Date: Wed, 17 Feb 1999 00:52:51 -0500
From: "J.W. Martins-Bazinet" <3stix@concentric.net>
Subject: Straight Seductions

I love sucking cock. Cut or uncut; short or long; fat and thick or narrow
and thin; curved or ram rod straight, it doesn't matter, I love them all,
though my ideal cock is a super fat 7 inch ram rodder. For me there is no
such thing as an unappealing dick and while I don't turn up my nose at a
piece of gay meat, my passion is seducing and orally servicing straight
guys.

I'm only 30 and though I've never made a count, I know I've blown over a
1000 different guys; more than half of them were straight. Hell I was only
11 when I seduced my first sailor, an older man of 19. My favorite sport is
selecting some hunky heterosexual and then proceeding to get into his
britches. It's taken me as long as a year to pull it off in some cases, but
with only two exceptions I've always succeeded; that's somewhere around 498
straight seduction victories.

I take this "sport" very seriously, working hard at it. Sometimes I have 6
or 7 guys on the line at once, each at various stages of seduction. It
really takes up most of my free time, so I guess you can say that my dick
hunting is a hobby gone wild. It explains why, though I'm perfectly at ease
with being gay, I stay deep in the closet. I tried it both ways and I'm
here to tell you that it's much easier to talk some dude into giving you
his knob to polish if he thinks you're straight. Trust me; its true. Let me
give you a couple of examples so you can see what I go through for a little
taste of peter.

I first saw David when he was in sixth grade and I was in the third. I was
only 7 at the time and while I played doctor with the kids on the block I
hadn't yet done the dirty, so it wasn't lust as much as hero worship that
described my attitude toward him then. He lived only a half mile from me,
but we never crossed paths except in the school halls, that one school
year. I didn't see him again for the next 9 years.

The summer I turned 16 I got a job as a junior counselor at an exclusive
local day camp. I was a top class swimmer, pretty good at tennis and a
passable sailor. To my delight the senior counselor to whom I was assigned
turned out to be my grammar school paragon, David Oliver. He'd turned into
a 19 year old demi-god, standing just a hair under 6' with a solid, beefy
build. His sandy blonde hair was close cropped and his ice blue eyes were
the crowning feature on a face of a masculine perfection. His attitude
matched his appearance; a quiet, friendly guy who exuded manly confidence
in his every action. It took me about five minutes in his presence to
determine I had to have him before the summer was finished.

To curry his favor I became the ideal junior counselor, not in a fawning
way, but with the same assurance and resolve with which he did his job. As
the days went by David and I became closer, within two weeks we'd settled
comfortably into a big brother, little brother kind of relationship. On the
third weekend he invited me to stay at his folks' place, of course I jumped
at the chance.

Now I know some who'd take this kind of opportunity to put the make on
their target, but not me. Not even a hint of anything sexual came out of my
mouth that weekend. I concentrated on being the flawless friend, the
indispensable companion. It was he who brought up the subject of sex. I
listened with rapt attention, saying nothing, but urging him to boast of
his prowess. In response to his asking I blushingly admitted to being a
virgin. He laughed, in a kind way, saying that we'd have to fix that soon.
I told him I'd be more than happy to have his help.

We spent every weekend together after that, either at his house or mine. At
some point David would bring up the subject of sex and with each passing
week I became more active in these conversations, but always letting him
take the lead. I'd ask questions and he'd answer them truthfully, in
detail, like a patient teacher. Finally, when I could work it in, in a
seemingly natural way, I asked the big question.

"Have you ever had a blow job?"

"A few," he admitted grinning, "there great. All you gotta do is lay back
and let the girl do all the work, course most of them won't do it and the
ones that do, some of them scrape the shit outta your dick, but when they
do it good, it's great."

"You ever let a guy do it to you?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

He looked at me, for the first time, with a slight frown of doubt. Had I
pushed too far? Then his face relaxed and he smiled.

"Naw. I know faggots are supposed to give the best head, but I don't want
to get AIDS. Even the best blow job's not worth crocking."

Good, no homophobia. He wasn't turned off by the idea of some guy copping
his joint, he was just scared shitless about getting a disease. That gave
me a perfect opening.

"That's not what I learned in sex-ed. The only way you can get AIDS by
receiving oral sex, is if you have an open sore on your pecker, and you
should be able to tell if you have that. It's the person giving the blow
job that could be at risk from taking the cum, but only if the person he's
sucking is HIV positive."

"Whatever. Even if that's true how does a guy get another guy to blow him?
It's not something you can ask a buddy to do for you and I sure don't want
to get a rep by hanging out with some fruit."

Enough! I let the subject drop for the time being. We only had two weeks of
camp left, but there was still four weeks before David went away to
college, enough time to pull it off, no sense in rushing.

The next weekend was the one before the start of the final week of camp.
Luckily my parents were going to New Hampshire to visit my Dad's folks.
David and I could have the house all to ourselves. We were psyched. David
arrived at my house at 8:00 Friday evening. We called out for a pizza
delivery. Then David unpacked and showed me what he'd brought along to
assure the success of our unchaperoned weekend. First, out came a quart of
Chivas Regal which he'd stole from his Dad's liquor cabinet; second was a
couple of porno movies from his "private stash," one called "Cum Warriors"
the other "The Babe Who Swallows Cum," I could hardly wait; and finally his
last surprise.

"I've brought something for our heads," he said as he revealed a small
plastic bag of shriveled green leaves. "You ever been stoned?"

Of course I had, but that didn't go with the plan. "No," I lied. "I'm not
sure that's cool."

"Don't you trust me?" He asked looking wounded.

"Sure I do. It's just that I don't want to get hooked on dope," playing the
part of innocence to the hilt.

"Don't be an asshole. You can't get hooked on grass. It just puts your head
in a real mellow place. Just try it, I promise if you don't like it we'll
never do it again, no pressure. I'd try something if you asked me to."

"OK, I trust you, I'll give it a try.

Things were just where I wanted them. David said he wanted to change into
his sweats, so I left him in the bedroom while I went down to the family
room, which was right off the kitchen. I set out a couple of plates, forks,
napkins and glasses filled with ice on the coffee table in front of the
sofa, along with a 2 liter bottle of Pepsi. Just as David, carrying the
bottle of Chivas, came down , the door bell rang, our pizza had arrived. I
went to the door, paid for the pie and tipped the delivery boy.

We chowed down while watching television, it was after 9:00 by the time
we'd finished and cleared the dishes. Then David, intent on being my
mentor, pulled the bag of dope along with a folder of wrapping papers from
the pocket of his sweats. He carefully cleaned the grass, then twisted two
fat joints. As he let them dry on the coffee table he went into the kitchen
to get two glasses, filled them with ice and returned to the family room.
He placed the glasses on the table, poured a good measure of Chivas into
each, then picked up one of the joints, placed it between his full lips and
lit it.

He took a deep toke and passed it to me. I took it and then following his
example inhaled a good hit, trying not to look experienced at such things.
I held the smoke for a moment, before purposely exhaling in a fit of
coughing and choking. David exploded in laughter.

"Better not take so much 'til you get used to it, Little Bro." He'd never
called me that before, I knew I had him. "Better have some of this," he
said as he picked up both glasses of scotch, handing me one. "Bottoms up,"
he said as he placed the glassed to his lips, tipped it up and drained the
liquid. I did the same. Fifteen minutes later we were half way through the
second joint, both high and in a silly mood. When the joints had been
reduced to the smallest of roaches he looked at me laughing.

"Run up to your room and bring down those dirty movies while I rolls us a
couple more. Ya gotta admit that getting stoned is great."

"You were right," I admitted getting up to do as he'd asked. He was beaming
with self-satisfaction as I glanced at him over my shoulder on my way up to
my room.

He was just finishing up on the first joint as I returned. "Put one in the
VCR," he said. I selected Cum Warrior. The plot involved a war ravaged
world where semen was in very short supply due to radiation poisoning. The
few men who could still produce the now costly and sacred substance were
held as prized captives and regularly milked inany number of interesting
and enticing ways.

David and I watched the movie with rapt interest as we passed joints back
and forth, increasing our state of euphoria, extinguishing our inhibitions.
With each of us wearing loosely fitting sweats it became more than obvious
that the film was producing its intended physical reaction. David's crotch
was fully tented, the head of his dick clearly distinguishable beneath the
soft, thin fabric. My pole created a bulge equal to his. By the time we got
to the end of the 90 minute movie all bantering conversation had ceased, a
definite aura of sex filled the room. I got up to change movies, my hard
poker pointing the way. It was so apparent that David started laughing.

"I guess you've got the same kinda problem I have," he said stating the
obvious.

"Yeah," I said, "much more of this and I'm gonna have a wicked case of blue
balls."

"I know what you mean," he said while at the same time giving his crotch a
deliberate stroke. Don't you hate when that happens?"

"It's the worst."

"Maybe," his voice was tentative, the words coming slowly, "we should do
something about it."

I'd sat back down and the new film was going through the opening credits, I
looked over at David and said, "yeah, like what?"

He looked at me with a wicked little grin. "You know what I mean."

"You mean right now? Right here? The two of us? Together?" I hoped I wasn't
laying it on too thick, "I've never done it with anybody before," I lied.

"Me neither," David quickly assured me, "but we both want to. . . need to.
'Sides, we're best buds, its not queer for best friends to get off
together. A friend of my told me college fraterity brothers are always
having circle jerk, it's a way cool way to get off just because it's a
little kinky, they even make bets about who cums first, who cums most and
who shoots furtherest."

"For real?" I still cloaked my voice with doubt. "I sure would like to, but
I don't know."

"Come on it'll be a blast," he said laughing at his own pun.

Without saying anything more David took off his shirt and lowered his sweat
pants down beneath his balls, freeing his fleshy monster. He wasted no
time, fisting and pumping the beast which was already gushing syrupy
strands down the hard shaft. I just sat there staring at the object of my
lust, wanting to dive down on it. It was perfection, 7 inches of thick, cut
cock. I'd seen it limp before, but in all its glory it was awesome. David
mistook my reaction for puritanical shock.

"Come on Little Bro, don't be a wuzz, you know you want to. Whip it out and
beat it. It really feels good and it's gonna feel even better pretty soon,"
giving a nervous laugh.

With a show of great reluctance I removed my shirt, tugged down my sweats
and took my own needy meat into hand, an pumping it slowly. I knew David,
like me, was teetering right on the verge. I wanted to see the full effect
of his impending orgasm on my him and didn't want my own ecstasy preventing
that.

David turned his attention back to the TV screen. "Don't you wish she was
here to do that to us?

I turned from staring at his cock to the movie. Some blond chick was down
on her knees while two guys, who you could only see from the waist down,
were standing on either side of her poking her in the mouth with their
boners.

I sent up a trial balloon. "At this minute I'd settle for almost anybody
who'd let us do that."

"I hear you. I'd give my left nut for a good hummer right about now."

OK I know you're thinking this is were I make his wish come true and go
down on him, but that ain't how it happened. I still thought it was too
soon.  Mayve I was too cautious, but I was content to settle for seeing him
blow his load followed by my own release.

David was getting close. He had his eyes screwed shut giving me the
opportunity to just plain stare. He spread his legs wide, extended his
legs, curled his toes up, let out a loud moan and shot a stream of thick
hot spoong straight up a good 8 inches. The rope of cum broke apart into
opalescent pearls and splattered back down just as another volley burst
forth. It seemed as though things were moving in slow motion, I was able to
take everything in. I looked at David's face, it was distorted with the
look of someone enduring more pleasure than he could stand. A third gusher
was just erupting, I couldn't take any more, I fell back against the
cushion, closed my eyes, opened my mouth and let loose with a deep grunt
just as my own load propelled its way up my shaft to freedom. It must have
arched high because a thick glob fell right on my tongue. Instinctively I
savored it, letting it slide around on my tongue, taking in its musky
flavor.

"That's fucking gross dude."

The sound of his voice brought me instantly out of my sexual reverie. It
was a vulnerable moment, I'd let down my guard and I'd fucked up. The worst
thing you can do under circumstances like that is to become defensive. I
took control and looked straight at him.

"You mean you've never tasted yourself?" This had the desire effect.

"No. What's surprising about that?"

"It's just that it's a part of you, an important part. There's nothing
dirty about it, it's pure protein, made by your own body. Shit you expect
the person you love to drink it, but you think it's gross? That's fucked
up. Besides it taste pretty good."

"Yeah? What's it taste like?"

"It's hard to describe, it's like no other taste I can think of. The first
time it's kinda funky, but it grows on you. I don't know, try some of
yours, there's plenty of it."

"I don't know. . ."

"Oh go ahead," I urged.

"No, I think I'll pass. Maybe next time." That was enough, I'd gotten
myself out of the weird zone in his mind.

"So whadaya think? It wasn't so bad," he said referring to our jerk off
session.

"OK, I'll admit it, it was fucking great."

David smiled, "better get us some paper towels before we stain something."

That was it for that night. We shut off the VCR and went to bed. The rest
of the weekend was spent with no mention of sex of any sort.

The last day of camp David asked me if I'd like to spend a few days with
him at his folks' lakeside cabin in the Berkshires. It took me a nanosecond
to accept the invitation. I knew this was it.

We left on the following Wednesday morning. It took usabout three hours to
get there, arriving about noon. We approached the cabin down a long, winding
dirt driveway which opened onto a broad clearing at the center of which
stood the rustic cabin, about 1000 feet up slope from an azure mountain
lake. The perfect setting for a seduction. From the property you could see
no sign of life. The closest neighbor on the lake was more than a quarter
of a mile away. Unless in a boat there was no way anyone could see onto the
property. David told me it wasn't likely there'd be anyone around during
the week at this time of year. Once you got past Labor Day people only came
up for weekends.

The cabin itself was simple but comfortable. There was a loft bedroom with
two double beds where David and I would sleep. Besides the loft and a small
bathroom it was really only one room, with the kitchen taking up about one
quarter of the space, a sitting area and a table with benches occupying the
remaining space. There was a television and a VCR, but David explained that
there was no reception and no cable we were limited to tapes. That was fine
with me. There was quite a collection of good movies on the shelf and I
suspected that David had brought a couple of pornos from his private stash.
If he hadn't I'd packed one I'd snuck out of my Dad's collection.

We opened all the windows to air out the place, unpacked our things, put
away the food and within 30 minutes were down on the small pier which
jutted out into the lake a good 20 feet. The air was warm, the sky clear,
David sat next to me as we both dangled out legs over the end of the pier.
David reached into his shirt pocket, pulling out a fat joint.

"Time to kick back and mellow out, care to join me."

"Sure," I replied with more enthusiasm than called for.

"I didn't take you long to become a head."

"Fuck you, you corrupted me."

"Yeah right, like I shoved it in your mouth and made you suck it down."

A totally different image suddenly came to mind and I could feel myself
getting a chubby. "I sure am glad there's nobody around, if somebody heard
what you just said they'd think I was blowing you."

He stared at me strangely for a moment and then realized what he'd
said. "Yeah I wish," he laughed, "but there's nobody around."

That comment made my chub swell up a little more so I made a suggestion.
"Why don't we go for a swim?"

He looked at me with amused malice. "Sure if you want. You ever swim in a
mountain lake before?"

"No. Why are there sharks?"

"No worse, the water's so cold your balls will climb up to under your
chin."

It wasn't my balls I was hoping to have under my chin, I thought, but said,
"if you can take it, I can take it."

"OK big man, let's go."

"OK," I said as I got up and turned toward the cabin.

"Where you goin'" he was already shucking off his sneakers.

"To get my bathing suit," I replied while he hoisted his tee shirt above
his head revealing his tight washboard chest. I was going to have a full
bone before long.

"You turn suddenly shy? I told you nobody's around, I've seen everything
you have to show and then some. We don't need suits, just strip, we'll jump
in from here." He was already kicking off his shorts. Now totally naked, he
turned and dove off the end of the pier.

I was out of my things and cannon balling (in hopes of concealing my
semi-hard) to a point just next to him. I hit the water and went into
instant shock. It was like submersing yourself in a pool of ice cubes. My
dick shrunk up in a heart beat; my balls, while not exactly under my chin,
had retreated in far enough to leave me with only a shriveled bag of skin
hanging where they'd been.

When I came up for air David was laughing hysterically. I lunged at him,
grabbing him by the shoulders, trying to gain enough leverage to dunk him
under.

"Hey no fair," he spurted "I warned you."

I pushed down, but he was to quick, he took me by the waist, pulling me
toward him. I couldn't push him under without taking myself with him. I
struggled to break away from him, but his hands were too strong. Suddenly
we were groin to groin, his cock pressed tightly against mine. The reaction
for me was electric. Despite the icy water I could feel the blood rushing
into my shaft, I felt light headed, I had to get away or he'd surely
notice. I pushed away from him, ducking under the water just long enough to
regain my composure and break the moment.

When I resurfaced, David was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly I felt a pair of
hands around my ankles as I was dragged under. We horsed around like that
for the next 20 minute and exhausted, climbed back up on the pier,
stretched out naked letting the sun dry and warm our naked skin. We both
fell asleep. The sun was already at the tree line when I awoke. David was
still asleep, his fat cock draped over his meaty balls. It wasn't exactly
hard, but it was definitely plumped up. I barely had the self-control to
resist the urge to swallow it, but I told myself that before the night was
out I'd drink everything I could milk from it.

I reached out and grabbed the big toe of his left foot and shook it.

"Wha, wha the fu. . .what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, it just getting late. I think we'd better go up to the
cabin."

"Yeah sure."

He got up and stretched, I did the same. We picked up our things and, still
naked, headed up to the cabin. Once inside David tossed his clothes on one
of the sofas with me following his lead. He made no effort to dress,
neither did I. So we spent the next hour naked and preparing supper. We'd
decided that while we were away we'd live by the sun, going to bed early
and getting up at first light, on the theory we'd be able to have more
fun. My only worry of the moment was popping a boner, but guys did that
every once in awhile, so even if I did it wouldn't be the end of the world.

To celebrate our first night we were having lasagna which Lloyd's Mom had
made for us, tossed salad, garlic bread, a bottle of Italian wine and angel
food cake, again compliments of his Mom.

"So," I asked, "what exciting things are we doing tonight?"

"Well after dinner I figured we'd get stoned, kick back and watch a movie
and. . .if you're interested I brought along a couple of movies from my
private collection."

"Sounds good to me. I brought one of my own, or I should say one of my
Dad's, I snuck it out of the back of his closet."

"Won't he miss it?"

"I hope not, he has over a 100, I doubt he'll miss one."

"What's it about?"

"I dunno, I just grabbed one, it's called "Having it Both Ways," I've never
seen it, I think its one he bought just awhile ago."

Of course I knew exactly what the plot was, after all I'd jerked off
watching it often enough. It was about two best friends who are in love
with the same girl. To complicate matters, she can't make up her mind
between the two of them. This leads to a couple of hot scenes where each of
the two guys gets it on hot and heavy with her, but never together. Then
the chick's in a bad automobile accident and barely survives, as it is
she's going to have to be in the hospital several weeks. Anyway the two
guys are real shook up about almost loosing her and even hornier because
their sex partner is laid up. To make a long story short, they end up
sucking and fucking each other and when the girlfriend gets out of the
hospital they go off to threesome heaven.

"We'll watch yours tonight and save mine for later, how's that sound."

"Fine with me." I was already making wood.  The food was great and the wine
had us buzzing before either of us took the first toke. By the time we'd
finished watching Jaws we were totally wasted. David put thr movie I'd
brought in the VCR.

We were both sitting on a sofa, him on the right me on the left, a cushion
between us. David settled back down and lit our fifth joint of the evening,
not that we needed it. We both developed full and swaying hardons during
the first sex loop with the girl and the blond guy. Half way through the
second loop of the girl with the red headed dude we were both slowly
stroking and gushing precum. Then the third loop came on. David didn't
react to it, just kept half jerking himself, I don't think he saw where
things were going until the red head leaned over and swallowed his blonde
buddy's pole."

"What the fuck's this about?"

I was a little apprehensive, but I noticed he hadn't stopped watching the
screen or stroking his meat. "Must be a bi-sexual movie. You want me to
stop it?" I asked.

"No, I'm a little curious, let's see where it goes, how 'bout you?"

"Me, I'm horny enough so I don't need a movie."

"Cool, I always wondered how it was with two guys getting it on. It weird,
but it's still sexy kinda."

We continued watching and continued stroking off. At least he wasn't turned
off.

After a couple of minute he asked, "would you ever do something like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like let some dude eat your meat."

"I don't know, maybe, if I was horny, if I liked the dude. I don't know. It
all depends on the circumstances. I can't say it could never happen under
any circumstances. Like if I was in jail. How about you David. Could you
get off on some guy blowing you?"

"Well I never thought about it before, but I guess so. Like you say if the
circumstances were right. After all a blow job's a blow job." He nodded
toward his cock. I glanced down at it. It was rock hard and throbbing, a
steady stream of precum running down the shaft lubricating David's hand as
it moved up and down. "I probably wouldn't turn one down right now for
example."

"Are you asking me to blow you?" I asked with just enough shocked humor in
my voice to turn the conversation into a joke if retreat became necessary.

Instantly the air in the cabin was thick with sexual tension.

"If I dared you, would you help a buddy out?" His expression was totally
serious.

"Are you daring me?"

He turned toward me, resting his back against the arm of the sofa. He
brought his left leg up against the back of the sofa, leaving his right
foot on the floor. He grabbed his rampant piece and pointed it at me. "Come
and get it, I dare you."

Neither of us was joking now, but I think he was surprised by the speed
with which I propelled myself forward.  Before he could have second
thoughts I was lying across the sofa on my stomach, my head in his crotch
and his massive member buried deep down my throat.

I raised my eyes enough to see in his face a mixture of disbelief and raw
lust, with the latter winning out.  He threw his head back and began
pumping his hips in time with the up and down motions of my head. He was
totally mine and I gave him the best I had. I made love to his cock with
all the passion my pent-up hunger produced. I ran my tongue over the
sensitive underside of his meat while my lips and mouth worshipped my
phallic idol. I paid particular attention to the meaty head of the beast,
sending electrical charges through my stud-bud's body. He was moaning and
groaning, pistoning himself in and out through my lips, trembling in
anticipation of his impending release. With all the skill I'd acquired I
brought him to the brink over and over, backing off at the last possible
moment, driving him wild. Finally he could stand it no longer.

"Let me cum, PLEASEEEE, I'm gonna explode if you don't. You're killin' me."

I brought him to the brink one more time and again backed off. He opened
his mouth letting loose with a mournful sound.  I took pity, moving back
down on him until my nose was buried in his thick bush, I let loose with
all of my very best techniques. His body tensed rock ridge stiff, I felt
the meat in my mouth swell, he roared and blasted four, five, six thick
globs of his molten seed. I savored and swallowed every drop. He was
reduced to a whimpering blob, drained completely of his essence and
energy. I slowly licked his shaft and cleaned his head gently with my
tongue, bringing him down slowly, letting the hardness dissolve until I
released his totally limp dick.

Once he'd recovered some he looked at me in amazement. "Wow man, that was
awesome. I thought you'd chicken out, I sure am glad you didn't. Where did
you learn to suck cock like that?"

"Just came naturally I guess."

"I didn't expect you'd do it. I was goofin' on ya,. but wow! What was it
like? Sucking cock, I mean?"

"Not bad, kinda sexy actually. Your cum tastes different than mine, but
still good. I actually got off knowing I was gettin' you off. It's hard to
explain. But right now I need to shoot a load of my own real bad, so if you
don't mind..."

He stared at me for a moment, not sure what I meant. When I sat up and
started beating myself off he seemed to relax.

"I thought maybe you expected me to return the favor. I don't really think
I could, but. . .if you want me to give you a hand job I will. It's the
best I can offer. Want me to?"

Who was I to argue. Actually I would have been totally bummed if he'd gone
down on me, sort of destroys the whole point of doing straight trade. But a
straight buddy helping out with a friendly hand job is permissible. I sat
back while he fisted me. He was pretty good at it, had a good rhythm down,
but it wouldn't have mattered anyway. I was so horned up that it only took
him a couple of strokes before I'd blasted his hand with a slick coating of
my cum.

The next couple of days were filled with swimming, canoeing and cock
sucking. I sucked him off while we were sunning ourselves on the pier; I
sucked him off on my knees while he leaned against a tree, while we were
hiking; I sucked him off in the shower; on the last morning there I woke
him up sucking his cock and got two loads before I let him out of bed.

David went off to college a week later, but whenever he came home on break
I knew I'd have more than my fair share of before he'd return to school.
Then there was summer, actually three succeeding summers. I had him at
least once and as many as five time a week during those summers. I still
see David at least once a year, whenever he visits his folks. He's married
with three kids and he's a captain in the Marine Corps. Yes, whenever we
get together I still give him what he calls the best blow job in the world.


Part II

David was the best seduction of my teenage years. Lloyd was the best of my
adult life (at least so far). First let me explain that I'm now an alcohol
and drug rehab counselor (I know what you're thinking, but I never use hard
drugs, just a little grass when necessary, and I only drink socially).
Lloyd checked into the facility where I work during my first year there. At
the time he was a 16 year old, out of control kid, hooked on both booze and
coke. In appearance and attitude he was the type of straight guy to whom I
was most attracted, a tough, lower middle class, cocky punk. His body type
was perfect, much like David's. He was a beefy, little guy with a killer
body of solid muscle. Curly blond hair, big dark blue eyes and a face of
pure innocent beauty which belied the reality.

He had a magnetic personality. That, combined with his looks, insured that
he received my total attention. Don't get me wrong, I'd never fuck around
with a client, not to mention the fact he was under age, but I was
attracted to him. If I'd met him on the street and if he'd been 18 I'd have
tried to score with him. As it was he became my special favorite, while he
was there. I did all I could help him straighten himself out. Luckily he
was one of our success stories. He'd been emotionally rather than
physically dependent on the substances he'd chosen to abuse. That's easier
to deal with. We got him dried out, stable and hooked up with good
counselling on the outside. When I did the one year review on him he'd
stayed clean, was holding a job and dating a nice girl. That was the last
time I saw him, for the next six years. I didn't even bump into to him on
the street or the grocery store. You can understand my surprise when I
opened my door and saw him standing there. The years had only increased his
good looks and sex appeal. He'd developed from a pretty boy into a ruggedly
handsome man.

I'd decided to redo the wallpaper in my living room and bedroom. I'd been
lucky enough to fine some really expensive paper at a close out sale and
now only had to find someone to hang it. Rather than hire some costly
professional from the yellow pages I decided to take a chance and find
someone who was more of a handyman through the newspaper's classifieds. I
found one which advertised "low rates, top quality," that sounded good to
me and I dialed the number listed. A woman answered and said that her
husband did the work, but only on evenings or weekends. I told her that
would be fine and made an appointment for her husband to come over to
estimate the job. That's how Lloyd came to be standing at my front door.

"Mr. Briscoe, I can't fuckin' believe it's you."

"Lloyd!! Lloyd, so good to see you. How've you been."

"Good.  Very good, thanks to you."

"I just helped, you did all the hard work. Don't stand there come in."

With no hesitation he stepped forward giving me a manly bear hug.  As I
returned the embrace, a jolt of electricity coursed through my body, this
hunk was on my list and he wasn't jail bait any more.

"Sit down and tell me what's going on in your life."

I learned that he worked for a home decorating company as a wallpaper
hanger. He supplemented his income by moonlighting as a free lancer. He'd
been married 3 years and had a year old son. He'd kept it together the
whole six years, saying he was sure he'd never loose it again, no matter
how bad things got. I detected a hint that not everything in was perfect,
but decided not to push. . .at least not at that point.

Lloyd took measurements, looked at the paper I'd purchased, did some
calculations and said, "well I'd normally charge 200 bucks for a job like
this, but seenin' as it's you I'll do it for a 100 and a couple of good
meals."

"It's a deal." I'd have agreed to $400 and three meals a day.

"The wife and kid are going out of town this weekend, to her parents in
Pennsylvania, so if it won't put you out I could do the job on Saturday and
Sunday. I shouldn't have any trouble finishing the job in two full days."

"Not a problem. And," I added off handily "if it would be easier can sleep
over in the guest room."

He thought a moment and said "that's cool, it would save time, I might even
finish up in a day and a half."

So it was set. Lloyd would arrive 8:00 Saturday morning and not leave until
the job was done. I wasn't counting on getting him that first weekend. I
might be able to pull it off , but if not I'd lay the foundation. It was
enough to keep me hard and horny for much of the next three days.

By the time Lloyd arrived on Saturday morning I'd moved all the living room
furniture to the center of the room and had put up all the breakables. I
was dressed in running shorts and a tee shirt with bare feet when I opened
the door. He had on high tops, a tank top and cutoffs tight enough to leave
little to the imagination. He held his tool bag in on hand and an gym bag
in the other.

"Looks like you've been busy," he said as he came through the door.

"Figured I give you a head start." I pointed toward the guest room, "you
can put your things in there. I've got chores to do, so I won't get in you
way."

I put in a load of wash then headed for the grocery store. I didn't want to
spend much time fussing about dinner so I bought a couple of New York strip
steaks, with the fixings for that night's meal. The more contented a guy is
the easier it is to get him to sprout a woody and once he's sporting wood
it doesn't take a whole lot of effort to talk him into letting you solve
his hardest problem.

By the time I got back to the house Lloyd had finished with one wall of the
living room. The paper looked even better hung than on the roll. Speaking
of hung, Lloyd had taken off his shirt and the high tops, only the skimpy
cutoffs stood between him and totally nudity. Though they barely hidithe
contents of the hefty basket he carried high and out from his crotch. I was
tempted to just go up to him and grab a handful, but instead I forced
myself to continue with the laundry and clean the bathroom.

At lunch time I made us each a tuna sandwich with a tall glass of freshly
brewed ice tea. He really didn't want to take a break, but I insisted. He
ate while perched on the top of his step ladder, while I sat on the
recliner in the middle of the room. He held his legs wide open giving me a
perfect shot up the left leg of his shorts. He wasn't wearing underwear and
there was no doubt that what I was looking at was the one eyed head of his
fat cock. He was chatting away about nothing in particular, I let him do
all the talking, hardly able to concentrate on anything but what I wanted
to do with him. Thankfully lunch didn't last more than 15 minutes and the
show was over.

By 4:30 the living room was finished and looked great. He worked fast and
did a great job. There was hardly any mess to clean up. Lloyd helped me
move all the furniture back in place and by 5:30 you wouldn't have known a
major project had been done. Lloyd was ready to start in the bedroom, but I
absolutely refused to allow that. I didn't want him totally burnt out.

"I think we've both done enough work for today. Let's relax, have a good
meal and then kick back ."

"OK, I can't argue with that. Do you mind if I take a shower, I'm a little
ripe," he said sniffing at one of his pits.  "There are clean towels on the
bathroom rack. I'll follow as soon as you're finished, then you can help me
with dinner, I bought us a couple of steaks."

"Steak? Don't get that too often, sounds great," he was grinning as he
headed toward the bathroom.

While he was in the shower I busied myself making a tossed salad. I'd just
finished when he came around the corner wearing nothing a bath towel around
his waist. The soft fabric revealing that the bulge in his cutoffs had been
there for a valid reason.

"Bathroom's all yours. Anything I can do while your in the shower?"

"You can start the charcoal going if you want, everything you'll need is
out on the patio."

"OK, but I'd better put something on first."

"Not a bad idea."

"Though I wouldn't mind being a nudist. I always go around bare-assed at
home," he said as he headed toward the guest room.

"I don't mind you doing that here, if you want., but not on the patio. No
privacy and too many nosey neighbors."

I standing at the end of the hall and when he heard my statement he dropped
the towel just as he turned into the room, but not before giving me a full
view of his high tight ass.  It was absolutely made for good eatin'.

I walked into the bathroom and by the time I'd shut the door and shucked my
clothes I was as hard as steel.  I looke down, spotting his cutoffs clumped
in a pile in the corner behind the door. I picked them up to my face with
my nose to the nside of the crotch. I inhaled deeply, the aroma of his
musky manhood overwhelming my senses. My cock grew harder still, I had to
have him. It took a monumental act of willpower not to fist my shaft, but I
resisted. I plotted out the evening in my mind while letting the hot water
work its calming effect during an extra long shower. After drying off, I
wrapped a towel around my waist, headed toward my bedroom. I picked up my
clothes, but left his cutoffs where he'd left them.

By the time I walked out on the patio the charcoal was beginning to whiten
and Lloyd, now wearing nothing but a pair of silky running shorts was
sitting back soaking up the last rays of sunshine still streaming onto the
patio.

"Would you like another ice tea?" I asked him.

"I'd rather have a beer, if you don't mind."

I was surprised, both my expression and tone showing it, "no not at all,
sure, it's just that I er. . . thought you, ah, didn't drink any more."

"I stayed totally clean until about a year ago. After discussing it with my
counselor I decided that I was under control and could handle an occasional
beer or wine or even pot. I've had all three over the past year and well I
haven't lost it. And believe me if I was gonna the past year would have
done it."

I took in and processed all this before saying, "that's great Lloyd, I was
sure you were emotionally dependent, this would tend to prove it." I was
thinking that my goal was now within easy reach; alcohol and grass being
two of the best tools at a seducers disposal. "But what do you mean about
the past year?" I continued.

"I don't think we should talk about it," he said seriously "I'm not here
for therapy and it's your day off."

"Don't be silly. I'm interested in you, I want to see you continue to
succeed."

"Well maybe it would help if I talked to you, but would you mind if we
waited until after we eat. I don't want to ruin a good meal."

"Of course, whatever you want."

Dinner was outstanding.  The steaks were done to perfection.  We also did
in a six pack between us.  After we'd cleaned up Lloyd went to take a piss
and when he returned he'd taken me at my word and was totally naked.  I was
stunned. If he'd been close to masculine perfection in just his cut offs,
there removal and the addition of a thick, totally limp six inches of thick
tube steak draped over two egg sized balls put him way over the top. I'm
afraid I was standing there staring at him with my mouth hanging open.

"You don't mind, you said. . . I can put something on if this bothers you."

"No don't be silly, it's just that you took me a little by surprise.  No,
I'm cool with it. I'm even tempted to join you."

"That would be way too cool. Why don't you?"

"Why not?"  With no futher ado I was out of my clothes and as naked as he
in a matter of seconds.

"So," I asked, "do you want to talk?"

"I guess, I need to get it off my chest and I know you'll give me feed
back. My counsellor rarely does, always wants me to figure it out for
myself."  I sat on the sofa while motioning him into the recliner which was
facing the sofa catty corner.  I stretched my legs out on the coffee table
and put my legs together to give me some cover if I threw a boner, which
was entirely possible."

"I don't know where to start.  Sorry I'm really a little nervous, even
after three brews.  Wish I had a little pot to chill me down."

"I can handle that request," I said.

It was his turn to looked shocked, but he broke into a happy grin. "That's
really cool, a dope counselor who smokes, fuckin' great man."

I walked into the kitchen and opened the cookie jar where I kept my stash
hidden among the Oreos.  I brought out my favorite bong from under the
sink.  I returned to the living room and sat on the floor right at his feet
and proceeded to fill the bong with a hit of dope.  I held the bong up to
him and lit it for him while he took in as much smoke as he could.  Once
he'd exhaled he did the same for me.  We each took about four or five hits
before he sank back in the chair. I remained seated on the floor looking up
at him as he launched into his story.

"The truth is my marriage is fucked up. It started about a month before the
baby was born. Lisa, that's my wife, got completely turned off to sex. At
first it didn't bother me. I mean OK, I understood, being as big as she was
and with the baby inside her, that was cool, I just jerked off and she'd
watch and that got me off, fine. Then six weeks after Tory was born the
doctor said no sex, so I was cool with it, I kept beating my meat, even
though Lisa didn't wanna watch no more. OK, fine.  The six weeks come and
go, still nothin'. I'm still pullin' it and Lisa's actin' like she some
virgin. Mr. Briscoe, I ain't fucked my wife in over a year."

I thought Lloyd might start crying at any moment. I was both turned on by
the possibilities his story offered and saddened at his pain. On one hand I
wanted to take him in my arms to comfort him; on the other I wanted to go
down on him, giving him the relief he so obviously needed.

He was vulnerable, too vulnerable. I do have ethics in my hunt, I don't
strike when a guy can't really defend himself. He's got to want it, not
exactly ask for it, but he's got to be seduced not taken advantage of.

I reached out and grabbed his bare left foot, giving it a warm squeeze.
"Relax Lloyd, these sort of things happen all the time, they can be worked
out. And call me Tom."  He smiled at me. "OK Tom, what am I supposed to
do. I love my wife, at least I think I do, but a guy's got certain needs
and what am I suppose ta do?"

"Have you had sex outside the marriage?"

"No, I've been tempted, but Lisa got me to promise that I'd never touch
another woman and so far I've kept my word."

"Is she in therapy?"

"She refuses to go. She says she loves me, she just hates the thought of
sex to the point that she wants to throw up. At first my therapist said it
was because some women freak out at the pain of having a baby and are
afraid to get pregnant again, but she won't let me fuck her in the ass,
which she used to love and she won't blow me and nobody gets knocked-up
those ways."

I had to laugh and even Lloyd cracked a smile at that. "OK, Lloyd you've
got a major problem how you gonna solve it?"

"I don't know, I only have bad choices. I could say put out or get out, but
then I loose my kid. I could fuck around with some chick, but if I get
caught I loose my kid. I could let things go on like they are and keep my
kid, but then my sex life becomes my hand. It's totally fucked."

"I agree, it is." He looked surprised that I agreed with him. "But I'm
certain you can find a solution and I'll be happy to help, if I can."

"Anything you can do for me would be great."

"Like always, you have to do it, I can only help."

"What do you suggest?"

"Have you thought about a hooker, you know a quick $20 blow job no and
then."

"Too risky. I'm afraid of getting busted or worse getting a disease.
Besides I need it at least three or four times a week and I can't afford
that much money.  Besides I did promise Lisa I'd never touch another
woman."

"Well that's your answer then," I said it with a chuckle to give myself an
out.

"What answer?"

"Find yourself some good cock sucker.  You won't be touching another woman
and it won't cost anything."

"Are you serious?"

"It's not a question of me being serious, it's you we're talking about.  To
me there isn't any such thing as bad sex between to willing adults.  If you
get off with some guy blowing you and he gets off doing it, what's the
harm.  It's all in the mind.  If you mind then it's wrong for you. If you
don't then it's cool for you.  My opinion as nothing to do with it. Sex is
a totally personal thing.  What's good for me may be bad for you and vice
versa."

"Yeah, I see what you mean. But I'm not too cool about letting some dude
toot my whistle. I mean I'm not gay or anything."

"The last time I checked getting sucked off didn't make a guy gay.  Outside
of your head what difference does it make if its a woman or a guy doing it
to you? I agree it would make a difference if you were doing the sucking,
but that's not what were talking about here.  There's all kinds of sexual
activity. Some people try all of it, others only a few of the many
available.  It's totally up to the individual. All I'm saying it's one
possibility, there are others.  If you're not getting it at home and you
don't want to end your marriage your going to have to come up with an
alternative that's acceptable to you or settle for masturbation for the
rest of your life.  The choice is yours."

"Mine and little Willie here. He sometimes has a mind of his own."  He
nodded toward his crotch where is cock was standing straight up a good
eight or nine inches.  My eyes widened and I gasped involuntarily."

"I don't see why your wife turns that thing down," I said laughing, trying
to deflect his attention to my reaction."

"Yeah well, she does.  I can't take it any more. I jerked off this morning,
I jerked off in the shower before supper and the fuckers loaded and ready
to go again. I got have more than just my fist."

There was a long silence.  Lloyd was holding onto his cock, giving it a few
small strokes while I stared at it.  Precum was oozing out the slit giving
the large head a varnished look.  I licked my lips unconsciously.

"Mr. Briscoe, er . . .Tom, can I ask you something real personal?"

"We're sitting here naked, you with a hard on and me with one growing and
you ask if you can ask me something personal?  Shoot?"

"Are you gay?"

To be honest with you I hadn't anticipated the question, but I'm good, I
didn't miss a beat."

"Yes I am. Does that bother you?"

"I thought you might be.  No, it doesn't bother me."

"Lloyd?'

"Yes?"

"Would you like me to?"

"Yes."

The word was barely out of his lips before I was kneeling between his
legs. I reached out, taking his rigid pole in my right hand. He leaned his
head against the back of the chair, closing his eyes in anticipation of
what was about to happen. I held his cock out and lowered my head. I lapped
out with my tongue and captured a large drop of precum which was poised on
the tip of the circumcised head. A tremor coursed through his body as I
took him all. I feasted on him. I caressed every inch of his tender man
flesh with my lips and tongue. I drove him to the brink of ecstasy
repeatedly.  I pleasured him like he hadn't been pleasured in months. He
took hold of the back of my head with his big hard hands steadying it as he
drilled himself in and out of my throat. We went crazy with sexual passion
and desire. His need was overwhelming, matching my hunger. Suddenly his
body went as stiff as the huge slab of meat locked and swelled in my
throat, his ass lifted off the chair as he tried to force more of himself
into me. He screemed as as volley after volley of his spunk bathed my
throat, then backed up to fill my mouth. I gulp greedily, fearing I'd miss
one drop. He relaxed, collapsing back into the cushions, still I held him,
laving his shaft, trying to bring him down to earth gently.

I expected to feel the monster subside, to grow limp between my lips, but
instead it kept its hardness, losing none of its size. I'd not had enough
so I was happy to continue for as long as he could stand it. To my surprise
he didn't push me away. Instead as time went on he began to match the
movements of my mouth with a slow thrusting of his hips. The little stud
was going to go for seconds and I was more than willing. The second time
took about three times longer, was less frenzied, but we were rewarded by
as much pleasure from that second helping as from the first. My ultimate
reward, another incredible load of his precious man juice.

Finally with nothing left to give he removed himself.  "That was
devastatingly awesome, man. I've had my share of blow jobs, but nothin'
like this. Man, if I'd known I sure wouldn't have waited this long to try
it. God do you know how to smoke a guy's pole."

Lloyd's and Lisa's sex life is about the same, but they're still together.
Lloyd says our "therapy" sessions two or three times a week help. So for
you uptight guys out there don't deprive yourselves of one of a gay man's
greatest pleasures: the seduction and servicing of straight guys. It sure
is worth the trouble.