom Date

Prom Date





quick edit by Borg Continuum


***


Three guys drop off their prom dates and go out to a

wild gay party just for the hell of it. (MM, 1st-gay-

expr, orgy)


***


The limo barely held all six of us. Three couples of

teenagers in rented tuxedos and borrowed gowns.


We danced, and as the night went on, tux coats removed

and we danced until the sweat was pouring down our faces

and bodies. The girls were all giggly and chatting as

usual. We three boys were kind of awkward but after some

tokes on some stolen pot (I got a joint from my brother)

we felt better.


Breakfast was an event too, most of the kids were there,

at our old haunt. Even the waitresses took pictures of

us, most had known us for years. The party afterwards

was hot, our limo dropped us off. One of the girls had

left her car at the house.


And the tolerant parents there seemed to let us do what

we wanted, dancing out by the pool, swimming in our

underwear, sneaking liquor and making noise because we

could.


Tim, Cal and I dropped the girls off – and got our

kisses – and even I got a squeeze of breast as the rest

watched from the car. Where too now? I asked.


Cal drove off out of town to a place he knew.


The place was jumping. And it seemed full of other

dudes, some of which I recognized from church or school.

The music was blasting, the splashes in the back yard

told me there was a pool and the place smelled of pot,

booze, and aromas like the school locker room.


Charley, one of the jocks seemed to welcome us as the

host. Except for the fact he was wearing only a

jockstrap, that didn’t surprise me. “No rules,” he said

and welcomed us.


As we wandered around, I realized it was a stud party,

meaning only guys were there. And because of that, guys

were dancing with other guys, usually in little groups

too. This seemed weird to me but I didn’t leave.


I took a deep hit off a joint passed to me and leaned

against the wall watching guys dancing in their

jockstraps, underwear, shorts and usually no shirts. I

turned my head to look outdoors and saw naked guys

horsing around by the pool.


It was going to be a wild night I knew, but I still felt

weirded out buy being with obviously gay guys all

around.


“C’mon,” Cal pulled me to where he and Tim were gyrating

to some dance mix sounds, Tim was already shirtless and

Cal peeled his off as soon as I joined them.


We danced, shared the joint again – and I was feeling

the heat – and soon was dancing in my jockey shorts and

didn’t really care that I was in a room with a bunch of

gay guys. I truly don’t remember taking off my tux shirt

or pants, and didn’t even know where they were. I was

barefoot, sweating and feeling my body sweat in my white

jockey shorts.


Tim was wearing some sort of pouch thing that was purple

and we were making fun of it, especially when he moved

his hips making it bounce up and down. Cal was down to

his boxers too and his fly didn’t hide his cock which

seemed to poke its head out as he danced.


We ran for the pool discarding what we had left on and

dove into the chilling and sobering water, Hands on each

other’s chests and arms, we horsed around awhile and

then got out to join others who were dancing poolside

totally naked.


It was like being in the locker room, except here nobody

seemed to hide themselves or care if you looked.


I saw Charley naked there, Tim and Cal I had seen

before..but never been able to stare,


“Come on,” Tim patted my bare butt. “We got some things

to discuss,” he said as the three of us went into the

house, peed and then wandered down the hallway.


Alcohol was making my head spin, or was it the? I wasn’t

sure. I knew I had to wait awhile so I wouldn’t end up

in the toilet barfing, not because of any reason then it

was hard to get there due to others already there.


“In here,” Cal said. We went into a room which was pitch

black.


“What’s goin on?” I said but as soon as I said that, I

felt a hand on my cock. “Hey!” I jumped, then I heard

Tim’s voice. “hush, it’s only me.”


Somehow that made it ok, despite the fact Tim had never

touched my cock before, or any other guy for that

matter. Why wasn’t I leaving this place? Why was I going

along with this?


Instead of leaving I followed his lead and was soon

laying on mattress on the floor and feeling a warm mouth

working on my cock. It was weird, I’d never gotten a

blowjob from my girlfriend before, even though I’d tried

to get her to do it, and here I was on prom night

getting one from Tim. It was Tim, wasn’t it? It was so

dark in the room that I wasn’t sure who was doing me.


Then I heard, “Here try mine.”


I opened my mouth to respond but felt something rub

against my lips and then I tasted someone’s cock. That’s

when I heard Cal’s voice, “Just go slow man, let’s have

fun tonight, okay?”


Instead of being repulsed by this I nursed on his

cock… I even felt the shivers of pleasure as someone –

maybe Tim – increased their efforts on my cock at the

same time. I’d never felt like this before, being

involved with two people at once, it was an increasable

feeling being worked on and wo9rking on someone like

this.


Then I felt my legs being held up as someone’s tongue

dove into my butt-crack and it was so pleasurable and

the room was so dark, I didn’t object, I didn’t stop

whoever it was.


Then in my drunk and high state I was on my hands and

knees begging to be butt-fucked. I knew that guys fuck

each other but I’d never really thought about it before,

but I was so turned on by all this sexual contact that I

was getting that I needed something more.


My mouth was nursing another cock, I didn’t know whose.

Then I felt someone’s hands wrap around my stomach and

he moved up behind me and then fumbled there and I felt

something big and hot and slick push against my ass-

hole.


I could have stopped it then and there but whoever it

was behind me had reached down and began to slowly

massage my dick as he pushed into me. I knelt there

sucking some goy, being jacked off and getting a dick in

my ass, all at one time. It was mind numbing.


I was in a zone, that’s the only reason I can justify

that I let some strange guy cum in my ass. The fact is

that I did let him and then I was shooting my own cum

and swallowing another guys, all at once. Increasable.


Afterward, we swam in the pool for awhile to cool down.

Tim disappeared and Cal and I danced with some others.

The party was quieting down as the others around us

slept anywhere they could. I found the hallway again

and that dark room. I stumbled inside and over bodies

and found the mattress where I’d lost my “gay

virginity”, finding a place among the arms and legs

there. I was soon engaged in more cock sucking and butt-

fucking. The room smelled of sweat, cum and men’s

bodies.


**


Breakfast was weird. It was late morning and guys were

in their underwear or still naked. Some were swimming,

diving, others were at the kitchen country making

omelets and a mess in the process.


Tim, Cal and I became popular for our cooking abilities

and stood there wearing nothing but aprons, our butts

sticking out, which must have been quite a sight.


Then sadly, after we’d eaten everyone began dressing and

leaving.


That prom night was the first gay experience I’d ever

had in my life, but it hasn’t been the last. To Cal and

Tim, it was just a lark, but to me it was a defining

moment in my life. I’d always wondered why my orgasms

had been so weak when I was getting off with women. That

night I came again and again like a stud horse, blowing

my load all over the place.


I still date women, but I look for likely gay party’s to

attend and the no-holds-bared kind are my favorites. I

haven’t told my buddies that I’ve turned into a bisexual

and probably won’t… but if I did, I wonder if they’d

be interested in… you know.


END