Date: Thu, 23 May 2002 12:19:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: kaiser Sosay <kysirsosay@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cock On The Brain Of A Straight Guy

By Michael Curtis

I was thinking about hard cocks again as I thumbed
through a local weekly newspaper. "WM seeks same for
movies and massage." I called and left a message. He
called and left a message. We finally met at a
convenience store close to his apartment.

I'm average looking, average height and he seemed to
fit that description as well, though he seemed a bit
older than he claimed to be. I followed him over to
his place in my car. I was both nervous and excited
for had been a long time since I did something like
this. Not since my navy days in San Diego.

Once inside the sparsely furnished apartment he went
immediately to the fridge, pulled out a couple of
beers and, for some reason, began explaining why he
placed the ad.

"I'm not gay. I just enjoy men, that's all," he said
as he handed me a beer. He was trying to make me feel
comfortable and I was trying to pretend I was. He told
me a little about his divorce; about a threesome he
had with a buddy and his wife, not his, his buddy's.

"Did that cause your divorce?" I asked as he stood up
and walked over to his entertainment center.

"What kind of movies do you like?" he asked, changing
the subject.  Standing in front of his television he
gestured to a glass cabinet full of videotapes like a
model on a game show. I shrugged my shoulders and took
a pull from my beer.

My apparent indifference was his cue to choose from
his gay selection. In popped the movie and with a
flick of the remote, three naked men appeared on the
screen, two sucking on the third's cock as they
lounged in front of a pool. My host looked to me for a
reaction and in order not to give him one, I took
another long pull from my beer.

"How would you feel about having another guy join us?"
asked my host as he settled down close to me on the
black leather sofa. This time he drank from his beer
while waiting for my response.

"Honestly? I would find it much more interesting than
this video."

"Hmmmmm." He set his beer down and looked directly at
my crotch. "So are you going to show me your cock?
Hmmmmm?"

His hand reached for my bare thigh and moved up under
my shorts, brushing my balls and finding his prize
only semi-erect.

"What's the matter?" he asked, his hand now softly
squeezing my cock, treating it like a pump that was
supposed to draw blood from my brain. From one head to
the other.

"Nothin", I muttered.

"Then take these off."

I stood up and slid my short to my ankles and kicked
them off. They landed right in front of the television
where the three men were getting into some heavy anal
action. He noticed my attention was on the television
once again and slid from the couch to his knees. I
looked down and watched him suck my cock into his
mouth. He angled it so he could watch the movie. I
just stood there and closed my eyes.

"Turn around" he whispered softly.

I did as he asked. I felt his hands on my ass, pulling
my cheeks apart. Then his breathe, then his tongue.
His right hand reached between my legs and he began
stoking my balls and my shaft. I was getting a little
bit weak-kneed from the sensations he was giving me.

"I want you to lean over the arm of the sofa."

He ordered. I obeyed. With my ass now arched up in the
air, my cock pressed against the leather. I hear him
sliding a stool across the floor. He sat down and
again spread my cheeks. I felt his tongue diving in
and out of my ass. This went on and on. I could feel
his saliva dripping down my thighs. I could also hear
him stoking his cock, which I still had not seen, at
what sounded like a blistering pace.

"Do you want me to?" he asked me. I responded as if he
had wakened me out of a deep sleep.

"I'm afraid." I said.

"Why? It'll feel good."

"I haven't seen your cock yet. Are you huge or what?"

My eyes were still closed. I didn't want to open them
and gain a sense of reality. I was on a leather sofa
about to be fucked in the ass. Am I ok with this? He
stood up, positioned his cock at my ass and rubbed the
entire shaft up and down my shaft.

"Guess", he giggled.

As he continued rubbing the head of his cock up and
down my crack I sensed it was thick shafted with a
small head. At least it wasn't huge, I thought.

"Come on", he whispered. He was drawing circles around
me asshole and the feeling was incredible. Definitely
pleasurable enough to allow him to go further.

"Ok" was all I said. Slowly, gently he pressed the tip
of his cock into my ass. It was at this time I noticed
that my own cock had gone almost completely soft. It
was pressed flat against my pelvis.

"More?"

"Yes"

He pushed further and I could feel the head trying to
push past the second sphincter. I tensed up. It had
been a long time since something this big (How big was
it?) had been pushed up my ass.

"Easy" he whispered. I thought back to the time at the
YMCA. How it was much easier for me to take a cock in
my ass if I sat on top, controlling the amount of
penetration. I decided to reach behind me and feel his
cock. I wanted to know how much more he had to give
me. He thought I wanted to stop.

"What's wrong?" he asked like a child.

"Let me feel you cock", I whispered.

"Should I pull out?"

"No! Just let me touch it." I touched his cock and
wrapped my hand around what wasn't already in my ass.
I wanted to see if it got thicker towards the base. He
still had a few more inches, but if any wider and I
was going to call this off.

"Go ahead. Just go slow", I said bringing my hand back
in front of me.

"Goooooooooooooooooood", he cooed, continuing his
short strokes. "Don't worry. I won't come in your ass.
I want come all over your ass."

I felt the front of his pelvis against my ass and
realized that he was now as deep as he could get.

"Here we go," he said as he began to withdraw in
preparation for a much longer stroke of my insides.
The slight sting was subsiding and I began to push
back against him has he pushed his cock forward. As he
moved in and out I was conscious of my cock coming
back to life. It must have been the intense prostrate
massage he was giving me.

All that masturbating he did while tonguing my ass,
along with the steady stroke he was laying on me was
bring him to the brink of orgasm. I could tell he was
loving it as his strokes were losing their rhythm. He
was now trying to last as long as possible before he
had to pull out.

"Go for it", I said between gasps. As good as it was
feeling I wanted him to come so he could back to
sucking my cock.

He took me at my word and turned into a jackhammer. My
upper body was bouncing on the sofa cushion. My ass
and cock pinned to the arm. There was almost a sense
of violence when he pulled his cock out of my ass. He
screamed as if in pain and then I felt the hot streaks
of cum landing on the back of my neck, my back. It
seemed to hit me everywhere but his intended target,
my ass.

He collapsed to his knees, his face buried in my ass.
I could feel his panting hot breath on my balls and
cock. After a moment I felt his tongue begin to tickle
the head of my cock. I could not longer stay in that
position however so I turned myself around to face
him. I began stroking my cock in front of his face and
he seemed to really enjoy this.

I closed my eyes and continued, intent on coming as
fast as possible.

"Just let me have it when you come. I want to taste
it", he whispered as if trying not to distract me from
my task. Knowing he wanted it turned me on that much
more and when I felt that tide rising I opened my eyes
and, without a word, let him know what was to come.

"That's beautiful", he exclaimed while positioning
himself closer still to the end of my cock.

I came with yell and he snatched my cock from my hands
into his mouth. It seemed like I came forever. He
swallowed and tugged on my cock, drawing every last
drop I had in me. I fell back over the arm of the sofa
and laid back, my legs dangling over the side.

"Your good," he said now standing over me.

"And you're gay", I replied back to which he smirked
and made no comment.

"My friend his tall, and his cock is huge." he said.
"I'd love to have you and him hook up."

"How huge? Fat huge or long huge?"

"Long. Very long." He was smiling as if remembering a
very good time.

"I'll think about it."

"I know you will", he said reaching down to stroke my
now soft pink cock. "You have my number."

I put my hand over his. But that was as intimate as I
wanted things to get. After all, I'm not gay either.