************** Str8 Guys ***************

[Godiva]

Hey NCM...I was away on a business trip..Your story was hott by the way. But by the way the posts here are going it does'nt seem that we are flipping many St8 guys. Well I am working on one right now. the comming weeks will be a challenge. It involves 5 married guys and me on a camping trip (they don't know). Friends from college..2 per tent..alcohol blah blah...Oh and by the way I have wanted this guy for 8yrs. We will see how it ends. :*

[Guest Blink]

Should this be called as Straight Guys and Sluts?

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[Guest ncm2169]

Godiva, there you are! I was beginning to think you started this thread just to sit back and be a voyeur.}> If by "flipping" str8 bois you mean anal, I warned all readers up front that none of my experiences went there. Indeed, IMHO, I'd argue that if a guy does "go there", he ain't str8 in the first place. The same goes for kissing (on the mouth), cuddling or any other similar expressions of affection. When I talk about sex with str8 guys, I mean str8 guys who are either (a) so horny that they'll let you do something they normally wouldn't imagine doing in a million years, just so they can blow their load :9 (b) sufficiently sexually uninhibited that they are willing to explore UP TO A POINT , or © drunker than shit. :+

 

Camping, huh? Tents, huh? Lemme guess. The old, "Oh jeez, my sleeping bag got wet somehow. Spose we can share yours?"

 

I can't wait for the details. :7

[Guest RickSchwarz]

NCM,

 

In the meanwhile, while Godive is getting back, how about your next chapter - From hands to mouths ?

 

-Rick

[Godiva]

Hey Blink...

That pic was nice.. Got anymore...

 

 

Rick..that was one hott story that many of us dream about..Was this a real Uncle or a friend of the family. What do you guys do now when you see each other?? Any chance of revisiting that special moment:*

[Will]

While we're waiting, Rick, why don't you continue? Reading these threads is like following a gay soap opera -- not cleaned up for TV. I am breathless with anticipation. Actually, I have a few of my own and when I have time I'll try to write them down.

[Guest mplsmn]

Jeez this thread brings up a lot of great memories. As I look back to my high school days, I really had a lot of access to eye-candy jocks. I was the trainer for the school's male sports teams....even had a training room (massage table and personal size whirlpool tub, etc)-- the room had windows into the main locker room where the jock-studs stripped down for their showers after practice, etc. BUT..to the topic of this thread, several of the jocks would get raging hard-ons when I was massaging their legs, etc (I had to wear very loose, baggy pants to try to allow for my own constant arousal). Some of the guys seemed to like it when I would "accidentally" bump or rub against their erections. I remember two who would come over to my house on weekends for a private massage and mutual hand-jobs. BUT the one I will always remember most was the starting half back of the football team who would always get a throbbing hard-on in the whirlpool and then ask me to follow him into the rear storage room and jack him off. As luck would have it, we both went on to the same college where he continued his football career. Altho I was no longer a trainer there, he kept coming by my dorm room the 4 years of college under the auspices of studying for an exam or something (we had some of the same classes) and it always ended up that I gave him a massage and we gave each other a hand job. He claimed to be straight, of course, and is married and has 3 kids. He had the body of a Greek god. Wouldn't mind spending some time again with him.

[Guest RickSchwarz]

Will and Godiva,

 

I have been a lurker here, on and off, for nearly the past few years. I have read with interest and admiration your posts along with that of some others. It feels like an honour to be personally addressed by you.

 

My uncle (he was my father's first cousin, so actually related) is probably in his early fifties. We've obviously lost touch.

 

My cousin, I still keep in touch. We are very close and look out for each other. I think there is some sexual energy there and genuine love and affection. But since he is married, I am afraid to go there.

 

BTW, he is not the only cousin I had fun with. I was thinking with only my dick and I was lucky that I got away with what I did without causing a scandal in the family. These affairs were the only outlet for my lust for every man I saw (or so it seemed) in my very cloistered boyhood. All those cousins, save one, are all married now with children. I shall be glad to write about those later.

 

I am sure most gay men would have had encounters with straight guys. Mine were concentrated in that nebulous stage of life just as puberty kicks in. I was bold and foolish. All my ventures were not successful as can be expected. I nearly lost my best friend (with whom I was in love) when I foolishly made a move on him when he was asleep. I was in college and about 20. But he understood and forgave me for it. Our friendship is stronger after that. I became too cautious after that, choosing to deliberately ignore signs of attraction from ostensibly straight friends and therefore killing any possibility of anything more than friendship developing.

 

Thanks for your words of encouragement, g'men. Will, please do share with us your straight experiences. Godiva, we are all waiting to hear about your camping adventure and NCM, I am still waiting for the next chapter of your story. I shall more write later about the time I seduced another straight lad (not related to me). ;-)

 

-Rick.

[Godiva]

AHHHH I remember my college days...... I remember one of my Str8 friends came home from a bar drunk with a bunch of his buddies. They laid him on his bed with just his underwear on while his huge bubble butt stuck up in the air like a mountain. He was passed out and they asked me to keep an eye on him so he won't swallow his puke or something. I lived across the hall. Well any way I said I would without sounding too eager :9 the boys went back downstairs for some more pot smoking..Anyway I stayed an the room and pretended I was studying "Macro Economics." Instead I watched him squirm and move around the bed while my eyes were fixated on his ass. I saw the bulge but I never saw dick.. He was sooooo hottt major football stud. I managed to jerk off twice in his presence. The boys came back.. eventually I left the room and never said a word about that night until recently. Whats funny is that we are friends with the same group of people. Everytime I see him at reunions I look at his butt and remember ahhhh the good times. Oh btw he is fucking married:-(

 

One of my many college stories...:'

[Guest ncm2169]

OK, guyz, sorry for my absence…I've been soooo busy. N E Ways, it's time for "From hands to mouths." Same disclaimer: This is all true. I am not a porn fiction writer, and if I was I'd choose a different venue, and probably charge for it. (Also, I am going to try to paste this from a Word Doc into Hooboy's format, so I won't have "smilies" to add…sowwy).

 

I had heard about Jack in 8th grade. He went to a different grade school than me, but we had some mutual friends. I finally met him when we got to the same HS. OMG!! The ULTIMATE bad boy, the comb of his hair, the smirk on his face, the way he dressed and (SHOCK) he smoked cigarettes! At 14, he was 6', probably 145 lbs. (not yet filled out), jet black hair combed with cheap drug store hair cream like Elvis (yes, Taylor, this was before gel), and just totally fucking CUTE, but in a very masculine rebel sorta way.

 

Somehow we got to be buds. The relationship was cemented when his Dad died our freshman year and I went to the mortuary to pay my respects. Shortly thereafter, we began to hang out frequently. He lived with his grandparents (his Mom was an alcoholic who had lost custody), and they loved me because I was "responsible" and a "good influence" on Jack. P

 

One night I had had dinner at his house and later we were goofing off in a room away from Grandpa and Grandma, when I used my "toss the arm and hand" trick, followed by the move into his crotch. I remember I was nearly dripping with sweat and shaking, but when I found his cock from outside his pants, he just smiled and let me feel it…he was hard in about 3 seconds. Then he said, "Let's go in my room and watch TV."

 

The only place in his room to sit was on his bed ;-) , so we did. He laid back on the bed and I sat on the side, and soon I put my hand back on his crotch. He was still hard as a rock. I massaged for a while as he just laid there, and somehow I got the nerve to slide my hand down inside his unbuttoned pants and underwear. Slowly, I slid my hand in and downwards and found his hard cock. Since his pants were still buttoned there wasn't a lot of room to maneuver, but I still managed to pet and place my hand around his hardon, and ever so slowly stroke it.

 

Within minutes he said, "You got me all excited. I gotta do it now."

 

He got up off the bed and said, "Let's go down in the basement." So, I followed him downstairs, where he just stripped off his pants and underwear and laid on top of his Grandpa's workbench. (God, I couldn't make this up IF I TRIED!!…LOL).

 

There he was, this incredibly beautiful hunk of 15 year old man/boy (yes, he'd had a birthday), sprawled out on this workbench naked from the waist down, with a more than 7 inch hard cock (I deal in real inches…LOL) standing up but with a pronounced curve downward…a hard UNCUT cock. WAIT!! An uncut cock!! Had I ever seen one of those up close before?? (LOL). He started slowly stroking and asked me if I wanted to "help him."

 

So, I reached out and stroked his cock, totally entranced. But soon I noticed something else I hadn't encountered before…this wasn't just an uncut dick; his foreskin had partially closed up so it wouldn't fully retract (I now know it's a condition associated with bad hygiene at that age). It also, I think, had caused his cock to "grow downward", since his foreskin wouldn't retract.

 

N E Ways, I stroked him and played until he shot his load into some rag we'd found in the workroom. He got up off the workbench, pulled up his pants, and we went upstairs. I called my Dad for a ride, and when I got home I took a shower and beat off. Jack!! I had "gotten" him!! I couldn't believe it!!

 

Over the next several weeks we repeated that scene about 3 times. Never was there ANY reciprocation from him, nor had I ever "taken mine out." Then one night, after he had eaten over at my house, we walked a few blocks to a secluded river bank area and found a private place. This time I "took mine out" and he looked and said, "You got a big one." He took his cock out and I stroked him while I stroked myself with my other hand. He watched me stroking myself, but never made a move toward me. We stood up and shot into the bushes.

 

That summer (we were still 14-me and 15-Jack, respectively), I invited him to spend a week with my family at a lake cabin up north. My parents had one bedroom and Jack and I had the other…one double bed (damn the luck). The first night my parents went to their bedroom and Jack and I to the other…we laid in the bed and I naturally moved my hand to his underwear. Somehow, I really don't remember how, the subject of "mouthies" came up, and I found myself with my mouth over and then on his cock. But, while he was freshly showered, his cock still smelled from bad hygiene and all I could do was lightly "blow" my mouth on his cock a few times. Then I jacked him off as usual, and followed with getting myself off. We both shot into a spare pillow case.

 

We repeated that scene every night for a week (boy, was that pillow case caked with cum).

 

This went on for the next 2 years…probably about 3 or 4 times a month or more. We did it nearly everywhere…at his house, at my house, in my car, any chance I had to get him alone, we did it…musta been well over 100 times. During that time, he was a "problem kid" who was suspended from school and even sent for short "visits" to the local "reform school." (Which, of course, just whetted my appetite for his cock even more).

 

For about 6 months we had this Saturday ritual. At that time we lived about 10 blocks from each other. I'd call him at 10 AM on Saturday and ask him if he wanted to get together (Taylor, that's "hook up" in 2002 lingo). Then, I'd ride my bike the 10 blocks, knock on the door and he'd say, "It's open." I'd walk in and he'd be laying in bed under the covers naked. Same scene…I jack him off…always so he shot into some Kleenex or towel. (Why I didn't wanna see him shoot is BEYOND ME…lol).

 

Sometimes he would ask if I ever "did anything" with anyone else he knew. I always said, "NO!!", hoping to preserve the notion that our "thing" was just some harmless fun among guys. (In my next chapter you'll see I fibbed).

 

There was only one time when things got a little kinky (well, kinky for 16 y/o's in the l960's). Looking back, it's a good example of what I believe Jack was sexually…pretty uninhibited and a closet showoff). A friend of Jack's and I were at Jack's apartment. (Setting: Jack and I on a couch and Bill in a chair across the room). Jack had some "girlie" mags and we were perusing them. Jack suddenly said, "I gotta beat off!" and he unbuttoned his pants and "took it out." He motioned to me to "do my thing." I was caught between my instinctive reach and being paralyzed at a 3rd person watching. Instinct won and I started stroking him, with Bill's eyes bulging, watching us. Bill almost started to "get into it"…grabbing his crotch while he watched me stroke Jack's hardon. Then Jack said to Bill, "Come on over here…he'll do it for you too, if you want." Bill just ever so slightly started to get up out of his chair, but then sat back and said, "No, that's OK. I'll just watch." Jack must have realized he had crossed the line and feared Bill would think he was gay, because he suddenly blurted out, "It helps me play baseball." (We were all going to play in a few hours). With Bill watching, I stroked Jack off. Guess where he shot?? LOL

 

Then, instead of kink, there was the near-bizarre. Jack had this g/f who was also a "just friends" of mine, but neither of them had their license. On more than one occasion, I drove them to this popular makeout parking spot. They'd get in the back seat and makeout, while I sat in the driver's seat, watching the scenic overlook. I remember telling myself I was doing it as a favor to her as much as to him.

 

Then, one day shortly after he turned 17, he told me he was joining the Navy, but there was one hitch…his Navy physical had of course found his foreskin problem and he had to be circumsized before they would let him join. I visited him in the hospital (this was before they sent you home 37 seconds after major surgery), and I remember seeing him laying in the hospital bed with this HUGE hoop over his crotch area, covered by a sheet. I figured it out (hey, I'm not as dumb as I look), but suddenly he said he had to pee and asked me if I would help him. He got out of bed and gingerly walked to the bathroom, and opened his hospital gown to reveal a mostly coagulated bloody cock (UGH!!). He asked me if I would help him hold it so he could pee. To this day, I am TOTALLY NOT INTO water sports, and that night may have been the reason why. N E Ways, I helped him out.

 

He got a leave after Basic Training and came home to visit. His first night home, we slept over at my house and repeated the same scene, except this time I remember thinking, hey, the smell is gone, so I gave him a little more head….VERY tentatively, but still I did it. And then I jacked him off. We were together sexually 4 or 5 times more during his leave, and each time my mouth went farther down his hard cock. While he clearly enjoyed this activity, he never seemed surprised by it…almost like it was just a natural progression from our earlier behavior. I was always careful to stop the mouth action well before he got close, and always jacked him off into the Kleenex or rag/towel. After that, I went on with my life while he was in the Navy.

 

Rrrrrng. 18 months later, he calls and says, "I'm out of the Navy." I was surprised…he had a 3 year "hitch." I asked him what happened and he said he had received a General Discharge (bad boy behavior again but just enough to get him released without a dishonorable).

 

(God, this is LOOOOOONG, but someone, Will maybe, said he likes soap operas).

 

The next year (by now we were 19) we kinda hungout infrequently without doing anything sexually. Soon he was hot into a chick 4 years older than him, living with her. The next year when we were 20, he married her and I was his best man. The marriage was a disaster. He was 20/21 going on 13, emotionally. Within 18 months they were divorced, with me testifying in her behalf at the hearing (he was not there and never knew).

 

(NOW, just when you thought it was getting boring)…………..

 

About six months later (we're now 22), we ran into each other around Christmas time. We went out and had some drinks and ended up at his Mom's house (they had reconciled) where we crashed in…God, can you believe it??…a double bed in the spare bedroom. We're laying there next to each other in bed, talking in the dark, letting the booze wear off. It honestly never occurred to me to make any moves at that point. I was sure he had "gotten it out of his system", especially after being married.

 

After about a half hour, he said, "Remember how you used to come up to my apartment on Saturday mornings?"

 

I replied, "Sure, I remember."

 

A long silence.

 

Then, he said, "Do it again, Joe."

 

I hesitated about 7 seconds and reached under the covers to grab his already TOTALLY hard cock. But, I had more in mind, because I had had some more experiences myself since he and I had last "played", and I wanted to see how far I could get him to go.

 

I stroked his hardon for a while and asked him "How long has it been since you got off?" He answered, "Since Barb." (The ex). I said, "Bullshit," knowing that would have been over 6 months. I stroked him some more, and then said, "There's a way we can do it together." I swung around into a 69 position next to him in the bed.

 

He said, "What's this?" I said, "If I just do it to you, there's nothing in it for me." Then I went down on his hard cock, sucking him all in for the first time after 8 years of messing around. I remember thinking, "I want this cock and I'm going to finally have all of it, but I really want to get him into it too." He was probably in total shock from both my inhaling him and my cock staring him in the face…LOL.

 

N E Way…I realized I was doing all the heavy lifting, so I stopped sucking him and said, "OK, now it's your turn." In barely a whisper he said, "I've never done it, Joe." I matter-of-factly replied, "Well, there's a first time for everything."

 

I went back down on his cock, and I felt his lips just barely brush the head of my hard cock. I moved my hips toward him and he kind of opened his lips so I could feel something wet on my cock head. I moved farther toward him, trying to push my cock into his mouth and then…TEETH. His jaw was clenched, totally closed.

 

In an instant, I realized: (a) despite being a bad boy, he'd been like a brother for 8 years and probably felt guilty about not ever reciprocating so he was trying, (b) if I pushed this too far I was going to blow it (NOT), and © I better just go for what I can get.

 

So I just swung around and slid down facing him with my mouth between his legs and proceeded to blow the hell out of him. It wasn't very long before he said, "It's gonna come, Joe." I kept on sucking.

 

10 seconds later he said, "Joe, it's gonna come!" I stopped and said, "That's OK." And resumed sucking.

 

He blew. And blew. And blew. But in those days, I didn't swallow. Fortunately, he threw me a towel, and I spit his load into it. He asked me if I was going to get off, so I beat off into the towel while he watched in the dark. Then we went to sleep at about 4 AM.

 

We were awakened at 7 AM with a loud knocking at the door. It was the police, who had a warrant for his arrest for some relatively petty offense, but a repeat one. They took him away and I drove home.

 

We saw each other only briefly after that, over maybe 4 years, and never sexually at all. I began to lose interest. To this day, I wonder: was it because I had had enough of his bad boy behavior, or was it because I finally realized my conquest?

 

 

Next Chapter: A str8 boy teaches me about oral sex.

[Godiva]

Rick and Ncm...The trip is set..2wks from now and now we have 7 married guys and maybe 1 more. I am in heaven:*

 

Ncm keep those stories cumming...

[Guest RickSchwarz]

OK, it is time to tell you all about Sammy, the biology lab assistant at my high school.

 

I must have been just over 12 and Sammy, in his mid to late 20s. He owed his entire livelihood, right from his education to job, to the Salesian Order that ran my school. He had a stylish beard and not a bad looking guy at all, just the usual joe. His body type was, what I came to know later as an endomorph. So, altogether, he was not the sort of guy one would lust for. The distinctive thing about Sammy was the huge bulge he always had in his crotch. He never wore jeans, just mainly the 70s style trousers with straight pockets and loose below the knees. He was the subject of a lot of my wet dreams and my jackoff sessions.

 

The biology lab was in the same wing as my classroom. Our year did not have biology lab sessions yet. But I would always frequent the corridor just outside the lab where others boys of my age never hung out. The lab door would be mostly open and Sammy would be there setting up equipment. I was a real introvert at that age, but I really surprised myself talking to him. He was nice and I suppose he thought I was greatly interested in biology. Little did he know in whose. I started the habit of being in close physical proximity to him and frequently would rub my hardon again his legs when he was sitting or let my hands rest on his lap close to that lovely bulging crotch. He never reacted at any of this and was always nonchalant and chatting matter-of-factly. It was only a matter of time, I started to rest my hand on his crotch. I was getting into the whole game of not acknowledging anything, but chatting about nothing while feeling him up. I remember that he always got hard, but his bulge did not seem to expand. Our fooling around like this was in danger of being discovered if someone walked in. But from the windows, we were not visible from below the waist. Then one day when we were completely alone with no boys playing outside the lab, he confronted me. He asked me why I liked to feel his crotch and why I rubbed my hardon against him. It was a shock to my young mind. I got scared and ran away.

 

Wild horses could not have let me stay away from Sammy and biology lab for long. I was there next week, chatting as if nothing had happened and still feeling up his delicious crotch bulge and pressed my own hardon against him. Sammy did not confront me after that. Once I proceeded to be very daring and unzipped him and took his cock out. He moaned in pleasure. He never touched my cock. But he would always cum in my hand. I had an immense dislike of cum then and would rush to wash it out. I realize now that he suffered from premature ejaculation. We started making dates at times he was positive no one else would be around. I started visiting school on Saturdays when no one else was around just to visit Sammy.

 

I remember the first Saturday I was in school to meet Sammy. I was nervous and I trembled and shivered in anticipation of seeing him without the fetters of the bell or the danger of anyone interrupting us. The whole building was empty and the biology lab was dark save for the daylight streaming through the trees outside from the windows in the corridors. Sammy was in the backroom of the lab surrounded by jars of dead small animals and some microscopes. The backroom was dark as well with just enough daylight being let in from the door. He asked me to come in and locked the door. More later.

[Guest RickSchwarz]

Sorry for the interruption of my story. I ran of out of time. Here is the rest of it.

 

I got into the biology lab. Sammy was dressed in a casual shirt and his usual trousers. His bulge was as prominent as ever. There was no small talk. I reached right for his crotch. He looked around and let me unzip him. In all my previous times with Sammy, the most state of undress we ever reached was unzipping his pants, pulling out his hard cock, which was a modest 6 - 6.5 and making his cum. I never unzipped my shorts at all and Sammy trousers always stayed at his hips, never pulled down. This time he pulled his trousers and underwear down and revealed himself in full glory. I saw what was the largest scrotum I have ever seen, even until now after all these years and all the naked crotches I have seen. His cock was standing up erect and leaking copious amounts of precum! I reached down felt his balls. Each one filled each of my young hands. I was in heaven! I was not a cocksucker then, though I longed to be one. I had the usual hangups of germs, disease, etc. But I got very closely to his cock and still cupping those monster balls as if they were a treasure. Sammy encouraged me to "kiss" his cock. But I just touched him. I did not know what else to do. Sammy had other ideas.

 

He encouraged me to remove my shorts completely, asked me to turn around and tried to penetrate me. But I was far too tight and he did not want to hurt me. He touched my cock naked for the first time. I turned my head to meet his and we kissed. He was not a skillful kisser and I was totally inexperienced. We just pressed our lips together. This was my most I had done sexually at that time.

 

Sammy, with his problem of prejaculation, came quickly on my inner thigh. He tried to jerk me off. But for some reason then I was shy to cum with him. I remember him always coaxing that I should shoot off on one of the tables. I never ever did cum with him, except one time when he made in my cum in my pants.

 

I met Sammy several times in the same lab under similar circumstances over the years, on and off, till I finished school, when I was about 18 then. There were notable times like once when he scooped a bit of his semen on a slide and put in under the microscope for me to see his motile sperm. (In later years, I babbled about the fact I had seen live sperm to my uncle, who was a neurosurgeon. He began to ask probing questions wondering how I could had done so. I managed to convince him that it was actually not a live sample but that I was mistaken. At that time, I could get any of my elders to believe whatever I wanted.) Another time, I went to lab to find Sammy just in his work shorts cleaning the lab. He was bare bodied and was just so sexy. I remember reaching to his crotch from behind and kissing his neck and him getting turned on. He was MY stud!

 

With all the all the time I spent with Sammy, I got to know him quite well. He had been adopted by the religious body that ran my school when he was a boy. His parents were never mentioned. He also revealed that since his teens he had his cock sucked regularly by one of the priests at his school. He did not seem too hung up by the experience. He eventually got married to a girl. I stopped seeing him around that time.

 

I ran into him after I left school to go to college. He was bicycling down the street and was walking in the opposite direction. He stopped and we talked. He was clearly happy with his marriage. Whatever we did, was just fun for him. It was nothing else more to him. I don't resent him for that. I still lusted for him and stared at his ample crotch telling him that there was never anyone else like him. He just smiled at the compliement. I visited the school again on Saturdays and go to the biology lab in the hope of running into Sammy again. But, alas, that was never meant to be ever again. He was never there.

 

Well, that's it from me for a while. I hope to read NCM's next story and maybe, Will would share some of his experiences with straight men.

 

-Rick.

[Godiva]

Thanxs Ncm, Rick and to all others who contributed to this post. Please reread some of these stories as I have. You will find them quite entertaining.:9

[Guest RickSchwarz]

This is my attempt to keep this thread alive. NCM, we await your next installment.

 

-Rick.

[JamesK840]

Yeah, where's NCM's next installment? :9

 

Sorry to revive an old post, but this one seems worth it! Any other stories? }(

[Guest ReturnOfS]

Anyone here ever been to prison? That seems like a place to get some str8 cock. I have never been there myself, of course, but that seems to be the general belief of the str8 world.

[+ Lucky]

I had a straight client once who became friendly with me. One night he was over to the apartment to discuss business. I had been teasing him about how only gay guys knew what a guy wanted in a blow-job and the next thing I knew he was stark naked.

But I told him it had to be a two-way street and he declined, so I turned my back for awhile and let him get dressed.

He did have a huge cock with a big bend in it...maybe I was just scared off?

He ended up stiffing me for $75!

[JamesK840]

I read a really good interview with Micheal Brandon where he talked about his experiences in prison, it seemed pretty damn hot. I think it was in XXX Shocase or something, if anybody can find it to link it...

[Guest ncm2169]

OMG, James, you've uncovered my sordid past revealed in my earliest posts here. }(

 

Yeah, I guess I did sorta drop the ball. ;-) I'll see if I can get in touch with my story muse and finish the job. :+

[+ glutes]

I always thought most people were born bi-sexual, they just 'leaned' one way or the other. Sometimes both!

[Guest ncm2169]

By popular demand (well from JamesK840 at least ;-) ), I'm posting the final installment. Same disclaimer - this is all true.

 

Stan was a buddy of Jack's and they'd gone to a different grade school than I, but I'd heard about him from a guy in my school (we were all in 8th grade at this time) who had "doubled" with him a couple times - Bill, who I had the "boner encounter" with (see Chapter 1).

 

When I got to high school, I made a point of getting to know Stan. In 9th grade, he was probably 5' 11", 150, brown/blue, very well worked out, and he played varsity track, football and baseball. He was exactly my type - a total bad boy rebel who looked, dressed, acted, talked, and walked the part and even combed his hair right, plus he smoked cigs - a sure bad boy sign. He had very full sensuous lips which just oozed sexuality - in fact everything about him screamed sexuality - and he had a habit of hooking his thumb in his front pants pocket with the rest of his hand kinda pointed at his crotch, almost as if to invite attention. He was also rumored to have screwed several chicks by that time, and tried to fuck dozens more. EVERYTHING about this guy had masculine and str8 written ALL over it. }(

 

After we got to be buddies, he shared some details of his sexual experiences - and I have zero doubt that any of it was macho braggadoccio - he wasn't the type to make that shit up, and besides he didn't have to - LOL. He jacked off and came for the first time at 10 (in the bathtub), and lost his virginity at 11. He and his two brothers shared a bedroom and at an early age got used to being nude around one another. He was utterly uninhibited sexually - he'd talk about anything sexual and thoroughly enjoyed it, whether it was about chicks or guys, including jacking off - except he called it "pumping off," which I thought was really hott. :*

 

Our first playing around occurred in the Fall of our sophomore year (we were 15). We'd walked to a movie theater (we didn't have our licenses yet) one Friday night. Sometime after the flick started, I remember us being in the bathroom - I can't recall specifically how we got there, I'd guess that he had to pee and I saw an opening. ;-) After we'd both peed (there were only two urinals, damn the luck), and I'd gotten my first quick glimpse of his cock, we'd zipped up and washed our hands and then I used my brush-the-hand-by-his crotch manuever, saying, "What was that I just felt in there?" Fairly quickly he said, "Let's go in there," pointing to the single stall in the men's room, and walked in with me following, and he locked the door. We stood face to face and the next thing I knew he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants and he pulled out a cock like no other I've ever seen before or since. :P

 

He was hard as a rock and it was probably a good 7.25 inches with a reasonably thick shaft, but the head - OMG, the head - it was this HUGE mushroom that just dwarfed the rest of his cock - it was just enormous. :9 :9 I remember shaking because I was so nervous and so excited simultaneously. I just stood there gaping at this magnificent cock when he said, "Take yours out too." I didn't waste a second in doing so, and then he said, "Touch mine." So I reached out and tentatively touched his cock and sorta stroked it. He immediately did the same to me and there we were - standing about a foot from each other, face to face, stroking each other's cocks, not saying a word, staring down at each other's cock . And suddenly he uttered the words, "Suck me off." :+

 

I was barely 15. I remember being nervous, excited sexually beyond belief, confused, anxious, and in utter disbelief that I was in this situation. I also recall that sucking a cock was something that had NEVER crossed my mind before, and since I couldn't imagine it being done, I thought he'd misspoken or whatever, and I just cleared my throat and said, "I am," pointing to my hand jacking him. x(

 

(Anyone wanna venture a guess as to how many hundred billion times I've regretted my naivete that night?) x( x( x(

 

Anyway, we played around a bit more but never got off and we returned to the movie. Unfortunately we never got to see the ending due to my raging hormones. I had a serious hardon after the stall encounter, and I had to get off or I'd fucking die. So, I returned to the stall, sat down and started stroking. Apparently the theater manager had noticed us staying in the bathroom longer than normal, and when I went back in, he decided to check to see if something was wrong. I heard the door open and assumed it was Stan wondering where I was, so I called out, "Hey is that you? I'm so horny I gotta jackoff - I'll be out in a minute." I then heard the manager's voice, "Son, I think you should come out of there right now." :-(

 

After damn near catching my cock in my zipper, I rushed out, begging him to just let us leave without doing anything. I ran into the movie and told Stan we had to leave right away, which we did. Stan was frequently slow on the uptake (except when it came to sex) and I'm sure he never realized why we had to leave in such a hurry - I'd mumbled something about having a stomach ache or whatever.

 

That little mutual hand action, however, led to more creative things in a few months. :7 The next time we had a chance to play, I'd invited him to my house after school and I had a couple Playboys squirreled away. When he got there I told him I had something he'd like to see and we sat side by side on the couch, with him paging through the Playboy. Every once in a while he'd stop and take a long look and I saw my opportunity. ;-) The next time he stopped to stare at a chick he thought was hott, I reached over and felt his crotch saying, "Is it happening again?" Yep, it was. He just moved his hands out of the way and said, "Go ahead if you want." So, I opened his pants and pulled out that cock with the fucking huge head. He said, "Are you going to take yours out too?" Of course, I did. So, there we were, side by side, our pants down around our knees, with 15 y/o raging hardons. I reached over and began to stroke his cock and realized that the head was SOOO big that I couldn't bring any of the shaft skin over even a tiny part of the head. Pretty soon he began to stroke me too. After a while, he said, "Want to suck each other?" :D

 

Hmmmmm. Maybe there was something to this sucking deal after all. :* I said, "How do you do it?" He said, "Like this," and he leaned over and put his mouth on my cock, going down about half way, and bobbed his head up and down a little. "There. I did it to you five times, now you do it to me five times." So, I did. I distinctly remember virtually everything about him going down on me, but virtually nothing about me going down on him. We returned the favor about two more sets of five mini-BJ's, and returned to mutual stroking. I had a handkerchief ready and I asked him if he wanted us both to cum, and if so who goes first? He said, "You cum first," and proceeded to jack me faster. I got close, put the handkerchief toward my cock, and he got me off, pointing my cock into the handkerchief, but watching me as I came. "God!! You REALLY shot!!" he said. Then, I got him off the same way.

 

We repeated that scene maybe a dozen times over the next year and a half into our Junior year. :7 It was always the same scene - same place, same couch, sometimes the same Playboys, he'd find a hot chick and stare waiting for me to make my move, and we'd start stroking. Interestingly, he was ALWAYS the one who initiated the oral, and he upped the ante. It started with five times up and down the first few encounters, then he raised it to ten times, then a while later it became ten times on each other and then ten more times on each other. Eventually, he bumped it to 25 times. I remember wishing soooo hard that he'd go down more than halfway, telling him, "Go farther down on it." He did manage to a few times, but I guess since I didn't really return the favor (it was that goddamn HUGE head), he lost interest in trying. :-(

 

Our last time together was the most interesting - it was the Summer before our Senior year. Same scene again - I reached over, he was hard, and I said, "Looks like you can use some action." He said, "Yeah, I'm hard but I shot my rocks twice on a girl last night." (It happened in a car on a deserted road). "Maybe I should just get you off this time." I said, "Fuck, you won't have any trouble getting off," and we both got our cocks out and started stroking. He then moved to his first 25 times going down on me, and we returned the favor our usual 3 times. But this time, he went back a 4th time on me! :+ I always counted his mouth strokes, hoping he'd lose count (which he often did) ;-) , and I remember silently counting, "23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29 ..... 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41 ... 52, 53, 54..." OMG, I was in fucking heaven. He just kept chowing down, happy as a clam. Finally he stopped and said, "There. That's more than 25." }( }(

 

I gave him something more than 25 in return, but nowhere what he'd just given me. I just wasn't into the oral action in those days - I liked using hands and watching him shoot. And the thought of either of us cumming in the mouth NEVER occurred to me. He, the str8 boy, was apparently more into the oral than I, the bi boy, was.

 

At that point in our usual routine, it was time for him to jack me off into the handkerchief. When I got it ready he said, "OK, but I want to see you shoot this time." I did, and probably more than normal thanks to his oral attention, and he said, "Jeez, you REALLY shot a LOT this time," as he stroked the last of the cum out. Then it was my turn to jack him off, but he couldn't get there - he took over himself and finally shot a major load into his hand. That was the last time we played. ;(

 

Epilogue: Stan knocked up a chick in his Senior year, quit school and joined the Army. Twenty years later, I ran into him at a High School reunion, in the - guess where? - men's room! I was at a urinal and he saw me and walked over to the next urinal and unzipped. As we were standing there, peeing and making small talk, he got this HUGE smile on his face and said, "I think about you a LOT." }( }( }(

 

He still looked hott as hell at 38 or 39, and I began to ponder our own private 20 year reunion, thinking of all the possibilities given what I'd learned in the interim :9 - when he told me he was married and had 3 kids and his wife was waiting for him outside. :-(

 

To this day I believe that given his body language that night, if wifey had been away, we'd have had our private reunion. And, I'd have showed him I'd learned the meaning of, "Suck me off." :7

 

And that's how a str8 boy initiated me into oral sex. Go figure. :o

[JamesK840]

Awesome!!

[Guest ncm2169]

We aim to please. :7 No pun intended. :+

[Guest ncm2169]

For some reason this thread came back to me recently when I was thinking about my old buddy Jack and our antics when we were just teenagers. The summer we spent a week at a lake resort, we had messed around enough, and he was comfortable enough to just drop trou (swimsuit) and go for it. We'd just gotten back from a neighbor cabin where a really hott chick was their daughter, and Jack had obviously gotten her attention and vice versa. When we got back to our cabin, before my parents arrived, Jack stripped and told me he HAD to jackoff, so he did, standing there in our bedroom. It didn't, however, prevent us from our nightly sessions later that night. Fuck, we were 15 (him) and almost 15 (me), and we could get off damn near as much as we wanted. }(