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Straight Male Friends. . . Ever suck one off?

Tequila's scenario is very much what happened to me in high school. The band, the football team, hell, any team that i was required to travel with, the savvy guys would reserve a spot in the back of the bus for little ole me.

That is a phenomenon that I observed throughout the years. One straight guy would give in to a blow job, and if anyone else was near, or they found out, then they too wanted a blow job. This theme is more or less what I discuss in the story I am writing right now.
 
Tequila's scenario is very much what happened to me in high school. The band, the football team, hell, any team that i was required to travel with, the savvy guys would reserve a spot in the back of the bus for little ole me.

That is a phenomenon that I observed throughout the years. One straight guy would give in to a blow job, and if anyone else was near, or they found out, then they too wanted a blow job. This theme is more or less what I discuss in the story I am writing right now.
I so look forward to your next story, JLipps. It was my fantasy in high school and college to be able to do what you and Tequila did.
 
Somehow on Cage Kafig's thread called, "Honest questions get honest answers (part 1)", I mentioned this thread that I started way back in July of 2010, and I thought that some of the newer forumites might get a kick out of reading, and perhaps even add their own experiences to it.

PS. I love reading true stories regarding this subject. :blushing:

Yes Peter, I am your very perverted Brooklyn friend.
 
More than once haha
Thank you Mark for bringing back this thread from 2010, not just because I started it back then, but because it is my favorite subject sexually, and it also brings back lot's of memories reading the posts of forumites from long ago. I'd love it if anyone has some new stories to contribute to this thread. :001_tongue:
 
I for one am not one to kiss and tell:angel:
I know you are making a joke br. But seriously as long as we are talking about anonymous partners from our past, I think it is very appropriate to tell these tales on a forum of a site that promotes gay sex with straight guys.

We have some great stories from forumites over the years and I’d love for current members to add to this hot thread. :anyone:
 
I do not have much of an history wrt boy friends, only two. The first radically affected my life. I was warned to keep clear of him & arrogantly failed to heed the warning. The second was awesome & doomed to end, as I realized early on. The second one was the only time in my life I really fell in love & for the time it lasted , it felt incredible. As has happened far to often in my life it ended without warning. Despite that I remain very naïve and would change nothing about it unlike the disastrous first , which I think is a good thing. But I would not be here with you all had my life not gone though these experiences.
 
Where to start?

Bob--We were in Boy Scouts together through grade school and high school, and often tent mates. As an aside, the Boy Scouts taught me more about leadership skills (getting people to do what you want, among other things) and same sex sex than they ever knew! I often wondered if our scoutmasters had any idea of what was going on in the tents when we were supposed to be sleeping.

At any rate, Bob was on the football team, a very sweet guy, going steady, and relatively popular in school. He had a great body, nicely filled out, and somewhat muscular. On the way back from a hike, we were all riding in the back of a large flat bed truck (wouldn't be allowed today), covered by a tarp. In one section of the truck, there was a lot of surreptitious groping going on. Bob and I ended up groping each other for a long time. We eventually whipped our cocks cocks out and stoked each other until we came. From then on, whenever we went on camping trips for a weekend, Bob and I shared a tent. The next camping trip came, and we sucked each other off. There was absolutely no passion or anything remotely close to it. It was as if it was two guys experimenting and rather mechanically getting each other off. Eventually, I got my driver's license and drove to our Monday night scout meetings. Bob and I would stay for the first hour, then duck out, climb in my car, and we'd drive to nearby date groves or sand dunes in the desert darkness. As soon as we'd get in the car and pull away from the curb, I'd reach over and start groping him and he'd do the same to me. By the time we got to where we were going to play, both of us had our cocks out with raging hard ons. We'd suck each other until we came, and eventually, we tried fucking each other. We both enjoyed it. Interestingly enough, we engaged in safe sex long before it became a "requirement" as a result of the plague. The thought of taking cum in my mouth was totally repellant to me as was the thought of taking a load in the ass. (I know, I know .... how stupid can one be?) He had a great cock, about 7 inches, cut, thick and veiny. We played this way until I graduated from high school. It got to the point where we would zip our sleeping bags together in our tent, play half the night, then wake up early and return our sleeping bags to the normal configuration. My most memorable time with him was one time when he was fucking me without a condom. I could tell he was getting ready to come. I told him to pull out. He said, "Not yetttttttt!" and shot a load in my ass. I was totally grossed out and could hardly wait to get home to take a shower.

I played with him one more time after graduating from high school, when I came home from college for Christmas Vacation. Car, groping, cocks out and raging hard, in a date grove... just like old times!

Years later, I saw him at our 25th high school reunion. We went outside to have a cigarette, and never once did the topic of our teen antics come up. He invited me and my wife to come up to the bay area some time and spend time with him and his wife on their houseboat in the delta near Sacramento. A couple of weeks after the reunion, I dropped him a note, telling him how fun it was to see him again, and that our friendship and all it involved had been a very important part of my history. I have never heard from him since.
I was re-reading this thread and liked this true story. There are so many good stories on this thread. I wish we’d get some more.
 
This is a true sharing about my one true love and the complicated web we spun. It took place during the 80’s. Ren (“Ren and Stimpy” cartoons – I was Stimpy) was a funny person/would be comic with many comedy club appearances. Ren was unceremoniously thrown out of his parent’s house and found a safe place living with me. Actually, his father happened to be my boss but Dad was so pussy whipped he couldn’t see further than his own dick could reach.

Being bi-polar with manic-depressive disorder, Ren had issues but his over-whelming charm made them easy to overlook and/or forgive. Besides being a charmer, he was a writer, a radio announcer with a beautiful voice, artistic, an exhibitionist, highly creative, and all of his women admirers loved his “boyish qualities”. Ren was not only straight: he was compulsive when it came to sex, smoking, drinking, and on rare occasions a controlled substance. He had a long string of girlfriends who were grateful and willing to share his sexual proclivities and highly valued bedroom talents. He was slender with a minimum of muscle definition so valued today. He had little upper body hair contrasted by a hairy bush that, from time to time, was minimally trimmed up for neatness. He did possess gorgeous hairy legs and had a beautiful slightly-hairy round butt as well. Ren was well hung, just not to the enormous extent Diesal falls in. Charm can go a long, long way and Ren had cornered the market.

Ren lived with me on and off for some 17 years even though he had his own place. He had night terrors while sleeping and he said he felt safest sleeping here in my house. At the time his regular girl was a woman married to a gay guy for some 15+ years. Ren especially liked older women a lot and I would tease him that, try as I may, finding granny porn to share with him was really a hard task to accomplish. Her husband knew Ren was screwing his wife but her husband had his own outside sexual interests.

When Ren would come home after drinking, he would often encourage me to play a drinking game, named “quarters”. We would empty at least two-to-three six-packs of beer thumping a quarter into a cup all the while making dirty jokes and laughing a lot. Ren knew my sexual orientation and he would enjoy teasing me by having the both of us lose one article of clothing at a time. He was fair minded to allow anything removable as one article of clothing in the event one of us started playing in just a few articles of clothing. When he got down to his underwear, Ren would allow and sometimes encourage me to feel him up.

At other times periodically over the many years (as an act of kindness and generosity), Ren would prominently leave his cum stained underwear for me to find and later inhale in my most private moments. Once in a blue moon, we had special request night. Like SuperMan entering a phone booth, Ren would willingly step into the bathroom and close the door to jack off. Then, Ren would proudly present me with his latest creations for my senses full enjoyment. What a fragrant, momentarily warm treat!

However, one night we were really hammered and I asked Ren if I could give him a blow job. Finally, he agreed and we began with some passionate kissing. I really loved kissing his neck just below his ear. This was such a major turn on for me. Then we moved into my bedroom and Ren got a little paranoid momentarily. Since my apartment was on the first floor, he insisted he personally check the window blinds and curtains making sure they were completely closed and dim the lighting slightly before the actual fun started. Furthermore, being that this was his first time with a guy, I had to swear to complete and total secrecy. Years later, this is my first time actually sharing these related events in a somewhat open way. Ren is his aka moniker.

Ren always had often described his dickhead as the proverbial “german helmet”. True to form it was as described--flared head and all minus the nazi insignia, thank God! Ren’s helmet was attached to a beautifully upward-curved, thick, and slightly veiny shaft. His manly head was adorned with a rather oversized gaping piss hole that glistened with pre-cum greeting me before the festivities actually began. Needless to say, I was immediately smittened once my mouth fully embraced his manly meat. It was not the biggest I have ever had but, by far, it was the best I ever experienced. He proceeded to fuck my mouth with gusto while lovingly caressing the back of my head. Prior to this during phone conversations, Ren had frequently bragged about the distance his cumshots traveled when jacking off. They would usually land above his nipples and frequently on his chin or ear. This meant as a “shooter”, he qualified for the frequently flyer card. While not personally possessing the best sucking skills, it took some time and effort for me before things really heated up to the necessary fevered pitch. However, when it arrived, Ren succeeded in firing off the hardest felt cumshot the back of my mouth has ever experienced. For the moment I was stunned and convinced a new hole had been bored out in my mouth as a result. I could only imagine the facial expression of my dentist on my next office visit. As it concluded, there would be no "bonus round" that night. None was needed. We drifted off to sleep together.

The point of this long description is that this very special moment on impact, similar to our landing on the moon, flooded my entire body with a sensation of LOVE like nothing else I had ever experienced. My whole being was engulfed in this warm feeling of complete love! Simply put, this moment will remain permanently engraved in my memory for the rest of my life.

Written from the Heart and Respectfully Yours,

Cumrag27, aka Ragg also Stimpy
My old friend Frankie aka cumrag had some good stories too.
 
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