STRAIGHT, BUT YOU CAN SUCK MY COCK
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At some point, most gay men usually fantasize about showing a straight man what he's missing. At the same time, most straight men fear all gay men want to suck their cocks! The world might be a happier place if both groups would just admit it and give in to their need for primal pleasures. I, myself, gave in a long time ago. So, I've had my fair share of straight seed over the years. At 54, I've been sucking cocks for almost as long as I can remember, many of them "straight" ones.
If nothing else, one thing both a gay and straight man have in common is a cock & balls. Both, regardless of sexuality, have nuts that keep reloading with spunk, no matter how often it's released. And both gay and straight are charged with the biological imperative to plant seed as often as possible. Of course, a guy can take matters into his own hands. (What guy hasn't?) But, nothing beats a nice warm hole to help out.
If you love sucking cock as much as I do, you know you must be doing a good job when a guy keeps coming back for more, week after week, month after month, for sometimes years! It's even better when there's no strings & no drama that whole time. Ain't nobody got time for that!
Finding a guy who won't get emotionally attached, who just simply uses you to help "scratch that itch" is every hungry cocksucker's dream. I've had a few such drama-free playmates over the years and enjoyed them. In fact, I have a buddy right now who has enjoyed feeding me so much delicious cum, I could probably have stocked a sperm bank if I'd saved it instead of swallowing!
About 8 years ago, back in the day when a Craigslist post could usually score you some action faster than you could type the ad, a hot guy named "Dave" replied to one of my posts. He seemed genuine, without the urgency of a stalker or the endless banter of a gamer. The subject line in his first email to me read, "Straight, but you can suck my cock." (That got my attention!). He went on to write how he wanted and needed discretion. Since he identified as straight, he didn't want to risk being outted with his neighbors. He asked me to host and I was happy to respect his wishes. Who doesn't like door-dash cock! After the usual back and forth emails, sharing our likes & dislikes along with a few pics, we agreed to meet.
His cock pic, enough to make my mouth water, had sealed the deal. His manhood, almost as thick as a bottle of ICE water and tapered toward the head, was nice and girthy in the middle, just the way I like them. With a full, long-haired bush with hints of gray framing his bigger-than-average 8" cock and a reported 5-day load, I couldn't pass up the chance to have a taste.
For what I can only imagine was his fear of "turning gay", Dave refused to consider anything akin to fucking. Instead, he was clear that all he wanted was a nice & slow, wet blow job. He wanted expert cock worship, expecting me to take my time earning his ball gravy.
The first time he came to the house, I watched, anxiously, for him out the bedroom window. I wanted to make sure he was "as advertised" and he didn't disappoint! Walking from his parked car, on the street, toward the house, he looked the perfect part. Standing about 6'1", he was well proportioned, not heavyset but definitely a solid man. His jeans showed off an ample bulge. The pits of his t-shirt were slightly wet and his construction boots were unlaced. I expected I was in for a real treat.
We didn't need to waste time with awkward platitudes or conversation. We both knew exactly why he was there. So, I invited him into the family room. On my laptop, I'd already queued up some pussy porn, which he claimed to prefer. (He could've watched `Little House on the Prairie' for all I cared.) My complete attention would be focused on his amazing member and the pleasure I wanted to give him. Every great cocksucker knows, without a great first impression, the chances of a repeat are next to none. That really sucks if you enjoy the cock which , from the looks of him, I was sure I would. I needed to prove myself if I wanted more than one opportunity to smoke his fat meat.
Before I had to ask, Dave had shed his jeans. Without underwear, his plump, veiny meat flopped into view. JACKPOT! He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a rubber cock ring. From the looks of it, his cock was already filling with blood. So, I didn't quite see the need for the ring. But, who was I to complain? The added jewelry would showcase his dick and balls nicely while the added pressure, at the base, could only help me in my efforts to impress.
Once he was spread-eagle on the sofa, I started the porn and laid a bottle of poppers close by. Kneeling between his hairy thighs, the smell of his engorging shaft was instantly intoxicating. Say what you will, nothing smells better than the salty musk of a man's un-showered cock, balls and bush. Sucking on a bar of soap didn't work for Ralphie and it sure as fuck doesn't work for me. Thankfully, I'd explained my mansmell fetish to Dave in one of our emails. He was happy to oblige, leaving things completely natural down under. I began with a prolonged sniff of his cock and balls to show my appreciation
Dave had already told me he enjoyed very wet head. It wouldn't' have mattered since I was practically drooling like a Saint Bernard, already. But, I made sure to avoid drying mouthwash beforehand. If wet was what he wanted, slobbering on his cock was the least I could do. As much as I wanted to swallow him to the hilt, I held off. Instead, I slowly stroked his cock while admiring every detail. From the thickness of his shaft to the pronounced vein running along the ridge, it was a porn-worthy cock, deserving of my skills.
His rock-hard phallus was already straining in the rubber ring. It jumped with approval repeatedly, with every touch. Hearing his soft grunts & groans were all the validation I needed to up the ante!
Slowly, I wet his shaft with saliva and used my hands to familiarize myself with his tool. Given his state of arousal (and my hunger), I didn't expect our first encounter to last very long. But I was determined to make it as memorable as possible. Dave remained focused on the porn while I mimicked the cock service being performed by the big-tittied blond on the screen.
As my spit mixed with Dave's flowing precum, the musky manscent of his member intensified. His glistening cock begged for more and more attention which I was more than willing to provide. I skillfully kept Dave from cumming, shifting my focus from his leaking head to his shaft, big balls and back. I didn't wanna torture the poor guy, but I was enjoying every minute as much as he was. The tightness in his balls signaled that he needed relief. And yet, somehow, I managed to keep him from busting his nut for about 10 minutes.
Finally, I knew it was time. My aching jaw and his aching cock were both satisfied. It was time to let him have what he came for. With the briefest of pauses in the action, Dave said, "Let's do a hit of poppers and I'll give you my load!"
The rush of fresh poppers clouded my mind as I handed the bottle to him. As he took a hit, first one side then the other, I pulled his pulsing cock back into my mouth. Slowly, I swallowed him to the base in one long motion. Using the well-lubricated muscles in my throat, I milked his flaring head to the point of no return. As he gave into the pleasure of his orgasm, his hips bucked and thrust his spewing cock further down my throat. I felt volley after volley of his cream coat and soothe my tonsils as he emptied his balls. Not to be left out of the fun, my own cock, which I'd been stroking with a free hand, squirted a big load of its own all over the carpet. I delayed pulling off his softening cock long enough to swallow every drop of his creamy goodness.
And that was it. Without anything more than "Nice one!", he was up and getting dressed. He stopped to wash his hands in the bathroom and quickly made his way to the door. After his orgasm, I'm sure reality or perhaps the fact he'd just been blown by a guy set in. He clearly didn't want to stay and chat about it. I didn't care. He got what he wanted, nay needed, and so did I.
Like I said, that was at least 7-8 year ago now. Since then, I've been lucky enough to wrap my lips around his prodigious member many times, almost too many to count. We've gone through and dry spells, whether Covid, or he was getting regular pussy, or simply guilt. But Dave always keeps coming back. And cumming he does!
Our relationship is a simple one; one of a horny man and who he calls his "cocksucker". He has loosened up a little over the years. He doesn't bolt after he blows but doesn't linger too long either. We've briefly talked work, vacations, families and such. But the focus has and will always remain mutual pleasure. He's let me lick his ass a few times. As much as I love it, he doesn't seem to or won't let himself enjoy it. He's also perfected the scent of his cock (and my eagerness to please) by my making sure his pants pipe is nicely ripe before we play. Of course, we both benefit from that one.
I know there are those who would judge us. They might argue sex is better between committed partners. Maybe that's true. And yet, neither Dave nor I are complaining. With commitment can come drama and responsibility. Sometimes, simplicity is best. Sometimes, you just wanna get off! I sucked his cock earlier today. I have no intention of stopping as long as he's offering. He might be straight, but he lets me suck his cock!