Straight Fuck by Callan Smith

There's nothing turns me on more than a straight guy bent on knowing what it's like to be gay. The kind who'll spend hours extolling the various virtues of the vagina and telling you how many girls he's fucked but who deep down is dying to get his ass licked - something girls just don't seem to do - and feel a hot tongue or, better still, several inches of prime dick up his heterosexual spout. He'd never admit it of course but you can bet your sweet butt he'll have had closet dreams about it. From my experience with straight guys --- limited I admit - it's only the fear of getting to like it too much that stops them from leaping across the great divide. Although I'm told it's quite fashionable nowadays to be 'bi.' Even so for most of them this means being on top and in complete control of the situation. So imagine my surprise when Mark came into my life and turned out to be a bottom.

He came ostensibly for a photo shoot. Said he needed close-ups and body shots. He had aspirations to be an actor or model, another sure fire clue that there was a homo bursting to get out of a hetero skin. He was fabulously good looking and naturally vain so he wasn't a difficult subject. One of his girl friends ran a His 'n Hers boutique so he'd brought all kinds of great outfits to wear. First class stuff too. The absolute latest in shirts, jackets and jeans. You name it, he had it. Everything that is except underwear. This became apparent as I took some torso shots of him in a simple shirt and jeans and, as he plunged his hands deep in his pockets and my eyes ran down his ab-track, I got some really appetising glimpses of the beginnings of his pubic hair brush. He said he got off on not wearing anything under his jeans and hoped I didn't mind. I didn't mind at all. Quite the contrary.

I told him he had a great physique and might as well make the most of it. I also told him to turn around and drop his jeans a bit so I could get some butt shots. When he looked a little dubious I told him the girls went wild for those. He obliged and I was lost beyond recall. He had the greatest butt I'd ever seen. And I've seen a few I can tell you. I tried not to let my tongue hang out or let him see how much I appreciated this particular 'asset' of his but it soon became apparent that he was only too aware that his butt was one of his best features. In fact I caught him sneaking a look at it in the mirror and preening his body to show it off to its best effect. Sensing my interest, he let my hungry lens feed on it for a while but, true to type, made it quite clear to me he was straight and before long started telling me how devoted his girl friend was to his big dick, especially when he fucked her for hours on end. Seems he was a long-laster or a slow-comer. Whatever.

I let him chatter on and eventually talked him into dropping his jeans completely. There was a bit of red material hanging over a chair and he wrapped it round his waist before turning round to face me. Whether this was out of modesty or just to stimulate my imagination I couldn't quite tell but there was something deliberately provocative about the way he looked straight into the camera and I could see a definite bulge developing under the flimsy material.

I decided to play him at his own game and began to tell him some juicy stories about my non-existent wife and what she did and didn't do in bed. This aroused his interest no end and naturally had quite a stirring effect on his bulge too. He asked me what sort of things she refused to do.

"Oh, the usual," I said. "She won't take it in the ass and she's not really into blow-jobs."

"So what do you do," he said, surreptitiously rubbing his dick.

"Well at the beginning I used to pick up a whore and get my jollies that way," I said. "But once I let a guy do it to me and he had a mouth like a suction pump so I closed my eyes and made believe it was Angelina Jolie."

He smiled at the pun I made with jollies and Jolie but pointed out that where he came from guys were guys and didn't do it with other guys.

"Do you mean to say you've never done it at college or with one of your buddies or something."

"Not really," he said. "I let somebody jerk me off under the shower once but that doesn't really count. We were just two jocks letting off steam. Why, am I missing out on something?"

"I don't know," I said, "It depends what turns you on. If you're getting what you want from your girlfriend then everything's all right."

"I'm not," he said staring me straight in the eye. "She doesn't satisfy all my needs but I'd feel unfaithful if I did it with a hooker or another girl."

"Maybe not with another guy," I said, meeting his gaze and measuring every word.

As if to answer my unformed question he gave me the greatest of 'do you want to fuck me' looks and then, hesitating for just a split second, let the red rag fall to the floor to enrage the rampant bull that was rapidly building up inside of me. He directed his fully erect dick towards the camera and therefore directly at me and asked if I'd like to suck him off.

"You've really turned me on with your stories," he said,"You sure know how to make a guy horny."

His dick was dripping with pre-cum and my mouth was watering for the taste of it.

"My dick drips like a tap when I'm excited," he added apologetically. "Mind you, it lubricates a girl's cunt up real good."

I choose to ignore that remark and turning my tongue into an upside down umbrella proceeded to drink from his delicious well. He ran his fingers through my hair and pulled me closer towards him. I opened wide and soon he was basting the back of my throat with his man-juice. I turned my mouth into an AJ suction-pump-cum-service station and had him groaning for more. Meanwhile my hands were working his butt like an expert pastry cook until we were letting out horny sounds of mutual appreciation. He'd only been in my studio for a little over an hour and here we were getting on like a house on fire. I had his beautiful butt within my grasp and his dick halfway down my throat.

When I thought the moment - and his butt -- were ripe I decided to throw caution to the winds and work my way in with my fingers. His ass responded so well to my touch that I pushed him back on to the leather chair I was using as a prop and lifted his legs so I could lick the length of his scrotum and drive him wild with my lips as I mouthed his balls and headed due south with my tongue.

"Wow," he said, sliding down the slippery leather as my tongue slid into his ass crack. "That feels good. Whatever you're doing, don't for fuck's sake stop."

I didn't. I wrapped his legs firmly round my neck and, using his own freely flowing love juice as lubricant, wedged my tongue into his hotly receptive ass. I resisted the temptation to inform him his pre-cum was not only effective on a girl's pussy but was doing a pretty good job on his ass hole too. Something told me he wouldn't really appreciate the remark. In fact it might even turn him off. Anyway by now I was too busy using by tongue as a fuck feather to waste it on idle conversation and he was too busy mewing with unmitigated pleasure and lapping at my tongue with his ass lips.

Momentarily he seemed to have forgotten all about his girl friend and had stopped playing the macho man and was letting himself go with the flow and to the excitement my tongue was producing in his anal regions.

"Wow," he said again. "Wow man, that sure hits the spot. Wowwwwee. Lay it on to me good."

I did my best while his ass did the rest.

When I couldn't produce any more spittle and my tongue had collapsed under the strain of being a fuck feather I lathered his heaving crack with spunk from his own dick and started finger fucking him. For someone who professed to never having been fucked, his ass was responding so well to my fingers that I feared at one stage it was going to swallow my hand if I inserted any more.

"Wowee," he kept saying, "Woweeeee. So this is what I've been missing. Wow!"

It was a bit repetitive but very encouraging to know my fingers were hitting his love button. I now had his prostrate exactly where I wanted it and was driving him wild with horny joy.

"Shit, Callan," he groaned and moaned, "Wow, fucking wow. What are you doing to me?"

"Something your girl-friend never did obviously." I said manipulating him over to my work desk so I could get a better grip on him and my wet fingers further up his heaving hole. He seemed insatiable and besides sticking my dick up there, which I didn't think was quite opportune –not yet anyway -- I didn't know what else to do to satisfy him. Then my eyes settled on a dildo some joker had given me for Christmas. I'd been using it as a paper weight so it wasn't the most hygienic thing to shove up someone's ass but I was sorely tempted. I stretched over and grabbed hold of it.

In between moans and groans and wowees, I managed to wipe it off with some baby oil I had handy and then lubed it up good and began slowly to insert it in his awesome orifice. At first, he thought it was my thumb or some other part of my hand. In fact it could quite well have been my wrist. I'd never know anyone with such a bottomless ass hole. Then he began to get suspicious and squirm.

"What are you doing?" he said.

"Just hold still a moment and tell me if you like it." I said.

This little encounter was turning out to be a first for both of us. He'd never done it with a man and I'd never done it with a dildo. I was very gentle and let his ass tell me how much he could take.

"It's what they call an accessory," I said "And now you're an accessory to the fact. Do you like it?"

"Wow, yes," he said, working his way down on it and groaning some more. "What is it?"

"It's what they call a dick substitute," I informed him. "Doesn't your girlfriend have one?"

"She doesn't need one," he replied, opening his ass wide to receive more of it.

"Neither do I usually but I thought you might object if I shoved my dick up your ass."

"I want your dick up my ass."

"Are you sure?" I asked, not quite able to believe my ears.

"Dead sure. Enough already with substitutes, let me feel the real thing."

So my beautiful Mr. Straight was ready to leave the narrow path and branch out. Now all I had to do was get hold of a rubber. Not such an easy task as I didn't want to let go of him for even one second now that I'd got this far. He seemed to be reading my mind.

"Don't worry," he said. "You can go bareback if you like. I trust you. Ride me cowboy."

Once again I could hardly believe my ears. What's more, his unexpected, uncharacteristic words almost cracked me up. They also made me think that my 'straight' friend had been looking at too many gay movies. Maybe he wasn't as innocent as he made out and it was he taking me for a ride. Maybe he knew exactly what he was doing, and where it was at, but by then I didn't give a shit and was soon bucking the fuck out of his ass and being spurred on by his 'wows and fuckmees.'

After a while, I began to freak out with the sheer joy of it and, wrapping my fist round his leaking pole, jerked him off to perfection. Primal screams came from both of us as we climaxed. I came in floods inside him and then collapsed on top of him to lap up his cum. It lay in comely pools from his navel to his throat and reminded me of the little geysers in Yellowstone Park. His dick was at rest like a bird in its nest and little globlets of cum were clinging to the same pubic hairs I'd first seen peering over the top of his jeans. They sparkled in the studio lights.

I decided to put my tongue to good use again and licked his platter clean. He moaned contentedly beneath me and ran his fingers through my hair as he had earlier. I kissed his dick in reminiscence of that memorable moment and after a preamble or two finally plucked up the courage to kiss him on the mouth. After all I'd just fucked him so what the hell did I have to lose.

To my surprise he responded.

As our sexual and salivary juices mingled I knew, there and then, we were an item. I'd broken the ice -- and his butt -- and there'd be no going back to his girlfriend.

Not tonight anyway.