Straight Conversion

 Steve and I had shared a flat for more than 5 years. I had never made a secret of the fact that I fancied him but he always insisted he was completely straight. There was never even a hint that he might be curious; never was there that ‘inadvertent’ slip of a towel or a bedroom door accidentally left ajar as he changed. I had long ago accepted that I could appreciate from afar but never touch.

We were both in our 30’s and from time to time spent an evening sharing a few cans and watching a DVD. The alcohol was never enough to get us drunk, just a couple to relax, usually on a  Friday night after a week of work.

This particular Friday it was my turn to pick the film and we were well into Gods Own Country when Steve remarked that he didn’t find the straight guys being seduced very realistic.

“No straight guy is gonna get a hard on for another guy”

“How do you know? Have you tried?” I was willing him to reveal some drunken fumble in his past.

“Nah. I just know I could never rise to the occasion. It just wouldn’t happen”

“I bet you would. Most guys would. All you need is to be open to it happening. Close your eyes and fantasise it’s a girl” Was this leading where I hoped it was?

“Not in a million years!” He was so sure and that made it even more alluring.

“I bet I could not only get you hard but make you cum. Right here and right now” I was astounded at my audacity. It was amazing the courage a can of cheap lager gave you. Steve looked at me with an arrogant glint in his eye.

“Right, you’re on. You fail, and you will, and you have to cook dinner for me for a week”

“And when I win?”

“OK, I’ll cook you dinner for a week. So, how do we go about this?”

I made him comfortable on sofa, stretched out, head on the arm.

“Just relax” He glugged down the last of his second can of lager and settled back

I ran my hand up his leg til I got to his crotch. I slid my hand over his zip and slowly drew it down. I unbuckled his belt, loosened the top button and slowly drew his jeans down. He lifted his hips and I slid the jeans all the way off. His pristine CK briefs nuzzled his soft cock and balls. I slid them down to release his manhood. Even soft it was bigger than I expected.

“See. Nothing.”

“I haven’t started yet. Lay back. Close your eyes and surrender to the sensations”

“OK but nothing will happen. Do your worst”

His thick uncut cock lay resting over his balls. I was pleasantly surprised to find he was completely clean shaven and I very gently stroked the top of his cock shaft from belly to end. The foreskin completely covering the head, it shielded the most sensitive part of a man’s cock.

As I again ran my finer along the top of the shaft I could feel a slight movement. His balls moved, as men’s do, resettling themselves and his cock readjusted itself to sit comfortably. This response encouraged me so I ran my fingertip around the end of his foreskin. A slight pressure and I could almost slip inside and rub the tip. His cock twitched and I could see a slight lengthening as the foreskin started to slide back a bit.

Felling a bit bolder as I got the response I envisaged, I gently eased the foreskin back little by little till the moist head was almost exposed. Gleaming under the low lights his cock now lay over his balls to one side and was slowly getting harder. I decided to see what some caressing of his balls would do. I cupped each on in my hand and gently rolled it around, my fingers reaching up behind each one and stroking his perineum. I wasn’t paying much attention to his face so was surprised to hear a gasp as my fingers edged between his legs. In the interests of the experiment I ignored it.

His cock was now moving, clock-like, towards a midday position. The foreskin was now fully retracted and his cock head a nice red colour and, unless my eyes deceived me, oozing a small globule of pre-cum.

I wiped my thumb across the japs eye and spread the juice across the head. There was another groan. This time I looked up to see Steve laid back, eyes closed and a beatific look spread across his face.

Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound. I licked my lips and lowered my face onto his now throbbing cock. There was more than a groan this time. More like a full throated moan as I took his cock deep into my mouth. Surprisingly I felt his hand on my head as he started to thrust into my mouth. I could feel his cock swelling, a sure sign of impending ejaculation, but he pulled out. His cock lay pulsing on his stomach, his balls tight up against his body.

“I want your ass” His guttural demand shocked me but I stood up and quickly stripped. My hard on was raging already as I stood over him. He waited till I was fully naked and then he grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him, my cock sliding into his open mouth unhesitantly. His inexperience showed by the sloppy way he sucked me but he soon got the hang of it. His hands cupped my ass as he pulled me toward him. Then I felt a finger probing me. I spread my legs a bit and he was soon finger fucking me. I looked down and his amazing hard on was throbbing and leaking pre-cum.

Suddenly he stood up. Spun me round and, before I could say anything, had speared me with his cock. I would be lying if I said it didn’t hurt but I knew he was so worked up he wouldn’t last long and I was right. Less than a minute after he had thrust deep into my ass I could feel him tense and felt a warm jet of cum deep inside me. He pulled me close, his hot breath on my neck.

I fully expected him to pullout and walk away guiltily but no. He reached round and started to work my cock. Very quickly I was at bursting point and gasped that I was about to cum.

Very quickly he pulled out (that was unexpected), spun me round and dropped to his knees to suck my cock as I came.

I looked down at his face as he slowly released my cock from his mouth. He smiled, stood up and kissed me, some of my own warm cum passed between us.

All in all a very unexpected evening in

“We must do that again” he said “after I have cooked you dinner”