I've blown so many str8 guys that I can't even imagine. They love it and can continue to say that they are str8, if they like. Who am I to burst their fantasies. I have several who have a routine of coming by my house on "their" day of the week. One can only come by monthly. It's so funny. Once, two of them got their days mixed up and came by the house at about the same time. They were both vying for my attention, but I just laughed at the one who was not supposed to be there on that day. I have one who will bring by the latest magazine to read; what a joke! He opens it up and immediately turns to the section where you see mainly the man's penis. He then quietly reaches over to feel mine and plays with his some. This means he's ready to blow me. There is one who waits on his girlfriend to head to work and less than five minutes after she's gone, he's calling me. He always greets me with the door unlocked, wearing a pair of nylon shorts. He never wears underwear and things get very festive. I love it when he leans over in front of me to put on a dvd. I usually just stick my finger where his ass is located and he simply backs up. One comes by the house and picks me up in his jacked up truck (a southern thing) and takes me for a ride. We always go park in the same place looking over a river and all I have to do is touch him and he is primed and ready to go. I'll never forget the first time I asked to see it, he said "as long as you don't touch it," so I immediately reached over and gave him a blow job. Can't get rid of him. One wants me to take pics of him, since he thinks he's going to be a star someday. Only in his mind! When I was the entertainment director for a gay bar, they used to "audition" for stripper. I only liked the stud puppies. But then, all of them thought they were the stud puppy. One wanted me to go out with he and his friends all the time. There were five of them and they all knew I was gay. Each would find the time to sneak by the house or call me for me to come over. Three of them are married now, but I would not attend their weddings. Didn't think I should confuse them any longer...ha ha ha ha. But the best is when a str8 married man/guy is having trouble with his wife/girlfriend and chooses you, a gay friend, to confide in at 2 and 3 a.m. Sometimes they have been drinking and I immediately know where its heading. Love to tease them and send them on their way. One guy rang my doorbell for over an hour, running back and forth from his truck to the front porch in the pouring rain. Finally, I let him in and he told me his sad story that his wife said she didn't love him anymore. So I told him to take off his wet clothes and lie down on the carpet so I could f**k him. Afterwards, he drove from Arkansas to Pennsylvania, to reconcile with her. I love "str8" men!
Stories about blowing a straight friend/mate is one thing, stories from your live as a Hustler is another.

























