Date: Sun, 16 Nov 2003 18:40:33 -0500
From: S
Subject: STRAIGHT GUY 1

            The following tale involves sex between males.  If this
offends you, don't continue reading.


				     I


            "You can come to my apartment," Darcy said seductively, the
hypnotic beats blaring throughout the dim surroundings.

            Jason could scarcely believe his ears!  How could his luck
have turned, especially after weeks of attending the same college
sophomore class and somehow, being unable to link up with this beauty?
"Are you serious?" he said, the dimpled smile on his suave, tawny face
inciting the girl.

            "Yeah," she whispered, setting her goblet back on the bar
counter.  "I am all yours."  She grinned.  "There is, however, one
catch."

"Anything," he said breathlessly.

She caressed his lanky, medium-brown hair, which cascaded briefly down
the side of his oval face.  "I'll tell you in my car," she said.

"You're driving?"

"You got a problem with that?" she said, taking his hand.

"Nuh-huh," he said, almost spilling his cocktail as she jested him away
from the counter.

The closer they got to the car, the more excited she became.  She led his
hand to her right breast, lest he recoil at what was waiting for him
inside the yellow vehicle by the curb.

The passenger doors hummed slowly up to let each of them inside the
coupe.  As Jason and Darcy accommodated themselves on the black, leather
seats, the doors descended.  Then, silence permeated the inside the
air-sealed car.

"There's someone I want you to meet," she said, turning to the back.

"Whoa!"

"This is my cousin Brad," she said, motioning with her head to the
short-haired blond in light-blue boxers.  His smooth, muscular legs alone
made her wet below.

"Nice to meet you," Jason said, shaking his hand.

She waited for the inevitable question, but the wheat-skinned guy said
nothing--perhaps on purpose.

"How did you two meet?" Brad said, his air of innocence triggering a
chuckle in her.  If only Jason had known the extent to which Brad and
Darcy had planned this.

"We met in that bar," the guy said, nose-pointing to the display
windows along the neon-lit sidewalk.

Like after a breaking wave, silence washed over every cubicle of the
car's interior--and the stillness drove the girl wild with
trepidation!

"Is he gonna join us?" Jason said, shattering the silence like a
crashing brick.

"What would make you say that?" the girl said.

"Come on.  He's waiting for us here."

"Calm down," she said, placing his hand on her mildly tanned leg.
"You will get to fuck me all you want.  But I love my cousin Brad, and
whatever he yearns for, I take into consideration."

The tawny guy scowled in befuddlement.  "What are you saying?" he said,
moving his shapely hand away from her leg.

"Before you fuck me, you must let him suck you."

He sighed a laugh.  "You gotta be kidding me."

She shook her head--slowly and methodically.

"What is the world coming to?" he protested.

"Brad's the one who'll be on his knees!"

"Any why would you want to do that?" he said, abruptly turning to the
blond.

"Because guys are awesome," Brad said nonchalantly.

Jason glanced over the blond's muscular legs.  "You queer guys are
really twisted," he said peevishly.

"How so?" Brad said.

"Look at you!" Jason said.  "Your legs, for instance--muscular like a
star athlete's.  How the hell are straight guys supposed to set you
apart?"

"Ain't that grand?" Darcy said.

"For you, maybe.  But what about guys like me?  We're the ones mixing
with his kind without even knowing it--heck even making friends with
them."

"He's willing to suck you dry!" she protested.  "And then you get to
fuck me!  What more do you want?"

"Fine!" he said.  "Let's drive to your apartment."

"Fine!" she said, then pressed her hand on the ignition scanner.


II


The guys facing each other, Darcy unbuttoned her yellow blouse.  Her silk
brassier seemed to calm the tawny guy, as he smiled for the first time
since he and she had talked at the bar.

"Take them off," Jason ordered.

Her plumb tits drew a forced breath from the guy's lungs, and he turned
to knead them.  Somehow, this incited Brad, who began to remove his
striped, white t-shirt.

"Nuh-uh!" she said, restraining Jason's hand.  "First, you got to
lend him your cock."

Pensively, he dropped his stare toward the red rug lining the living
room.  "Am I supposed to do it here?"

"Don't you like variety?" she said, sitting down on the yellow,
flower-printed sofa behind him.

"Yeah, but--"  Slowly, he turned to Brad, Jason's bleached jeans still
on him.  "How long must I--"

"Until you cum," she said glibly.

"How am I supposed to fuck you after?" he erupted.

"You're a virile straight guy, aren't you?" she said, getting
comfortable by a pillow.

"Yeah, but--"

"Then, what's the problem?" she interrupted.

"Just tell me one thing," Jason said.  "What do you get out of this?"

"Pleasure from watching Brad in ecstasy."

He frowned in confusion, but the blond had begun to remove Jason's brown
t-shirt.

"Whoa!  She never mentioned anything about us touching."

"So?" Brad said, and pulled it off.  As much as he couldn't resist the
itch to touch those chest muscles, he quickly unzipped Jason's jeans,
kneeled, and yanked down the guy's white briefs.

"Naaah!" Jason breathed as the blond swallowed the entire cock.
"Yeow!"

Brad pulled back, took Jason's firm hands, and placed them on his head.
Then, he lapped his tongue around the uncut dick's frenulum.

"Shit!" the guy said.

Sucking vigorously, Brad slapped the guy's sinewy legs and started
kneading them.  To keep him from complaining, he quickly licked the
cock's head in circles.

"Ahh!" Jason moaned, brusquely pulling Brad's head toward him.

The blond sucking furiously, Darcy pulled down the boxers Brad had been
to busy to handle.  For a while, she caressed over the pre-cum-drenched,
white briefs, then pulled them down along the waistband.  No matter how
many times she had seen Brad's uncut dung, the mildly tanned beauty
never ceased to amaze her; and now, the sword hung at eight inches,
dripping hot pre-cum as it pointed hungrily at the rug.

"Oh, man," Jason said, his eyelids drooping sleepily as he thrusted
violently.

Again, Brad pulled back, then slowly licked the guy's balls.  The mild
body odor in those hairs drove Brad to the brink of heaven, but he
squeezed his own balls to keep from cumming.

"Uhhh!" Jason groaned, and Brad devoured the eight-inch cock anew.
"You're better than any chick I've ever--"  His body writhed
uncontrollably!

"Yeah," the girl crooned, rubbing her clit as she lay on the rug.

At last, Jason opened his eyes, and his lusty grin toward her excited
Brad.

His thrusts became evermore forceful as she caressed her naked body feet
from the guys.  Jason's brown eyes dropping briefly to the blond, Brad
stared intensely into them--almost beseeching the guy to kiss him.  Jason
shut, then opened them again, and still Brad's blue eyes stared achingly
at him.

"You want my straight sperm?" the guy said, the words pummeling Brad's
stomach.

He nodded boyishly!

"Then, suck like a faggot," he said, pulling Brad's short hair.

Darcy grinned to herself, as she could feel Brad's excitement at that
kind of talk.

Jason's leg hairs and those muscles underneath kept bringing Brad to the
brink, but he contorted his pelvic muscles to keep from cumming.  He
would cum AFTER he had swallowed every drop of that hunk's gonads, and
NOT a second before.

"Fuck, man!" the guy said, again jerking Brad's head toward his
bladder.  "You want straight cream?"

Brad's face contorting from the painful itch below, he nodded vigorously
and grabbing the guy's buttocks, sucked faster than the quickest meat
beater.

"Then, take it, Mary!"

Tightening his grip on the guy's butt, he drew Jason's body toward him,
and his mouth began flooding with milk.  Away he swallowed, but the
slippery fluid kept coming, and coming, and coming.  On he swallowed, but
the filmy liquid kept drowning his teeth and gums and tongue and throat.
 Ten more seconds passed, and the cum kept splashing into Brad's mouth.
Another fifteen seconds elapsed, and still the cream came--Brad
swallowing as fast as he could.

At last, Jason started to bend over Brad, ready to collapse from the
drainage this queer guy had caused him.

Flabbergasted, Darcy grabbed the guy as he dropped to his knees, then to
his back.  Tenderly, she caressed the soft skin on his face, chest
muscles, and legs.

"Now, wasn't that a worthwhile experience?" she said, waiting for him
to open his eyes.

"Unfucking believable," he said, panting.

She shifted her eyes to Brad, who was dropping cum from his mouth like a
foaming dog.  Amazing how he drew so much pleasure from his gender.  If
only more guys existed like him, instead of the 35% of the population
that identified as gay, bisexual, or transgendered.  Of course, 35% was a
heck of a lot better that in the pre-2020s period.

Jason's hard breathing petering out, he looked at Darcy and touched her
shoulder-long, light-brown hair.  Slowly, he moved a finger toward her
cunt, and staring intensely at her, began digging it in.  It was almost
like he was trying to shake away his experience with Brad, for a
restlessness characterized his every move.  Caressing her breasts, he
swiftly lowered his face toward her cunt.

Such paranoia, Brad thought, and insecurity!  Why did straight guys have
to be so childish?

Jason sucked her cunt madly, and the sight of such male narrow-mindedness
started to excite Brad.  Not so much because of Jason's act with her,
but because of the excuse it gave Brad to make him pay.  Knowing that
straight boy would soon be flooding her innards, Brad's imagination
brimmed with ideas of sweet revenge.

"Yes!" she said, writhing wildly on the blood-red rug.

Brad crawled toward them . . . and passed his index finger along his
back.  Jason's head kept gyrating around her cunt, so Brad inched around
him toward Darcy's breasts.  On the guy sucked, peeking once at him.

"Give it to her," Brad said.

The guy scowled in mild annoyance, but he kept sucking.

Perhaps trying to excite Jason, or maybe to show him how similar he and
Brad were, the blond began to suck his cousin's right nipple.   His cock
was hard as steel!  But again, he contorted his pelvic muscles to keep
from cumming.  Climbing on her, Brad shifted to her other breast and
started licking it.

"What do you think you're doing?" Jason said, his voice taking a
threatening tone.

"What does it look like?" Brad said, unmoved by the guy's raising of
his torso.

"She's mine!" he said.

"Guys!" she said, sitting up.

Brad moved back, suddenly afraid that Jason would walk out in protest.
That would have defeated his plans, not to mention get Jason seething
from his lack of access to her.  "Sorry," the blond said humbly.

"Stay away from us!" Jason said, glaring at Brad.  Again, he neared her
tanned, moist body.  "I'm ready."

Brad's blood boiled slowly as the guy placed his erect dick in her clit,
but he knew he would soon be getting back at Jason.

The guy pushed in, kissing her like he would never kiss Brad.  He sucked
her breasts, their large areolas, their nipples, her silky neck, and even
nibbled at her ears.

The temperature rising, the blond caressed his cousin's lanky
hair--albeit from a distance.  "Come on," Brad said, setting aside his
mild rage.  "Flood her insides."

"Yeah!" she said.  "Fuck me harder."

"Fuck!" Jason said.  "I'm cummmmmmmmiiiinnnn--"

Twenty seconds passed, and still the guy convulsed.  Ten more seconds,
and he collapsed on her.

A full minute passed, with Brad observing Jason and Darcy in each
other's arms.  His jealousy intensified, considering he had loaned his
favorite cousin to a stranger; and Jason's air of straight superiority
didn't ease Brad's emotions!

"We have to do that again," Jason said.

She nodded, then turned to the blond, who was kneeling beside them.

"Poor Brad," she said.  "Here Jason and I have cummed, and you're
horny as hell."

Brad smiled, suddenly energized by what was to come.

"Give it to me, cousin," she said, gently pushing Jason away.

"What?" he said as Brad placed himself between her and him.

"You're not the only guy in the world," Brad said, placed his cock
between her shapely legs, and pushed into her cleave.

The creamy feel of her insides drove him wild--for he knew that Jason's
sperm was about to enter his piss slit.

"You're cousins!" the guy said, aghast.

"So?" she said.  "We love each other."

 Brad placed her legs on his shoulders, thrusted deeper, and kissed her
in the same areas Jason had.  This was gayness in the extreme, a gay guy
fucking a girl just to bond with another guy.  At least, that's what a
flabbergasted Jason thought as he watched Brad fuck his girl cousin.

"Fuck, Jason!" Brad said.  "Your cum feels exquisite."

Jason still gaping in shock, Brad pumped like a piston engine, his heart
thumping at the thought of his precum mixing with the guy's cream.
"You thought I couldn't fuck girls, huh?" Brad said, trying to annoy
the guy.

The dude's mouth moved to unformed words.

"Well, I can!"  Unable to take anymore, he began to squirt into
her--one, two, four, eight, sixteen times--collapsing on her just as
Jason had minutes before.


III


"I can't believe you allow your cousin to fuck you," Jason said,
staring at her disappointedly on screen.

"Lots of cousins bond that way," she said.

"Not where I come from."

"Where do you come from?" she said sardonically.  "The States?"

"No," he said defensively.  "Rural Alberta."

"No wonder."

Jason fixed his eyes on his picture phone's control panel.  Like his
thoughts, they began to zigzag as he tried to sort the good from the
bad.  "I'm not sure I approve of what you two are doing, and I sure
don't understand how a gay guy could enjoy sex with a girl," he said.

"He's gay in the romantic sense," she corrected.  "But in the purely
sexual sense, he's bisexual--or borderline bisexual, as he calls it."

"But didn't you say he loves you?"

"Yes, but not like he loves guys."

"Yet, he fucks you," he said.

"When he's horny enough and there are no guys around," she said
casually.  "Or when there's another guy to join in on the fun."

He shook his head in puzzlement.  "I don't get it."

"Most straight guys don't," she said amusedly.

 "I will tell you what I do know," he continued.  "Last week's fuck
session was the best I've ever had!"

"With me or Brad?" she jested.

"I only fucked you."

"Right," she said.

"And I would love to have you again."

Her heart hammered, kicking her lungs back into breathing.  "Great,"
she said.  "Meet me at seven, my place."

Jason smiled.


IV


"Tonight, you're gonna have to do a little more," Darcy said, leading
Jason into the lamp-lit living room.

"Like what?"

Brad entered the foyer from the dark hallway behind them.

"Tonight, you have to fuck Brad."

The guy puffed in disbelief, although a part of him had seen this
coming.  "Let me guess," he said, turning to Brad himself.  "You want
me to shoot in you."

The blond lowered his chin coyly.

"Why the fuck do you insist on corrupting me?  Can't you see I like
girls?"  His agitated voice turned whiny.  "Why can't you stick to
your kind, and let straight guys like me enjoy chicks like Darcy?"  He
spun to the girl.  "Or are you the mastermind behind this, trying to
satisfy some abnormal kick by seeing your cousin fucked like a girl?"

"You'll like it," Darcy said.

"And I'll fucking catch his germs from down there."
            "Sometimes in life, one has to take risks to enjoy certain
things," she said.

He shook his head!

 "I wouldn't ask you to do something most guys wouldn't enjoy," Darcy
said.  "And my pussy isn't going anywhere.  You can always top off your
gay experience with a straight one, leaving your fragile, hetero identity
intact."  She exhaled.  "Besides, he's the one getting fucked."  She
looked yearningly at Brad.  "It is at times like these that I feel most
proud to have you as my cousin."  The girl approached the white kitchen
counter, by which the blond stood, and gently took his hand.  "You're
more masculine than Jason will ever be," she said, a tear rolling down
her eye.  "Or any straight guy, for that matter."

"You want me to give him my ass?" Jason said, challengingly ripping off
his shirt.  "Would that prove my manliness to you?"

Darcy turned to the guy.  "I wouldn't ask you to do that."

"I see," he said sarcastically.  "You're trying to desensitize me,
step-by-step.  Tonight, I fuck Brad.  Tomorrow night, he fucks me!"

"That's not true," she said, wiping a tear.

Everyone's panting filled the room, but surprisingly, that seemed to
ease tensions.  Silence fell like a diaphanous veil, and their breathing
even out.

"I don't know what I'll do tomorrow," Jason said, disrupting the
silence like a pebble a crystalline lake.  "But I do know that I want
your pussy . . . and I will do anything to get it."  Reluctantly, he
looked at Brad.

As usual, the blond was wearing shiny boxer shorts, his tanned legs
advertising the guy's athleticism.  As Brad removed his yellow t-shirt,
his chest continued the leitmotif.

The guys approached each other, and Brad lightly touched Jason's steel
chest.  Their breathing turned labored as Brad pulled down his--and then
the guy's--shorts.  For some reason, the guy didn't protest Brad's
initiative in caressing his tanned torso.  Heck, he even touched Brad's
legs in response.  Of course, his facial contortions revealed that he
wasn't used to feeling blond, furry legs, but Jason proceeded with the
tactile exploration--until he picked up Brad and carried him to the sofa
beyond the counter.

Darcy handed Brad the XY jelly, and after pulling down Brad's briefs,
Jason applied some on Brad's butt.

On his back, Brad lifted his legs as Jason got between them.  The tawny
guy scowled at the awkwardness of his position vis-a-vis Brad, but
slowly, he inserted his cock.  "You sure are tight," he said, feeling
the furry legs on his shoulders.

"Start pumping, and you'll see how loose I can get," Brad said, his
blue eyes shooting passion Jason's way.

"Fine, Mary!"

"Yeah," Brad sighed, and as the guy thrusted, he began to press around
the base of his neglected cock.

"You sure get a kick out of this, don't you?" the guy said.

"Since I was 9," Brad said.

"Well, take my cock," he said and drove the dung deeper than he had
ever dug it into anyone--girls included.

"Yaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" Brad wailed.

"That's what you want, isn't it?"

"Yes!"

"Then, take my cream!"

Suddenly, Brad felt a squirt in his insides, then another, and another,
and two more, and four more, and eight more.  Meanwhile, hot jism shot
from Brad's burning cock, over his face, and into the kitchen.  Two more
squirts, and four more, and eight more--flooding his chest and abdomen
and neck and face and hair--and from the other end, Jason continued
shooting inside him.  Brad's groin ripped as the two kept emptying their
balls uncontrollably!  Finally, their bodies calmed down, and Jason
collapsed on the blond!

No matter how many times she had seen intimacy between guys, Darcy kept
gaping in utter shock.  The peace that now enveloped these males truly
defied words.  Hopefully, society would someday reach the point where all
guys could attain this level of contentment, free of guilt and
inhibitions.