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
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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)
***
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
lรก 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
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
lรก 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
Friday, June 29, 2012
One Wild Night - A Gay Hardcore Anal Sex Story
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Michael Brandon - A Hot Gay Pornstar Sex Story
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Sunday, June 10, 2012
Muscle Bound - A Hot Gay Bdsm Sex Story
I'm in trouble. I know it at once when Rick gets hold of me. We're both working at the same gym, him as a trainer and me as an accounts manager. It's my job to sign 'em up, his to whip 'em into shape. But here I am, about to be whipped into shape!
He's got me sitting backwards at the lat pulldown machine, both my wrists raised and tied to the bar above my head. And he's torturing my cock.
I'm stiff as iron, and my body is begging for release, but he just keeps sucking and jerking me slowly, working me up to a frenzied peak. His own dick is hard, I can see it slipping out of the band of his blue workout shorts. He fondles it, playing with it idly. I want to suck it, want to feel it inside me.
He makes me wait until I am absolutely begging for it. Then he unties me, makes me bend over and grab the weight bench opposite us. I hang on tight to the vinyl while he makes his entrance. That cock of his, so huge and thick, darker than the rest of him, with its fat purplish head . . . it's going to make me beg for mercy in nothing flat. He slaps my ass, tells me to fuck myself on his cock.
Because I can't get enough, I do. I shove back, eagerly taking him deep into my hole. It feels like he's penetrating every part of me. He pumps his cock in my ass, hard and fast, until I feel the burn. His dick is all-consuming, it possesses me.
He leans over, muscular arms binding me tight, hauls himself into me with all his strength. His powerful body flexes one giant muscle. He works himself in and out of me with feverish force. His cock swells in my ass; my own is dripping with pre-cum.
I stroke myself off, him growling in my ear, and then I come, spurting all over the vinyl seat. He rolls me to my back, stands above me like a hot, muscle bound god, stroking his mammoth cock. He comes, and it rains down on me, hot as sweat.
We smile at each other, knowing that as soon as opportunity permits, we'll be right back here doing it again. And next time, he'll be the one tied to the machine!
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He's got me sitting backwards at the lat pulldown machine, both my wrists raised and tied to the bar above my head. And he's torturing my cock.
I'm stiff as iron, and my body is begging for release, but he just keeps sucking and jerking me slowly, working me up to a frenzied peak. His own dick is hard, I can see it slipping out of the band of his blue workout shorts. He fondles it, playing with it idly. I want to suck it, want to feel it inside me.
He makes me wait until I am absolutely begging for it. Then he unties me, makes me bend over and grab the weight bench opposite us. I hang on tight to the vinyl while he makes his entrance. That cock of his, so huge and thick, darker than the rest of him, with its fat purplish head . . . it's going to make me beg for mercy in nothing flat. He slaps my ass, tells me to fuck myself on his cock.
Because I can't get enough, I do. I shove back, eagerly taking him deep into my hole. It feels like he's penetrating every part of me. He pumps his cock in my ass, hard and fast, until I feel the burn. His dick is all-consuming, it possesses me.
He leans over, muscular arms binding me tight, hauls himself into me with all his strength. His powerful body flexes one giant muscle. He works himself in and out of me with feverish force. His cock swells in my ass; my own is dripping with pre-cum.
I stroke myself off, him growling in my ear, and then I come, spurting all over the vinyl seat. He rolls me to my back, stands above me like a hot, muscle bound god, stroking his mammoth cock. He comes, and it rains down on me, hot as sweat.
We smile at each other, knowing that as soon as opportunity permits, we'll be right back here doing it again. And next time, he'll be the one tied to the machine!
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Saturday, May 26, 2012
Mike - A Confession of a Gay Size Queen Sex Story
I'll never ever forget the biggest cock I ever saw. Belonged to Mike, a guy I met in Sacramento a couple of years ago. He worked for a photography firm, we hit it off, we dated for a while. The first time we fooled around, I almost passed out when he pulled that thing out of his jeans.
It was so thick that I could barely wrap my fingers all the way around it, and so long that it was too heavy to stand straight up. When he was sitting, it pointed out, accusingly, like a finger. When he stood, it hung down like a horse's cock, which it truly resembled: flushed dark and purple, the fat head glistening, the surface of it covered with dark and pulsing veins.
In a lot of ways, he converted me to my love of big cocks. Before that, I'd been naturally scared of them. But he was patient and gentle and I learned to take him, and after that everything else seemed like a cinch.
That first date, the first one that ended with his cock out of his pants, anyway, was a learning experience. There's a sharp learning curve with big cocks. I'd never had that much to play with and at first I wasn't sure what to do with it, but he showed me. The best way to get to know a cock is to suck it, so that's what I did, of course.
He settled into a corner of the couch, I lay across it, and I took my time exploring him with my tongue, every vein and wrinkle, every hot ripple of his flesh. He tasted salty and musky, and I could smell his excitement hanging in the air. Taste it, dripping from the end of his cock in clear droplets.
When I finally took that fat head in my mouth, I knew I was an addict. It felt amazing – like everything I was had narrowed to this one point: I had to suck this giant cock, and that was all there was to it. My whole purpose had become giving this awesome thing pleasure. I'm serious. It was so big you felt the urge to make friends with it. Like a python or something.
And it's gratifying, learning to take a big one most of the way down, gratifying feeling your mouth completely filled until you're all but breathing him in. Gratifying finally bringing him off, come running out of the corners of your mouth because there's nowhere in your mouth for it to go.
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It was so thick that I could barely wrap my fingers all the way around it, and so long that it was too heavy to stand straight up. When he was sitting, it pointed out, accusingly, like a finger. When he stood, it hung down like a horse's cock, which it truly resembled: flushed dark and purple, the fat head glistening, the surface of it covered with dark and pulsing veins.
In a lot of ways, he converted me to my love of big cocks. Before that, I'd been naturally scared of them. But he was patient and gentle and I learned to take him, and after that everything else seemed like a cinch.
That first date, the first one that ended with his cock out of his pants, anyway, was a learning experience. There's a sharp learning curve with big cocks. I'd never had that much to play with and at first I wasn't sure what to do with it, but he showed me. The best way to get to know a cock is to suck it, so that's what I did, of course.
He settled into a corner of the couch, I lay across it, and I took my time exploring him with my tongue, every vein and wrinkle, every hot ripple of his flesh. He tasted salty and musky, and I could smell his excitement hanging in the air. Taste it, dripping from the end of his cock in clear droplets.
When I finally took that fat head in my mouth, I knew I was an addict. It felt amazing – like everything I was had narrowed to this one point: I had to suck this giant cock, and that was all there was to it. My whole purpose had become giving this awesome thing pleasure. I'm serious. It was so big you felt the urge to make friends with it. Like a python or something.
And it's gratifying, learning to take a big one most of the way down, gratifying feeling your mouth completely filled until you're all but breathing him in. Gratifying finally bringing him off, come running out of the corners of your mouth because there's nowhere in your mouth for it to go.
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Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Hot Gay Sex Story - Riding Extra Inches
Dan went into the saloon with one thing on his mind. He scanned the crowd and noticed a young man sitting alone at a table. The six foot tall cowboy stepped up to the bar and asked for a shot of whiskey. The bartender placed a clean shot glass in front of him and filled it with a dark liquid from a bottle. He swallowed the shot and placed a double gold eagle on the bar. The bartender gave him the bottle and Dan took it before walking to the table where the young man was sitting.
“Have a drink on me,” he said as he pulled out the chair and sat down on it.
The young man was about to protest but quickly closed his mouth. He picked up the bottle and filled his shot glass with the whiskey. The dark liquid burned as it went down his throat.
“I heard that you were looking for someone with a few extra inches to ride,” Dan said just loud enough for him to hear.
“I am,” the young man said. “My name’s John and I like riding extra inches. I will pay handsomely for your services.”
“Then let’s drink up for I want you relaxed enough to take all of me deep inside you.”
John poured himself another shot of whiskey and swallowed it. He liked the rough looks of the six foot tall cowboy. The young man was almost twenty and stood only five foot nine. The pair finished off the bottle before they went upstairs to John’s room.
The two gay men stripped and climbed on the bed. Dan laid down before the young man wrapped his moist mouth around his knob. His huge cock grew longer and thicker while John sucked him. He had to give him credit for he fondled his hairy balls while he performed fellatio.
John released his foot-long cock and spat all over it. He straddled the six foot tall cowboy and impaled himself on the extra inches. The young man began moaning as he slowly took more of the foot-long cock inside his ass hole. The bed started to squeak as he started riding the extra inches.
Dan grabbed a hold of the young man’s smaller uncut cock and started jerking him off. He was surprised when John took all of his extra inches deep inside his ass hole. The six foot tall cowboy bucked upwards while the young man rode him.
John exploded after several moments and his hot semen shot out of his piss hole. The thick load landed on the six foot tall cowboy’s bearded face. He did not stop riding Dan’s extra inches until he climaxed deep inside his ass hole a few moments later.
The pair collapsed on the bed and enjoyed a good night’s sleep. The young man knew that the hundred dollars on his dresser would be gone along with six foot cowboy and his extra inches.Read More Hot Gay Sex Stories
Hot Gay Sex Story - Greek God
Zeus himself would envy the cock Arpad Miklos was blessed with. Oh, I'm not overlooking the stern, handsome face, the perfectly-sculpted abs, the broad, hairy chest, or those perfect, manly thighs. I'm just saying that his cock looks fashioned by the goddess of love herself for the pleasure of all mankind.
Look how it stands out, straight and hard! A cock like that demands worship, deserves it, and I'd be happy to pay homage to it again and again.
I'd start at his feet, not quite daring to raise my eyes to that enormous thing. I have to work my way up to it. I kiss my way up his shins, his hairy legs, my hand creeping up to squeeze his perfectly-shaped, muscular ass. My other hand steals up his thigh and squeezes his balls, circles his massive cock. I'm not sure how big it is exactly, but I know it's bigger than I think I can swallow. That doesn't mean I won't try.
He stands there with his arms crossed over his massive chest, forearms and biceps bulging. His cock stands out like a piece of statuary, perfect down to every sculpted ridge and vein. I run my tongue over it รข€“ he may look like a work of art but he's human all right. His cock twitches when I run my tongue up under the head, take the tip into my mouth.
With deliberate slowness I take him down, sliding my mouth further and further down the shaft as I caress it with my tongue. He tastes salty, strong. His flesh is warm and firm, the skin smooth and pliant over his iron-hard shaft. I want more, so I take him deeper, and now he puts a hand down to cradle my head, urging me further down on his cock.
I suck him slowly, working back and forth until he fists his hand in my hair, fucks my mouth as he wills, choking me. His cock pulses, the first jet of come floods my mouth and I splutter, then swallow, pulling off him. The rest gushes onto my face, drips to my chest, where he rubs it in with one hand. I lick the come off his fingers, clean it from the tip of his cock.
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Hot Gay Sex Story - Connections
Every once in a while you run across a shoot where you can just see the actors falling in lust with each other. So it is with Latin sex god Miguel Leonn and perennially-popular bad boy Shane Rollins.
You can see from how they embrace that they feel connected already. You can feel it in the way they kiss, arms around each other, muscled torsos pressed tight. Leaning against one another, groping breathlessly, holding hands tightly, desperately.
Shane looks at the camera with a dreamy detachment – he's gorgeous and so cocksure of himself. Miguel smolders, staring almost desperately. They both want this. Miguel's muscles flex and bunch as he lays Shane back on the floor of the warehouse and fucks him deep and hard. You can see how they both forget the camera, forget everything but each other and the pounding rhythm of desperate, sweaty sex.
Shane must have been a cowboy in a former life because he is always at his best riding a cock, and Miguel's uncut monster is no exception – he loves every inch. Shane sits on it, gallops, jerking his own cock until passion overcomes both of them and Miguel rolls over on him, pounding him into a frenzied orgasm.
It's shoots like this that prove there's no pleasure like the pleasure from a big cock, but it's the connection between them that makes it so damn hot. I need a cold shower! Read More Hot Gay Sex Stories
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