Date: Sun, 7 Oct 2007 23:18:39 -0700
From: BluEyeZ <blueyezslc@yahoo.com>
Subject: Can I see yours?

"Damn, it's cold"

I was at Portland International waiting for the MAX light rail to
arrive.  It was just a few days past the New Year and I was coming
home from a trip to Phoenix to see my best friend.  With my carry-on
in one hand, and my latest art acquisition in the other, I was eager to
get home, strip naked and warm up by the fire.

I boarded and leaned against a wall.  With all the New Year's
travelers on their way home, the car was standing room only.  I looked
around at the other passengers, not really caring about any of them.
One guy caught my eye, wearing fitted jeans and a blue v-neck sweater.
 I could hear the thump-thump of his music over his headphones, and
knew he was oblivious to the world.  The train made its way west
toward my station in the suburbs, stopping occasionally to disgorge
passengers along its way.

The guy in the sweater started looking in my direction.  It wasn't
really a cruising stare; but he was certainly interested in something.

"Where did you get that?"

"Oh, the painting?"

"Yeah, isn't that that famous painting by that one guy?"

"Starry Night by Van Gogh?  Sorta, it's a cheap reproduction that I
picked up at a mall in Scottsdale"

Hey, I like art, but I'm cheap.

"Oh, that's cool.  Hey, do you know which bus goes down Hall Blvd?"

"Umm, not really."

"Oh, okay.  It's my first time on this thing, and I don't really know
where to go from my stop"

"Oh, well, Hall isn't too far from my place.  Just take the bus with
me when I get off and we'll grab my car"

"You'd do that?  That's really cool, man."

Most people don't believe me, but hooking up with this guy was pretty
far from my mind.  I thought he was cute, but I don't exactly try to
pick up every cute guy I see.  I'm just a nice guy who remembers what
it's like not to know your way around.  Okay, yeah, a small part of me
was hoping we'd hook up.

It was bitterly cold at the bus station.  Portland was headed into one
of the worst winters on record, and in only 24 hours all roads,
schools, and most businesses would be completely shut down from the
snow and ice.  I'd just come from Phoenix and was NOT dressed for cold
weather.  He'd come from spending time in Los Angeles with his fiancee
and didn't have a lot of layers on either.  We bitched about the cold
until the bus finally arrived.  It wasn't much warmer on board, but we
didn't have far to go.  From the bus stop, we rushed to my car, hopped
in and cranked the heat.  DAMN it felt good.

We chatted about nothing on the way to his house, and when we got
there he asked, "Would you like to come in for a beer?  It's the least
I can do to thank you."  I'm not really a beer drinker, and said no at
first, but the horny part of me told me to take one for the team.  It
had been a LONG weekend without sex.

Coming into his tiny apartment, I could tell two decorating styles had
clashed.  He had the standard bachelor stuff, and his fiancee was
trying to "help", but it looked like a Pier One had shit all over a
college dorm room.

Scary.

He grabbed our beers, lit a cigarette and pulled a small bag from his
pocket.  "Oh great," I thought, "I'm really not in the mood to deal
with cigarette AND pot smoke."  From the bag he pulled his stash, and
started sprinkling a white powder on a mirror.  I'd guess it was
cocaine, but I'm not exactly into that sort of thing.

"Do you want a snort?"

"Um, no, thanks."

"So, what do you do for work?"

"I'm a computer geek for a local software company.  Yourself?"

"I work at a jeweler down at Washington Square.  Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Uh, no. I'm gay."

He snorted the line.  "Oh, that's cool.  I've got some gay friends.
Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Eh, I'm not sure what to call it.  We haven't seen each other for a
few weeks, so I guess we're not dating anymore, but we haven't had
that particular talk yet"

"Well, you're a cute guy, I'm sure you'll find someone soon enough."

"I hope so, it's been ages since I've had any action"

"Too bad, I bet you're a big guy?"

Say what? "Uh...what?"

"I look at you and imagine you've got a big dick," he said.

"I do okay, it's not as big as some others I've seen."

"How big is it?"

I was kinda weirded out and intrigued at the same time.  Why the hell
was he interested in my dick? "Ummm...about 7x5"

"Are you cut?"

"Yeah, are you?"

"Nah, my parents let me keep it."

"Ah, that's cool."

"Can I see yours?"

Hell yes, but only if we're going to move this a bit further than just
showing each other like kids on a playground.  "Only if I can see
yours."

"Well, it's kinda small when it's soft."

It certainly wasn't soft anymore.  I told him, "Then get it hard and pull
it out."

"Let me go take a shower first."  Grrr.  Fine.  Straight men are so
weird when it comes to sex.  You're obviously interested, so just get
naked and we'll get to business.

He came out, wrapped in a towel. "Okay, now show me your dick."  I
pulled out my mostly hard dick.  His eyes went wide.  Either he didn't
expect me to actually do it, he hadn't seen a dick as big as mine, or
both.  "Can I touch it?"

"Sure.  Just take your towel off first."  He dropped the towel,
showing off his thin, hairless body with an oddly bushy treasure trail
of fire red hair leading down to his crotch.  He was TOTALLY hot, and
his dick was starting to get hard.  He reached out and fondled my
dick, bringing me the rest of the way to hard as steel and dripping.
"Do you like what you see?"

"Yeah, sorry I'm not as big as you"

"That's just fine.  Come sit next to me."  He sat down and we started
stroking each other.  I've jerked off with guys countless times, but
the spontaneity, the fact that I never thought I'd be in a situation
like this turned me on to a level I've never reached before.  He asked
if I wanted to watch some porn, and then put in a tape that had oddly
been stored in the sleeve for Bing Crosby's "White Christmas"  What I
saw on the screen started to explain the events of the past hour.  It
was video solely of women being fucked in the ass by really hot guys.
So he's got a thing for fucking an ass, his girlfriend didn't like to
do it, and he saw an opportunity.

Or so I thought.

"Do you like getting fucked in the ass?"

Do I ever.  "Yeah, I didn't at first, but I had some good teachers
about a year ago"

"Cool.  I used to fool around with a bud of mine in high school.  One
night I let him fuck me in the ass."

"Wow, I never would have guessed.  Would you ever do that again?"

"Yeah, do you want to fuck me?"

"Yeah, that'd be hot"

"Okay, I don't have any condoms though, are you cool with that?"

"Yeah, I'm not the one getting fucked."

It didn't take much coaxing, my dick slid right into his tight ass.
He'd probably been fucking himself with a dildo all these years to be
able to take my large-ish (7x5) cock so readily.  After a few minutes
of thrusting, he shot all over his chest.  I pulled out and started
jacking off.  He walked to the bathroom and grabbed a towel to clean
himself up.  I could tell he didn't care if I came or not, but I
wanted to blow my wad watching this walking wet dream of mine.  I
asked where he wanted me to cum and he wordlessly handed me the towel.

"Typical straight guy," I thought.

After I'd finished my business, I tried to make some conversation
while we got dressed, but he was obviously done with this experience,
and didn't talk much.  I made a hasty exit.

I saw him a few times at the mall, but never did get the courage to
call him for another round.  Oh well...

******

This story is completely true, and later that day I managed to hook up
with my barber.  Anyone interested in the story?  Email me at
blueyezslc@yahoo.com