Huntley Days, Once Again

I began to get into cars of men who I didn't know, driving around with them, rubbing their dicks through their jeans, taking their cocks out, you know, hand-jobbing them, just fucking fondling their cock and balls, getting them all worked up. Sometimes we'd drive up to a quiet place in the hills, or sometimes, just a few blocks away. They'd stop, and turn the engine off. I'd already have their entire package in my hands, and I'd lean over into their lap, or maybe just drape my half-naked body over the glovebox that was between the seats, my pretty much bare ass all showing, and just began to give them head. The man, if he wanted to -- and it seemed most of these men always wanted to -- would just reach into the back of my shorts and fucking finger my asshole while I stayed busy sucking them off!

Here I am, a Straight dude, sucking another dude's cock, a guy I didn't know, taking him all in my mouth, sometimes just squeezing the shaft of his dick, then batting it lightly around, getting back to sucking it, driving the motherfucker wild while my own dick was hard and jutting out of my skimpy shorts. This was a fantasy I'd had for a long time! And, I found, I didn't care if he reciprocated.

For some reason, a reason I'd eventually understand, is some guys can get off, get real hot just giving head to another guy. There was something really, really obscene about a Straight guy, Me, sucking off a man, and having him shoot his fucking load down my throat.

I had this little house, back from the street. The street was named Huntley Drive. I had many gay sex encounters there. After a while, I became good at man on man sex, I think. Good enough, I'd say, to get off guy after guy after guy! And they'd get me off, too, happy to work my own cock over. There were a few occasions, without even touching my cock, when I'd cum at the same time some stranger would cum in my mouth!!! It felt so fucking naughty, so obscene!

I'd learned how to suck a man's cock real good, the way a man's cock should be sucked.

Like I said, I seemed to have a natural affinity for doing so, I mean, how could a dude not? But I had much more to learn.

I was taught by a few different men, men who sometimes would just make me give them head. They taught me what I'd have to do to be a real good cocksucker!

I really liked to be made to give head, made to kneel and take a man's cock down my throat, and just fucking suck him off!

Often, a guy would walk in, no talk, and I'd get on my knees, totally nude. and just start blowing him. I could feel his hard dick in my mouth getting even harder, and to get wild, just before he'd shoot his load, I'd put my fist around his cock, and just jerk him real vigorously, hold his hard dick tight, and watch it spray all over the fucking living room. It's always hot, really hot, to watch a shitload of semen shooting out of a man's hard, hard penis!

Maybe even after, me still very nude, and very hard, I'd sit on the floor, spread my legs wide, and have them watch me jerk off!

Sex, for me, had to be erotic. I believe I finally had the idea.

I ran into a younger guy, maybe 23, 24. Just a few years younger than me. His name was Tom. As was so often the case, I was barefoot, wearing only a pair of short shorts, and a tank top, waiting to buy a bottle of tequila. He said to me with a smile, "A guy could get arrested for dressing like that." Of course, we both laughed. "This is West Hollywood -- if a man didn't show his shit, every now and then, we were both in the wrong town," I pointed out, feeling my dick harden for the thought of how skimpily I was dressed.

He told me that he thought I looked real masculine, "but those shorts!" Tom teased. I said, "Hey, when you've got only two scant pieces of clothing to take off, a guy can get it on real quick." I really meant this. "Also, it just makes me feel so fucking hot!" We took a brief walk around the neighborhood, a few guys checking us out. And then he asked, "Are you gay?"

I told him that I wasn't really gay, that I was Straight, but, you know, "When in Rome ... or even if you're not." He got real excited and spilled the beans: He was also crazy for wanting to give head to men. "A lot of Straight guys are," I assured him. "I mean, yeah, as we've been discussing: me, too," knowing exactly why he was so horny to do so.

I gave him my address, rode my bike back, just 3 blocks away, my cock and balls spilling out of my shorts, always spilling out of my shorts, and in about ten minutes, up shows Tom. Before long, he was on his knees sucking me. I put my hands on the back of his head and pulled his face into my crotch, just plowing my dick into his mouth and down his throat! And damn, Tom made it look easy! It was fucking intense; kinda funny. Here was a dude's first time. That was the hot part. But Tom would pull off of my cock, and would begin to say something, something like, "Maybe I shouldn't be doing this." But before he'd get to the end of the sentence, I'd bury my hose back down his throat. That was funny. Now that I think of it: No, that was also the hot part!

Two Straight men sharing a horny sexual encounter on a warm California afternoon was pretty fucking lewd! And btw, Tom was a handsome, blonde-haired surfer looking dude, muscular, not big, just brawny. Yeah, two men, two hard naked bodies, what's the problem?

Tom told me that he had a really audacious girlfriend who he wanted to tell about his fantasies, and now, his secret meeting with me. Apparently, him sucking off other men, as he'd been hoping to do, and she just watching, would really turn both her, and him, on, and one day, maybe she'd come along with him.

He was shy to admit it, but we had been talking about taking turns spanking each other, kind of a submissive foreplay thing. He said his girlfriend would love to see two guys doing this with each other. It sounded so promiscuous! We sealed that idea with a very long kiss. Two naked Straight guys kissing. What next?