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From: "Keith" <kronick@javachoice.takethisout.com>
Subject: {ASSM} The straight punk (mm)
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Date: Fri, 12 Nov 2004 16:10:03 -0500
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this is my first attempt in this group.  I have written more.  Butthis is
of a true encounter that happened last night.  I cannot stop thinking about
it.

   The Straight Punk by keith40505 (adultfriendfinder.com)

   I met him my first day on the job.  He as a punk.  Shaved head though,
heavily tatooed and pierced.  He was sex on a stick.  He was a real flirt
with the ladies.  He was always making them melt with his charms.  But he
had a softer edge when it was just me and him.  He let it slip that he was
not 100% straight.  It was then I decided to take a slow road.  For the
next few weeks, we'd talk sex.  I would be pretty open about it and he
would too.  I'd tell him sex anecdotes and all.  I finally got around to
telling him of my red bull can test.

   The red bull test is a comparison of an erect cock to a can of red bull.
Its from a movie "seven dead gay guys".  It's a very important plot piece.
Anyway I took a few pictures during the test.  Couples I had written for
3somes were always demanding a "well hung" male if it was just a single
guy. I figured the Red Bull Test would be sufficient.  So I took the
pictures.  I mentioned this test to him and that I passed.  I also admitted
how attracted to him I "was" (past tense).  Very important.  It was though
I no longer was.  While I was, I had grown tired of the dance.

   The next morning at some ungodly hour my phone rang and I let it go. 
But when I checked it had been him.  Last night I got a call out of the
blue.  I told him sorry about not picking up but I had been asleep.  We're
not that good of friends in that we have to call all the time, so this was
unusual.  He got around to saying the reason he called was he wanted to see
the red bull.

   He doesn't drive, and my truck was in the shop.  He asked if he could
come over.  Normally I'd have gone to get him.  But he offered to take a
cab.  This guy is always broke.  He's taking a cab to come over.  He also
mentioned how horny he's been lately.  This guy gets straight sex every
night of the week if he wants it.  He goes to a strip joint and the dancers
buy him drinks.

   So here he is, coming over to my house.  He tells me it may be as late
as an hour.  Fine I said and chalked it up to maybe-he-will maybe-not.  I
put him in touch with a reliable personal cabby friend of mine and sure
enough an hour later he was knocking at my door.  He had a forty oz.  beer
in a bag.  I offered him a joint and he sat on the couch.  We shot the shit
and I still played it cool.  We both knew why he was there but I was going
to make him beg.

   I had a bi dvd playing but the tv was off channel.  I was going to hand
him the remote knowing the average man just flips channels and he'd stumble
on it.  He doesn't watch TV.  I went in the fridge and said "here's your
red bull" and pulled the can out and brought it to him.  I then sat down
again across the room.  A bit later he asked to see the can again.  I
showed him and he was like "No way" I am going to have to see it.

   Trying to drive him crazy, I had my dumb act all in place.  I brought
over my notebook pc and showed him the pictures!  I showed him the date
stamp - "see last week".  Yes, I know the bad logic it could have been
anyone's.  But it was mine.

   He said "I need to see it in person".  I then went on about flacid and
erect.  A topic every man knows way to well.  But I find it confuses a lot
of women.  One woman I know says she has never seen a non-erect penis.  I
told her "Good job!" especially she since she is a Lesbian.

   So I tell Tony that I'll need to get worked up would he mind if I
clicked on a movie.  He told me he loved porn.  I told him I had a bi movie
and he was enthused.  I started it and started rubbing my jeans right away.
No need for pretense here anymore.

   I unzipped and started rubbing my underwear.  I have been wearing trunk
style briefs lately.  The square legs.  I think they are very sexy and they
keep my cock and balls in place without hammocking them like bikini briefs
or pouching them like Boxer Briefs.  When I started to get hard enough I
dropped my pants and walked over to where he was sitting.  I rubbed my
erect cock through the fabric and said it was not quite hard yet but it was
getting there.  His eyes widened.  I think I saw him lick his lips.

   I then flipped it out over the waist band and let them slide over my ass
to my ankles.  He said "It's so big!" I smiled and knew I had the guy.  I
also grabbed the can of red bull for a real life comparison.  "Its exactly
the same size!" He grabbed it and slipped his mouth over it.  I am so glad
I no longer have to use a toilet paper tube as my example.

   It was so hot seeing his rough self slaving over my cock.  I grabbed his
head and moved it back and fro a bit.  I asked if he was getting warm and
he took his punk rock hoodie off.  Here is where it gets a little fuzzy. 
Somehow his pants are off and I am on my knees chowing on his dick.  I joke
that in my fantasy it was him naked on his knees chowing on mine.  He
laughs.

   He takes his shirt off and we 69 a bit.  Let me describe him.  He is
heavily tatooed.  Some pro and some prison and some self inflicted.  His
nipple, tongue, eyebrown, and frenum were pierced.  He's got a nice body.
Natural looking but not soft.  I got my punk.  After a bit, ever the host,
I asked him how he liked to "finish".  He said before he did, he wanted me
inside him.  I love the way that sounds.  My first ever fuck boy said that
to me "I want you inside me".

   Keep in mind, I had pegged this guy as a straight guy.  He later hinted
to being bi, and even later to liking to suck cock.  I should have
continued the logic and realized he was a bottom.  He was in prison at 18,
he was hot, a real pussy hound and admittedly bi or at least bicurious.  Of
course he was a bottom.  He can get all the topping he wants from his
girls.

   I told him we'd have to go slow.  He did not want to use lube.  I guess
it was a prison thing.  I slipped my spit-wet finger in him, and it was too
dry.  I slathered more spit on two and tried that but he was wincing too
much.  I am sure the daddy's in the big house made him bleed.

   I said there is just no way without lube.  I got some ky warming gell
out, slipped on a condom and started teasing his hole.  He was slowly
jacking his own dick watching me.  I put a pillow under his butt and gave
it a lick and added more KY.  I slowly, agonizingly pushed my head against
his hole.  His outer sphincter was loose enough but his inner was going to
be a problem.  "Houston we have a problem on entry".  I added more lube and
gave a small lunge.  He about cried, and asked me to pull back.  I did, I
held it, and he gave up and said he would have to practice for next time.
**Next time - this was not a one time deal!** I started jerking off toward
his stomach and he asked me to slide closer to his face.  I straddled his
chest and he started jerking himself off, and mouthed my dick head when it
was close enough.

   Here I was.  10 years older than him.  Totally dominating him like a
punk.  When I was close I warned him.  I aimed at his chest and neck and he
was like a fish trying to gasp for air.  So I pushed it into his lips and
he sucked the remaining cum out of me and lay there with it on his neck
face and lips.  It was so hot.  He came right there after and it hit my
back.  I lay forward a bit spooning as best I could for a bit.  I went to
grab some towels, and he used a them one at a time but when he balled them
up the wad was the size of a soft ball.  I could not believe how much cum
he had on him.

   We got dressed and he called the cab again.  I told him normally I'd
give him a ride or cab fare, but I spent the last of my cash earlier that
evening atthe corner store.  I promised to buy him lunch at work the next
time.  The cabbie had told him he'd come to the door.  I think he was going
to check on me.  I asked if he had asked about me when he dropped me off
and he said no.  So knowing how conciencious the guy was, I explained he
was probably making sure I was ok.  My truck was not there, some tough was
going to my house.  He did not know the tough.  And Daniel likes to check
up on me.  He visited me twice when I was in the hospital last winter.  The
cabby came.  Tony left saying he'd see me at work tomorrow.

   I ordered a pizza.  I got my straight guy.  Ok not so straight but to
the outside world he is uber straight.

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