Curious Straight Boy Tries Gay Sex

Phil is/was a friend of a friend who was buying some computer equipment from me that I had laying around...the fact that he was 23 years old, and an Italian cugine from Staten Island kept more than the merchandise he was buying on my mind, but I didn't think anything would come of it, since from all reports, he was a real straight arrow.

He was supposed to come over early in the afternoon, but didn't show up until about six, by which time I was somewhat pissed off and I wasn't exactly on my best behavior. He was hot, alright, with a really big basket and a hairy chest (if you read my profile, you know, that's the quickest way into my heart - and pants!), and I figured, fuck being Mr. Nice Guy, I was gonna make a play for him.

I made a big deal about one gay computer service I'm on, and finally maneuvered him into asking what was on it. I said to him, "Why don't you sign in and find out?" grinning behind his back...

To make a long story short, he did, and started reading some of the hardcore files. He didn't seem too interested, until he got to some of the stories I'd written. I could tell he was interested in that one because he kept stopping the screen, to read it all, but I couldn't really tell what his reaction was.

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About halfway through the story, he looked up me (I was standing over him, behind the chair he was sitting in so I could look at both the screen and his basket), with a strange expression on his face, and asked, "You really give head to other guys?"

I told him the truth - that was my favorite fucking hobby - and that seemed to satisfy him for a few minutes, because he went back to reading. After those few minutes, though, he stopped again, and looked up again and asked, "You really suck cock?"

As I said: fuck being Mr. Nice Guy! I nodded, spun the chair around, and grabbed him right between the legs. I was right; he -was- interested, and hard, too. I suppose I was taking advantage of him, but I like to never miss an opportunity! Before he could react, I started massaging his cock bulge, and I remember telling him, "Shit, you're hung like a fucking horse!" and "What a cock, guy!" (You gotta make these straight guys feel like they're doing you a favor by letting you worship them, or you'll never get to first base!). As I was talking, I pulled open his belt, snapped open his pants and pulled down his zipper, and then started rubbing his cock through his briefs. It felt about average-sized, but I figured, with the basket he shows, he's got a lot more than I could feel. I had to have a look.

I then got down on my knees and yanked the pants and the briefs down, first to his knees, and then to his ankles. I was right. His cock was average, maybe 6", 6-1/2", uncut, but his balls were huge! Not quite like lemons (everybody in porno magazines seems to have either lemon-sized balls or grapefruit-sized balls); more like hefty walnuts, in a hairy sac. I thought I'd show this straight boy exactly what I do.

First thing I did was lick his nuts, something I bet his girlfriend never did for him. First one, then the other. I tried to get both into my mouth, but his sac was just too damned hefty for me to manage. I could say I was having a ball...

Then I ran my tongue up his shaft, and around the head...then back down the shaft. Then back up...and then I went down on him, burying my nose in his tight, curly pubic hair. He was shifting his ass back and forth in the chair, moaning and breathing hard, so I could tell he was enjoying it as much as I was. Up and down I went, sucking, licking, running my tongue around his cock, fondling his nuts with one hand and balancing myself with my other.

I pushed his shirt and sweater up a little bit so I could see his stomach, and sure enough, it was the kind I like, nice and hairy. I whipped out my cock, and the hand I was using to balance myself went to work.

I figured I'd better get him to come soon so he'll remember this as the blow-job of his life, so I put every trick I knew into it. Running the wide part of my tongue around the head of his cock seemed to be a real winner with Phil, probably because he was uncut and not used to all that stimulation, and after the second or third time, I felt him get real stiff, and I knew he was gonna shoot.

I pulled off fast and started to jerk him, but he reached up and knocked my hand away with his and started working on himself. Fine, I figured, let me watch this straight Italian boy jerk himself off in my living room while I do the same thing to myself. It was great!

In just a couple of strokes, he spread his legs really wide (at least, as far apart as he could get them with his pants wrapped around his ankles!), and groaned, and shot on his stomach, his legs, and me. As soon as his cum hit my cheek, it sent me over the edge, and I blasted, half on the rug and half (quite purposely), on his leg.

He kept stroking for a minute or so after he came, and boy, did I wish I had film in the instant camera! He looked so hot, this studly Italian straight boy, with his pants around his ankles, his cock in his hand, and cum all over his stomach and legs...

I guess the feeling went away real fast; he didn't even bother to wipe himself off, just stood up and pulled his briefs and pants back up. As he was tucking his shirt in, he said, "I've never done anything like that before. I hope this will stay between you and me," and two minutes later he was out the door.

Sure, Phil. Just between you and me. (grin)

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