fireside
Porn Star
I figure I may as well share this story since I get to read everyone else's. Be forewarned that there will be mention of drug use, alcohol, and sexual situations. For those of you this may offend, your further reading is at your own peril.
I lived with a really hot straight guy in 1999. He was about 6'3, weighed about 180 lbs, short black hair, brown eyes (I can get a picture of him now, or direct you to his MySpace, but only upon request)...and I'd say about 7.5 x 5 cut. One night a few of my friends and I decided to take a little ecstasy and hang out around the apartment. He wasn't home at the time, but did arrive a while after. He was hammered to the wall drunk when he did get home, saw all of us rolling, and decided to play with us (back rubs, glowstick stuff, you know). Eventually he started to crawl towards his room (I told you he was shitfaced). I, thinking this was hilarious--and the carpet felt good--decided to crawl after him. He laid out on the floor on his back, so I put my head on his chest. He started rubbing my head, which in my state of mind felt fucking awesome. We started chit chatting about all kinds of stuff. Next thing I know he picks my head up and starts making out with me. Part of me wanted to stop him because he was drunk, but I was in an everything-feels-good mood, so I went with it. After a bit he decided to finish his crawl to his room to go to bed, and I rejoined my friends in the living room rolling. They being all gay guys decided to rib me a little bit for playing with the drunk straight guy, with some admonishment.
The next day I talked with him about it, largely because he was my roommate and good friend and I didn't want there to be any tension or unease between the two of us. He assured me that there wouldn't be any sort of drama, and even kissed me again just to prove the point. That for me was somewhat of an invitation to put my hands in his pants, and I wound up giving him a blowjob. He signaled his approval by forgetting to tell me when he was coming, so I wound up with a mouthful of boy juice (I swallowed). After that, we just started talking about whatever, as though nothing happened. (I may have even gone to do the dishes and start cooking dinner; that part's fuzzy.)
A couple of days later in the middle of the afternoon, he'd come home from school and I'd just woken up. He laid on his bed, and I went into his room and started chit chatting with him about school and his day and what would become my day. I started giving him a back massage. He was a long-distance runner in high school, so he was still pretty lean and muscular. I then flipped him over and started rubbing his chest; he grabbed my head and started making out with me. This deteriorated into me giving him head for a little bit. I then took out a condom, put it on his hard shaft, and slid him inside me. He fucked me pretty good for a bit, then came inside me (the condom). He then told me that's the first time he'd ever had intercourse with anybody. Part of me felt accomplished, part of me felt like somewhat of a thief, mostly because I knew his primary attractions were to females.
That was the one and only time we'd ever fucked like that, but we'd done the head giving (and eventually receiving thing) on and off for a bit until he started dating a girl. Over the years we messed around here and there, but he primarily maintained relationships with girls. To this day we're still really good friends, but he's decided he's not playing with guys anymore.
I know some of you guys are going to say "he's not straight if he plays with you like that", or something to that effect. Those are merely semantics, labels and such. He knows what he likes emotionally and sexually. We talk about it sometimes, along with other stuff. I just saw him last weekend over Mardi Gras. He's still really fucking hot. Hope that was good reading for you guys.
I lived with a really hot straight guy in 1999. He was about 6'3, weighed about 180 lbs, short black hair, brown eyes (I can get a picture of him now, or direct you to his MySpace, but only upon request)...and I'd say about 7.5 x 5 cut. One night a few of my friends and I decided to take a little ecstasy and hang out around the apartment. He wasn't home at the time, but did arrive a while after. He was hammered to the wall drunk when he did get home, saw all of us rolling, and decided to play with us (back rubs, glowstick stuff, you know). Eventually he started to crawl towards his room (I told you he was shitfaced). I, thinking this was hilarious--and the carpet felt good--decided to crawl after him. He laid out on the floor on his back, so I put my head on his chest. He started rubbing my head, which in my state of mind felt fucking awesome. We started chit chatting about all kinds of stuff. Next thing I know he picks my head up and starts making out with me. Part of me wanted to stop him because he was drunk, but I was in an everything-feels-good mood, so I went with it. After a bit he decided to finish his crawl to his room to go to bed, and I rejoined my friends in the living room rolling. They being all gay guys decided to rib me a little bit for playing with the drunk straight guy, with some admonishment.
The next day I talked with him about it, largely because he was my roommate and good friend and I didn't want there to be any tension or unease between the two of us. He assured me that there wouldn't be any sort of drama, and even kissed me again just to prove the point. That for me was somewhat of an invitation to put my hands in his pants, and I wound up giving him a blowjob. He signaled his approval by forgetting to tell me when he was coming, so I wound up with a mouthful of boy juice (I swallowed). After that, we just started talking about whatever, as though nothing happened. (I may have even gone to do the dishes and start cooking dinner; that part's fuzzy.)
A couple of days later in the middle of the afternoon, he'd come home from school and I'd just woken up. He laid on his bed, and I went into his room and started chit chatting with him about school and his day and what would become my day. I started giving him a back massage. He was a long-distance runner in high school, so he was still pretty lean and muscular. I then flipped him over and started rubbing his chest; he grabbed my head and started making out with me. This deteriorated into me giving him head for a little bit. I then took out a condom, put it on his hard shaft, and slid him inside me. He fucked me pretty good for a bit, then came inside me (the condom). He then told me that's the first time he'd ever had intercourse with anybody. Part of me felt accomplished, part of me felt like somewhat of a thief, mostly because I knew his primary attractions were to females.
That was the one and only time we'd ever fucked like that, but we'd done the head giving (and eventually receiving thing) on and off for a bit until he started dating a girl. Over the years we messed around here and there, but he primarily maintained relationships with girls. To this day we're still really good friends, but he's decided he's not playing with guys anymore.
I know some of you guys are going to say "he's not straight if he plays with you like that", or something to that effect. Those are merely semantics, labels and such. He knows what he likes emotionally and sexually. We talk about it sometimes, along with other stuff. I just saw him last weekend over Mardi Gras. He's still really fucking hot. Hope that was good reading for you guys.
Yeah, that's real nice. And also useful.