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Straight Boy Gets Curious (MM)
by Michael Stewart (c) 1987
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The Diary of Michael Stewart: Saturday, November 28, 1987 -
Phil is/was a friend of a friend who was buying some computer
equipment from me that I had laying around...the fact that he was 23 years
old, and an Italian cugine from Staten Island kept more than the
merchandise he was buying on my mind, but I didn't think anything would
come of it, since from all reports, he was a real straight arrow.
He was supposed to come over early in the afternoon, but didn't show
up until about six, by which time I was somewhat pissed off and I wasn't
exactly on my best behavior. He was hot, alright, with a really big basket
and a hairy chest (if you read my profile, you know, that's the quickest
way into my heart - and pants!), and I figured, fuck being Mr. Nice Guy, I
was gonna make a play for him.
I made a big deal about one gay computer service I'm on, and finally
maneuvered him into asking what was on it. I said to him, "Why don't you
sign in and find out?" grinning behind his back...
To make a long story short, he did, and started reading some of the
hardcore files. He didn't seem too interested, until he got to some of the
stories I'd written. I could tell he was interested in that one because he
kept stopping the screen, to read it all, but I couldn't really tell what
his reaction was.
About halfway through the story, he looked up me (I was standing over
him, behind the chair he was sitting in so I could look at both the screen
and his basket), with a strange expression on his face, and asked, "You
really give head to other guys?"
I told him the truth - that was my favorite fucking hobby - and that
seemed to satisfy him for a few minutes, because he went back to reading.
After those few minutes, though, he stopped again, and looked up again and
asked, "You really suck cock?"
As I said: fuck being Mr. Nice Guy! I nodded, spun the chair around,
and grabbed him right between the legs. I was right; he -was- interested,
and hard, too. I suppose I was taking advantage of him, but I like to
never miss an opportunity! Before he could react, I started massaging his
cock bulge, and I remember telling him, "Shit, you're hung like a fucking
horse!" and "What a cock, guy!" (You gotta make these straight guys feel
like they're doing you a favor by letting you worship them, or you'll never
get to first base!). As I was talking, I pulled open his belt, snapped
open his pants and pulled down his zipper, and then started rubbing his
cock through his briefs. It felt about average-sized, but I figured, with
the basket he shows, he's got a lot more than I could feel. I had to have
a look.
I then got down on my knees and yanked the pants and the briefs down,
first to his knees, and then to his ankles. I was right. His cock was
average, maybe 6", 6-1/2", uncut, but his balls were huge! Not quite like
lemons (everybody in porno magazines seems to have either lemon-sized balls
or grapefruit-sized balls); more like hefty walnuts, in a hairy sac. I
thought I'd show this straight boy exactly what I do.
First thing I did was lick his nuts, something I bet his girlfriend
never did for him. First one, then the other. I tried to get both into my
mouth, but his sac was just too damned hefty for me to manage. I could say
I was having a ball...
Then I ran my tongue up his shaft, and around the head...then back
down the shaft. Then back up...and then I went down on him, burying my
nose in his tight, curly pubic hair. He was shifting his ass back and
forth in the chair, moaning and breathing hard, so I could tell he was
enjoying it as much as I was. Up and down I went, sucking, licking,
running my tongue around his cock, fondling his nuts with one hand and
balancing myself with my other.
I pushed his shirt and sweater up a little bit so I could see his
stomach, and sure enough, it was the kind I like, nice and hairy. I
whipped out my cock, and the hand I was using to balance myself went to
work.
I figured I'd better get him to come soon so he'll remember this as
the blow-job of his life, so I put every trick I knew into it. Running the
wide part of my tongue around the head of his cock seemed to be a real
winner with Phil, probably because he was uncut and not used to all that
stimulation, and after the second or third time, I felt him get real stiff,
and I knew he was gonna shoot.
I pulled off fast and started to jerk him, but he reached up and
knocked my hand away with his and started working on himself. Fine, I
figured, let me watch this straight Italian boy jerk himself off in my
living room while I do the same thing to myself. It was great!
In just a couple of strokes, he spread his legs really wide (at least,
as far apart as he could get them with his pants wrapped around his
ankles!), and groaned, and shot on his stomach, his legs, and me. As soon
as his cum hit my cheek, it sent me over the edge, and I blasted, half on
the rug and half (quite purposely), on his leg.
He kept stroking for a minute or so after he came, and boy, did I wish
I had film in the instant camera! He looked so hot, this studly Italian
straight boy, with his pants around his ankles, his cock in his hand, and
cum all over his stomach and legs...
I guess the feeling went away real fast; he didn't even bother to wipe
himself off, just stood up and pulled his briefs and pants back up. As he
was tucking his shirt in, he said, "I've never done anything like that
before. I hope this will stay between you and me," and two minutes later
he was out the door.
Sure, Phil. Just between you and me. (grin)
THE END