Some of the Str8 guys I've been with

[drinksinme]

I'm straight...This never happens to me.... as much as I may be open to it.

 

[Candyapple]

Your assertion that I'm sharing my imagination and that my defense of my truthfulness has inspired me with two more tales just recalled of str8 guys who've given up the ass in my bedroom. I'll work on those today.

Whatever makes you happy, honey.

 

[drdivo]

Brent was another Yahoo hookup. He worked for himself from home, so he was online looking for .. well, a female, in a local Yahoo chatroom. I don't remember why I shot him a howdy, but I did and a few seconds later, he was revealing that he was str8 but flexible.

Just how flexible became known a few minutes later when he showed up at the door.

Brent's in his early 30s, lean and thin, about 5'9" and possessed of that unusual and inexplicable characteristic of some skinny guys - an enormous slab of dick.

Brent was pretty handsome; not a lot in the body department, but he had a sphincter that could do tricks. I mean, sit up and beg, twist your cock off tricks.

And he loooooooooooooved being fucked. Now, for a str8 guy, he had clearly investigated this interest before. He knew EXACTLY how he liked being fucked. But, that boy had a clit inside his anal canal. His whole body would shudder and his giant penis would unload all over the bed linens, the carpeting, the furniture.

Once, I was fucking him from behind while he was facing the dresser and he spooged all over its antique art deco finish. Still stained, it is.

Brent was an amusing diversion. Not interesting enough to pursue personally, but he was always a good romp. I think I fucked him about six times before he sent me an email saying that it was done.

He didn't like to do too much repeat business, but me fucking him was just too good for him to stop, so he had seen me more often than his normal one time gig. I had hit the max, though, so that was it - no more IM or email, and definitely no more booty. Plus, he felt he'd had enough dicking and it was time to chase women again.

Well, okay then, Str8 guy.

 

[drdivo]

Joe is the most recent notch in my bedpost. This reminds me, it's time for a new bedpost, since Joe LOVES being tied up, bound, gagged, stomped on and generally abused.

He was advertising on Craigslist for a part-time houseboy situation; he comes to Houston every week for work, and I guess he was looking for a setup that would both satisfy his sexual needs and provide him with a free place to stay.. He described himself as 'hot."

I thought that his ad was .. well, unusual at the very least. It screamed "str8 boy" because he had no picture, and very little information about himself.

So I shot him an email. As is the norm with CL, I had no response from him. So, I moved on. There are other, str8er men, anyway.

A few weeks later, I get a reply from him. The subject line looked familiar, but I had no idea from which ad he was replying. We had an infrequent conversation back and forth in which he was trying to get out of me how dominant I could be.

Well, the answer to that question is awfully damned dominant if you piss me off, or if I've had a really bad week or two. However, usually, I'm just all about what makes my guy's brain explode.

In this case, it's a whole lot of work.

After nearly six weeks of back and forth, he wants to come over. He shows up.

HOLY MOTHER OF GAWD.

Okay, so there's hot in the Aberzombie and Bitch sense. There's hot in the Sean Lamont or whatever TV show people are watching now sense. There's hot in the boys in my coffee table books, or who are gracing the pages of Genre magazine sense.

They're all just concepts. These 186 cm of brown haired, brown eyed, light skinned Irishman were standing at my door, wearing a pair of dark green cargo shorts, beat up running shoes, and a loose white t-shirt with a faded design on it.

With a big smile beaming across his face.

He's 100% boy, all wrapped up in a mid 30's manly package. Holy crap. He's been in the military, he's fended for himself for years, he's smart, he's curious about things, and he loves to talk about anything from religious history to aircraft mechanical reliability.

He smells great. He's got a little belly starting, but otherwise has the physique of a man who got a lot of exercise for a great many years and has only recently joined the more adult life of non-exertion.

He's confident, and not arrogant. He's smart, but not cynical. He's handsome, but down to earth.

And, you should see his butt. Holy Moly. Perfectly round. He's fuzzed like Pan. Pretty much hairless, except for the unruly mop of curly brown hair on his head. From just below the hipbones, though, it's wall to wall manfuzz.

Good lord. His feet are handsome. And, they seem to have a pivot joint just below the metatarsal, because when he's getting turned on, the fronts of his feet fold down. I've seen people whose toes curl, but this is new on me.

He calls me "master," and "sir."

His favorite thing is to be bound, pinned down and .. well, fucked hard while he writhes .. just enough to make it realistic. The psychologist part of my brain is trying to figure out what kind of fucked up formative sex history he has, but .. DAMN that round butt calls my name....

Of course, no way to reach him unless he sends me an email. He lives out in Central Texas with his girlfriend, some other woman, and his parents.

Weeks go by without his appearance. He wants me to buy him bondage equipment, feminine clothing, butt plugs...

All of which I've caved in and acquired, and he's not been back.

He emailed last night, and asked if he could come over tonight. He has a recent history of not showing up.

 

[Heartbreak]

If only,if only I had your powers!!!! :'(

 

[drdivo]

So, tonight after having posted about Joe, he showed up. Later than he had said by about three hours, but he showed up.

And, he's just too damned cute for his own good. Not "I'm cute and you'll now pay homage," but shy cute. Genuine cute.

He smelled like someone who'd been working in and out of this humid, hot Houston summer. Not nasty or dirty, just .. unprocessed.

It was already 2200, so I took him straight upstairs. He wanted to try all of the toys I have accumulated for him in the six plus weeks since I last saw him - starting with the anal douche kit.

After some sexing, which resulted in VERY happy noises emanating from his throat, I grabbed his nutsac and pulled on it slowly but firmly until he began to writhe.

He loves that, you see.

"Do you like pulling on my balls?" "I do because you love it so much."

"That's why? You do it because you want me to be happy?"

"Yes. I wish I could figure out a way to yank on them when you're out of communication with me so you'd know I was still thinking about you, and wanted you."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I didn't think you liked me that much."

<insert jaw drop here>

"Uh, you're kidding, right? I'm crazy about you."

"You are? Really?"

"You didn't know that?"

"No."

"That's why I get cranky with you when you go for weeks without returning a message or contacting me."

"I just didn't think you really liked me very much."

Well, hell's bells, Mabel. Where did that come from?

So, I focused every bit of Landmark trained attention on that boy until his nuts blew up and took his brain with him. At one point, he was wearing a black see through negligee (that he wanted, and that the Universe supplied me when I found an old suitcase in the attic,) with a cock ring that was tight enough to cut off circulation, the 2 3/4" ball stretcher squeezing his scrotum like a balloon ready to pop, and a Colt Studios "medium" butt plug wedged firmly in between his cheeks. The ball stretcher has a long leather tether attached to it, which I was using like a leash. He actually tried a few times to walk away from the bed, and I had hold of him but good.

I suggested that I take him to dinner sometime while he was wearing all of that equipment under his floppy cargo shorts. While not as uncertain about that as he was about my suggestion of taking him to Southern Decadence with that outfit on (and me controlling his actions with said leather tether - perhaps replaced with twisted steel cable for that event,) I could tell he was really turned on.

Now, he wants to circle back to the original discussion of him staying here when he's in town.

And, he called me "Daddy" all night.

 

[breatheH20]

I wanna bag a hetero so bad lol, since those are the guys I have crushes on most of the time.. Not as much now though, I love my boyfriend, I think we're at the greatest point of our relationship now..

Still, if three guys I'm thinking of came up to me and were game, I wouldn't say no (I knew them long before I knew my boyfriend, and I've already told him, when pigs fly, is when I'd sleep with them).. Still, a boy can dream

 

[TygreBryte]

Candyapple is just jealous. Based on the world I've seen, you're simply talking about what's happening with you.

Best wishes the the centex boy. It sounds complicated. ;-)

 

[Candyapple]

Candyapple is just jealous. Based on the world I've seen, you're simply talking about what's happening with you.

Best wishes the the centex boy. It sounds complicated. ;-)

Jealous??? LOL!!! Check my sig, sweetheart. I'm a WOMAN. I've been with more straight guys than anyone else on this site can dream of!

 

[drdivo]

Candyapple, darling, want to match numbers?

 

[drdivo]

I appreciate the endorsement of Joe. I really like him a ton.

I should have my head examined.

Why, oh, why do I keep chasing down these str8 men? It's been a theme.

You see, it all started when I was just a wee tot of a homosexual. About when I was thirteen or so.

I had already been playing with boys, but we'd not really had sex. I mean, we'd gotten erect together, and played "doctor," once getting caught by my mom when my neighbor had asked me to tie him up on my bed.

That was when I was about eleven, I guess.

The summer between eighth and ninth grade, my good friend lived in a house a few blocks away that was on a big lot with an empty lot next to it. He had pitched a big tent in the vacant lot, and he and I were going to camp out in it in sleeping bags.

I don't remember anymore what verbal game we were playing, or what sparked the beginnings of sexual exploration. All I know is that while Richard Nixon tried to keep his job, that boy and his incredibly beautiful dick and I got into exploration like a search for the sexual north pole. Every activity was tried.

Being thirteen year old boys, we didn't exactly head off into the tent bearing a bottle of lube so there was, shall we say, a LOT of friction.

Over the next few years - until we were about sixteen, I guess, we had sex pretty regularly. By that point, I had picked up a few OTHER neighborhood boys - the kid who lived behind us was in my sister's class, and he had the largest penis I have yet ever seen. He was my first exposure to skinny, jug-eared, narrow hipped, shapeless bodied giant cock life support systems.

But back to the tent master.

He was always resistant to suggestions of sex, but asking him to fuck me was a 100% result producing technique.

I fucked him about as often as I gave, so it worked out.

The last time we did it was, I think, when we were juniors in high school. That was about the time that the new guy had moved to town, who played hockey. At this point, I think I'd managed to screw about an even dozen of the guys in high school.

All of whom went on to marry, have kids and so on. 'Cept for me.

The last I heard from the hockey player, he was living in Boston with a tranny, who was pre-op and trying to raise the cash to become post-op. That was interesting.

There was a guy who lived two houses away, who was the first stoner I ever knew - he had a nice meaty dick, and LOVED being tied up. I masturbated him while he was tied to his ping-pong table in the basement, and he kept trying to writhe away from me saying he was about to pee - he'd never ejaculated before.

Of course, once I showed him how that worked, he was all about it. He was the first boy who wanted me to shove non-cock objects up his bum. A broom handle, I remember an orange broom handle. Why not my dick? He was strange. The broom handle was fine, dick wasn't.

There was a guy who lived a few blocks away who was just hotter than a campfire - red hair, a little older, a giant dick .. he played a few times, but never got erect.

Right before I left for Texas, he showed up in a beautifully restored 1966 GTO - red with a black top. Wow. If some firetop, big dicked bottom man with a restored 66 goat showed up at my front door now, I'd bag him and send his wife a note that his personal effects were being returned to her.

This is interesting - maybe my sexual formation was based on unattainable, but very compelling guys - hence .. wait .. maybe I just should shoot myself.

Signal to my junior high and high school years, not ONE of the guys I knew who turned out later to be gay did I have sex with. Every single one of my sexual partners from before college was str8.

 

[drdivo]

A story just for Candy Apple, my greatest doubter...

Back a few years ago, I had a great lady friend from the theater. She was most open about sexuality, and she and I had awesome discussions. I remember once her asking me what my favorite position was to fuck a man's butt.

Anyway, she took her car in for service once, and the service manager was this rangy, tall, lanky guy .. she and he did the flirtatious/suggestive thing, and ended up having a mini-affair.

And I got to hear ALL about him; how big his dick was, how well he fucked, his red pubes, his tight nuts, and how she introduced him to anal penetration with one of her trusty vibrators. She said he went nuts - screwed her like a banshee when he had that little rod of plastic humming away quietly in his hole.

Well, after a few weeks or months of this, she started to bemoan his unavailability, since he was married and had kids and such. And, she brought him to a marketing happy hour that we were participating in. And, we all got thoroughly soused.

In the men's room (I can get to be such a slut when I'm cocktailed) he came right on over and offered to let me suck his cock. He's some 6'3", red curly hair, lean, pale skinned, freckled, with this long, skinny dick that had about a 35 degree turn in it.

A few days later, he called me on the phone and asked if I wanted to have a couple of drinks. Cutting to the chase, I suggested he just come straight to my place for his drink.

We didn't bother with the drinks.

After only a short back and forth, he was on his back with his legs in the air and my cock drilling him like an oil well from "Dallas." He kept saying I was next, and I knew that those were famous last words.

Like so many other straight guys, he was out the door and never heard from again after he got what he was wondering about.

 

[Candyapple]

Candyapple, darling, want to match numbers?

I'm in the 3 figures, but there's no point, because my numbers are real and most if not all of your "str8" guys are just fantasies.

I think it'd be far more amusing to discuss this amusing anecdote from one of your amusing stories:

Well, he was at home during the day, and the neighbor, who he described as hot, manly and married, dropped over for some heterosexual and manly reason.

I've been giggling over that one since I read it. I can't help wondering what a 'heterosexual reason' is to visit a neighbour. The last time I went round to my neighbour's was to give them some perishable foods so they wouldn't go to waste, because we were going on holiday.....Now I'm wondering if that's a 'heterosexual reason' to go to a neighbour's. Or is it a bit gay? Is it hetero if I do it, being a woman, but gay if my husband does it? Or does it make me lesbian and butch? Sometime, I have to return a dish they lent me...now that's definitely gay, isn't it? You can't return a casserole dish to your neighbours and stay straight...right?

Inquiring minds need to know!

 

[drdivo]

Well, sweetie, since you've decided that all of my stories are nothing more than imagination, whatever I type to you in the way of reply you'll think is more nonsense and self-promotion.

So, you have cut yourself out of a dialog.

Have fun hypothesizing about what a "heterosexual reason" may be.

You'll notice that the one story you've picked out there is the only one I wasn't personally involved in.

Back to framing up more stories! I have brought forth from memory another three lads whose tales must be told...

 

[Candyapple]

Well, I could have quoted this bit:

He LOVED sucking cock. In fact, he was so cum hungry, that he's keep right on sucking after I'd unloaded. I would practically have to run lock the bathroom door to keep him off until my dick was not as sensitive.

to point out that a man who spends 10 years sucking dick and being cum-hungry is not likely to be "straight". Hey, I could post stories online about all the men who've adored licking my pussy and cum with excitement as soon as they get near it, and how they're all totally 100% guaranteed gay. I doubt many people would believe me. But hey, if you and other JUBbers want to delude yourself that men who spend a decade worshipping cock are straight, that's up to you.

I actually find your stories very enjoyable and well-written, as I said before, but they're obviously taking place in Porn World, not the real world.

 

[drdivo]

Clearly there is a semantics issue going on here - "str8" in your interpretation means a guy who never ever would think about having sex with men.

Str8 in MY interpretation is a man who, to the outside world, lives a totally heterosexual life, who has a wife and kids, or an ex-wife and current girlfriend and kids, and who gets his groove on with men.

And, I think I can understand why you find that so threatening that you have to insult me. That was the third time you've leveled that insult, and it's the last.

I hope your current man isn't somewhere right now, with his legs in the air and a hard cock slamming into his hole, getting ready to dream up the plausible excuse he's going to proffer for his absence.

But, given my personal experience in the matter, I'd say that he probably is.

 

[Candyapple]

I hope your current man isn't somewhere right now, with his legs in the air and a hard cock slamming into his hole, getting ready to dream up the plausible excuse he's going to proffer for his absence.

But, given my personal experience in the matter, I'd say that he probably is.

LOL!! In fact, he's sitting on the couch 2 feet away from me. But I do LOVE the idea of him with his legs in the air with a hard cock slamming into his arse. That's sooooo HOT!!!! Trust me, if there was even the slightest chance he'd do it, I'd jump at the chance to watch him.... In fact, I'd probably pay good money to watch my husband sucking cock, and being fucked hard by another man....or men.....all at the same time...oh yeah, there's a hot image....

Oooh, thanks for giving me material for my fantasies!

 

[Danugh]

I wanna bag a hetero so bad lol, since those are the guys I have crushes on most of the time.. Not as much now though, I love my boyfriend, I think we're at the greatest point of our relationship now..

Still, if three guys I'm thinking of came up to me and were game, I wouldn't say no (I knew them long before I knew my boyfriend, and I've already told him, when pigs fly, is when I'd sleep with them).. Still, a boy can dream

I really hope you will be able to bag a straight one day. There is no greater joy than bagging a hot straight.

I believe that every gay male should experience the utter bliss of bagging at least one straight during his lifetime, whether it be consensual or if you get your lesbuan friend to lure him to a hotel room , blindfold him and then you walk out suck his dick till he cums and go back in the closet.


If i was a girl, to be called a slut would be an insult because slut would be no where near giving me the deserve i would have earned. Webster would have to coin a new slang for the type of girl id be. I would be a new breed of woman. Any sexy straight i see anywhere id spread my legs and let them sex me silly and cum inside me. Id have sex with as many men as i can per day.

Can you imagine? Girls dont know how good they have it.

I can;t stand it when a hot straight guy is trying to talk to a girl and the girl gives him attitude. I'm like what the hell is wrong with you girl, he is hot. I just want to shake her and knock some sense into her. Or when a hot straight tries to dance with a girl at the club and the girl walks away. Are you serious. He is so hot and sexy and thug.

There is just something so appealing about straight men.

Some straight men will accept money for sexual favors (thats not how i get mines)

I find however that most of the straight men i bag are bottoms and will not top a man. They say that their penis is for women only. I don't particularly like seeing ultra masculine men take dick, its a turn off. A man must be a man, if he walks like a top, acts like a top, looks like a top, dont be putting the condom on my dick with you lubed up and bent over doggy style.

Most straights wont generally suck dick either as they say fallitio is "gay." Oh but taking it up the butt isnt? LOL

It doesn't really matter though that they don't suck dick because its not like you are looking for a relationship. Its just about the chase the bagging and the stepping.

Its just about the sexperience and ragging rights, notches on your bedpost.

 

[Danugh]

Str8 in MY interpretation is a man who, to the outside world, lives a totally heterosexual life, who has a wife and kids, or an ex-wife and current girlfriend and kids, and who gets his groove on with men.

What you have described is a man on the "DL" Oprah did an entire hour on it.

While "DL" men are somewhat appealing, nothing beats the real deal. A "DL" man is like a fake fur. You knoewyou need to go into the wild straight jungle with your lasso and chase the real game.

You haven't lived till you have bagged a real straight man.

If only,if only I had your powers!!!! :'(

There really is not allakazam involved. You see a hot straight you just go after him, Bagging a straight can range from 1 - 10 on a difficulty scale.


Once well actually twice it took me almost a year to bag the straight i wanted. It takes ALOT of patience but you have to stick it out. You have to wear them down.

I remember this one straight in particular. I saw him i wanted him and i had to have him. So i befriended him, thats the first step in bagging a stranger straight (there are so many rules and steps and procedures i should write a book, oh but i am its called THE ART OF THE STRAIGHT MAN SEDUCTION, look out for it, but i digress) is to befriend him. You have to be his friend, and get close to him. Although you don't always have to be friends because i have had alot of quicky hookup stranger straight sex but thats for another thread. In this case i felt it necessary to first befriend him. So a few months into the friendship something happened and i asked him if i could suck his dick. He said no. A a true gay doesn't take no for answer. I kept at it. First it was 2 day intervals, "can i suck your dick, can i suck your dick" almost like pestering him. Then i waited every 2 weeks, "can i suck i suck your dick, can i suck your dick?"

147 days later he finally gave in and allowed me to pleasure him orally. It was so hot and he shot the biggest load. It was so hot that i almost didn't mind that he made me wear a shoulder length wig before i went down. You see sometimes as a gay male you have to subject yourself some form of indignity for the greater good that is bagging a straight, like having to wear a wig. But also sometimes when a straight man is topping you especially a thug he will use borderline abusive language while dicking you down.

sometimes the straight man would say, "suck that dick you f_ing f_got"

"You f_ing c_nt"

And sometimes after the sex you up they act like they don't know you or sometimes are viloent towards you because they feel they have to prove their masculinity, but you know you have to develop think skin because we live in a straight world and you just have to get it anyway you can.

I don't like the straight that like like they are doing you a favor by letting you pleasure them or the ones that request payment for sex. What the hell, why should i pay you to sex me? hell no, if money is changing hands you are taking dick.

Ah well heartbreak go out there and bag yourself a straighty before the year is out.

 

[Danugh]

I know exactly what you mean with this.

It's so annoying...and pisses me off.

I'm like "hello....PLEASE don't let him go to waste! I would have a go at him, but unfortunately I dont have the right anatomy for him."

It is annoying. Its like what the hell? Are you seeing the same man i am seeing?


And its clear you haven't read THE SECRET. You need to make your anatomy his right anatomy. Change your thinking so you can get to the bagging ( i just came up with that).

I'm in the 3 figures, but there's no point, because my numbers are real and most if not all of your "str8" guys are just fantasies.

LOL triple figures, at first i was going to say that depending on what age you are that number would be reasonable but on second thought no matter what age you are thats slutty LOL and i love it. We dont even know how much of those were bareback.

I've been giggling over that one since I read it. I can't help wondering what a 'heterosexual reason' is to visit a neighbour. The last time I went round to my neighbour's was to give them some perishable foods so they wouldn't go to waste, because we were going on holiday.....Now I'm wondering if that's a 'heterosexual reason' to go to a neighbour's. Or is it a bit gay? Is it hetero if I do it, being a woman, but gay if my husband does it? Or does it make me lesbian and butch? Sometime, I have to return a dish they lent me...now that's definitely gay, isn't it? You can't return a casserole dish to your neighbours and stay straight...right?

Inquiring minds need to know!

Well if you neighbour is a woman and single, living along with no children and a cat (s) then you bringing her food is a bit lesbionic. But if she is married with children then would be a heterosexual reason. If she is married without children but has a cat then its a bit gay. Although if she is married without children but has a dog then its ok. Although if she has a husband and a dog but you know that the husband is away on business and you go over there anyways then thats a bit gay dog or no dog.

You also have to factor in who is it that answers the door. If the husband answers the door but you ask for his wife rather than just give him the perishables then thats borderline homo. You see you are using the food to get to the wife for a last minute hoorah because you go on a boring holiday with a man you clearly have only partime use for since you are using the perishables to get into your neighbours panties.

Also it would depend on whether the container you gave them is disposable. If it is not disposable then it means you deliberately did that so that you would have reason to make another trip to the neighbours so you can retrieve the container but we both know the container is just the decoy for the lust you have in your heart.

Now if you just give them the food regarless of who answers the door and dont invite yourself in for tea then thats a hetero reason.


If you husband has any part in taking the food to the neighbour thats hella gay. Although maybe if the neighbour is not married it might be ok if you ask him nicely, but then again how much do you trust him? You wouldn't want to create a situation where a lonely nieghbour sets her sights on your husband. It has happened before. Worse if your husband is a handy man, your neighbour would be asking him over to check her pipes, but then even so you would get jealous because your husband would be moving in on your woman of secret desire. Quite a pickle you have gotten yourself in.

I figure your best bet is to hope your husband is secretly hooking up with drdivo instead of having fixing your neighbours pipes that way you all win.

Cherrio.

Ill be back after i hit the big 3000