Date: Tue, 30 Apr 2002 18:00:45 -0400
From: polarbearbait@canoemail.com
Subject: Up a Straight Guy's Ass, Part 1 of 2

Up a Straight Guy's Ass

by Polar Bear Bait  <polarbearbait@canoemail.com>
with help from "Jeff".

The following story is fiction and contains explicit descriptions
of homosexual love-making between consenting men
18-years-old or older. If reading this is likely to offend you or
your reading of this will contravene a federal, provincial, state
or local law or bylaw, or if you are under legal age in your
jurisdiction, then you are directed to delete this now.

If you like this story, you may be interested in my previous effort,
the 7-part series, "Teenstuds in the Canadian Wilderness", posted
in September-November 2001.

While writing that story, "Jeff" (all names have been changed to
protect the guilty) began e-mailing me, and telling me about his
hot affair with a married straight man. This story is loosely
based on a true story. "Jeff" has provided me details of his
encounters. This story is a composite of these events, condensed
and enhanced for readability and eroticism.

Most importantly, "Jeff" and "Will" live in the real world where
there are sexually-transmitted diseases like AIDS, so they're not
stupid - they use condoms. The characters in this story are not
real and don't risk death when they have unsafe sex. Always
practice safe hot sex.

Part 1 of 2

My name is Jeff. I live in Nevada, outside of Las Vegas. I've been
told that I'm handsome. I'm 5'10", 155lb. I have soft, chestnut brown
hair that I wear just a little on the long side, a long, slim, kind-of-serious
face, deep brown eyes, a good strong, straight nose, and a goatee that
makes my teeth sparkle even more when I smile. I have rather thin
lips, but they have a good reddish colour to them. I keep in pretty
good shape: I'm slim and on the toned side, and I have an average-sized,
cut dick with a nice mushroom head.

I want to tell you about my fuck buddy, Will. Will's about 5'9",
probably 160 pounds. Blond wavy hair, streaked with silver, and
usually slicked back. Nice compact body. His dick is about the same
size as mine, but it's semi-cut (you know the kind where there's still
some nice foreskin left over that us "cutters" don't have?), nice big
balls. Tight ass, almost a bubble-butt.

I met Will at an adult theatre in Las Vegas. The theatre is one of
those arcade/theatre/dirty book stores. There are not many left
here in SinCity, especially with the great increase in number of
Church of Latter Day Saints types imposing their beliefs on the
rest of us. (Despite what their Church says, I've sucked and been
sucked by some devout LDS family men, and fucked some, too!
I guess what the wife and the church don't know....)

At that time, I was going to the Fantasy World arcade on a frequent
basis. This place was a duke's mixture: men, women, young, old,
hunky, funky.... The booths in the arcade had doors, with a window
to below-waist level, so you could see whatever was going on:
stroking, groping, whatever. It always amazed me, in the arcade,
to see these guys in the booths stroking their hard cocks, wide open
for anyone to see, but would get majorly pissed off if you watched
them.  The theatre had all things going, if you were lucky to hit it
at the right time. You'd see male/female couples fucking with a
third guy. Or a male/female couple "performing" while guys gathered
around and jerked off, sometimes joining in. You'd see two guys
fucking, mutual hand-jobs, guys sucking from one chair to another,
or on their knees. The action depended on the luck of the draw.

I met Will one early morning a couple of years ago when I woke
up horny and decided to see what the "going to work" crowd had
to offer.  I'd been lucky a few times at that hour (6 am), and it's
only a 5 minute drive from my house.  I sat down in one of the
theatres, where there was a couple other guys, too, but nothing
much was happening.

Will came in and sat down beside me. He had this sort of rough-hewn
look, like a cowboy, a look that turns me on. His face was tanned and
handsome, if a little weathered. He was wearing a well-worn light-brown
leather bomber jacket, faded but clean Levis, and leather cowboy boots.
The buttons of his 501s began to strain against his bulge as he watched
the action on the screen. I couldn't take my eyes off him, though.

We both were sort of groping our crotches and getting hard. I
unbuttoned my own jeans, slipped my hand into my briefs, and
pulled out my cock. Stealing glances towards his growing bulge,
I slowly stroked my cock to a full erection.

My new friend followed my lead, pulling his thickening prong out
of his briefs, a thin, glistening stream of pre-come trailing from the
tip of his dick to his briefs. It took only a few strokes before he was
fully erect. His hard-on was a beauty, perfectly shaped, hard and
proudly standing out from his crotch. I had to have a taste, and leaned
over and licked the pinkish head of his straining cock. I looked up
at him, just to make sure it was okay. He smiled broadly, his white
teeth standing out against his rough, tanned face.

I took that as a yes, and looked back down at his hot tool. It bobbed
a bit as more blood rushed into the long tube of flesh, as if it were
smiling at me. A really friendly hard-on! Of course, I had to give
a kiss, a big sloppy, wet kiss, right on its smiling come-slit. It
bobbed again, so I began to French kiss it, licking it, running my
soft tongue all around the circumference of the head, dragging
the flat, wet surface across the smiling cock head, and poking into
the come-hole. I was looking forward to sucking a geyser out of
that hole.

I could sense that the touch of my moist tongue to his eager prick
had sent a jolt of electricity through my cowboy, causing him to
gasp. This was a cock that was in need of some loving. And I was
glad to be the one to give it.

I dug into the basket of his worn jeans and helped myself to his
meaty balls, pulling them out into the open. This gave me better
access to the full length of his throbbing manhood. I wrapped
my fingers around the base of the bouncing prong in front of me,
and went back to work. I massaged the head of this beautiful
piece of sausage with my tongue again before sliding as much
of the throbbing cock into my mouth as I could. The cowboy
moaned quietly, not wanting to draw attention to us.

The angle was awkward, so I slid off my seat and on to my
knees, sucking more of the hot beef into my mouth, nudging
it against the back of my throat. Now I could really pleasure
this sexy buck. My tongue went to work, up and down the
steel pole of his dick while I fondled his sperm receptacles
with my fingers. I wanted this cock bad.

And my cowboy clearly wanted this blowjob bad. He placed
both of his rough, callused hands on the back of my head, gently
encouraging me on. I hoisted myself up a bit so that I could slide
the rampant rod deeper into my throat. I slowly slid it in through
my wet lips, and across my tongue. I did my level best to wrap
my moist, soft tongue around the pole as it penetrated my hot
mouth. It finally reached the entrance to my throat, and pushed
slowly, gently, down.

This wasn't a freakishly long cock, like you see in some of the
porn movies, just a regular, everyday, rockhard piece of manmeat,
attached to regular, everyday stud of a man, a cock desperate to
find its way into a hot, wet orifice.

With my nose in his wiry pubes, and my lower lip resting on his
ballsack, I had achieved my immediate goal. I paused to resist
the gag reflex, and then began to contract my throat around the
pulsing head of his cock, while working my tongue over and
around the silky shaft, and rolling his come-makers in my fingers.
This was where I wanted to be.

And I guess where he wanted to be, too, as he whispered, "Man,
you are fucking fantastic. My wife never gives me head. My first
 wife neither. I've been dying to get someone to suck on my hog
for years. This is fucking incredible...."

So I've got myself a straight guy. No matter. I'm a sucker (figuratively
and literally) for any hot piece of cock - I don't care if they're gay
or straight.

I slowly raised my head off his magnificent fuckpole, dragging
my tongue and lips up the soft skin stretched over the hot, hard
rod until I had just the head between my lips. I looked up in
the grey-blue eyes of the man attached to this cock, and then
just as slowly sucked it all the way back down until the head
lodged into my throat again.

I repeated this suction action for a while as I groped around to
make sure that I had easy access to my own throbbing boner:
seven-and-a-half inches of pulsating meat in my right hand,
another seven-and-a-half inches of hot beef sliding in and out
of my mouth, and a couple of big, come-filled balls in my left
hand. Who cares what was on the screen - this was my little
piece of heaven in a musty old movie theatre.

"That is one hot mouth you've got on you, boy. Keep it up...
I want to come in your mouth, cocksucker."

My cowboy had opened his shirt right up, I guess so he wouldn't
get come all over it, and when I let his fuckstick slide right out of
my mouth, it slapped wetly against his flat stomach. He had a
good tan - a real one, from being outdoors, not one from a parlour
or a bottle - and a thin trail of hair leading up to his belly button.
Beyond that, were some faint ab ripples, and nicely toned pecs,
two perky little nipples, some wisps of blond chest hair, and that
dazzling smile.

I let his come-holders slip from my hand, and I grabbed his
raging erection firmly. It was slick with my spit, and my hand
slid easily up and down its length - just the right size, and a
nice thickness too - a wonderful handful.

I let my own prick go for a moment and spit into that hand so
that I wouldn't wear my cock raw, and returned to stroking it,
his cock, and now began sucking on his meaty balls.

He moaned loudly. It seemed that my skill in cock-sucking was
making him forget that he was in a public place. Not that it
would bother the clientele here.

"Yeah, that's fucking great. Lick my balls... come on, suck them
hard...."

I was surprised that my straight man was so vocal about being
sucked by a fag, but I kept at work, stroking and sucking for
another couple of minutes, rolling his full gonads around in
my mouth, breathing the clean but musky scent of his crotch.
The feeling of his hard manhood in my hand sent even more
blood rushing to fill my hard cock.

Cowboy shifted in his seat, and whispered to me, "That's great,
but get back on my cock. I got to have my cock down your
throat again."

Always eager to please, I dragged my tongue along the underside
of his hard cock as it lay on his flat belly, tickling the head with
the tip of my tongue when the wet slurp reached the end. I
propped the steel-hard shaft up with a couple of fingers and
began licking up and down the long shaft. I made sure to give
special attention to the head, which had now completely
emerged from its partial covering. I massaged the lower part
of the shaft with my fingers, while sucking and licking and
nibbling the upper part and that lovely head.

The grunting and groaning coming from the screen, as well as
the quiet moans from the other patrons some of whom were
jerking themselves off pushed me on. I sucked the whole of
the cowboy's cock into my mouth and my throat again to
free up one hand to explore the smooth, firm chest and play
with his nipples. This made him moan even more and start
to squirm in his seat.

My right hand was giving my own dong a good massage: up
the long shaft, a twist around the slippery head to scoop up the
pre-come that was leaking, and then back down to my almost-bursting
balls. I have a fair bit of practice in pulling my meat, but having
the sounds, the smells, the textures and the tastes of sex all around
me really had me going that day. I didn't know how long I was
going to be able to hold off. I wanted to make sure that I didn't
splatter his cowboy boots when I exploded. As erotic as that
would be for me, it might piss him off and be hard for him to
explain to his wife.

I grabbed his balls again and squeezed gently. My stud pushed
my head down hard on his dick, his pubes scratching against my
nose. My mouth, my tongue and my throat worked together to
envelop the throbbing, hot manmeat in an equally hot, wet
embrace. The cowboy thrust his hips to shove his branding iron
deeper into my throat - to mark my wet orifice as belong to his
cock and his cock alone... at least for the moment. I applied strong
suction to draw the come out of his big balls, and to draw the
orgasm out of the depths of his being. He fucked my mouth
with shorts, hard, needy thrusts. He came here to get the sort
of sex he couldn't get at home, and he was going to take it
from me, pushing my head down hard, while shoving his groin
up equally as hard.

I realized that he was about to come, and sensed his hot sexjuice
boiling up from his balls and course furiously through his hard
pole. The stud's pressure on my head meant that the first shot
of come went straight down my throat, filling me with that
luscious, warm feeling that fresh semen gives.

"Oooooooohhhhh yeaaaahhhhh! Fuck that's feels good! Come on,
boy, take my come... swallow my hot sperm, boy....!" he said in a
half-whisper that I'm sure the whole theatre could hear since the
movie had come to a silent passage.

I began to pump my own throbbing boner as hard as I could to
milk the creamy come out of my overloaded balls. The pre-come
oozing out of my come-slit now gave me enough lube to get a
great, sexy feeling as I stroked my hard fuckpole.

That first urgent release made my cowboy relax, and I was able
to raise my head up to bring his cock into my mouth and catch
the second powerful shot of hot manspunk on my tongue. Savouring
the masculine, salty taste of his sperm, I was furiously jerking my
own prick, knowing that a straight man would probably want to
zip up as soon as he got off. I brought myself to a powerful orgasm
while his third and fourth shots of hot studcream filled my mouth,
my moans muffled by the wad of studmeat stuffed into my mouth.

I felt long, ropy shots of spunk shoot through my cock, splattering
on the floor under the stud's seat. I continued to jerk in order to
savour the exquisite sensations of orgasm as continued to suck on
the hot meat in my mouth.

As my hot spurts began to slow, come dribbled on to my hand,
which I massaged into my cock and over my balls as my climax
subsided. I must have left a sizeable puddle of come on the floor
because I hadn't come for a few days.

To my relief, the cowboy stud didn't bolt, and let me continue
gently sucking on his softening cock as we both come down from
our orgasms. As our heart rates and breathing slowed down,
returning to normal, he patted me on the back, which was kind
of unusual, and then said thanks, zipped up, buttoned his shirt
and left.

I sat back on my seat to rest for a bit and watch the rest of the
movie, but the horny action on the screen couldn't keep my
attention: my mind was still on the hot man I had just blown.

To be continued in Part 2

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