Str8 but Curious
by Jim Lake <NFLakeMan@aol.com>

I subscribed to America On Line (AOL) about a year ago and started looking
at adult chat rooms.  "Str8 but Curious" is a fascinating place and stands
for basically straight guys who want to play with the fantasy of having sex
with another man.

I'm 45 and have been married for 22 years, two kids in college.  I admit
that good looking men, particularly bodybuilders, have always turned me on,
but I kept those feelings deep in the closet.  Oh, I'd sneak a look
occasionally at one of the gay magazines, even acquired some gay videos
along the way, but shame, guilt and fear always prevented my doing anything
more.

Then I found AOL.  Geez, what a revelation.  I'm not alone with this
dichotomy of desire.  There are hundreds on men on AOL, probably thousands
who enjoy exploring man to man fantasies - and the "Str8 but Curious" rooms
are full 24 hours a day.  We make contact in the adult chat room, then move
on to instant messages, E-mail, or private rooms where explicit talk is
commonplace.

It usually starts out with the exchange of stats.  I'm 5-10, 180, work out
three times a week, and proud of my pecs and arms, a full head of hair,
clean shaven, smooth body.  My cock is a thick eight inches and uncut.  Now
that gets some attention, except for the age 45 which eliminates most of
the younger crowd.  Next, we get into some hot talk about what we like to
do.  For me, it's oral stuff, love to get into a 69; and I like to make
out, lots of body contact and deep tongue kissing.  Unfortunately the
kissing thing, between men at least, seems to be in the minority.  A lot of
guys won't do it.  I guess it's the last hold out of showing the gay
streak.  They'll suck cock, but won't kiss.  There are also a lot of guys
who want anal action - giving and taking it; and there's a lot of talk
about rimming (tongue in the ass).  That's a great feeling, but not too
many are willing to actually do it.

Usually we stroke our cocks while stoking the keyboard, and ultimately get
off.  If the connection is hot enough, we both get the urge to take it to
the next level, usually phone sex.  I'm always amazed at how hot my new
friend's voice sounds, and we exchange stories about who else we've talked
with online.

Last week, I met Dan who happens to live in the same city.  We took it to
the phone contact stage.  While pulling our cocks I said, "Damn, I want to
do this for real."

"Yeah, me, too.  I've always wanted it, but never dared.  About time we did
something about it, don't you think?"  Dan replied with a heavy breath.

My wife was out of town, the kids away at school, and it just sounded too
convenient to deny, so I invited him over.  He arrived within the hour.
What a surprise.  Dan is 42, six feet tall, 200 pounds of solid, rock hard
muscle, blond hair in a crew cut and a medium, light brown mustache.  His
eyes are deep blue and he didn't take them away from mine when we met at
the door.

He stepped inside, rubbed his crotch and said, "I've had a hard on all the
way over here, come here."  We embraced and felt stiff throbbing cocks
against each other while continuing that deep, penetrating stare into each
others' souls.  I bet we held each other like that for 10 minutes or more
with a little squirming to intensify the heat between us.  Then the kiss,
just a soft touching of lips, then again, and again.  Next, a parting of
lips and tasting of tongues, panting breaths, some light moaning.  Then we
really got into some deep tongue action.  I sucked his deeply into my
mouth, while he took mine doing the same.  I had never felt a moustache
before, damn, I hadn't ever kissed a man before.  I loved it, licked it,
tasted it, couldn't get enough of this man's taste.  Simultaneously, we
moved our tongues across each others' faces going to the ears.  Hot, heavy
breathing and sucking while hands moved downward to each others' buns.  It
was as though we just melted together, we were as one.  Another deep kiss,
and I exploded.  The orgasm was shattering, and I let go with a rather
loud, growling argh.  That triggered Dan to get off, too.  He groaned, "Oh,
man,...ah..., oh shit."

At this point we leaned our heads back, still holding on to each other for
dear life, but now that look again, each of us staring deeply into the
other with silly grins on our faces.  In unison we said, "Oh, man."

Having mutually climaxed while fully cloathed was quite unexpected.  Nice,
but we both wanted more.  I said, "Let's get out of these duds and into the
Jacuzzi.  I want to see that body of yours, man."  He grinned and we
separated to slowly begin undressing.  We both checked each other out
hungrily.  God, what a body.  Smooth, toned, tanned, and now with a
softening penis against low hanging balls.  Gorgeous, masculine, all man.
His shoulders are broad, tapering to a slim 32" waist and narrow hips, an
upper torso to die for with a washboard of ripples defining his perfected
abnominals, great pecs; and, of course, firm, pointed nipples.  I'm no
slouch, either, and I could tell Dan was pleased with what he saw.  I
grabbed some towels, and we walked out into the Lanai, holding hands.

When we reached the Jacuzzi or spa, we turned to face each other, and
reached out for each others' other hand.  We just stood there for a few
minutes with fingers laced, looking at each other all over, eyes roaming,
adoring the man in front of each of us.  Dan said, "This could be fun."
And it was.

I showed him how to position his backside so that one of the jets hit
against the back of his balls and that supersensitive spot between his
nutsack and anus; then with a little maneuvering, up his ass.  Next, a
comfortable reclining position wherein each foot was against a jet for a
relaxing massage.  In these and several other positions, our bodies touched
lightly, neither of us pulling away.  Just a nice, gentle touching,
exploring, roaming without any groping or accelerating of the pace.  We
were just two men enjoying each other, totally uninhibited.

After about 20 minutes, we were both hard again and the urge to get at each
other took off.  I keep the water temp at 102, so our balls are hanging
real low.  We embraced, kissed again, and Dan whispered, "I want to make
love to you, man.  I want to taste your cock."

I responded, "How about a tongue bath, including your cock?"  I never
thought I'd say such a thing, but I really meant it - wanted it.  We slowly
got out, towelled off, and never took our eyes off each other.  The bedroom
was next.

The satin sheets were fresh, and I had turned down the cover.  We
automatically turned to face each other, mouth to cock, as we slid onto the
bed.  Dan's manhood was poking straight out, about nine inches, very thick,
cut and oozing pre-cum.  I licked it as he took mine deep into his throat
for a long slow pulling in and out.  I responded with some similar action
of my own, finally burrying it as deep as I could take it, holding him
there as I breathed through my nose.  We both groaned as he did the same,
pushing his mustache hard against my balls.  Oh that felt so good.  Then we
sped it up some, slurping, smacking, heavy breathing, and lots of moaning
and sighing.  Just before I shot, I pulled away and squirmed around to once
again take his tongue into my mouth.  The taste of his cock, my cock, our
saliva was great - we were consuming each other and thoroughly enjoying the
rich, fulfilling aroma of our sex.  Neither of us was in a hurry this time,
and we weren't going to ejaculate spontaneously this time around.  I wanted
his juice, he wanted mine.

After a little necking and some of that tongue bathing I wanted, we
migrated back into a 69.  After spilling a generous amount of saliva on his
shaft, I took first one ball, then the other into my mouth, savoring their
fullness.  Then back to his cock, pushing it so deep into my throat that my
nose nested between his balls.  I just held it there for a while, and then
moved my head down, trailing my tongue over his balls.  He thrust his
pelvis slightly and I found my tongue moving to his ass.  It just happened
naturally for both of us.  He was now probing with his tongue as well.
After the quasi douche in the spa, there was nothing there that was
unpleasant.  The thrill and arousal each of us felt from the other was as
intense as I've ever experienced.  After a few minutes of mutual rimming,
we advanced to finger fucking.  There was so much saliva on both of us that
we didn't need any artificial lubricants.  I once again took his throbbing
cock deep into my mouth, he did same.  We were now ready to go all the way.
We were both sucking hard and fast, fingers probing deeply in and out,
groaning, panting.  I felt his balls tighten just as mine pushed my heavy
load deep down Dan's throat.  I felt his against the back of my throat and
swallowed once, again, and a third time to keep from spilling his jism.  He
took all of mine as well, and we continued slowly sucking, backing down
from the heights of pleasure and joy.

We next slipped around so that I lay half across Dan's hard body.  He on
his back, me on my stomach, one leg over his, head nestled against his,
kind of kissing each other on the neck as we savored the tingling, totally
consuming warmth of after-glow - something special we both found with
another man for the first time.

After about 30 minutes of cuddling like this, we came to the realization
that we had been at it for over two hours.  Dan had to get home to his wife
with the story that he ran into an old friend at the market, we went for a
drink, time slipped away, etc.

Oh, by the way, Dan has a cabin out in the woods on a lake.  We're going up
there next week on a fishing trip over the weekend.  Our wives don't like
to fish so we're making it a bachelor outing.  I suspect the only thing
we're going to catch is each other, over and over.