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Some of the Str8 guys I've been with
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You write very well. Again, I'm pretty sure you're telling truth. I think the people who object just haven't experienced the full range of motions that men go through when they're hunting sex.
drdivo
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Thanks, tygrbryte!
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I certainly don't see any of this being impossible to believe. I myself have been with my share of "str8" guys. Many of whom were dating my sisters at the time. Others have been friends who wanted to just take a walk on the wild side.
drdivo
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I guess it's time to talk about the Ninny, or .. my primary example that sex with a self-absorbed straight man can actually be an emotionally destructive and traumatic experience.
In my Yahoo chat days, I met up with Ninny online - he was in Austin, and he was str8, with a woman, and had had a blowjob or two. he was coming to Houston, and was looking for some more high quality head.
He had such a cute picture - short, stocky, built Hispanic guy (although he insists that he's Italian.) Weight lifter with a little belly.
On his trip through Houston, he looked me up. We had some great (and I mean GREAT) sex - just oral and j/o, though. We continued to chat on Yahoo after his trip. He came back through town. More mostly satisfying sex. He came back through town again. More mostly satisfying sex.
He was living with his girlfriend, I think, he talked about her all the time. I was headed to Dallas for a big weekend party. I asked him if he'd like to meet me up in Dallas for the weekend; hang out with gay people. Be my date for the party.
He met me up there at JR's. J.R.? Dallas? Get it? It's the bar next to Sue Ellen's? Sue Ellen? Dallas? Are you getting it? Took me 25 years.
He was quite reticent and reserved at JR's. We went back to my friend's house where we were spending the weekend. Had some unsatisfying sex in the guest room, slept together in the bed. Hung out all day Saturday; the party was populated with some 100 people and a male stripper.
The male stripper was Honduran, I think - very cute, very well built, about 5'6" high, and with a HUGE dick.
The stripper got TOASTED, and we left him in the other guest room while we went out for a few cocktails after the party. Came home from the bar and went to bed with the Ninny. Had a little j/o and went to sleep.
At 0300, the Honduran stripper came into the bedroom, and crawled into our bed. With the Ninny. The Ninny began to respond. I was not included.
After a few seconds of feeling like the most pathetic homo on the planet, the stripper pushed me. Hard. Off the bed. Well, I'm a plus sized homo, so I didn't get all the way off the bed, but I thought - this is ridiculous. So, I got up, put on my robe and went out into the living room to wait it all out.
A few moments later, here comes the Ninny - what's wrong?
Uh - global warming? People voting Republican? You guess.
And here comes the Honduran stripper "Iyam Sowry." Yeah, whatever.
Bottom line, the Ninny and I went back to bed together, and the stripper was evicted. But, the Ninny was upset with me that I hadn't been understanding enough to let him have an encounter with such a hot guy when it was one of his rare chances to do so.
Oh, my.
Next morning, I'm sitting in the kitchen relating the story with my friend and host, and here comes the Ninny. Dressed. Carrying his bag. Without going into the lie he told us, he went across town to have sex with a guy he had talked to at the party.
We found that out later, when he and the other guy started dating.
They're still together - living together as a happy couple with an "open" relationship, although I doubt that openness is known to his boyfriend.
I see them from time to time at parties in Dallas. They both profess not to know who I am. I just roll my eyes.
In my Yahoo chat days, I met up with Ninny online - he was in Austin, and he was str8, with a woman, and had had a blowjob or two. he was coming to Houston, and was looking for some more high quality head.
He had such a cute picture - short, stocky, built Hispanic guy (although he insists that he's Italian.) Weight lifter with a little belly.
On his trip through Houston, he looked me up. We had some great (and I mean GREAT) sex - just oral and j/o, though. We continued to chat on Yahoo after his trip. He came back through town. More mostly satisfying sex. He came back through town again. More mostly satisfying sex.
He was living with his girlfriend, I think, he talked about her all the time. I was headed to Dallas for a big weekend party. I asked him if he'd like to meet me up in Dallas for the weekend; hang out with gay people. Be my date for the party.
He met me up there at JR's. J.R.? Dallas? Get it? It's the bar next to Sue Ellen's? Sue Ellen? Dallas? Are you getting it? Took me 25 years.
He was quite reticent and reserved at JR's. We went back to my friend's house where we were spending the weekend. Had some unsatisfying sex in the guest room, slept together in the bed. Hung out all day Saturday; the party was populated with some 100 people and a male stripper.
The male stripper was Honduran, I think - very cute, very well built, about 5'6" high, and with a HUGE dick.
The stripper got TOASTED, and we left him in the other guest room while we went out for a few cocktails after the party. Came home from the bar and went to bed with the Ninny. Had a little j/o and went to sleep.
At 0300, the Honduran stripper came into the bedroom, and crawled into our bed. With the Ninny. The Ninny began to respond. I was not included.
After a few seconds of feeling like the most pathetic homo on the planet, the stripper pushed me. Hard. Off the bed. Well, I'm a plus sized homo, so I didn't get all the way off the bed, but I thought - this is ridiculous. So, I got up, put on my robe and went out into the living room to wait it all out.
A few moments later, here comes the Ninny - what's wrong?
Uh - global warming? People voting Republican? You guess.
And here comes the Honduran stripper "Iyam Sowry." Yeah, whatever.
Bottom line, the Ninny and I went back to bed together, and the stripper was evicted. But, the Ninny was upset with me that I hadn't been understanding enough to let him have an encounter with such a hot guy when it was one of his rare chances to do so.
Oh, my.
Next morning, I'm sitting in the kitchen relating the story with my friend and host, and here comes the Ninny. Dressed. Carrying his bag. Without going into the lie he told us, he went across town to have sex with a guy he had talked to at the party.
We found that out later, when he and the other guy started dating.
They're still together - living together as a happy couple with an "open" relationship, although I doubt that openness is known to his boyfriend.
I see them from time to time at parties in Dallas. They both profess not to know who I am. I just roll my eyes.
drdivo
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Travis II
Tonight, I was expecting the Comcast repair guys to be here for hours, as they were SUPPOSED to be re-wiring the entire house. They instead spliced a cable and split, leaving me with way too much time on my hands. The room mate's working an overnight, and I was trying to maneuver Secret Agent Man into coming over after work.
He being my favorite fuck, of course.
He was waffling, as he's been doing lately. He discontinued his yahoo email account, which was my way to reach him. So, a week ago I rejoined manhunt, since he hangs out there all day long. We started emailing back and forth there earlier this week. He told me that he needs to take some time - he's been really feeling the pressure of this other life, and he's got to reflect.
Meaning, he's starting to lose control over his managing the feelings and sexual compulsion. And, he's starting to feel emotion where he didn't before.
That was reading between many line fragments, and it is, of course, self serving.
He didn't come over, though. He gave a flip remark about my room mate needing to replace the bottle of goose that he had brought over on his last visit and then logged out of Manhunt for the day.
So, here I sat. I had an hour long conversation with the guy who owns our company about management issues. I had a thirty minute conversation with my old friend PJ about a business associate we used to deal with who was just HORRIBLE to us some twelve years ago when our firm refused to lay down over a hundred grand to fly her, her husband, entourage and a US Congresscritter to China - who's now in prison for visa fraud.
And I was horny, dammit. I surfed through ALL of the bottom men on Mansunt (that's French, with the cedilla) and found my massage guy lurking in there. And none of this was doing me a lick of good. So, over to Craigslist I surfed.
Boring.
Boring.
Boring.
Chronic poster.
Boring.
And here was a new ad from a guy just two major intersections away who was wanting to get fucked for the first time since college. Late 30s. Athletic. Yadda yadda. No picture.
What harm could there be?
So I shot him an email - stats, top, DDF, can host, discrete .. blah, blah.
<ping>
It's gmail telling me that there's someone interested in my wares. "Can you host?"
Uh, yeah.
He sends a picture. Pretty handsome guy! Nice lips. Nervous as a cat in an underwater pit bull convention.
He comes over. Nice - 6'1", strawberry blond hair, blue eyes, fuzzy, nay, hairy. Huge shoulders and pecs, rock solid legs and abs - this is what they mean when they say someone's got a linebacker build. He was at least 240, and aside from the belly, he was all muscle.
And his dick .. big mushroom head (well, in comparison to the shaft anyway) and huge nuts. But .. compared to this huge man? It was like .. uh .. is that it?
Who am I to complain?
He wanted fucked and he wanted it right now. He spent some time sucking dick, making it quite clear a.) he has potential, and b.) he only knows of sucking dick from the four dick lickings he's had from females and str8 porn. He was breathing hard enough to make me reach for digitalis in his behalf.
I got him up on the bed on all fours and started to work some lube into his hole. Moaning? Moaning like no one's business. He started to wriggle his big, rock solid ass.
After a few minutes of my pushing, massaging, teasing and stretching he asked if he could be excused to try to pee.
I love that - they're so unused to the prostate pressure that they associate it with the only link to that sort of feeling they can pull from their meagre str8 brain.
Of course, he didn't have to pee.
Coming back from the bathroom, he demonstrated his further potential as a regular fuck buddy by crawling on the bed and mounting my crotch. He was engaged in shoulder to knee full body contact, writhing and moaning, and clearly ready to take the real deal.
I pushed him (gently) off of me and rolled him over to my right on the big red bed. One suggestion "on your belly" and he was read to spread it and take one for the team.
I had to oblige!
He has such a big, beefy ass, and it's so rock hard that it's one that my plain ol' average dick could barely penetrate. But, I got 'er done anyway.
Moan? Pre-cum? Holy smokes. You'll be laundering these sheets later, sir.
Flipped him over on his back and fucked him slowly - he was complaining a little because it was deeper and more than he was expecting, but he did say "I'd like to do this again" before I busted a nut all over his tanned, fuzzy belly.
He unloaded his big nuts from that little tube, and after wiping down, returned to his regularly scheduled life.
I suggested he could come by - just drop me an email.
Time will tell.
Tonight, I was expecting the Comcast repair guys to be here for hours, as they were SUPPOSED to be re-wiring the entire house. They instead spliced a cable and split, leaving me with way too much time on my hands. The room mate's working an overnight, and I was trying to maneuver Secret Agent Man into coming over after work.
He being my favorite fuck, of course.
He was waffling, as he's been doing lately. He discontinued his yahoo email account, which was my way to reach him. So, a week ago I rejoined manhunt, since he hangs out there all day long. We started emailing back and forth there earlier this week. He told me that he needs to take some time - he's been really feeling the pressure of this other life, and he's got to reflect.
Meaning, he's starting to lose control over his managing the feelings and sexual compulsion. And, he's starting to feel emotion where he didn't before.
That was reading between many line fragments, and it is, of course, self serving.
He didn't come over, though. He gave a flip remark about my room mate needing to replace the bottle of goose that he had brought over on his last visit and then logged out of Manhunt for the day.
So, here I sat. I had an hour long conversation with the guy who owns our company about management issues. I had a thirty minute conversation with my old friend PJ about a business associate we used to deal with who was just HORRIBLE to us some twelve years ago when our firm refused to lay down over a hundred grand to fly her, her husband, entourage and a US Congresscritter to China - who's now in prison for visa fraud.
And I was horny, dammit. I surfed through ALL of the bottom men on Mansunt (that's French, with the cedilla) and found my massage guy lurking in there. And none of this was doing me a lick of good. So, over to Craigslist I surfed.
Boring.
Boring.
Boring.
Chronic poster.
Boring.
And here was a new ad from a guy just two major intersections away who was wanting to get fucked for the first time since college. Late 30s. Athletic. Yadda yadda. No picture.
What harm could there be?
So I shot him an email - stats, top, DDF, can host, discrete .. blah, blah.
<ping>
It's gmail telling me that there's someone interested in my wares. "Can you host?"
Uh, yeah.
He sends a picture. Pretty handsome guy! Nice lips. Nervous as a cat in an underwater pit bull convention.
He comes over. Nice - 6'1", strawberry blond hair, blue eyes, fuzzy, nay, hairy. Huge shoulders and pecs, rock solid legs and abs - this is what they mean when they say someone's got a linebacker build. He was at least 240, and aside from the belly, he was all muscle.
And his dick .. big mushroom head (well, in comparison to the shaft anyway) and huge nuts. But .. compared to this huge man? It was like .. uh .. is that it?
Who am I to complain?
He wanted fucked and he wanted it right now. He spent some time sucking dick, making it quite clear a.) he has potential, and b.) he only knows of sucking dick from the four dick lickings he's had from females and str8 porn. He was breathing hard enough to make me reach for digitalis in his behalf.
I got him up on the bed on all fours and started to work some lube into his hole. Moaning? Moaning like no one's business. He started to wriggle his big, rock solid ass.
After a few minutes of my pushing, massaging, teasing and stretching he asked if he could be excused to try to pee.
I love that - they're so unused to the prostate pressure that they associate it with the only link to that sort of feeling they can pull from their meagre str8 brain.
Of course, he didn't have to pee.
Coming back from the bathroom, he demonstrated his further potential as a regular fuck buddy by crawling on the bed and mounting my crotch. He was engaged in shoulder to knee full body contact, writhing and moaning, and clearly ready to take the real deal.
I pushed him (gently) off of me and rolled him over to my right on the big red bed. One suggestion "on your belly" and he was read to spread it and take one for the team.
I had to oblige!
He has such a big, beefy ass, and it's so rock hard that it's one that my plain ol' average dick could barely penetrate. But, I got 'er done anyway.
Moan? Pre-cum? Holy smokes. You'll be laundering these sheets later, sir.
Flipped him over on his back and fucked him slowly - he was complaining a little because it was deeper and more than he was expecting, but he did say "I'd like to do this again" before I busted a nut all over his tanned, fuzzy belly.
He unloaded his big nuts from that little tube, and after wiping down, returned to his regularly scheduled life.
I suggested he could come by - just drop me an email.
Time will tell.
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"US Congresscritter"! YOU definitely have a "Way" with Words!!!
As much as I Loved the rest, that just sorta jumped out at me!
Damn! I ADORE reading Your posts!!
And ... wish I was having nearly half the "Fun" that You are!!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
drdivo
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Fun? Hm. That's arguable. SOME of it's fun but a lot of it's just disconnected. The str8 guys are completely in their heads when this is going on - I'm just sort of an animated dildo that helps them satisfy the huge fantasy that they've built up in their minds. Tonight, Travis II looked at me ..maybe four times. Other than that, he had his eyes closed, focusing on his body and his mental image.
This sort of sex is what made me assert a couple of years ago that I'd rather just clean the bathroom than deal with someone's fantasy fulfillment - it lasts a lot longer, and I get a better feeling of accomplishment afterward.
But, if you want to know how these guys can be landed like the big ol' str8 fish that they are, I can tell you.
This sort of sex is what made me assert a couple of years ago that I'd rather just clean the bathroom than deal with someone's fantasy fulfillment - it lasts a lot longer, and I get a better feeling of accomplishment afterward.
But, if you want to know how these guys can be landed like the big ol' str8 fish that they are, I can tell you.
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O.K. ... I think I get your "Point"! Str8 Guys can be a Challenge!, an Objective!, even an Obsession! And ... could even become a "Job" that "Someone's gotta DO!" 
And ... after awhile ... can become "more" than just "Fun"! 
But ... no matter what ... it's STILL "FUN"!!
Problem is ... once you get to "Know the Ropes" (so to speak), they become fairly easy to "spot", seduce, and some of the "Fun" evaporates from "The Chase"!! Been "There", Done "That"!](/images/smilies/bang.gif "Brick wall ](*,)")
And then ... I was introduced into a group of Gay Guys!!
I found "My" Kev!
And haven't "Actively" chased a Str8 Guy since!!
Perhaps a "realignment" of "Interest" might be in order??
Then again ... I am so Fascinated by Your posts!!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
And ... after awhile ... can become "more" than just "Fun"! But ... no matter what ... it's STILL "FUN"!! Problem is ... once you get to "Know the Ropes" (so to speak), they become fairly easy to "spot", seduce, and some of the "Fun" evaporates from "The Chase"!! Been "There", Done "That"!
And then ... I was introduced into a group of Gay Guys!!
I found "My" Kev!
And haven't "Actively" chased a Str8 Guy since!! Perhaps a "realignment" of "Interest" might be in order??
Then again ... I am so Fascinated by Your posts!!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
drdivo
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David -
Back in the Yahoo chatroom days, I was surfing around late one night, and there was a guy who was looking for a first time experience in one of the Houston adult chatrooms. He had no picture, of course, and he described himself as being 23, Hispanic, athletic, etc., etc.
I was horny, bored, lonely, whatever, and he was close by. I grabbed his address and drove over there.
I got to his apartment, and he was as nervous as a cat. His daughter was asleep in the bedroom, he wanted to watch porn in the living room.
This boy was .. gorgeous. He was 5'11", about 195, 31" waist, big meaty thighs, big shoulders and chest, and hung like a mule. He had his pubes shaved to a tiny stripe from his groin to the base of his cock. His butt was perfectly round and rock hard. He had gold eyes. His eyes were amazing. A little VanDyke on his chin. Holy crap, he was smoldering.
He wanted right down to business. Between his anxiousness, his lack of prior experience, and his rock hard butt, it was a challenge. He'd take it, then pull all the way back, saying it hurt.
I was there for two hours, and never got off.
A few weeks later, he sent me an email, and wanted to try again. Over the next months and years, I must have fucked him a dozen times. He loved being sucked, but he always wanted it in the ass. I'd not hear from him for months, then he'd be all over my phone wanting to get together.
I'd see him, sometimes, driving in his car, or here and there. He always looked like a cross between an angel and a rock star. He moved to St. Louis for a while. Had a girlfriend. Broke up with her. Moved back. After he moved back, he called me and said he wanted me to pick him up from work and take him out. Big surprise, we had nothing to talk about.
By the end of our meetings, he and I were old hat, and he was very comfortable .. got into sucking cock finally. His body four years later was still gorgeous.
I hadn't thought about him in a couple of years, until I just recently moved my Yahoo photos over to photobucket, and ran across that picture of him, wearing a white t-shirt and flashing those incredible eyes.
Back in the Yahoo chatroom days, I was surfing around late one night, and there was a guy who was looking for a first time experience in one of the Houston adult chatrooms. He had no picture, of course, and he described himself as being 23, Hispanic, athletic, etc., etc.
I was horny, bored, lonely, whatever, and he was close by. I grabbed his address and drove over there.
I got to his apartment, and he was as nervous as a cat. His daughter was asleep in the bedroom, he wanted to watch porn in the living room.
This boy was .. gorgeous. He was 5'11", about 195, 31" waist, big meaty thighs, big shoulders and chest, and hung like a mule. He had his pubes shaved to a tiny stripe from his groin to the base of his cock. His butt was perfectly round and rock hard. He had gold eyes. His eyes were amazing. A little VanDyke on his chin. Holy crap, he was smoldering.
He wanted right down to business. Between his anxiousness, his lack of prior experience, and his rock hard butt, it was a challenge. He'd take it, then pull all the way back, saying it hurt.
I was there for two hours, and never got off.
A few weeks later, he sent me an email, and wanted to try again. Over the next months and years, I must have fucked him a dozen times. He loved being sucked, but he always wanted it in the ass. I'd not hear from him for months, then he'd be all over my phone wanting to get together.
I'd see him, sometimes, driving in his car, or here and there. He always looked like a cross between an angel and a rock star. He moved to St. Louis for a while. Had a girlfriend. Broke up with her. Moved back. After he moved back, he called me and said he wanted me to pick him up from work and take him out. Big surprise, we had nothing to talk about.
By the end of our meetings, he and I were old hat, and he was very comfortable .. got into sucking cock finally. His body four years later was still gorgeous.
I hadn't thought about him in a couple of years, until I just recently moved my Yahoo photos over to photobucket, and ran across that picture of him, wearing a white t-shirt and flashing those incredible eyes.
great stories dr divo
i can relate to them becos I used to be the str8 guy
still am but more the married horny bi now
maybe you guys would like to hear from the other side
how to preserve the family situation is the first consideration
fears of discovery from family and friends
fears of disease
but there is the excitement of sex and new experiences
and like secret agent man i lie and weave stories about my life to guys who ask
and you gay guys do like to pry into a guys privacy dont you?
and like him I also discover with sex and time, emotional feelings can arise
so to make things easier - maximum 3 meetings and its on to someone new
keep up with the stories
i can relate to them becos I used to be the str8 guy
still am but more the married horny bi now
maybe you guys would like to hear from the other side
how to preserve the family situation is the first consideration
fears of discovery from family and friends
fears of disease
but there is the excitement of sex and new experiences
and like secret agent man i lie and weave stories about my life to guys who ask
and you gay guys do like to pry into a guys privacy dont you?
and like him I also discover with sex and time, emotional feelings can arise
so to make things easier - maximum 3 meetings and its on to someone new
keep up with the stories
xyboyms
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Wow amazing stories! Good for you! I wish I was that lucky!
drdivo
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The other day, I had an email from "Dave." "Dave" is his nom de plume; his real name is the same as mine.
I met "Dave" on daddyhunt.com - he had a fuzzy body, and an ad looking for a top. No face pics, of course. He sent me a message (rather than the other way around, which is my norm.) He was all about conversation - I'd get a blizzard of Daddyhunt messages from him each week.
I believe it was more than six months from the first messages to the time he was telling me he wanted to meet. It had come through the ongoing communications that he was married, had never been with another man, and had been having fantasies about sex with a man.
His emails asked about the usual - doesn't it hurt? Was I an AIDS ridden disease carrier? Shouldn't he be worried about carrying something home to his wife? How many men HAVE I slept with? (You just shouldn't ask that of a gay man. First off, numbers don't go that high. It's like the Bush budget deficits. No one really knows how much.) I dutifully answered all of the questions. Again. I should really have put all of that nonsense on a macro. Now that I've hung up my married man spurs, it really doesn't matter any more. But, a sound notion - in hindsight.
In the summer of 2006, he wanted to meet up finally. I met him at a Starbucks a few blocks from the house at about 8:00 one morning. He was so nervous - he was shaking. He could hardly sit still.
I can't say he didn't look like his pictures, as he was of course wearing office attire. He'd never sent me his face picture, so I couldn't tell if the fuzzy boxer short wearing creature in his daddyhunt profile was the flustered man vibrating at the harmonic rate of first sexual encounter seated opposite me.
He was scared to death - I think he'd have felt more confident at a carjacking. But, it was a different kind of jacking that he had signed up for, and he went willingly to his debut. We headed back to my place (I was still working from home then) and into the huge master bedroom.
He was shaking like a leaf as I began to undress him. He's smaller than he looked in the pictures - about 5'9" and 160 pounds, and carpeted with fur all over the front. Other elements were smaller than they appeared in the visual imagery, too.
He tentatively cupped my nuts with a frigid hand, and I pulled him in to kiss me. His whole body was shaking violently. He was still wearing his droopy, white, vertically striped cotton boxer shorts. He hadn't expected kissing, but he got right into it. I had both of his ass cheeks firmly in my large hands and he was moaning.
I pulled his boxers off of him - he had so much pubic hair that his nads were barely peeking out at a cruel new world. I invited him over to the bed, and we lay down - he was caressing me lightly, like he wasn't sure if I'd bite. I pulled down on his nuts a little bit and he shot a huge load all over me, the duvet, the pillow .. it was everywhere.
In a little boy's voice, he says "oh, wow. Sorry that happened so fast."
Of course, that also meant he was really pretty much done. He wanted to see me jack off - so I did, thinking that I could have had as much entertainment with a decent DVD and a little privacy, but what the hell.
The next day, I get an email telling me he was glad I was patient and helped him through this, but that he was never going to do this again. He can't do this to his wife. He can't see that there's any benefit to these sexual urges, and since he's now tried it, he won't be back.
I, of course, set my calendar reminder for "three weeks."
Right on time.
The emails start back up. Tentative at first. More fully developed after a few days. "I can't stop thinking about how much I wanted to suck your cock. I'm hard here at work - I'm leaking out into my khakis."
Just get over yourself and do it, then.
During the height of Christmas season, some household need for holiday excelsior brought him out away from the wife and kids with a plausible excuse that would cover enough time. He nicked in the front door and into the master bedroom and was out of his clothes in a flash. That visit, he learned about the puppeteering skills I possess, and again came like a shot with serious pressure on his prostate.
Not before he'd been pushed to his knees for his first experience worshiping at the temple of knob polishing, though. No pun intended, but he sucked. It was like he'd been forced to lick a radioactive waste pile or something. But, it was what he wanted, so he kept after it until I pushed him off and decided to push his prostate button repeatedly.
Most straight men have no concept that head can be bad. To them, even half-assed, drunk, tentative head is like manna from Heaven. To me, bad head is just irritating. Bad head with teeth requires an act of revenge.
But, I had insufficient time to wreak my havoc on his sphincter as I had intended. He blasted off and was immediately concerned about getting home before the wife was suspicious.
The next day ... c'mon .. you know what happened.
I get an email telling me he was glad I was patient and helped him through this, but that he was never going to do this again. He can't do this to his wife. He can't see that there's any benefit to these sexual urges, and since he's now tried it (sucking dick - he didn't the first time, and so he felt like he hadn't done it all,) he won't be back. Ver. 2.01.
I set my calendar reminder for another five weeks.
Bingo.
In February, he tells me (in the FIRST email) that he's bought himself a small dildo and he's been practicing with it, usually at the gym or in his office where he wouldn't be discovered. He loves it, loves the pressure, and wants to know when he can try the real deal.
I'm in the process of moving out of this house, and so I don't have a lot of room for schedule semantics (which are always a huge issue when one is engaged in expanding the minds of married men.) He comes over, and is VERY passionate - very into kissing, oral skills are improved, loves having his hole played with. We get to the main event and .. "ow ow ow ow ow."
Well, you cranked that hole down like it was a water tight door on the Andrea Doria. Jesus. "Ow" is an appropriate comment for me too.
For the THIRD time, I just had to jack off without his assistance, and without anything that brought me any .. reward.
Ugliness.
And the next day ...
I get an email telling me he was glad I was patient and helped him through this, but that he was never going to do this again. He can't do this to his wife. He can't see that there's any benefit to these sexual urges, and since he's now tried it ALL, he won't be back.
Ver. 3.01
You'll understand that I don't see a downside here. I reply that I really don't need an email from him in three weeks (the recycle time once a str8, married man has been penetrated) because it's JUST TOO DAMNED ANNOYING. I'm not a therapist (sexual or emotional) and I'm not getting a damned thing out of this.
I mean, even if he was a smokin' hot porn star (which is possible - that's a story thread about to gestate) who just wanted me to get him off with all of his restrictions and no benefit to me - I WOULDN'T DO IT. And, when you're not a smokin' hot porn star - WHAT THE HECK WAS I THINKING?
So, I told him to get lost.
Now, I've moved - I've been seven months in the new place, and two weeks ago I get an email from him. First one since I told him to go fuck his wife and leave we 'mos out of it.
"Hey, how's it going - long time - bet you're surprised to hear from me - hey, did you give me crabs back when I saw you last? I saw you in February, and in late March I had crabs. Thought it was more likely from that lawyer I met off of Craigslist, though."
Back to the "all fags are disease ridden AIDS carriers" comment that EVERY married man delivers to the 'mo that is offering to sate his sexual curiousity.
Lord, do they teach them that in the church classes about the 'mosexual agenda? "Don't let a 'mo help you with your curiosity on the subject, because 'mosexuals spread A-I-D-S and everyone will know that's WHERE YOU CONTRACTED IT. From GAY HOMOSEXUAL BUTT SEX."
I informed him that had I shared the kootie kritters with him, he'd have been answering his wife's questions within 72 hours, not 46 days. Blah, blah. He's been exploring more male sex, but he pre-screens for married men ONLY. Because then that way, it's not so darned gay.
I have the info on him, though. He's a big ol' 'mo and isn't going to admit it. Until both kids are in college, at least. He zinged me so hard last week he could have been Rosalind Russel in "The Women." I told him just HOW gay that was. He's been pretty quiet since.
I met "Dave" on daddyhunt.com - he had a fuzzy body, and an ad looking for a top. No face pics, of course. He sent me a message (rather than the other way around, which is my norm.) He was all about conversation - I'd get a blizzard of Daddyhunt messages from him each week.
I believe it was more than six months from the first messages to the time he was telling me he wanted to meet. It had come through the ongoing communications that he was married, had never been with another man, and had been having fantasies about sex with a man.
His emails asked about the usual - doesn't it hurt? Was I an AIDS ridden disease carrier? Shouldn't he be worried about carrying something home to his wife? How many men HAVE I slept with? (You just shouldn't ask that of a gay man. First off, numbers don't go that high. It's like the Bush budget deficits. No one really knows how much.) I dutifully answered all of the questions. Again. I should really have put all of that nonsense on a macro. Now that I've hung up my married man spurs, it really doesn't matter any more. But, a sound notion - in hindsight.
In the summer of 2006, he wanted to meet up finally. I met him at a Starbucks a few blocks from the house at about 8:00 one morning. He was so nervous - he was shaking. He could hardly sit still.
I can't say he didn't look like his pictures, as he was of course wearing office attire. He'd never sent me his face picture, so I couldn't tell if the fuzzy boxer short wearing creature in his daddyhunt profile was the flustered man vibrating at the harmonic rate of first sexual encounter seated opposite me.
He was scared to death - I think he'd have felt more confident at a carjacking. But, it was a different kind of jacking that he had signed up for, and he went willingly to his debut. We headed back to my place (I was still working from home then) and into the huge master bedroom.
He was shaking like a leaf as I began to undress him. He's smaller than he looked in the pictures - about 5'9" and 160 pounds, and carpeted with fur all over the front. Other elements were smaller than they appeared in the visual imagery, too.
He tentatively cupped my nuts with a frigid hand, and I pulled him in to kiss me. His whole body was shaking violently. He was still wearing his droopy, white, vertically striped cotton boxer shorts. He hadn't expected kissing, but he got right into it. I had both of his ass cheeks firmly in my large hands and he was moaning.
I pulled his boxers off of him - he had so much pubic hair that his nads were barely peeking out at a cruel new world. I invited him over to the bed, and we lay down - he was caressing me lightly, like he wasn't sure if I'd bite. I pulled down on his nuts a little bit and he shot a huge load all over me, the duvet, the pillow .. it was everywhere.
In a little boy's voice, he says "oh, wow. Sorry that happened so fast."
Of course, that also meant he was really pretty much done. He wanted to see me jack off - so I did, thinking that I could have had as much entertainment with a decent DVD and a little privacy, but what the hell.
The next day, I get an email telling me he was glad I was patient and helped him through this, but that he was never going to do this again. He can't do this to his wife. He can't see that there's any benefit to these sexual urges, and since he's now tried it, he won't be back.
I, of course, set my calendar reminder for "three weeks."
Right on time.
The emails start back up. Tentative at first. More fully developed after a few days. "I can't stop thinking about how much I wanted to suck your cock. I'm hard here at work - I'm leaking out into my khakis."
Just get over yourself and do it, then.
During the height of Christmas season, some household need for holiday excelsior brought him out away from the wife and kids with a plausible excuse that would cover enough time. He nicked in the front door and into the master bedroom and was out of his clothes in a flash. That visit, he learned about the puppeteering skills I possess, and again came like a shot with serious pressure on his prostate.
Not before he'd been pushed to his knees for his first experience worshiping at the temple of knob polishing, though. No pun intended, but he sucked. It was like he'd been forced to lick a radioactive waste pile or something. But, it was what he wanted, so he kept after it until I pushed him off and decided to push his prostate button repeatedly.
Most straight men have no concept that head can be bad. To them, even half-assed, drunk, tentative head is like manna from Heaven. To me, bad head is just irritating. Bad head with teeth requires an act of revenge.
But, I had insufficient time to wreak my havoc on his sphincter as I had intended. He blasted off and was immediately concerned about getting home before the wife was suspicious.
The next day ... c'mon .. you know what happened.
I get an email telling me he was glad I was patient and helped him through this, but that he was never going to do this again. He can't do this to his wife. He can't see that there's any benefit to these sexual urges, and since he's now tried it (sucking dick - he didn't the first time, and so he felt like he hadn't done it all,) he won't be back. Ver. 2.01.
I set my calendar reminder for another five weeks.
Bingo.
In February, he tells me (in the FIRST email) that he's bought himself a small dildo and he's been practicing with it, usually at the gym or in his office where he wouldn't be discovered. He loves it, loves the pressure, and wants to know when he can try the real deal.
I'm in the process of moving out of this house, and so I don't have a lot of room for schedule semantics (which are always a huge issue when one is engaged in expanding the minds of married men.) He comes over, and is VERY passionate - very into kissing, oral skills are improved, loves having his hole played with. We get to the main event and .. "ow ow ow ow ow."
Well, you cranked that hole down like it was a water tight door on the Andrea Doria. Jesus. "Ow" is an appropriate comment for me too.
For the THIRD time, I just had to jack off without his assistance, and without anything that brought me any .. reward.
Ugliness.
And the next day ...
I get an email telling me he was glad I was patient and helped him through this, but that he was never going to do this again. He can't do this to his wife. He can't see that there's any benefit to these sexual urges, and since he's now tried it ALL, he won't be back.
Ver. 3.01
You'll understand that I don't see a downside here. I reply that I really don't need an email from him in three weeks (the recycle time once a str8, married man has been penetrated) because it's JUST TOO DAMNED ANNOYING. I'm not a therapist (sexual or emotional) and I'm not getting a damned thing out of this.
I mean, even if he was a smokin' hot porn star (which is possible - that's a story thread about to gestate) who just wanted me to get him off with all of his restrictions and no benefit to me - I WOULDN'T DO IT. And, when you're not a smokin' hot porn star - WHAT THE HECK WAS I THINKING?
So, I told him to get lost.
Now, I've moved - I've been seven months in the new place, and two weeks ago I get an email from him. First one since I told him to go fuck his wife and leave we 'mos out of it.
"Hey, how's it going - long time - bet you're surprised to hear from me - hey, did you give me crabs back when I saw you last? I saw you in February, and in late March I had crabs. Thought it was more likely from that lawyer I met off of Craigslist, though."
Back to the "all fags are disease ridden AIDS carriers" comment that EVERY married man delivers to the 'mo that is offering to sate his sexual curiousity.
Lord, do they teach them that in the church classes about the 'mosexual agenda? "Don't let a 'mo help you with your curiosity on the subject, because 'mosexuals spread A-I-D-S and everyone will know that's WHERE YOU CONTRACTED IT. From GAY HOMOSEXUAL BUTT SEX."
I informed him that had I shared the kootie kritters with him, he'd have been answering his wife's questions within 72 hours, not 46 days. Blah, blah. He's been exploring more male sex, but he pre-screens for married men ONLY. Because then that way, it's not so darned gay.
I have the info on him, though. He's a big ol' 'mo and isn't going to admit it. Until both kids are in college, at least. He zinged me so hard last week he could have been Rosalind Russel in "The Women." I told him just HOW gay that was. He's been pretty quiet since.
drdivo
On the Prowl
Hey Chaz! Thanks for the compliment. There's another one that I'm cooking up here that was slightly more rewarding than was "Dave." I'm also working on a (much shorter) thread for the dick dancers and porn stars whom I've "housed" over the years, and some of their shenanigans.