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What's hotter than a straight guy? I mean, it's no secret that as gay men, there is an almost engrained lust inside us for the forbidden fruit of the straight man. We want what we can't have, it's natural. We're attracted to masculinity, otherwise we'd be the ones fucking woman. We go through school crushing on our straight best friend, and feel that initial sting of heartbreak when he finds himself a girlfriend. We go to work, secretly fantasising about that hot, straight colleague who talks endlessly about his wife and kids. We see guys on the street, in the shopping mall, on vacation, hell we trawl through websites and blindly accept that the hot hunks getting their asses busted open by giant cocks are indeed straight men, when deep down inside we know that he's just another gay guy.
So what do we do? Do we spend our lives living in this endless circle of misery? Praying that one day your straight friend will finally have an epiphany and realise that you'd make the perfect sleeve for his big, straight cock? Do we push it to the back of our minds, bitter and angry that you were born like this, and he was born like that? Maybe you do, but I certainly don't.
My dad was a cunt, let's get that out of the way first and foremost, but he was a rich cunt. I spent about nine minutes with the man throughout the entirety of my childhood, and when I was eight, he got shot in the dick. Yes, you read that right. My straight laced, white collar father got shot in the damn dick.
It was a good job too, because if he'd been able to create another spawn, he would have most certainly left his entire estate to that, but fast forward thirty years and he's rotting in a hole, and yours truly has inherited everything.
I don't do partners. I guess I find the vast majority of people I come in contact with to be irritating little weasels, and given my vast wealth, they're almost always in it for one thing and one thing only. My interests lay solely in the straight man.
Despite the fact that I own three properties, countless cars and money that I physically couldn't spend if I lived five times over, I did actually go to college, and although my degree is now gathering dust in one of the offices, it did come in quite useful.
Psychology was a fascinating subject, but what I found most enjoyable was the module on human sexuality. It changes, you see? Not for all of us, and not drastically, but it changes which means it can be changed, yet again however, not drastically and not for all of us.
You hear of boys experimenting with their friends, of older teenagers being curious about their male companions, of grown men who have been happily married for years, having one night stands with men, and it always begged the question, can a straight man be flipped?
Well, the unfortunate answer is no. I don't believe a straight man will ever be turned to the point where he'll live happily ever after with another man and enjoy the endless pleasures of hot, sweaty anal sex, how upsetting, right? Wrong.
Whilst I never intended on flipping a man to turn him into my husband like some sort of creepy Frankenstein, I did want to test my theory that the straight man can in fact become more open to the idea of engaging in homosexual activities, and with a little bit of cash, we come to my brain child.
Flipped was nothing more than a drunken joke for me at the start. I even designed the logo, how artistic of me, right? I took inspiration from a widely known porn channel which rhymes with Peck Gunter.
The idea was simple. Offer some straight guy some cash and see how far he'd go before it became too much. Sound identical to our friend, Peck? Well it is, only I had to see it for myself. I'd watched too much porn to believe anything I found on the internet. How was I supposed to know that the guys in the videos weren't gay men?
With a pocket full of cash, I took to the streets of LA and I waited. Of course, there's simply no way to tell just by looking at someone if they're straight or gay, and so I came to my first hurdle. How does one pick out a straight man in a crowd? Do they look different? Do they act different? Do they pick their nose more liberally than their gay counterparts? Of course not, so I found the ones who were with their female partners.
I know what you're thinking. That's terrible, you're a home wrecker, call me what you will, but I wasn't forcing anybody to do anything, so when a young looking skater guy walked with one hand around a skateboard and one hand around a pretty blond, I decided to pounce.
Yes, it was weird, and yes, I felt like a fucking stalker, but I had to test my theory, and so I followed the skater boy around for about twenty minutes before he parted ways with his lover and skated off into the sunset, or tried to at least.
He pulled his Airpods out when I reached him, and nodded with confusion when I introduced myself.
"Can I ask you a really weird question?" I pressed, and the young man shrugged.
"Are you straight?"
He cocked a brow, and that awkward smile when someone asks you something personal crossed his tanned face.
"Uh... Yeah?" He said, and I believed him for obvious reasons.
"Now I'm going to ask you something even weirder if that's alright?" I told him, and he stepped off his skateboard and laughed.
"Am I being filmed or something?" He asked with a cute laugh, and I shook my head.
"No, but I am doing a bit of an experiment".
"Okay?" he said, though he didn't sound sure.
"Is there any amount of money in the world that would make you have sex with a man?"
His smile vanished, and the look of confusion became even more striking. It was as though the idea repulsed him beyond measure, and that was what I was looking for.
"No" he said, and began skating away.
"Thanks for your time, man" I said, and turned to walk away, eagerly listening out until... Bingo.
"Why?"
I turned back to him and he was scratching his head like a confused puppy.
"I think that every man has a price" I smiled, and walked again until he called me back.
"Wait, what do you mean a price?"
"Well, I'm a gay man, right?"
He nodded.
"And even though the idea makes me cringe, if someone offered me, let's say a thousand dollars to get my dick sucked by a woman, would I turn it down? Hell no".
The young man considered me for a moment before shaking his head.
"I don't think I could" he laughed, "it's just a bit... Weird".
"Correct" I nodded, "it is, and that's why I wouldn't do it for free, but I'd do it for a price".
Once again, the skater boy pondered the answer and frowned.
"Are you asking me to suck your dick?" He scoffed, and I smiled.
"No" I told him honestly, "I'm asking you to let me suck your dick".
Perhaps my brutal honesty was a little forthcoming, because the poor young man looked as though I'd punched him in the throat.
"Sorry man" he said, forcing a laugh, "I've got a girlfriend and stuff".
"Interesting" I replied, and he cocked a brow.
"What's interesting?"
"It's interesting that having a girlfriend is the reason you gave, instead of the obvious".
The blond young man rubbed the back of his neck and laughed with red cheeks.
"And that too, obviously".
"Obviously" I smiled, and once again turned to walk away.
"Hold up" he called, and flipped the skateboard into his hand, "do you think I'm hot or something?"
"I think you're handsome, yeah"
"Oh... Thanks, I guess"
"You're welcome"
"And you pay straight guys to let you suck their dicks?"
"Yes" I lied, acting as though this was a regular occurrence, "what's your name?"
"Jake" he told me, "and you give them one thousand dollars?"
"Yes".
"Just so you can suck their dick?"
"Just so I can suck their dick".
I could see the cogs turn in his mind. Even the fact that I'd gotten him to this point was a win.
"Do they have to cum?" He asked, lowering his voice as a bunch of beefy jocks walked by him.
"Well it has to end somehow, doesn't it?" I laughed.
"Look" he whispered, "I'll be real with you dude, I'm strapped for cash right now" he looked around and lowered his voice even more, "but no offence or anything, I don't think I'd even get hard for you... Or any guy, let alone cum".
"Wanna try?" I asked and once again, my straightforwardness seemed to catch him off guard.
"What, here?!" He gasped, and I laughed.
"No, I have a hotel just over there" I told him, pointing to it, "worst case scenario, you leave with blue balls and a full pocket".
Jake bit his bottom lip as his masculinity took a tumble, and when he searched around the pier for potential witnesses to this sinful act, he looked back at me once more.
"One thousand dollars?"
I nodded, he swallowed, then he nodded and the stage was set.
Was I pleasantly surprised that my first line had been a catch? You god damn bet I was. It changed everything, yet I still couldn't be certain if Jake was indeed just doing this for financial gain and nothing else, so I made a mental note that the next straight guy I targeted, would be in one of the more affluent areas of the city.
"Alright, get undressed" I told him when I closed the hotel room door behind me.
"Like, naked?" He asked, dropping his skateboard by the double sized bed.
"Yep".
He looked nervously around the room and laughed anxiously to himself.
"I can't believe I'm doing this" he said, and quickly caught himself, "it's just for the money though".
"I know" I smiled, and he blew out an anxious breath.
"Even my shirt?"
"Even your shirt".
Jake had already informed me that he was nineteen, and seemed a little taken aback when I asked for proof of that, but with dollar signs in his eyes, he handed over his ID, and I confirmed it before we began.
He fumbled with the buttons on his blue check shirt, nervously letting them slip and slide over the plastic until they came away, one by one, and a sheen of sweat covered his tender flesh.
"Oh man" he breathed, "I don't know why I'm so nervous".
"Don't be" I told him, "you're getting your dick sucked, you should be happy".
Bang. The power of suggestion. He should be happy about getting his dick sucked, even if it is by a guy. The first shot had been taken, but many more were coming.
The shirt came undone, revealing his tanned torso and stomach. He was relatively smooth, with only a dash of light coloured hairs beneath his naval. He kept his eyes on the floor as he slid the garment over his arms and placed it on the bed.
"You'd look really good if you worked out" I told him, shot number two.
"I do work out" he growled, and his cheeks became a little more red.
"Oh, shit" I replied, "I'm sorry".
The ball was in his court. Would he now attempt to impress me? It was a natural reaction to crave approval. Whether Jake liked it or not, he had to.
Much quicker than he had with his shirt, the teen shed his sneakers and dragged his baggy jeans down his legs. He had something to show off, and given that his muscularity hadn't done the trick, he was sure that this would.
I could see the outline of it in his loose underwear. A decent size indeed. His earlier worries were mostly put to sleep, and now he was focused on only one thing. Impressing me.
"I don't even know if you'll be able to take it" he scoffed, stepping out of his jeans, "it's pretty big".
"Is it?" I asked, with a slight hint of disbelief.
Jake didn't reply, and opted to show me instead.
It was no longer about being in a weird room with a weird man doing weird things, now it was about proving to me that he was indeed a big, manly man. And what better way to do that than with your big, manly cock?
It bounced out when his boxers came down, and I had to hand it to him, he had certainly impressed me.
"That is big" I told him, loading shot number three, "holy shit, you look great!".
He couldn't have hid the grin on his face even if he'd tried, and now I had a completely straight man, standing naked in my room, with a cock the size of a babies arm.
"Let's get this started then!" I said, clapping my hands, and now the memory of why he was here came flooding back to him.
"You can lay on the bed if you want" I told him, and he somewhat reluctantly nodded, and crawled forward, before realising that he'd just given me the perfect view of his forbidden back door.
He almost flipped off the bed as he turned and lay on his back, his eyes on mine wondering whether I'd seen it.
"There's no cameras or anything in here, is there?" He asked, mindlessly playing his his flesh pole.
"No" I told him, and stood at the end of the bed.
We shared a moment of silence as I enjoyed the young man's nudity, and when I finally crawled onto the bed, he flinched.
"Sorry" he laughed, "just nervous".
I moved closer to him, eyeing his cock like it was my prey. It remained completely flaccid, and I knew that in a very short space of time, one of my other questions would be answered.
Does a straight man get hard even when it's a guy sucking his dick?
I reached for it with my hand until my fingers closed around the warm, thick meat. His naked body tensed up, his arms were locked in place either side of him, keeping him upright as I slid my hand down his shaft.
Sharp breaths began to escape his throat as I fondled his cock. It stayed completely limp as I worked it, not even a twitch of excitement occurred.
Slowly I continued, not giving up hope just yet, until finally it happened.
A slight swell, barely enough to make a difference, but a difference nonetheless. His eyes were closed tightly, and I wasn't sure whether he was imagining a woman on his cock, or trying to keep himself soft to avoid the internal argument he'd have with himself later.
Either way, Jake was hardening now, and there was very little he could do about it.
I lowered my head, inhaling his warm musk into my lungs, and finally received the gift of the straight man into my mouth.
Did he taste different to the gays? Was there something more magical about this cock than there had been about all the other ones I'd sucked? No. Nor did I expect there to be. What was magical about this was that the owner of said cock was indeed a straight man, and that's what made me hard.
As Jake stiffened further in my throat, I knew I needed to provide the most mind numbing blowjob he'd ever received, and as us homosexuals know, we are the master of blowjobs. We know what we like. We know where feels good and where doesn't. We know the ins and outs of the male anatomy better than any woman ever could, and Jake was experiencing that first hand.
I lapped at his thick frenulum, toying with it and enjoying his gasps and moans as I coaxed strings of pre-cum from his bulging helmet. I tongued his cumslit, tasting his salty juices with each lick. I felt for his balls, kneading them softly in my palm, and then I took his length like I'd practiced for years. I had practiced for years, and Jake could tell.
He was sweating now. Torn between enjoying the experience and hating himself for enjoying it. His fists clenched the wet sheets beneath him as I took him closer and closer to orgasm and felt his balls began to contract, and then I slowed down and let him suffer a little.
"Feel good?" I asked, letting his twitching, wet prick splash against his stomach.
He looked at me with watery eyes, humiliated by his pleasure, but nodded anyway, and so I returned to his pole, and continued with my important research.
It took only a minute to bring him back to the point of no return. He was cursing to himself above me, angry and aroused in equal measure. His hips began to thrust upwards as I slowed my pace considerably, and toyed with his fuck stick even more.
"Do you still think you wont cum, Jake?" I asked him, staring into his eyes as I ran my tongue along the underside of his spasming cock.
He didn't answer me. I was teasing him now and he knew it, but perhaps he liked it, the bulb of clear fluid that drooled down his shaft certainly gave that impression, and when I tongued it away and plunged down on him once more, he whimpered.
"Oh fuck" he gasped, "that... That's good"
I knew it was good. I'd done it to hundreds of men who all felt the same, but we both knew what the difference with those men had been.
I squeezed his heavy ball sack, not tight enough to hurt him, but tight enough that his little globes remained in my grasp as his orgasm ripped through him.
"OHHH!" He moaned, a little higher pitched than I'm sure he would have liked, "oh my fuck!"
His cock expanded in my mouth, pushing my lips further apart as he thrust and jerked his hips. I held his nut sack a little longer as he gasped breathlessly and groaned into the air, and when I released them, my mouth flooded with thick, hot seed.
"Jesus fuck!" He trembled, spraying his load across my throat, and what a delicious load it was.
More and more of the straight nectar shot from his pulsing manhood and drenched my mouth, until finally his moans turned to short gasps, and eventually he went silent.
I let his soft cock slip from my mouth, but gave him the courtesy of licking it clean as it recoiled back into his bush of pubic hair.
He looked mortified when I sat back, unable to meet my gaze and covering his depleted junk with his hands.
I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand, still tasting him on my tongue, and reached into my pocket as a naked, tormented Jake rushed for his clothes and began dressing with violence.
"And this is for you" I smiled, handing him the wad of cash that he didn't even bother to count before shoving it into his jean pocket.
He grabbed his skateboard, failing to even pull the back of his sneakers up over his ankles as he shuffled toward the door, before stopping dead and turning around. Perhaps his manners had caught up with him.
"Thanks for the money" he mumbled, his cheeks still burning like fire, "and for... For the other thing".
"You're welcome" I smiled but Jake was already gone.
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What's hotter than a straight guy? I mean, it's no secret that as gay men, there is an almost engrained lust inside us for the forbidden fruit of the straight man. We want what we can't have, it's natural. We're attracted to masculinity, otherwise we'd be the ones fucking woman. We go through school crushing on our straight best friend, and feel that initial sting of heartbreak when he finds himself a girlfriend. We go to work, secretly fantasising about that hot, straight colleague who talks endlessly about his wife and kids. We see guys on the street, in the shopping mall, on vacation, hell we trawl through websites and blindly accept that the hot hunks getting their asses busted open by giant cocks are indeed straight men, when deep down inside we know that he's just another gay guy.
So what do we do? Do we spend our lives living in this endless circle of misery? Praying that one day your straight friend will finally have an epiphany and realise that you'd make the perfect sleeve for his big, straight cock? Do we push it to the back of our minds, bitter and angry that you were born like this, and he was born like that? Maybe you do, but I certainly don't.
My dad was a cunt, let's get that out of the way first and foremost, but he was a rich cunt. I spent about nine minutes with the man throughout the entirety of my childhood, and when I was eight, he got shot in the dick. Yes, you read that right. My straight laced, white collar father got shot in the damn dick.
It was a good job too, because if he'd been able to create another spawn, he would have most certainly left his entire estate to that, but fast forward thirty years and he's rotting in a hole, and yours truly has inherited everything.
I don't do partners. I guess I find the vast majority of people I come in contact with to be irritating little weasels, and given my vast wealth, they're almost always in it for one thing and one thing only. My interests lay solely in the straight man.
Despite the fact that I own three properties, countless cars and money that I physically couldn't spend if I lived five times over, I did actually go to college, and although my degree is now gathering dust in one of the offices, it did come in quite useful.
Psychology was a fascinating subject, but what I found most enjoyable was the module on human sexuality. It changes, you see? Not for all of us, and not drastically, but it changes which means it can be changed, yet again however, not drastically and not for all of us.
You hear of boys experimenting with their friends, of older teenagers being curious about their male companions, of grown men who have been happily married for years, having one night stands with men, and it always begged the question, can a straight man be flipped?
Well, the unfortunate answer is no. I don't believe a straight man will ever be turned to the point where he'll live happily ever after with another man and enjoy the endless pleasures of hot, sweaty anal sex, how upsetting, right? Wrong.
Whilst I never intended on flipping a man to turn him into my husband like some sort of creepy Frankenstein, I did want to test my theory that the straight man can in fact become more open to the idea of engaging in homosexual activities, and with a little bit of cash, we come to my brain child.
Flipped was nothing more than a drunken joke for me at the start. I even designed the logo, how artistic of me, right? I took inspiration from a widely known porn channel which rhymes with Peck Gunter.
The idea was simple. Offer some straight guy some cash and see how far he'd go before it became too much. Sound identical to our friend, Peck? Well it is, only I had to see it for myself. I'd watched too much porn to believe anything I found on the internet. How was I supposed to know that the guys in the videos weren't gay men?
With a pocket full of cash, I took to the streets of LA and I waited. Of course, there's simply no way to tell just by looking at someone if they're straight or gay, and so I came to my first hurdle. How does one pick out a straight man in a crowd? Do they look different? Do they act different? Do they pick their nose more liberally than their gay counterparts? Of course not, so I found the ones who were with their female partners.
I know what you're thinking. That's terrible, you're a home wrecker, call me what you will, but I wasn't forcing anybody to do anything, so when a young looking skater guy walked with one hand around a skateboard and one hand around a pretty blond, I decided to pounce.
Yes, it was weird, and yes, I felt like a fucking stalker, but I had to test my theory, and so I followed the skater boy around for about twenty minutes before he parted ways with his lover and skated off into the sunset, or tried to at least.
He pulled his Airpods out when I reached him, and nodded with confusion when I introduced myself.
"Can I ask you a really weird question?" I pressed, and the young man shrugged.
"Are you straight?"
He cocked a brow, and that awkward smile when someone asks you something personal crossed his tanned face.
"Uh... Yeah?" He said, and I believed him for obvious reasons.
"Now I'm going to ask you something even weirder if that's alright?" I told him, and he stepped off his skateboard and laughed.
"Am I being filmed or something?" He asked with a cute laugh, and I shook my head.
"No, but I am doing a bit of an experiment".
"Okay?" he said, though he didn't sound sure.
"Is there any amount of money in the world that would make you have sex with a man?"
His smile vanished, and the look of confusion became even more striking. It was as though the idea repulsed him beyond measure, and that was what I was looking for.
"No" he said, and began skating away.
"Thanks for your time, man" I said, and turned to walk away, eagerly listening out until... Bingo.
"Why?"
I turned back to him and he was scratching his head like a confused puppy.
"I think that every man has a price" I smiled, and walked again until he called me back.
"Wait, what do you mean a price?"
"Well, I'm a gay man, right?"
He nodded.
"And even though the idea makes me cringe, if someone offered me, let's say a thousand dollars to get my dick sucked by a woman, would I turn it down? Hell no".
The young man considered me for a moment before shaking his head.
"I don't think I could" he laughed, "it's just a bit... Weird".
"Correct" I nodded, "it is, and that's why I wouldn't do it for free, but I'd do it for a price".
Once again, the skater boy pondered the answer and frowned.
"Are you asking me to suck your dick?" He scoffed, and I smiled.
"No" I told him honestly, "I'm asking you to let me suck your dick".
Perhaps my brutal honesty was a little forthcoming, because the poor young man looked as though I'd punched him in the throat.
"Sorry man" he said, forcing a laugh, "I've got a girlfriend and stuff".
"Interesting" I replied, and he cocked a brow.
"What's interesting?"
"It's interesting that having a girlfriend is the reason you gave, instead of the obvious".
The blond young man rubbed the back of his neck and laughed with red cheeks.
"And that too, obviously".
"Obviously" I smiled, and once again turned to walk away.
"Hold up" he called, and flipped the skateboard into his hand, "do you think I'm hot or something?"
"I think you're handsome, yeah"
"Oh... Thanks, I guess"
"You're welcome"
"And you pay straight guys to let you suck their dicks?"
"Yes" I lied, acting as though this was a regular occurrence, "what's your name?"
"Jake" he told me, "and you give them one thousand dollars?"
"Yes".
"Just so you can suck their dick?"
"Just so I can suck their dick".
I could see the cogs turn in his mind. Even the fact that I'd gotten him to this point was a win.
"Do they have to cum?" He asked, lowering his voice as a bunch of beefy jocks walked by him.
"Well it has to end somehow, doesn't it?" I laughed.
"Look" he whispered, "I'll be real with you dude, I'm strapped for cash right now" he looked around and lowered his voice even more, "but no offence or anything, I don't think I'd even get hard for you... Or any guy, let alone cum".
"Wanna try?" I asked and once again, my straightforwardness seemed to catch him off guard.
"What, here?!" He gasped, and I laughed.
"No, I have a hotel just over there" I told him, pointing to it, "worst case scenario, you leave with blue balls and a full pocket".
Jake bit his bottom lip as his masculinity took a tumble, and when he searched around the pier for potential witnesses to this sinful act, he looked back at me once more.
"One thousand dollars?"
I nodded, he swallowed, then he nodded and the stage was set.
Was I pleasantly surprised that my first line had been a catch? You god damn bet I was. It changed everything, yet I still couldn't be certain if Jake was indeed just doing this for financial gain and nothing else, so I made a mental note that the next straight guy I targeted, would be in one of the more affluent areas of the city.
"Alright, get undressed" I told him when I closed the hotel room door behind me.
"Like, naked?" He asked, dropping his skateboard by the double sized bed.
"Yep".
He looked nervously around the room and laughed anxiously to himself.
"I can't believe I'm doing this" he said, and quickly caught himself, "it's just for the money though".
"I know" I smiled, and he blew out an anxious breath.
"Even my shirt?"
"Even your shirt".
Jake had already informed me that he was nineteen, and seemed a little taken aback when I asked for proof of that, but with dollar signs in his eyes, he handed over his ID, and I confirmed it before we began.
He fumbled with the buttons on his blue check shirt, nervously letting them slip and slide over the plastic until they came away, one by one, and a sheen of sweat covered his tender flesh.
"Oh man" he breathed, "I don't know why I'm so nervous".
"Don't be" I told him, "you're getting your dick sucked, you should be happy".
Bang. The power of suggestion. He should be happy about getting his dick sucked, even if it is by a guy. The first shot had been taken, but many more were coming.
The shirt came undone, revealing his tanned torso and stomach. He was relatively smooth, with only a dash of light coloured hairs beneath his naval. He kept his eyes on the floor as he slid the garment over his arms and placed it on the bed.
"You'd look really good if you worked out" I told him, shot number two.
"I do work out" he growled, and his cheeks became a little more red.
"Oh, shit" I replied, "I'm sorry".
The ball was in his court. Would he now attempt to impress me? It was a natural reaction to crave approval. Whether Jake liked it or not, he had to.
Much quicker than he had with his shirt, the teen shed his sneakers and dragged his baggy jeans down his legs. He had something to show off, and given that his muscularity hadn't done the trick, he was sure that this would.
I could see the outline of it in his loose underwear. A decent size indeed. His earlier worries were mostly put to sleep, and now he was focused on only one thing. Impressing me.
"I don't even know if you'll be able to take it" he scoffed, stepping out of his jeans, "it's pretty big".
"Is it?" I asked, with a slight hint of disbelief.
Jake didn't reply, and opted to show me instead.
It was no longer about being in a weird room with a weird man doing weird things, now it was about proving to me that he was indeed a big, manly man. And what better way to do that than with your big, manly cock?
It bounced out when his boxers came down, and I had to hand it to him, he had certainly impressed me.
"That is big" I told him, loading shot number three, "holy shit, you look great!".
He couldn't have hid the grin on his face even if he'd tried, and now I had a completely straight man, standing naked in my room, with a cock the size of a babies arm.
"Let's get this started then!" I said, clapping my hands, and now the memory of why he was here came flooding back to him.
"You can lay on the bed if you want" I told him, and he somewhat reluctantly nodded, and crawled forward, before realising that he'd just given me the perfect view of his forbidden back door.
He almost flipped off the bed as he turned and lay on his back, his eyes on mine wondering whether I'd seen it.
"There's no cameras or anything in here, is there?" He asked, mindlessly playing his his flesh pole.
"No" I told him, and stood at the end of the bed.
We shared a moment of silence as I enjoyed the young man's nudity, and when I finally crawled onto the bed, he flinched.
"Sorry" he laughed, "just nervous".
I moved closer to him, eyeing his cock like it was my prey. It remained completely flaccid, and I knew that in a very short space of time, one of my other questions would be answered.
Does a straight man get hard even when it's a guy sucking his dick?
I reached for it with my hand until my fingers closed around the warm, thick meat. His naked body tensed up, his arms were locked in place either side of him, keeping him upright as I slid my hand down his shaft.
Sharp breaths began to escape his throat as I fondled his cock. It stayed completely limp as I worked it, not even a twitch of excitement occurred.
Slowly I continued, not giving up hope just yet, until finally it happened.
A slight swell, barely enough to make a difference, but a difference nonetheless. His eyes were closed tightly, and I wasn't sure whether he was imagining a woman on his cock, or trying to keep himself soft to avoid the internal argument he'd have with himself later.
Either way, Jake was hardening now, and there was very little he could do about it.
I lowered my head, inhaling his warm musk into my lungs, and finally received the gift of the straight man into my mouth.
Did he taste different to the gays? Was there something more magical about this cock than there had been about all the other ones I'd sucked? No. Nor did I expect there to be. What was magical about this was that the owner of said cock was indeed a straight man, and that's what made me hard.
As Jake stiffened further in my throat, I knew I needed to provide the most mind numbing blowjob he'd ever received, and as us homosexuals know, we are the master of blowjobs. We know what we like. We know where feels good and where doesn't. We know the ins and outs of the male anatomy better than any woman ever could, and Jake was experiencing that first hand.
I lapped at his thick frenulum, toying with it and enjoying his gasps and moans as I coaxed strings of pre-cum from his bulging helmet. I tongued his cumslit, tasting his salty juices with each lick. I felt for his balls, kneading them softly in my palm, and then I took his length like I'd practiced for years. I had practiced for years, and Jake could tell.
He was sweating now. Torn between enjoying the experience and hating himself for enjoying it. His fists clenched the wet sheets beneath him as I took him closer and closer to orgasm and felt his balls began to contract, and then I slowed down and let him suffer a little.
"Feel good?" I asked, letting his twitching, wet prick splash against his stomach.
He looked at me with watery eyes, humiliated by his pleasure, but nodded anyway, and so I returned to his pole, and continued with my important research.
It took only a minute to bring him back to the point of no return. He was cursing to himself above me, angry and aroused in equal measure. His hips began to thrust upwards as I slowed my pace considerably, and toyed with his fuck stick even more.
"Do you still think you wont cum, Jake?" I asked him, staring into his eyes as I ran my tongue along the underside of his spasming cock.
He didn't answer me. I was teasing him now and he knew it, but perhaps he liked it, the bulb of clear fluid that drooled down his shaft certainly gave that impression, and when I tongued it away and plunged down on him once more, he whimpered.
"Oh fuck" he gasped, "that... That's good"
I knew it was good. I'd done it to hundreds of men who all felt the same, but we both knew what the difference with those men had been.
I squeezed his heavy ball sack, not tight enough to hurt him, but tight enough that his little globes remained in my grasp as his orgasm ripped through him.
"OHHH!" He moaned, a little higher pitched than I'm sure he would have liked, "oh my fuck!"
His cock expanded in my mouth, pushing my lips further apart as he thrust and jerked his hips. I held his nut sack a little longer as he gasped breathlessly and groaned into the air, and when I released them, my mouth flooded with thick, hot seed.
"Jesus fuck!" He trembled, spraying his load across my throat, and what a delicious load it was.
More and more of the straight nectar shot from his pulsing manhood and drenched my mouth, until finally his moans turned to short gasps, and eventually he went silent.
I let his soft cock slip from my mouth, but gave him the courtesy of licking it clean as it recoiled back into his bush of pubic hair.
He looked mortified when I sat back, unable to meet my gaze and covering his depleted junk with his hands.
I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand, still tasting him on my tongue, and reached into my pocket as a naked, tormented Jake rushed for his clothes and began dressing with violence.
"And this is for you" I smiled, handing him the wad of cash that he didn't even bother to count before shoving it into his jean pocket.
He grabbed his skateboard, failing to even pull the back of his sneakers up over his ankles as he shuffled toward the door, before stopping dead and turning around. Perhaps his manners had caught up with him.
"Thanks for the money" he mumbled, his cheeks still burning like fire, "and for... For the other thing".
"You're welcome" I smiled but Jake was already gone.
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