Straight No More by Winston Gieseke

Author:Winston Gieseke
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay, erotic, sex, man, men, boy, boys, straight
Publisher: Bruno-Books
Published: 2013-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

Under Pressure

Gregory L. Norris

I grabbed his cock through his underwear. Fucking thing was harder than mine. Dude wanted it, despite all his roostering and bullshit talk about being straight, that he wasn’t into it, didn’t fuck around with other dudes or get boned over the prospect of a thorough and satisfying suck job from another male. His lips lied, but his dick told the truth as it pressed against my palm, hot and in desperate need of relief. I squeezed again, recording, in those tense seconds, other details like the thick curls prickling at the top of his underwear waistband, the meaty fullness of his balls, his sweat, full-bodied, stoked by arousal and rage.

My hand, his dick. I shot a look up and our eyes connected. In that bottled gaze, understanding passed between us, the sort requiring no words, only grunts and the flaring of his nostrils as he expelled the breath locked in his lungs. His cock demanded to be sucked. He knew that I would suck it. And more. I’d gobble down his nuts—a big set, clearly, according to my initial fumbling. Eat his asshole if the handsome fucker stuck around for an encore after popping his skeet across my taste buds. I’d lick the stink from between his toes, tongue his hairy legs, do things for him none of his female lays would consider in their darkest dreams. Things above and beyond his wildest anticipation, after cornering me in the men’s head of a shitty sports bar in a town whose limits neither of us wanted to be trapped within. We’d both remember this night … we’d jerk off over the highlights. We’d—

And then his ridiculous religious upbringing or the prejudice hammered into him by his father kicked in, and he nailed me on the jaw with a cheap shot, right as my fingers dipped inside his underwear and claimed temporary custody of his junk.

Two weeks earlier, I had a pair of bones in my face and two dicks pistoning in and out of my asshole. I’d been featured in the three previous straight-to-video releases by Satyr Sinema—a company whose trademark is hairy, horse-hung heteros willing to go gay-for-pay. Amateur feeders and tops, stuffing power bottoms like me two, three, four, and sometimes ten at a time.

The two in my face were handsome, rugged, and not overly bright. One wore a ski mask, the other dark sunglasses and a baseball cap as part of his disguise. I calmed their nerves by sucking cock with my usual gusto, tickling hairy balls ripe with scent while my tongue worked in concert with my lips and neck muscles. The Skier’s dick flowed copious amounts of pre-cum. In our brief pre-production meeting before the cameras taped the sweaty goings-on on the California king housed in the producer’s guestroom, I’d pegged him as twenty-one, no more than twenty-four. Athletic, his legs were long and hairy, muscular without being too showy. Probably played baseball for most of his young life. A college cunt-hound

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