I don't believe that so-called straight men exist. Once upon a time, I would've told you I was one. That proved incorrect.
A lot of gay men will tell you that they like 'real men'. Manly men. That sounds to me like a preference. Hey, whatever floats your boat.
As for the so-called straight guys, I think their brains are just more attuned to a preference for femininity. I first thought about this when I was a teenager. I was hanging out in a hobby shop with a bunch of guys, and we all noticed someone walking past the front door. This was in the 80s. This person was wearing tight, cut-off shorts, and had an ass for days. All of the guys were stating their interest! Upon closer look, I recognized this person as a guy from my school. He was effeminate as the day is long. And yes, he looked incredible in those shorts.
This got me to thinking. How would these guys really react if they realized this 'hottie' was a guy?
Let's be honest, most guys will stick their dick anywhere, provided there are no consequences.
I permitted my mind to open to the possibilities. There were at least a handful of gay guys at my school. Would receiving a blow job from one make me gay?
Summer always meant parties and underage drinking. As good an excuse as any, right? Long story short - I had a few experiences that summer...and thoroughly enjoyed them all!
I'd been with a few girls, so I was no stranger to sex. What I noticed was the gay guys were more into sex and were generally better at it! I'm sure most readers will have opinions on this. I can simply say that I really enjoyed it.
As I got older, I still mostly dated women. Almost married too. But I often found myself thinking back to those earlier experiences. Having moved to a large city, there was no shortage of opportunities. Honestly, I didn't have to work too hard to meet someone. This was the days before the internet. Sure, we had ABS, theaters, and gay bars - but I never really had to go that route. Maybe I was just lucky. Maybe I was just obviously horny and gay guys picked up on it. Again, I'm sure there are lots of different opinions.
Somewhere along the line I developed what a friend calls 'my type'. Black and effeminate. I don't know why but those two caveats, coupled with a good personality and sense of humor - damn! Gets me in trouble every time.
I found out they weren't all bottoms. That was a learning curve, no doubt. Plenty had blown me, and I'd fucked a lot of them - but one encounter changed things up. A guy I'd met, a nurse he told me, had really caught my interest. One night we ended up back at his place, and things were getting hot and heavy. He was sucking my cock on the couch and lifted my legs and began to lick my ass. This felt a little different than previous experiences. This was no mere playful licking. This was intentional and seemed to have a purpose. When he stood up, he moved toward me with his engorged black cock in hand. He was heading straight for my face. I don't remember him telling me to 'suck it' or any such scenario. I just, almost on instinct, began to kiss, lick, and suck it. He proceeded to give me my first proper face fuck.
Minutes later, he had me on all fours and was fucking my ass like he owned it.
I won't lie. I loved every minute of it.
While I'm not sure I'd say we were dating, this became a regular occurrence. As time went on, we got to know each other better. One evening we were out, and ran into a 'straight' friend of mine. I was surprised that they already knew each other. Maybe from work? My friend worked at one of the hospitals, so it was feasible. But they seemed really chummy. More so than I would have guessed.
My 'straight' friend - he's a really nice guy. Most people like him. He was on wife #2 at this point, but knowing both wives, I wasn't surprised. I was, however, surprised to later find out that my 'straight' friend wasn't as straight as I had guessed. He'd even said before that he just didn't understand homosexuality. He wasn't a homophobe or anything, I just got the feeling that he was just so thoroughly heterosexual that the concept confused him.
Back at my - what's the word? ' 'lover's' place, he informed me that he had "fooled around" with my friend a few times. He also told me that my friend gives lousy head.
This led to an interesting, and informative, conversation. My 'lover' said he never really had to try too hard to get so-called straight guys. As he put it, they always came sniffing around. While effeminate, he wasn't overly flamboyant. These guys just seemed to instinctively know that they might get lucky with him. From the conversation we had, a number of them had been lucky. I was surprised to find out that at least two were local sports figures. He had Polaroid photos of one of them going down on him.
To say I was surprised would be an understatement. My 'lover' also informed me that the more a guy said he was "straight", the likelier it was that he was, at the very least, curious.
When I started dating a female grad student, my 'lover' understood. He told me to keep in touch and hoped it worked out for us.
Long story short - it didn't.
She was, if nothing else, adventurous. She liked to party, and I was A-OK with it. I was no stranger to drinking, smoking a little weed, etc. One night, she suggested we go see a friend of hers, performing at a local club. Turns out her friend was a drag queen. I won't lie; it was an entertaining show. Her friend was tall, dark-skinned, and had better legs than most women I knew. I was introduced to the friend while he was on a break. The two chit-chatted a bit. After the performance, the friend joined us for drinks.
Closing time came faster than expected, and the three of us headed to my girlfriend's apartment to party a bit. My girlfriend and her friend were hilarious together. The friend would say just about anything that came to mind - including asking about my dick and how I was in bed. My girlfriend, half-jokingly, suggested he should find out.
A few beers and bowls later, he did.
It all seemed unreal until the time came when I was sucking her friend's dick while he ate her pussy. My girlfriend started saying she wanted to see him fuck me.
The thought of her black, drag queen friend fucking my ass was turning me on - but I kept quiet about it. At least I did until he tilted my head up to look at him and said:
"Would you like that sweetie? Do you want this dick?"
My girlfriend laughed and proceeded to light another bowl. "Fuck his ass!", she chuckled while trying not to choke on her latest puff. She ran to the bathroom and grabbed a bottle of baby oil for her friend to use as lube.
Her friend then fucked me for what felt like the rest of the night. He was a lot more aggressive than I was accustomed to, but I had zero complaints.
For the next few weeks, my girlfriend would occasionally tease me about that night. She took to calling me a "bitch" and would occasionally, if I didn't feel like going out, suggest that maybe she should call her friend. Maybe 'that' would make me want to party.
Yeah, long story short, it all ended not long after.
I still see her friend on occasions. We have a lot more fun without my ex-girlfriend around. I see a lot more so-called 'straight' guys at gay bars, now that I actually look. Especially on drag nights. Like I said, I'm pretty sure "straight" guys don't really exist. Given the opportunity, we all give in - eventually.
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