I've jerked several straight guys, or at least they claimed to be. Sucking dick is my life's purpose, but I love giving a hand job and making a guy cum so hard he needs to recover before he can get up and start walking. Edging a guy is the best, taking him there over and over until he can't hold back. It does take all my strength not to suck them off, but a hand job is always fun. I'm torn between wanting them blast my throat with their boiling ball juice, or watching the cum shoot out while I jerk them into orbit. One of my favorite straight guys was a buddy in college who used to like me to jerk him off in his truck. He liked me to lay low so nobody could see me and beat his 8" tool. He usually parked somewhere, he would've crashed if he was driving since he really got into it. Most of the time he wore shorts so I had easy access. Nothing like feeling his crotch when he's soft, feeling it grow, then having it snap up from his undies when it was freed. It all started when I looked in his glove compartment and found a jar of Vaseline. I jokingly asked him what he used it for, and he smiled. He told me I could use it on him if I wanted, as a joke. He knew I was into guys, but he had lots of girlfriends so I assumed he was off limits. I reached over and rubbed his crotch through his Levi's, he was soft but soon grew. He parked and unzipped and I went to work. He was uneasy, so I decided not to blow him just yet. It was HOT watching his big, thick tool leaking precum, his balls slapping loudly as I jerked him fast. He blasted all over the steering wheel, the dashboard & my hand. The next time we went for a ride, he wore shorts, and that was a sign. Sometimes I blew him, but he liked the hand jobs better. I give great head (so I've been told), he just liked watching his cum go flying. Can't blame him! I was dying to fuck him, but I never bothered asking. He wouldn't touch my dick, which was torture. After I got him off, I would have to jerk off, and he would stare.