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    Preferring To Go Straight

    14 November, 2016 (22:51) | Uncategorized | By: Gay Sex Stories Administrator

    by Kewtieboy (kewtieboy@hotmail.com)

    ***

    Not quite what the title suggests. This is about a
    young gay guy who craves sex with absolutely straight
    men and this story covers four of his encounters. (MM,
    nc, 1st-gay-expr, mast, oral, anal, alcohol)

    ***

    I’m sure any straight guys (and girls for that matter)
    who read this story will be disgusted at me for my
    deception. I am a confused creature as I really like
    straight guys. Now I mean straight guys, not bisexual,
    but really straight. This had led me to a few near
    misses as straight guys have a tendency to fancy women
    not other men.

    I know this sounds odd but they do. I have had to be
    very devious to get my wicked way since I have no urge
    to rape anyone and certainly not the strength to do it
    even if I had the urge. At 25, blonde haired and
    slightly built with a slim figure, I am not built for
    taking on the kind of guy that sexually appeals to me.

    I haven’t been all that successful but the few
    successes have been pure heaven so I thought some
    people out there might be interested in them.

    1. When United won the cup:

    I can’t stand soccer but I love football fans. Groups
    of guys in heat over a subject as all consuming as
    football, drinking into the small hours while getting
    themselves excited over anything in a skirt, appeals to
    me. The trouble is, I may not be very effeminate, but I
    don’t some across as a full blooded heterosexual
    football thug. Hanging around in the bars they do,
    makes me stand out. However I broke my own guidelines
    one day after the FA cup final.

    It was around 8.30pm on a Saturday night and the pubs
    were really busy. I was heading home for an early night
    having had a late lunch with enough wine to lower my
    guard. Walking towards me was a group of six guys, all
    wearing football tops and jeans. They would be in their
    late teens to early twenties and they were very drunk.

    Three were particularly attractive and one really stood
    out. He was lean, short cropped hair which was a
    bristle coating of redness as the short fuzz was
    growing back in. He was weaving and laughing and as he
    drew next to me he smiled, wandered across and shouted
    at the top of his voice, the news I knew guessed from
    their exuberance, that “United had won the cup.”

    I smiled back and mumbled something like, “Yeh, great
    news,” to which he held both sides of my face, kissed
    me on both cheeks and then the lips and wandered back
    to his laughing mates.

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

    I turned, as I tasted the trace of saliva left on my
    lips and the slight beery flavour, thought for about
    two seconds and then followed. They didn’t see me but
    within about 3 or 4 minutes, they had entered a pub and
    I followed. The pub was really busy and all the talk
    was football. The atmosphere wasn’t threatening in any
    way, more of a childish excitement. I bought a beer and
    stood watching the guys I had followed. They were
    drinking at a rate that left me agog. When my “target”
    went to the toilet, I followed and stood alongside him.
    He held himself upright by pressing his head against
    the wall while using both hands to hold his cock as he
    squirted into the urinal. His cock was normal size, and
    uncut but was enough to make my own cock rise and I had
    to cover it quickly lest he see.

    He did look up and along at me and nodded a bleary
    “Hiya.” Then he looked again and said, “It’s you again,
    who are you with?”

    I told him I had just popped in for a celebratory drink
    and he insisted I join his little group. By the time he
    dragged me back out, his group had diminished to three.
    The other three had spotted some girls across the bar
    and were pestering them with offers of drink which
    seemed to appeal to them.

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

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

    Mike and Sam were as interested in my company as a
    visit from an old aunt and they quickly went back to
    monitoring their friend’s success (or lack of it) with
    the female fans across the bar. Only Josh showed a real
    warmth and friendliness as he asked me about my
    favourite players and what part of the game had
    impressed me most. Thankfully, he answered most of his
    own questions so didn’t notice that I had absolutely no
    knowledge of football at all. I could have listed all
    Lisa Minelli’s hits if he had asked but somehow I
    didn’t think he would be interested.

    His friends, by now, had become involved in a heated
    discussion about the rights and wrongs of the match
    which gave me time to look at my little beauty
    unhindered. He stood about 5 feet 8 inches high, he had
    delicious red to sandy hair which was trimmed short to
    be almost stubble. He was slim but had a well defined
    body and he stood with his football top and faded
    jeans. His face had a few freckles around the nose,
    just spreading on to his cheeks and his bum was
    delightfully well shaped, like two little buns. He
    looked to be around 19.

    “…and I’ll need to go soon anyway as I’m running
    short of cash and I am kind of pissed.”

    I drifted back into the conversation. Josh was speaking
    to me and I had been so involved in sizing him up I had
    only caught this tail end.

    “I have some beers and cider back at the flat, but not
    enough for six people,” I heard myself say.

    “Who gives a fuck about them,” he said laughing. “Let’s
    piss off while they’re busy as I’m always up for a free
    drink.”

    We were out of the pub and heading down the street
    before I had time to think. I wasn’t really sure what I
    was doing or even letting myself in for. I suppose I
    just hoped that at some point he would look into my
    eyes, say how pretty I was and fuck the arse off me but
    I had a feeling that this lad was just plain friendly.

    He was weaving considerably on the way to the flat. I
    made a point of taking a roundabout route and more than
    once he said he hadn’t the faintest idea where he was.
    We got up to my little ex-council flat and he burst
    through the front door asking for the toilet. When he
    returned, he slumped on the couch and I put on the
    television to let him see the football highlights. He
    said he would love a cider so I opened two. The cider
    was downed as if it was a soft drink and he asked how
    many I had. I told him there was a six pack and he
    seemed happy to help himself to another. His talking
    was becoming more slurred and he slumped even more on
    the couch.

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

    He giggled and his eyes drooped. Suddenly he raised his
    empty glass and said, “Better be hung for a sheep than
    a lamb, eh.”

    I gave him his fourth, well aware that cider is very
    potent when mixed and also more powerful than the taste
    would suggest. It took him almost twenty minutes of
    sipping, talking drivel, dozing and slouching before he
    eventually started to breath heavily as though asleep.
    I sat and watched him. His jeans had ridden up into his
    crutch and his package was beautifully presented.

    “Dare I do anything with him while he was
    incapacitated,” my brain was ticking loudly and my
    heart was thumping painfully against my ribcage. One
    hour onwards and his arms were slouched over the arm of
    the couch and he was really low in the seat.

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

    No response. I pulled his body until his bottom dropped
    on to the floor with his back against the seat. I
    pulled down a cushion and he slumped flat out on the
    floor, his head resting back on it. I shook him but had
    no response except for rhythmic breathing. I rested my
    hand on the front of his jeans, my own cock rising
    quickly. His soft bulge felt so good. I squeezed it and
    could just make out the shape of his cock. I unbuckled
    his belt while mumbling to him about “making him
    comfortable” though whether he would believe any of it
    if he woke up, I had no idea.

    Soon his belt was open, his flies were down and his
    grey, tight boxers were in front of me with the soft
    bulge of his cock and balls clearly visible. I started
    to pull his jeans down. He was a dead weight but
    suddenly he lifted his bum off the floor and they slid
    down effortlessly. He was still asleep, so I had no
    idea what he thought was going on in his fuddled head.
    I now had him with his jeans below his knees and his
    shorts in front of me. I unzipped my jeans and eased my
    hard cock out, stroking as I felt his bulge. I leaned
    forward and gently kissed his lips. My cock was leaking
    pre-cum quite copiously, so I tool some on my finger
    and traced the residue along his lips. He
    automatically, licked them. That really excited me.

    I started to pull down his shorts until they joined his
    jeans at his knees and his balls lay before me, loose
    and hanging between his legs. His beautiful cock was
    uncut and pale with a red rose of foreskin at the top.
    The skin slid back and forth easily revealing a moist
    glans beneath. His pubic hair was a delightful bright
    orange red and they covered his balls too. I slid down
    and enveloped the soft cock with my mouth. The faint
    taste of his urine only excited me more and I rolled
    the soft flesh back and forth in my warm mouth. I
    alternated between sucking and gently stroking the
    foreskin with my thumb and forefinger when he exhaled
    suddenly in a large sigh.

    I stopped but he continued back into his sleep. His
    cock now had some blood in it and I could feel a slow
    swelling. Considering that getting to this point had
    taken over 20 minutes, the final stretch to full
    erection took under 4 minutes. I had a very stiff cock
    in my mouth which looked to be just over 6 inches in
    length and a little thicker than I would have expected.
    His breathing was slightly heavier but still steady, as
    though he was enjoying his “dream.” The erection gained
    in strength until his cock was rock hard and sticking
    upwards towards his navel. I needed his cock in me. I
    knew it was dangerous but I really needed this straight
    boy’s cock inside my hole.

    I left him to snooze and went through to the bathroom
    was wash quickly. I stripped off my jeans and briefs
    and wrapped a towel around myself, picking up a tube of
    lubricant and a condom on my way back. He hadn’t moved,
    though his cock was down to a semi erect state. I moved
    back to sucking him and it rose much more quickly this
    time. I slid the condom over the head and his cock
    responded very favourably with the restriction of the
    latex over his cock.

    He had fucked before, probably some tart. I squirted
    the lubricant on my hole and fingered myself well. My
    own 6.5 inches was as stiff as a rod of iron. I lubed
    his cock and pulled my towel off, straddling his prone
    body. I slowly lowered by bottom down while holding his
    stiff cock in my left hand to guide it home. I knew I
    had to be slow and careful as he entered in case the
    stress on his cock head woke him.

    That initial stretch as his wonderful heterosexual cock
    pushed past my sphincter, and eased its way into my
    anal passage was wonderful. I slowly lowered myself. It
    was actually quite painful as I had not taken the time
    to stretch myself but I didn’t care, I wanted to feel
    him in me. Soon his entire length was inside me and I
    started to raise myself up and down in the sitting
    position, my own cock being stroked in my right hand.

    I leaned forward and kissed him again. I straddled him
    for over thirty minutes until my legs ached and I knew
    I had to get relief before I exploded. I reluctantly
    slipped my bottom off and returned to his side. His
    cock was still a stiff as hell. He hadn’t lost any of
    his erection. I pulled off the condom and decided to
    try to wank him before actually cumming myself.

    His cock responded well to my thumb and forefinger but
    I had no idea if a sleeping man could cum, and if he
    could, whether he would waken with the orgasm. I had
    decided not to try, just in case and was pondering this
    when a powerful jet of cum shot out of his cock without
    any pre-warning. The jet arched way above his head and
    landed on my carpet, and the second, with less force,
    landed on his chest. His breathing changed but he
    didn’t waken.

    I licked the cum off his chest as I stroked my cock. My
    own orgasm was severe enough to bring flashing lights
    to my eyes. It shot on his chest with the third squirt
    actually hitting his chin and lips. He licked the
    droplets before turning sideways and groaning.

    The effect of having cum brought a wave of panic and
    guilt and the mopping up and subsequent redressing of
    him took much longer than I would have liked. I really
    didn’t want him staying so I checked his wallet and
    found where he stayed along with a photograph of an
    attractive young girl and a baby. Now I really DID feel
    guilty! I managed to waken him enough to get him on his
    feet, downstairs and to hail a taxi. I gave the driver
    the address and enough money for the fare and tip and
    waved him off.

    It’s funny how the gentle burning sensation in my hole
    and the memory of the evening quickly faded the guilt
    and my cock quickly grew again, waiting for a more
    leisurely release.

    2. The unwitting cross-dresser:

    I told you at the beginning of this piece that I was a
    guy and very much a guy. At 22, I was slightly “soft”
    looking in demeanour but I wasn’t effeminate. I suppose
    if a girl took me home to mum and dad, they would suss
    me out in about 10 minutes but I wasn’t a raging fairy.
    Now you have that, I can continue with my second
    adventure.

    The fancy dress party was hosted by the firm of
    accountants I worked for. It was a pre-Christmas bash,
    held in November because they were accountants and it
    was cheaper. There was no theme but having just seen
    Johnny Depp in “Pirates of the Caribbean part something
    or another” and having fallen hopelessly in love with
    him, I decided to be a pirate. I donned a felt hat, put
    a buckle in it, and borrowed a frilly shirt from a gay
    friend much older than I was, who still remembered
    wearing it when Adam and the Ants were popular.

    My pants were borrowed from a slightly plump female
    friend who had some baggy black trousers and also
    offered a short jacket that with some red stripes on
    it. Some shiny buckles on a pair of black trainers and
    I almost looked the part. I finished off with some pale
    make up, eye shadow (to look like Johnny) and a small,
    stick-on moustache. My sword was a plastic dagger in a
    belt sheath and that was it!!

    The party was great fun as all parties with a free bar
    tend to be and the condition of both me and my costume
    deteriorated as the evening progressed. Sometime
    through the evening, my moustache disappeared, my hat
    went awol, and my dagger ended up in some trifle. It
    was a very tiddly, poor imitation of Mr Depp, who
    finally called it a day and headed home sometime after
    midnight. I was a little too embarrassed to go to the
    taxi rank and needed to clear my head so decided on
    walking the two miles or so home. The final mile or so,
    took me around the perimeter of a school playing field
    and my journey had been quite uneventful.

    “Hi there gorgeous,” said the voice.

    I turned to face a well built and quite attractive 35
    year old, in much the same state alcoholically as I
    was. He was in a pair of tight jeans, and a white short
    sleeved shirt. He must have been cold on such a cool
    evening. I wasn’t sure if he was taking the piss or
    trying to pick me up.

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

    “Boyfriend left you, then?” he said.

    I looked at him quizzically then realised that in my
    current state, without all the trappings to make me a
    pirate, I could be a girl. I had girl’s baggy trousers
    which looked like a skirt, a girl’s jacket, buckled
    shoes, curly hair and make-up. I wasn’t sure I was a
    particularly attractive “girl” but then he was drunk. I
    perked up!

    “Yes, he wasn’t up for fun tonight, the bastard,” I
    said, trying to raise the timber of my voice.

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

    This looked interesting!

    “Want to take a little walk in here,” he said pointing
    to a slit in the fencing heading into the bushes on the
    sports ground perimeter.

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

    “Darling, if I can get my rocks off, I’ll be just as
    gentle as you want,” he said.

    This guy was well built, good looking and straight.
    Just my type, but I would have to be careful.

    He was certainly quite drunk but drunk guys can get
    pretty angry if they think someone’s taking the piss,
    especially when they’re randy.

    “Suck me sweetheart,” he said.

    I pushed him against a tree and dropped to my knees,
    unzipping his tight jeans with one expert movement. I
    unclipped them and unbuckled the belt. I wanted to make
    sure he couldn’t run. I pulled his jeans and briefs
    down in one sharp tug and a thick semi hard cock
    flapped in my face. His dark hair covered his balls and
    he was uncut. The street lights gave me just enough
    light to enjoy the view. My mouth quickly enveloped his
    cock. It didn’t suddenly spring to full erection, in
    fact it took some sucking even to get it half hard
    though his groans would have suggested differently. It
    was a lovely cock, but then straight ones always are!

    I licked his balls and then returned to his cock. He
    really started to grow now. This wasn’t a big cock in
    length but it was nice and slim. I pulled back the skin
    and licked around the head. He was groaning, his hands
    running through my hair, telling me what a horny bitch
    I was. He pushed his hand down the front of my frilly
    blouse and gripped my nipples. The way I was leaning at
    least there was a little to grip. The lack of breast
    didn’t seem to bother him, in fact he took that to be a
    sign that I was even younger than he thought and his
    cock jumped as he told me so. I was really worried he
    would try to finger me before I could suck him off.

    Suddenly he lifted me under the arms and as I rose up
    he whispered, “Let me fuck you.”

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

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

    “One hole’s as good as any,” he retorted and I lowered
    my elasticated trousers, ensuring he didn’t see my
    Calvin Klein boxers.

    I quickly turned my cheeks to him, holding the pants up
    at the front. He was too far gone to care, but he spat
    on his fingers and worked them roughly into my hole. I
    fumbled in my pocket for my ever ready condom.

    “Put this on,” I whispered, hoping that was little
    lubrication was on it might help his entry.

    I had to rip the wrapper for him and he stretched it
    over his stiff cock. I bent over against a tree and
    raised my hole as I felt his head urgently press
    against my arse.

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

    I spat on my hand and rubbed the head, holding his cock
    and steering it into me. That made it slightly easier
    and the head managed past my entrance. He was keen to
    get fucking but I was keen to keep my arse intact. He
    was thrusting like an impatient terrier, all the time
    whispering randy endearments to this young “girl” he
    thought he was getting cock up her arse for the first
    time. His hand wandered around to finger my vagina but
    I managed to grip and hold it as though trying to press
    against the pain of entry. He was kissing my neck and
    holding my shoulder with his left hand as his cock
    finally made it about 75% of the way in. He started to
    fuck.

    Once he got going, he was like a wild animal. He kept
    calling me “his teenage slut,” which at least made a 22
    year old feel good. His movement became more erratic as
    he seemed to reach climax until with one massive
    thrust, his entire cock slipped inside me and he
    emptied his balls. In typical macho style, he pulled
    his cock out, ripped of the condom, pulled up his pants
    as he started walking and mumbled a quick thank you as
    he left me, bent over, arse in the air, against a tree
    in the woods.

    I bent down, dropped my pants fully, picked up his
    condom and emptied its contents over my hard cock
    before using his cum to lubricate a wonderful solo
    wank. My spunk shot about 5 feet across the ground as
    my knees buckled. I giggled as the thought “5 points
    for eroticism and 1 point for technique.”

    3. “My wife doesn’t understand me.”

    You have seen the drunk and incapable guy having sex
    without knowing, the even more inebriated guy who
    thinks he’s just shagged a girl but by far the most
    common, is the plain horny, straight guy who is not
    getting any and seeks any opportunity to get sex.
    Alcohol has the advantage of allowing guys to dip into
    their innermost mind and find thoughts that were just
    there for when they wanted to be really dirty, then and
    drag them to the forefront where suddenly they seem
    quite logical. Sometimes though, frustration can be as
    powerful an aphrodisiac as alcohol.

    Early Sunday morning or late Saturday night, I waited
    then gave up waiting for a taxi home after a fun, but
    fruitless night at a local, well know gay watering
    hole. Just as I was walking away from the rank, a cab
    pulled up and the driver said, “You’re my last fare so
    where are you heading?”

    I gave him my address and sat back.

    “Were you in the Atlantis?” he asked, referring to the
    gay bar and club I had just left.

    “Yes,” I replied.

    “Busy?” he asked.

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

    “I suppose you guys must get horny when you can’t get
    sex too,” he said and continued, “But you should try
    being dumped by your wife and left with a teenage son
    and daughter who take over your house, reject anyone
    you bring back and generally decide you’re going to
    become a monk.”

    I looked at his back and side as he spoke. He was of
    Caribbean decent and seemed to be around 37 or so. His
    was well built, probably over 6 feet and has amazingly
    white teeth. He wore a white t-shirt and jeans and has
    a single gold earring.

    “Haven’t had so much as a fuck in 6 months and that was
    interrupted by my daughter who told me how disgusting
    it was for people my age to be doing such things. The
    bird was a slag anyway but at least I got to cum in her
    before it came to an abrupt end,” he continued.

    I found his conversation quite arousing.

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

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

    “What, harder to find…” he tailed off and then
    laughed, to continue with, “Oh sorry, I see what you
    mean, you like it up the back!”

    He wasn’t stopping and I was curious as to where this
    was going. I only had another five minutes or so to see
    if he was chatting me up.

    “Never been into bums, meself, or blokes for that
    matter, but I suppose they must be powerfully tight
    compared to cunt,” he said.

    “Oh they are,” I said. “Guys like me can take a cock in
    them easier than woman can take it up the front and the
    added bonus is tightness. It’s like a velvet glove.”

    I was getting horny. I was squeaky clean and had
    slipped one of these lubricating capsules in when in
    the bar toilets as I thought some guy was going to give
    me one but he went off and shagged an 18 year old in
    the cubicle leaving me hot, randy and moist.

    “Listen man,” he said, “we had better change the
    subject ‘cos I’m like a loaded gun here and you might
    convert me.”

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

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

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

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

    Once inside and he had a cool beer in his hand he
    started to tell me how his wife had been having every
    guy in town and when he confronted her, she left taking
    most of his bank account and leaving the kids. Having
    the kids around had seriously restricted his sex life
    as they were always around or entertaining their
    friends. He hadn’t had sex for six months. I told him I
    couldn’t last six days without it and we laughed.

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

    I said “It’s just the same as with a woman only we
    don’t have a cunt and our tits are smaller but we have
    a bit of extra meat to compensate.”

    He laughed awkwardly, his white teeth glistening in the
    light. The air was hung with anticipation. I could see
    he wanted to experiment but was scared. I didn’t want
    to make a move in case it scared him but I also felt
    sure he wanted me to so that he would have to make a
    decision one way or the other. His cock didn’t look
    hard though it was clearly visible lying down his leg
    in his thin cotton trousers.

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

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

    “Well you seemed curious to know how guys could take it
    up their arses and I thought you might like to see
    one,” I said.

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

    I tried to pull my pants down and off, as sexily as I
    could. His eyes were fixed on me. I stood in my short
    sleeved shirt and white briefs. I quickly pulled off my
    socks. He watched and I saw his heel of his hand
    discretely nudge against a bulge in the front of his
    trousers. At that moment I realised it was going to
    happen. I slipped off my briefs and stood facing him,
    my erect cock sticking out from the front of my shirt.

    “Nice,” he said.

    I didn’t think straight guys would look at another
    guy’s cock and say “nice.”

    Soon I was naked and standing in front of him by cock
    sticking straight out. He pulled me towards him and
    turned me around. His hands slid up my front and to my
    two little nipples which he tweaked and stroked. I
    thought, “Old habits die hard.”

    His hand eventually slid down and back to my buttocks
    which he gently spread revealing my hole. He asked why
    it was wet and I had to explain it was lubrication. His
    finger slid inside me and gently pushed inside. He
    gasped as it entered so easily. I heard his zipper
    slide down. He sat on a low chair and I was standing in
    front of him, bending over, my hands on my knees to
    give his access to my bum hole.

    “Let me suck you,” I said,

    His finger slipped out and he pulled me around. He was
    sitting, still dressed, but his trouser front was open
    and a large cock stuck out of the top of some shorts. I
    knelt in front of him and eased his cock and balls out
    until his balls were exposed with the waist band of his
    shorts under them. I eased them down. He would only let
    me pull them so far, to his hips, but that was enough.

    The cock in front of me was a man’s cock. By that I
    mean his balls were big, his cock was long and quite
    thick. He had been neatly circumcised and the head was
    larger than the cock size would suggest. It was a large
    brown mushroom. He had dark hair covering his balls and
    spreading up and around the base of his cock. I figured
    he had just under eight inches long, way bigger than
    mine. I enveloped it and he gasped as my warm mouth
    covered the head and then pushed down to almost take
    the whole length.

    My mouth eased up and down, a gentle suction on each
    upwards stroke and the cock length firmly gripped in my
    hand with the other stroking his balls and a finger
    teasing under them as though trying to finger his arse.

    “Oh my God, that is unbelievable. That cow never gave
    head and no one, but no one, has ever sucked me like
    that,” he groaned.

    I managed to pull his trousers and shorts lower and
    really went to town. My own, unattended cock was stiff
    as hell and sticking upright between my kneeling legs.

    “Stop for fucks sake, I want to cum in your arse, not
    your mouth,” he yelled, pulling his cock quickly out
    with a loud “plop.”

    He stood up and I knelt on the floor with him behind
    me. I gave him a condom as there was no way I was going
    to be barebacked. I heard the wrapper rip open and the
    stretch of the latex over his cock and just waited. The
    head seemed enormous as it teased the entrance to my
    hole. He pushed. It sunk inside really easily and
    without any pain. As he started to stretch me, each
    plunge went just a little further into me. I felt his
    hand tentatively stretch around and very softly grip my
    cock. He stroked it very gently up and down as his cock
    started to really pick up speed inside my arse.

    “This is so fucking wonderful,” he said, “and to think
    I have been wasting my cum up some slut’s cunt all
    these years.”

    His dirty talk had me close to cumming. His wanking
    technique was not the best but what little movement he
    was doing was sufficient to bring me to the brink. I
    begged him to cum in me and he took both his hands to
    my hips. I quickly replaced his hand on my cock with my
    own, to try to coincide our orgasms.

    “Oh shit, I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming up a queer’s
    arse!” he shouted.

    He wasn’t the only one. My semen felt like boiling
    water churning from my balls, the full length of my
    cock and then exploding almost painfully out of the
    slit in the top to spray across my leather chair like
    some water cannon. His cock was a full eight inches
    embedded inside me and had stopped moving as I felt the
    veins on the side of it pumping as his cum fired into
    me filling the rubber wrapped around it. When he pulled
    out, the quantity in the rubber teat on the end was
    more than I had ever seen in a condom from one orgasm.

    He stumbled to his feet, with his trousers wrapped
    around his ankles and surprised me by lifting me under
    the arms, to my feet, turning me and kissing me fully
    on the lips. His tongue entered my mouth and his lips
    covered mine. His hand went behind my head and he
    forced my mouth on to his.

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

    You bet,” I said.

    He did too and we had a frenetic three month love
    affair, meeting every week until one of his children
    saw us together one night and started to ask him some
    questions. It scared the living daylights out of him
    and I was dumped with one quick telephone call. C’est
    lá vie!

    4. Chance encounter:

    This initial story of a straight guy is a short and a
    quick one. It was a Saturday afternoon and I had been
    buying some new clothes. At the back of the city
    shopping centre was a park and, when the centre was
    built, the park toilets had been left, even though
    there were a number of shiny new ones in the shopping
    mall nearby.

    I liked the old 1960’s block as there was often a guy
    or two hanging about for a quick fumble. On this day,
    my luck was out and after waiting at the urinals for
    around fifteen minutes, I hauled myself into one of the
    three cubicles and dropped my pants for a quick wank.
    The door locks were long gone but a closed door usually
    meant someone was inside so I concentrated on working
    myself up to a nice orgasm.

    I heard voices and hesitated but hearing a man and a
    child’s voice, I realised it was a father bringing his
    child in for a piss or more, so I continued, images of
    the assistant who had just sold me my new shirt
    swimming in my head. I was shocked to open my eyes and
    see a man of around 35 and a toddler, both standing at
    the door looking at me in horror. He had pushed the
    door, obviously wanting the young lad to pee in a
    toilet bowl, which was set lower than the adult size
    urinals in the main toilet.

    I quickly closed the door. Listening, I heard the man
    take his child next door to the sound of “What was that
    man doing daddy?”

    Thankfully toddlers piss quickly so the retreating
    steps left me relieved. I wasn’t sure who was more
    shocked, me, the kid or the kid’s father! I looked at
    my dwindling erection and decided that as I couldn’t
    leave too soon after them I might as well continue. I
    started to stroke and my cock began to return to
    original impressive erection.

    Suddenly the door to the cubicle opened and there stood
    the father. I started to apologise, but he pushed in
    with me and closed the door behind him. His hand
    gripped my cock and his lips pressed against my lips.
    Now this wasn’t some ugly old man, this was the sort of
    hunk that you see in commercials for men’s toiletries.
    He was beautifully built, around 5 feet 8 inches tall,
    Levis, white t-shirt, leather jacket and a lovely well
    trimmed stubble.

    His tongue was in my mouth and he was behaving like a
    starving animal. His breathing was heavy and he was
    chewing my earlobes as his large hands gripped my cock,
    almost painfully. At one stage he dropped to his knees
    and I thought he was going to suck me but instead he
    looked at it and whispered, “Beautiful,” before kissing
    the sides and then the tip.

    As he again stood up, he unclipped his jeans and they
    dropped. I regained control and pushed him against the
    back of the door, He stood with tight jersey boxers
    shorts, an erection plainly visible. I pulled them down
    and there it was! His cock was short, around 5 to 6
    inches it stuck out and upwards from a mass of dark
    brown pubic hair which trailed up to his chest. His
    balls were tight to his body and of normal size but the
    real feature was the thickness.

    I was struggling to form an “O” around it with my thumb
    and middle finger. This was one bulky cock and I really
    would have loved him to fuck me. I pushed his shirt up
    and chewed his tits and he gasped. I then dropped and
    opened my mouth to envelop this thick piece of manhood.
    He was really gasping now and I pulled back his
    slippery foreskin and revealed the head beneath.
    Sucking, I took as much as I could in my mouth before
    sliding back up and down again.

    All I heard was an “Ohh!!” before the warm splash hit
    the back of my throat and I had to start swallowing for
    my life. The torrent of cum seemed never ending but I
    managed not to lose one drop. My own cock was in my
    hand and I shot off all over his black shoes.

    “Tristan’s getting bored Daddy, are you going to be
    long?” came a girl’s voice from the toilet entrance.

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

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

    He smiled as he wiped the cum off his shoes.

    “If you want to do more, I’ll be here next week at the
    same time and we could go to my place,” I said
    hopefully.

    He just smiled as he hurriedly dressed and opened the
    cubicle to leave with a quiet, “Thanks.”

    I heard him walk, then stop. He returned and pushed the
    door gently and whispered, “Here same time tomorrow,”
    before walking out saying loudly, “I’m coming Karen.”

    I was shaking with residual fear from the initial
    encounter and excitement from speed and intensity of
    the session. I shakily left and thought about his thick
    cock all the way home.

    I was squeaky clean and excited as I walked through the
    park the next afternoon then immediately horrified to
    find the toilet closed. It was a drizzling Sunday
    afternoon and there was little shelter. I huddled under
    a tree as the only person in the park, and waited!

    The appointed meet was at 3.30pm but he wasn’t there. I
    was getting pretty damp and very miserable by 4.00pm
    and decided I had been dumped, or more likely his home
    arrangements had prevented him from getting out. As I
    left through the park gates a taxi drew up and I
    spotted him leaping from the door to shout. He hadn’t
    paid the driver as we stood and he told me he had very
    little time so I bundled him back into the cab and gave
    my home address.

    “Ryan,” I said, holding out my hand.

    “Damon,” he responded as he shook, his wedding ring
    seeming to glint even on this dull day.

    I quietly thought, “You don’t get much straighter than
    this guy.”

    It took but a few moments to get to my flat and we were
    inside as fast as I could drag him. He had already told
    me he had around one hour.

    He told me he had been happily married for nine years
    and though he had sometimes looked at effeminate guys
    on television or in the street and wondered just what
    it would be like to do it, he had never acted on the
    impulse. The sight of my raging cock had been the
    catalyst and now he wanted more of me. The feeling was
    definitely mutual. I wanted this guy naked and was
    stripping him as we spoke. I made him stand while I
    drank in the view. He was Brad Pitt/Tom Cruise and any
    other good looking stud you could put into the mix. I
    stripped too and stood facing him, my slightly taller,
    paler, hairless skin and fair hair being in complete
    contrast to him.

    He was on me again. His lips found mine and he started
    to kiss, the way men always do with women. His mouth
    covered mine completely and his tongue had a mind of
    its own. When it wasn’t trying to find my tonsils, it
    would slip out, lick my cheeks, lick my ears and then
    drop down to kiss my nipples. He had no fear of
    handling my cock, in fact I think he found this
    additional piece of equipment a great novelty as he
    handled and wanked all the time he kissed me. His own
    cock was a solid, heavy, thick piece of flesh pressing
    against my thigh and in that moment, I was so pleased
    that I was going to get to share it with his wife.

    He dropped again to do what he had done the previous
    day, kiss the sides and the tip. I gently pushed as he
    did so and the head slipped in. He jolted back, looked
    up at me and then, as though making a split second
    decision, wrapped his mouth around it and started
    sucking like a hungry baby. He wasn’t a born sucker but
    realising this was his first cock, I didn’t give a
    shit! He started to lick again and was all over my
    balls, even licking my pubic hair. I sat on the edge of
    the bed with my legs open and him between them and he
    started a journey that I hoped would end at my arse.

    His tongue traced between my legs so I opened further
    and lifted myself up slightly. He waited, tentatively
    and then started to lick around my rosebud before
    eventually sticking his tongue all the way inside. My
    cock was so hard it was throbbing to the beat of my
    heart. This guy was all man. He was doing what he
    probably did normally and took control, and I loved it.
    He was feeding on a newly found lust and using my body
    and it was really fabulous.

    “Would you fuck me?” I asked.

    “What do I do?” he said innocently.

    I stood up and squirted some lubricant on my hands,
    easing it between my cheeks. I lubricated well and then
    asked him to take over. I was bent over on all fours at
    the end of the bed and he was lubricating my arse. He
    took over 15 minutes before he asked what to do next. I
    handed him a condom. It took a few moments to stretch
    it properly over the width of his cock. He lubed his
    cock and took up position at my back. I love being
    fucked doggy fashion. I always feel that with the doggy
    position, you know you are being fucked in the arse.

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

    He was very gentle which was as well as my hole was
    having real trouble extending to accommodate this flesh
    coloured cucumber. There was no way it was not going in
    though and his patience was rewarded when he finally
    said, “I’m there!”

    He started a slow and stead fucking. One hand was on my
    hips while the other reached around and gripped my
    cock.

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

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

    He laughed and started to really fuck me. Doggy fashion
    went by the board as he pulled me on my side and then
    lifted a leg over his shoulder. I had a feeling this
    was a “fucking the wife” position but said nothing as
    he really seemed to like it.

    The fucking speed was faster than I was used to and my
    hand drifted around to feel his thick tube of meat
    slide in and out of me. His little grunts of effort
    each time he hammered home, really go me going and it
    was great to have my cock handled as he did it.

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

    “Then cum on my face,” I said.

    “Your face?” he said incredulously.

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

    “Yes my face,” I cried.

    He hammered my arse, his grunts becoming faster and
    faster then he pulled out and whipped off the condom. I
    scooted under him so that he was astride my chest and I
    gripped my own cock.

    “Oh my God!” he howled.

    I saw the wonderful white jet leave his cock split and
    arc towards me. I closed my eyes in part but kept them
    half open. There is nothing more wonderful than seeing
    warm, wet, fresh, and heterosexual cum heading in the
    direction of your own face. I opened my mouth too and
    waited to receive my gift and was not disappointed. It
    splatted, it splashed and it sprayed over my face, neck
    and thankfully, mouth.

    “I’m cumming too!!” I shouted.

    “On my face then,” he said and we quickly reversed
    positions. He just made it as I returned the compliment
    and basted him in cum. He too, took some in his mouth
    and the slight gagging suggested he wasn’t at all sure
    whether he liked it or not. As I slumped, he sat up and
    kissed me again, our sloppy faces and mouths mingling
    with the sperm coating both of us.

    “Awesome,” he said, “really awesome.”

    We met regularly after that. I was determined to keep
    the arrangement as fun and sex only and at no time
    allowed it to interfere with his home life. He told me
    that his sex life with his wife had taken on new
    meaning and far from our relationship jeopardising it,
    he felt it enhanced it. That suited me as I had no wish
    for baggage.

    That’s about it. It does prove that there are gay men,
    bisexual men and straight men but also somewhere out
    there, are straight but curious men and that is my
    target.

    Wish me luck!

    kewtieboy@hotmail.com

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