Archive-name: Samesex/straised.txt
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Archive-title: Straight Seduction


     I hadn't intended to seduce Justin.....it just sort of
happened.  With his long blond hair and green eyes, Justin was a
drop-dead gorgeous friend of mine.  We were both studying at the
same college with the same major, and I saw him in every one of my
classes.  I'd spent many nights jerking off thinking about this hot
stud!!  He had a trim waist and nice, nice legs.  We'd played
volleyball together before and watching him jump around in those
shorts very nearly gave me a heart attack -- my heart was pounding
every time we jostled for the ball and my cock swelled with lust
every time we touched.  He was one of the first people I told when
I came to college, and he took it pretty well -- very well,
actually, for a straight boy.  He never made a big deal of it, to
him I was just another guy, no different from anyone else. Maybe
that's what attracted me to him.  Still, though I'd often fanta-
sized about doing it with Justin, I never thought I'd be proposi-
tioning him -- and I never, ever thought he'd agree!    It was a
Friday night, and we were in Justin's car.  He pulled out onto the
roadway and into the traffic.  Justin looked unusually preoccupied
as he drove on through the night as he ran five stop signs without
noticing.  I looked at him carefully.  He was driving with only one
hand, the other one hanging out the driver's window.
     "Uh...Justin?"  No response.  "Justin?  You okay?"  Still no
response.  "Hey! Justin!"  I touched his thigh lightly as I said
it.  He jumped a little and turned.
     "Hmmm?  What?"
     "You've just run five stop signs without even slowing down  --
are you okay?"
     "Yeah...I'm alright, I guess."  We pulled into an empty
parking lot by the railroad tracks beside the river.  It was quiet
and the moon, hidden by some clouds, provided little light.  He cut
the engine and we sat for a while in silence.  Finally, he spoke.
     "Nice spot, eh, Chris?"
     "Yeah...it is kinda nice.  Very romantic, Justin."
     "Yeah," he laughed.  "I used to bring my girlfriend here
before we broke up."  The smile faded from his face and it suddenly
made sense to me why Justin was acting so strangely:  he had broken
up with his girlfriend exactly two months ago.
     "I'm sorry, Justin -- I forgot."
     "Hey...it's okay," he said "It's not your fault.  Sometimes,
I wish...aw, forget it."
     I looked carefully at him, and our eyes locked.  Shit, I
wanted him badly.  He looked so helpless.  "Justin?"
     "Uh-huh?"
     "Have you ever..."  I took a deep breath.  "...like, have you
ever wanted to, y'know -- well, did you ever think about trying it
with a guy?"  There.  I'd said it.  I'd never, ever been so bold
with Justin before.
     Justin just stared at me.  I looked away quickly.
     "I'm sorry," I stammered, embarassed.  "I just thought...I
could make you feel better, that's all.  I didn't mean...fuck, I'm
sorry Justin."  I stared straight ahead, not wanting to look at
him.  Had I just soured our friendship?  He's probably pissed off
at me -- and he should be.  I was kicking myself for acting so
stupidly.  I must have looked like a fool.
     After a long silence, Justin let out a sigh. "Chris?"
     "Yeah?"
     "What...like, what did you have in mind?"  I couldn't believe
my ears!  I turned to look at him again and he moved back from me
slightly, still a little wary.  I smiled weakly and swallowed.
     "Well...I don't know.  Anything I guess -- I was just, like,
wondering that's all...I mean, if there's anything I can do for you
I'd like to help you out."
     "Nothing serious?"
     "No, no.  Nothing serious -- just whatever you'd feel okay
with."  He seemed to relax a bit.
     "I'm sorry, Chris, it's just-" he began, but I cut him off. 
"No, Justin -- I'm sorry.  I was out of place."  He smiled and
leaned over towards me.
     "Hey.  Relax.  I don't hate you."  I felt very relieved when
he said that and managed to smile a little.  "What I was going to
say is that it's just that you caught me off guard.  I have been
kinda considering trying it with you.  I know it sounds kind of
lame, but I was just scared, y'know?"  He paused, then continued.
"I've...I've never done anything serious with guys -- I mean, me
and a few buddies jerked off together a bit when we were younger,
but we just did ourselves, never each other.  But I've been out of
any action for awhile since breaking up and jerking off by yourself
gets kind of boring after awhile..."  I moved closer to him.
     "So...can I do anything for you, Justin?"
     "I don't know.  Maybe.  Yeah, probably.  I'm so damn horny
right now that I could try anything...who knows?  Maybe I can get
off with another guy.  It's really nice of you to offer yourself to
me anyways...the least I can do is try it, eh?"
     "Well...it's the perfect spot at least!"  I said, and we both
laughed.  The tension was gone between us and at last we felt
comfortable with each other again.
     "Do you, uh, do oral?" he asked.
     I smiled.  "You mean you want a blow job, Justin?"
     "Yeah," he grinned, "I wasn't sure if you called it the same
thing or what -- pretty lame, eh?"
     I reached over and placed my hand on his crotch.
     "Oh, I don't know..." I said as I felt the bulge in his jeans
swell slowly beneath my touch, "this doesn't feel too lame to
me..."
     Justin groaned and bit his lower lip as I slowly massaged his
growing basket.  With my other hand, I began stroking his chest and
stomach through his shirt.  My own crotch began swelling as my cock
grew to rock-hard stiffness.  Justin leaned back against the door,
stretching his frame out across the bench seat with one leg planted
firmly on the floor and the other across the back of the seat,
allowing me full access to his groin.  I bent over and began
unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom up, exposing more and more of
his taut young torso.  Soon, Justin's shirt was opened completely
from his waist to his collar and the material lay to either side of
his body.  He had a beautiful body, almost hairless except for a
line of dark blonde hair leading from his navel down into his
underwear and a fairly dense crop of underarm hair. He lay there,
open and inviting, barely breathing a word as I massaged his naked
flesh, squeezing and stroking his body.
     "Oh...mmmm...ah,yeah..." he moaned as I bent over and kissed
his belly.  An involuntary shudder went through his body and I
looked up into his eyes.
     "Everything okay so far?" I asked hopefully.
     "Oh yeah...it feels great.  Shit, I never knew it could feel
so-o-o-o-o-o-o-o good with another guy..."
     "Well, if you want me to stop -- if I, uh, go too far or
something, you know, just tell me to stop and I will..."
     "Sounds good...right now, the word is GO..."
     I smiled and wordlessly went back to Justin's body.  His warm,
soft skin felt delicious against my lips and I licked at his
nipples, feeling them harden like bullets into my mouth.  I sucked
at first one, then the other, all the while stroking his body with
my hands.  I could feel Justin's crotch jammed up against mine, our
hard bulges rubbing together eroticly.  Moving my way slowly up his
body, I licked at his neck, tonguing his Adam's apple and kissing
the nape of his neck.  He groaned again, and put his arms around
me, clumsilly but earnestly.  I was in ecstasy as he held me to him
closely and I began to work a hickey into his neck.
     After I had finished leaving my mark on Justin's neck, I moved
up and stared into his eyes, our mouths only inches apart. I could
hear him breathing, feel his breath on my cheeks.  There was a
smouldering sensuality in his eyes and we lay there for what seemed
like an eternity, just staring.
     "Justin..." I whispered at last, "...can I kiss you?"
     He smiled.  "What the fuck have you been doing to me up 'til
now?"
     "Yeah, but I mean REALLY kiss you this time.  On the lips.
Open-mouthed.  A really deep kiss."
     He paused and his eyes looked away for a second, as if
considering, then refocussed on me.
     "Sure," he said, "what the hell...go for it!"
     I grinned and kissed him gently on the lips.  We moved apart
again, and then I kissed him again, more firmly.  My lips parted
slightly and my tongue ran over his closed lips, seeking entry.
Almost instantly, Justin's lips opened themselves to me and we
traded tongues, exploring each other deeply.  Thrilled, I felt his
tongue reach down into my throat and I returned the favor.  I felt
Justin's hands pull my shirt out of my jeans; his touch upon my
naked back, urging me on.  He stripped my shirt off and began
stroking my shoulders, taking my tongue into his mouth again.  We
moaned in unison, enjoying each other's oral attentions.  When we
finally broke the kiss, we were both out of breath and hornier than
ever.
     "Not bad," I said as I pinched his nipples, "not too bad at
all...for a straight boy."  He laughed and grabbed my shoulders
playfully, pushing me down his body.
     "On your knees, cocksucker -- do me good!"
     I kneeled on the floor of the car, my face in front of his
crotch.  Using only my teeth, I undid his belt buckle and unbutt-
oned his tight, faded Levis.  In the fantastic silence of the warm
night air, the sound of Justin's zipper coming undone filled the
car with a rude metallic echo that hinted at the carnal plea-sures
yet to come...
     Justin peeled off his jeans, exposing his crotch to me.  I
mouthed his erect cock through the thin material of his cotton
briefs.  The sweet and salty taste of his well-worn Calvin Klein
underwear was at once strange and familiar.  It filled my senses
with perverse and lewd thoughts, thoughts that never failed to turn
me on more and more.  I licked at the sticky cotton pouch that
stood as the last barrier between me and Justin's hard throbbing
fuckpole, enjoying the well-seasoned fabric, tasting the delicious
essence of a hot young stud in heat.  Crotch sweat and cum laced
with cologne was soaked into Justin's underwear, and I tongue-
bathed his hot nuts through the now wet cotton.  As I continued my
oral exploits on him, Justin ran his hands through my hair,
encouraging me on and on, telling me how much he liked it.  After
a few more minutes with his tasty cotton briefs, I removed them by
taking the waistband in my teeth and pulling the spit-soaked
garment off of Justin's body.
     There, in all of its circumcised glory, stood Justin's
beautiful cock, achingly erect while still soft to the touch --
like velvet over steel.  I extended my tongue out slowly, moving my
lips closer and closer to his quivering fuckpole.  My mouth began
to close over his walnut sized dickhead...
     "Stop, Chris."  Shit.  I froze instantly.  Oh well.  It was
good while it lasted.  I closed my mouth...before getting to his
dick.  I looked up at Justin and he put his hands on my head and
grinned.
     "Just testing."  Fuck.  I could've killed him.  He began to
giggle uncontrollably and I couldn't help smiling.
     "Do you realize," I said, trying not to laugh, "that I've
killed men for less?"
     "Aw, c'mon, Chris," Justin said as he took my hand, "how can
you hate a guy who's giving you this?" he purred as he wrapped my
fist around his stiff, throbbing cockmeat.
     Wordlessly, I knelt in front of him again and licked his cock
thoroughly, coating his dick in my spit until it glowed in the
moonlight streaming in through the front windshield.  The moon was
brighter now, obscured no longer by the hazy clouds that dimmed the
landscape earlier in the evening.  It was a good sign.  Justin
gasped and shuddered again.  I bent my head down and took his heavy
nuts in my mouth, sucking on them gently.  I then rolled them
around in my mouth, feeling their weight.  I could just imagine the
huge load of spermsauce that Justin's balls were churning out, and
how incredibly good it was going to taste when Justin finally shot
his pent-up load into me.  I released his balls and returned to his
shaft, licking his hot wet ramrod up and down, over and over again. 
I twirled my tongue around his hot, hard dickhead, chewing on it
gently.  Then, I took his entire throbbing cockshaft into my mouth,
swallowing his huge spermserver and deep-throating him all the way
in, even tucking both his balls into my well-stuffed mouth.  I held
him there for about five seconds, letting my throat do magical
things to his huge rod.  Then, I pulled almost all of his prick
back out of my mouth, retaining only the walnut-sized dickhead
behind my lips. It was then that Justin began thrusting his hips,
grinding his cock into my eager, hungry mouth.  Justin was fucking
my mouth!  In and out, in and out, Justin humped my face, forcing
his long hard shaft right down into my throat.  I loved it!  I
could hardly believe I had managed to turn a supposedly straight
boy on so much!  He started telling me again how much he loved it
and how fascinated he was that he could get so much pleasure from
another guy.
     "Ah, yeah...suck that dick, Chris...mmmm, yeah...fuck, man,
this feels so fuckin' good...oh, yes, yes, lick that stick...I want
to cum in your mouth, cocksucker....oh, ohhhh, shit, you're so much
better than that stupid bitch...yes, do it to me, ah, I want it so
bad..." he was moaning to himself, pinching his own nipples as he
thrusted his hips up.  "OH FUCK, FUCK, YEAH...I'M GONNA CUM, CHRIS,
OH YEAH, TAKE IT, TAKE IT!!!!!!!!!"
     Justin's thrusts became more and more urgent, and his cries of
ecstasy echoed in my ears as his already-gigantic sex organ grew
more and more swollen until it was at its biggest, hardest and
sexiest.  His throbbing manmeat was a fantastic turn on and I
gently raked my teeth across his superhard shaft -- not enough to
hurt him, but enough to add a delicious sensation to what was
likely the best blow job he had ever gotten.  Sure enough, Justin
began cumming in my throat.  I pulled back enough of his cock and
jerked on his balls with my hand until I could taste some of his
divine spermsauce as he filled my mouth with the boiling hot
boyjuice that I craved so much.  Wave after wave of thick, creamy
cumcream came spewing out of his throbbing fuckpole, so much that
I couldn't swallow all of it; I was drowning in a sea of white
sticky molten manjuice and loving every minute of it.  I loved the
taste of Justin's fuckjuices, sweet and rich like fine cream, I let
some of it dribble down my chin, and rubbed it into my neck.  Some
of it leaked out around the corners of my mouth and went sliding
down Justin's spit-slicked sexstick and matted Justin's wiry blond
cock hair.
     Just when I thought that I'd surely choke on the sheer volume
of Justin's cum, the flow abruptly stopped.  Justin's body went
limp and he lay gasping for air, his chest drenched with sweat,
completely spent from his violent and passionate orgasm.  Pulling
his rapidly softening prick from my mouth, I moved on top of him
again and we shared a sensuous open-mouthed tongue-kiss.  I passed
some of Justin's cum back to him, letting it drip slowly from my
mouth into his.  He savored the unique thrill of tasting his own
well-heated juices, and let them slide down his throat as we
tongued each other hotly.
     "Fuck....I never knew how amazing another guy could make me
feel!" Justin sighed as he stroked my chest.
     "So...it was, ah, good for you too, I take it?"
     "Chris?"
     "Yes?"
     "I think I'm in love..."
     "Yeah, right.  And tomorrow we won't say a word about what
happened tonight, we'll never have sex again, you'll meet a nice
girl, get married, invite me to the wedding and you'll name your
first child after me."
     "Even if it's a girl?"
     "Especially if it's a girl."
     Justin laughed and planted a wet kiss on my neck, his hands
roaming my still flushed body.
     "And what," he said between wet swipes of his tongue, "if I
wake up tomorrow and think `Yeah, that was good.  I could go for
this, too'?"
     "Then I'd say you probably swing both ways."
     "Isn't that good?  Doesn't that mean I double my chances?"
     "You know something?" I asked, "You're a slut, Justin."
     "Thanks, Chris.  I love you."
     We lay there for a while, enjoying each other's bodies.  It
seemed like a long time as we lay touching, exploring, feeling,
stroking.  I had dreamed about doing it with Justin for so long,
and I had always thought it would be like this, yet now that I had
tasted his cum, there was none of the driving passionate urges I
normally had to fuck his ass raw or wrap my own lovehole around his
steely rod.  Rather, there was the far more satisfying feeling of
contentment:  I felt content to leave Justin's ass for another day,
confident that I would in fact one day fuck Justin's hot tight
virgin ass; content and confident in knowing that, chances were,
he'd want to suck me off and drink my cum or maybe even fuck me
with his big prick.
     And sure enough, there came a time when we did fuck each
other, and suck each other.  But right then, I was just happy that
I'd made him happy.  I'd seduced a straight boy, and I was proud of
it!

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