I realize what people say, but there's no question that I've always had an interest in straight guys and sex. I've had the opportunity to watch straight guys have sex with women on a number of occasions, up close, and a few times without them knowing that I was watching (because it was in a public place).

I also enjoyed watching straight guys through glory holes while they jack off. Occasionally, as most of you know, you can find a guy who's watching straight porn but who at some point, will stick it through and let you take care of it.

Some years ago, I was participating in an adult sex website, mostly straight people. I started hitting on straight guys - that is, guys who were advertising for girls. I have had some success with these guys. I may post a few of these experiences.

Some of you will argue that any guy who is getting his dick sucked is not straight. I don't agree but I suppose it depends on your definition of gay and straight. Generally, I would consider anyone who is sexually and romantically attracted only to women, who watches only straight porn, who has no interest in a man's body, in touching him or doing anything with him, but who just likes to get off in a guy's mouth, and maybe even ass, as straight. I could expand that definition. But anyway:

I guess my first adventure with a straight guy was quite a few years ago. There was a rest area (without facilities) on I-20 west of Atlanta. I had a complicated work schedule in those days that kept me out long and odd hours, so I had the opportunity to spend time in places where things were going on. I don’t remember how I found this place but it was quite interesting at night. There would be a pretty sizeable group of people there, anywhere from ten to twenty or more, just hanging out. There was usually no sexual activity that would happen there except sometimes in the nearby woods but there was a lot of socializing and people would pair off and leave for encounters in other places that were more discreet.

One night we were hanging out there late – actually early, like 2 A.M. – when a white Ford LTD pulled into the rest area and parked behind all our cars. The driver didn’t get out. A white LTD would normally be something to be afraid of because the police use of that kind of car but this car didn’t look in the best of shape. The driver didn’t get out and didn’t join us. We consulted among ourselves and no one recognized the car. Finally, I walked down and struck up a conversation with the driver who was quite friendly. We talked about the weather, the hour. He was cute, masculine, mid-twenties, brown hair – a good looking man. After a few minutes, I asked if I could sit down. He unlocked the door said, “Sure.” So I joined him.

You know how it is when you meet someone that you’re unsure of, how you dance the verbal dance trying to see where it will lead, and trying to be careful not to say or do anything that will get you arrested. I was pretty sure this wasn’t a cop but it’s the ones that you don’t think are cops that end up arresting you so I was careful. After ten minutes or so of talking back and forth, the guy said to me, “So, tell me, what is going on here. What are all you guys hanging out here for.”

I replied with my own question, “We’re just some guys who know each other, what brought you in here?” The answer stunned me, “My car overheated and I pulled in here to let it cool down enough to make it to the next exit.” Oops!

Given that unexpected information, I told him, “Dude, I think I’ve made a mistake and I apologize. I need to go. You see, we are a bunch of guys who get together; well, this is a place where guys come who are looking for other guys.” I left that statement hanging in the air.

“Damn!” He said it quietly but clearly he was shocked. Then, “Damn!” again. He looked like he was taking it in. I repeated that I should go but he interrupted me with another “damn” and then said, “Do you mind if I ask you something?”
When I told him to ask anything that he wanted, he said, “Do you guys really, I mean, do you really, like, suck another guy’s dick?” I laughed and said “yes,” my gaydar going off wildly. Not that he was gay, but I had my suspicions about his question. So it was my turn.

“You mind if I ask you something? Is the reason that you’re asking about this because you think you might like to try it out – get some head?” He swallowed and nodded. I reached over and started to unlatch his belt. He took over and finished unloosing his belt and pants and I did the deed. He did have a nice tool and got into it, cumming as guys usually do, squirming and moaning. When we were done, he kept saying, “Wow,” over and over. I asked him if it felt good and he said it felt great. Then he said, “Well, I guess I need to go.” I asked him if he needed any help with the car. He said that he didn’t, cranked it up, and drove off.

We never saw him again.

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