Wank

The lad lies on his back, his trousers down to his knees. He holds his stiff cock in both hands, too big for his frame. He’s stroking it, dreaming of his girl while you stand over him and watch. His balls, wrinkled, flop either side and fill with the juice that’s going to splatter his stomach. His eyes are closed, he doesn’t know you are watching, doesn’t know that you are in the room. You can smell his musty sweat as his pumping gets harder and more frantic. And, as he calls out her name, as he shoots his young load over his smooth body, he opens his eyes and sees you there. He can’t stop. He’s given into you.

Bath

Two straight guys in the bath, having a lark, having a laugh like they do after football practice. Just messing about. Hard muscled chests, rough voices, horseplay and after all they’re the best of mates. The one behind parts his legs so his mate can sit between them, their wet bodies slide together. They can feel each other’s heat, flesh, firmness. The one in front slides back, the one behind has his straight cock slip up against his mate’s back. It feels good. They crack a joke but they’re both hard. They won’t kiss but they’ll mess about a bit. Until they both cum, showing off, who can shoot the quickest. They’ll do it again tomorrow.

Party

We were both drunk so that was o.k. He didn't know what was going on and I only saw it through a haze. But we slumped on the bed, in the coats, as the party went on downstairs. As he slept I slid my hand onto his shorts, he was hard, dreaming of some woman maybe? Maybe he wasn’t asleep. I undid his zipper, pulled his long cock free from his white briefs. I held it solid and hot, I slid to lick it. I took it all in my mouth, this unsuspecting straight meat that had never entered a guy’s mouth before. Sucked it, licked it, played with it between my lips until his back arched, he grunted and unloaded his creamy wad of man spunk into my thirsty mouth. He knew nothing of it. Or maybe he wasn’t asleep?

First time

Straight guys being fucked for the first time. Why do they do it? Is it for money? Is it out of curiosity? Were they just pretending to be straight? His ass was hairy and dank, sweaty; rough trade. But he begged me like a whore to slam my queer cock into his virgin hole. He swore at me roughly, wanting it harder, wanting to prove that he could take it. Straight guys can take it. And he took it. All eight inches, all the way to the hilt as I pinned him down, fucked his hairy hole, slapped his cheeks, told him he was my whore. He loved it. He wanted to fuck me. I said no, his ass was my plaything.