Up a Straight Guy's Ass
by Polar Bear Bait polarbearbait@canoemail.com with help from "Jeff".
The following story is fiction and contains explicit descriptions of homosexual love-making between consenting men 18-years-old or older. If reading this is likely to offend you or your reading of this will contravene a federal, provincial, state or local law or bylaw, or if you are under legal age in your jurisdiction, then you are directed to delete this now.
If you like this story, you may be interested in my previous effort, the 7-part series, "Teenstuds in the Canadian Wilderness", posted in September-November 2001.
While writing that story, "Jeff" (all names have been changed to protect the guilty) began e-mailing me, and telling me about his hot affair with a married straight man. This story is loosely based on a true story. "Jeff" has provided me details of his encounters. This story is a composite of these events, condensed and enhanced for readability and eroticism.
Most importantly, "Jeff" and "Will" live in the real world where there are sexually-transmitted diseases like AIDS, so they're not stupid - they use condoms. The characters in this story are not real and don't risk death when they have unsafe sex. Always practice safe hot sex.
Part 1 of 2
My name is Jeff. I live in Nevada, outside of Las Vegas. I've been told that I'm handsome. I'm 5'10", 155lb. I have soft, chestnut brown hair that I wear just a little on the long side, a long, slim, kind-of-serious face, deep brown eyes, a good strong, straight nose, and a goatee that makes my teeth sparkle even more when I smile. I have rather thin lips, but they have a good reddish colour to them. I keep in pretty good shape: I'm slim and on the toned side, and I have an average-sized, cut dick with a nice mushroom head.
I want to tell you about my fuck buddy, Will. Will's about 5'9", probably 160 pounds. Blond wavy hair, streaked with silver, and usually slicked back. Nice compact body. His dick is about the same size as mine, but it's semi-cut (you know the kind where there's still some nice foreskin left over that us "cutters" don't have?), nice big balls. Tight ass, almost a bubble-butt.
I met Will at an adult theatre in Las Vegas. The theatre is one of those arcade/theatre/dirty book stores. There are not many left here in SinCity, especially with the great increase in number of Church of Latter Day Saints types imposing their beliefs on the rest of us. (Despite what their Church says, I've sucked and been sucked by some devout LDS family men, and fucked some, too! I guess what the wife and the church don't know....)
At that time, I was going to the Fantasy World arcade on a frequent basis. This place was a duke's mixture: men, women, young, old, hunky, funky.... The booths in the arcade had doors, with a window to below-waist level, so you could see whatever was going on: stroking, groping, whatever. It always amazed me, in the arcade, to see these guys in the booths stroking their hard cocks, wide open for anyone to see, but would get majorly pissed off if you watched them. The theatre had all things going, if you were lucky to hit it at the right time. You'd see male/female couples fucking with a third guy. Or a male/female couple "performing" while guys gathered around and jerked off, sometimes joining in. You'd see two guys fucking, mutual hand-jobs, guys sucking from one chair to another, or on their knees. The action depended on the luck of the draw.
I met Will one early morning a couple of years ago when I woke up horny and decided to see what the "going to work" crowd had to offer. I'd been lucky a few times at that hour (6 am), and it's only a 5 minute drive from my house. I sat down in one of the theatres, where there was a couple other guys, too, but nothing much was happening.
Will came in and sat down beside me. He had this sort of rough-hewn look, like a cowboy, a look that turns me on. His face was tanned and handsome, if a little weathered. He was wearing a well-worn light-brown leather bomber jacket, faded but clean Levis, and leather cowboy boots. The buttons of his 501s began to strain against his bulge as he watched the action on the screen. I couldn't take my eyes off him, though.
We both were sort of groping our crotches and getting hard. I unbuttoned my own jeans, slipped my hand into my briefs, and pulled out my cock. Stealing glances towards his growing bulge, I slowly stroked my cock to a full erection.
My new friend followed my lead, pulling his thickening prong out of his briefs, a thin, glistening stream of pre-come trailing from the tip of his dick to his briefs. It took only a few strokes before he was fully erect. His hard-on was a beauty, perfectly shaped, hard and proudly standing out from his crotch. I had to have a taste, and leaned over and licked the pinkish head of his straining cock. I looked up at him, just to make sure it was okay. He smiled broadly, his white teeth standing out against his rough, tanned face.
I took that as a yes, and looked back down at his hot tool. It bobbed a bit as more blood rushed into the long tube of flesh, as if it were smiling at me. A really friendly hard-on! Of course, I had to give a kiss, a big sloppy, wet kiss, right on its smiling come-slit. It bobbed again, so I began to French kiss it, licking it, running my soft tongue all around the circumference of the head, dragging the flat, wet surface across the smiling cock head, and poking into the come-hole. I was looking forward to sucking a geyser out of that hole.
I could sense that the touch of my moist tongue to his eager prick had sent a jolt of electricity through my cowboy, causing him to gasp. This was a cock that was in need of some loving. And I was glad to be the one to give it.
I dug into the basket of his worn jeans and helped myself to his meaty balls, pulling them out into the open. This gave me better access to the full length of his throbbing manhood. I wrapped my fingers around the base of the bouncing prong in front of me, and went back to work. I massaged the head of this beautiful piece of sausage with my tongue again before sliding as much of the throbbing cock into my mouth as I could. The cowboy moaned quietly, not wanting to draw attention to us.
The angle was awkward, so I slid off my seat and on to my knees, sucking more of the hot beef into my mouth, nudging it against the back of my throat. Now I could really pleasure this sexy buck. My tongue went to work, up and down the steel pole of his dick while I fondled his sperm receptacles with my fingers. I wanted this cock bad.
And my cowboy clearly wanted this blowjob bad. He placed both of his rough, callused hands on the back of my head, gently encouraging me on. I hoisted myself up a bit so that I could slide the rampant rod deeper into my throat. I slowly slid it in through my wet lips, and across my tongue. I did my level best to wrap my moist, soft tongue around the pole as it penetrated my hot mouth. It finally reached the entrance to my throat, and pushed slowly, gently, down.
This wasn't a freakishly long cock, like you see in some of the porn movies, just a regular, everyday, rockhard piece of manmeat, attached to regular, everyday stud of a man, a cock desperate to find its way into a hot, wet orifice.
With my nose in his wiry pubes, and my lower lip resting on his ballsack, I had achieved my immediate goal. I paused to resist the gag reflex, and then began to contract my throat around the pulsing head of his cock, while working my tongue over and around the silky shaft, and rolling his come-makers in my fingers. This was where I wanted to be.
And I guess where he wanted to be, too, as he whispered, "Man, you are fucking fantastic. My wife never gives me head. My first
wife neither. I've been dying to get someone to suck on my hog for years. This is fucking incredible...."
So I've got myself a straight guy. No matter. I'm a sucker (figuratively and literally) for any hot piece of cock - I don't care if they're gay or straight.
I slowly raised my head off his magnificent fuckpole, dragging my tongue and lips up the soft skin stretched over the hot, hard rod until I had just the head between my lips. I looked up in the grey-blue eyes of the man attached to this cock, and then just as slowly sucked it all the way back down until the head lodged into my throat again.
I repeated this suction action for a while as I groped around to make sure that I had easy access to my own throbbing boner: seven-and-a-half inches of pulsating meat in my right hand, another seven-and-a-half inches of hot beef sliding in and out of my mouth, and a couple of big, come-filled balls in my left hand. Who cares what was on the screen - this was my little piece of heaven in a musty old movie theatre.
"That is one hot mouth you've got on you, boy. Keep it up... I want to come in your mouth, cocksucker."
My cowboy had opened his shirt right up, I guess so he wouldn't get come all over it, and when I let his fuckstick slide right out of my mouth, it slapped wetly against his flat stomach. He had a good tan - a real one, from being outdoors, not one from a parlour or a bottle - and a thin trail of hair leading up to his belly button. Beyond that, were some faint ab ripples, and nicely toned pecs, two perky little nipples, some wisps of blond chest hair, and that dazzling smile.
I let his come-holders slip from my hand, and I grabbed his raging erection firmly. It was slick with my spit, and my hand slid easily up and down its length - just the right size, and a nice thickness too - a wonderful handful.
I let my own prick go for a moment and spit into that hand so that I wouldn't wear my cock raw, and returned to stroking it, his cock, and now began sucking on his meaty balls.
He moaned loudly. It seemed that my skill in cock-sucking was making him forget that he was in a public place. Not that it would bother the clientele here.
"Yeah, that's fucking great. Lick my balls... come on, suck them hard...."
I was surprised that my straight man was so vocal about being sucked by a fag, but I kept at work, stroking and sucking for another couple of minutes, rolling his full gonads around in my mouth, breathing the clean but musky scent of his crotch. The feeling of his hard manhood in my hand sent even more blood rushing to fill my hard cock.
Cowboy shifted in his seat, and whispered to me, "That's great, but get back on my cock. I got to have my cock down your throat again."
Always eager to please, I dragged my tongue along the underside of his hard cock as it lay on his flat belly, tickling the head with the tip of my tongue when the wet slurp reached the end. I propped the steel-hard shaft up with a couple of fingers and began licking up and down the long shaft. I made sure to give special attention to the head, which had now completely emerged from its partial covering. I massaged the lower part of the shaft with my fingers, while sucking and licking and nibbling the upper part and that lovely head.
The grunting and groaning coming from the screen, as well as the quiet moans from the other patrons some of whom were jerking themselves off pushed me on. I sucked the whole of the cowboy's cock into my mouth and my throat again to free up one hand to explore the smooth, firm chest and play with his nipples. This made him moan even more and start to squirm in his seat.
My right hand was giving my own dong a good massage: up the long shaft, a twist around the slippery head to scoop up the pre-come that was leaking, and then back down to my almost-bursting balls. I have a fair bit of practice in pulling my meat, but having the sounds, the smells, the textures and the tastes of sex all around me really had me going that day. I didn't know how long I was going to be able to hold off. I wanted to make sure that I didn't splatter his cowboy boots when I exploded. As erotic as that would be for me, it might piss him off and be hard for him to explain to his wife.
I grabbed his balls again and squeezed gently. My stud pushed my head down hard on his dick, his pubes scratching against my nose. My mouth, my tongue and my throat worked together to envelop the throbbing, hot manmeat in an equally hot, wet embrace. The cowboy thrust his hips to shove his branding iron deeper into my throat - to mark my wet orifice as belong to his cock and his cock alone... at least for the moment. I applied strong suction to draw the come out of his big balls, and to draw the orgasm out of the depths of his being. He fucked my mouth with shorts, hard, needy thrusts. He came here to get the sort of sex he couldn't get at home, and he was going to take it from me, pushing my head down hard, while shoving his groin up equally as hard.
I realized that he was about to come, and sensed his hot sexjuice boiling up from his balls and course furiously through his hard pole. The stud's pressure on my head meant that the first shot of come went straight down my throat, filling me with that luscious, warm feeling that fresh semen gives.
"Oooooooohhhhh yeaaaahhhhh! Fuck that's feels good! Come on, boy, take my come... swallow my hot sperm, boy....!" he said in a half-whisper that I'm sure the whole theatre could hear since the movie had come to a silent passage.
I began to pump my own throbbing boner as hard as I could to milk the creamy come out of my overloaded balls. The pre-come oozing out of my come-slit now gave me enough lube to get a great, sexy feeling as I stroked my hard fuckpole.
That first urgent release made my cowboy relax, and I was able to raise my head up to bring his cock into my mouth and catch the second powerful shot of hot manspunk on my tongue. Savouring the masculine, salty taste of his sperm, I was furiously jerking my own prick, knowing that a straight man would probably want to zip up as soon as he got off. I brought myself to a powerful orgasm while his third and fourth shots of hot studcream filled my mouth, my moans muffled by the wad of studmeat stuffed into my mouth.
I felt long, ropy shots of spunk shoot through my cock, splattering on the floor under the stud's seat. I continued to jerk in order to savour the exquisite sensations of orgasm as continued to suck on the hot meat in my mouth.
As my hot spurts began to slow, come dribbled on to my hand, which I massaged into my cock and over my balls as my climax subsided. I must have left a sizeable puddle of come on the floor because I hadn't come for a few days.
To my relief, the cowboy stud didn't bolt, and let me continue gently sucking on his softening cock as we both come down from our orgasms. As our heart rates and breathing slowed down, returning to normal, he patted me on the back, which was kind of unusual, and then said thanks, zipped up, buttoned his shirt and left.
I sat back on my seat to rest for a bit and watch the rest of the movie, but the horny action on the screen couldn't keep my attention: my mind was still on the hot man I had just blown.
To be continued in Part 2
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