Date: Wed, 26 May 2010 10:29:53 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Straight Boy Gives In, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Encounters +++There's a story about to begin that you have to miss if you're under 18. Sorry. You other older boys, pull up a chair, make yourself comfortable in the crotch area, and read on.... There are a lot of stories in the Nifty Archive about hunky gay guys turning straight boys into their bitches. Somehow, they seem too good to be true and I wonder if they might be examples of wishful thinking. This story, though, really happened two weeks ago. I am certified by a certain software company to fix problems with their custom installed systems. This keeps me on the road in the states in my territory that includes Arizona, New Mexico and Colorado. When I was hired, the my first thought was that those states are the home of real men. I have a problem. I only get hot over guys who are straight. That's a rare taste to have and I strike out a lot, but when I connect, it's heaven on Earth. I have a company car. It's a cheap standard job except it is plastered all over with graphics advertising my company. I think it looks like shit and makes me seem like a bakery delivery guy. About now, you're wondering what I look like. There's not too much to tell. I'm tall and beefy, 6'2" 230#. I'm well cocked. I smoke cigars and I talk rough, but with the right guy, I can be sweet as honey. I'm on Route 40 in Arizona. I get to the low priced motel about seven o'clock and check in. I have my appointment in the morning. Why a cheap motel? If you ever were traveling men you know that you can make quite a bit of pocket money by keeping lodging costs down and pocket the difference from the per diem allowance. I parked my car right at the entrance and noted that only two or three cars were parked in front of their respective units. That meant that business was bad and I will be able to get an even lower rate. I entered the small low lit lobby from the bright sun outside and my eyes took a moment to make out the one couch and two chairs and table with old magazines. But when I glanced at the reception desk, specifically the clerk, I knew I had found my target for the night. He was on the phone. He glanced at me with a steely look, appraising me from top to bottom. He was built a bit like me. We both had small features that worked against our he-man personality. If you can imagine a bit line backer being cute, that's us. Now this type of guy is easy to bed. Why? Because he mistrusts little fellows. He figures dudes like me are like himself, all manly and ready for spit contests. Never in a million years would he think that I am in to "that" stuff. Now like most men of the supposedly 80% straights, there is a short period in their lives that they were a little homo. Whether they sleep over a friend's house and got cozy in the bed while the other was sleeping, or they had a crush on a fellow student or teacher. Who did they think of when they jerked off? It might have been the star athlete, or maybe their older brother. My modus operandi was to remind him of those days. They were hot as hell and all consuming. They are just waiting there to be exhumed, and I'm the guy that can do it. They take in my baby smooth skin and I fix them with my pale blue eyes and they see my red, full mouth over very white teeth. It gives them ideas. The name tag on his shirt said, "Gary". "Hi Gary," I said,as he hung up to phone, slipping him my big warm hand to shake and hold a bit too long. "I'm Robert, some call me Bobby, especially after we drink together." He took all in and smiled at me with pleasure. Here, he thought, is a real man yet friendly and open, the kind of guy you would like to kick back with. "Welcome to Halley," he said jovially. That was the name of this speed trap town. How many nights you staying," he said pushing a register card toward me. "Just three nights. I see the rate on the wall. Can you shave that for me, my boss is stingy." I said this in a confidential tone, almost intimate. The big boy actually blushed at my earnestness and my wide open blue eyes. I even put the tip of my tongue out like I was concentrating on what I was saying and that was a potent jog to his suppressed nature. About now, he might be thinking of the showers after practice, or Wayne's sweat smell sleeping next to him when he passed out after the celebration and had to be carried up to the room. "I can give you a ten percent reduction if you're AAA." I leaned forward. He slightly reared back, I was into a bit of his space. I wet my lips, "Now Gary," I said softly, almost like a lover, "I know you can do better, how about 30%? You won't be sorry." That last four words had an effect, he had to clear his throat before speaking. "Well, you seem nice and the kind of person we like to rent our rooms. You know, real man, not won of those queers." "I'll take the room. "Do you get many queers come in here?" That threw him. He stuttered a reply, "Well no, no many, I mean maybe." I took heat off him. I didn't want him to blow a gasket. "Say is that dinner down the road any good? Where can I get some whisky?" "Foods good there. The owner's my younger brother, Davy, and next door is a package store." "Does he look like you?" I asked, taking a big risk. He cocked his head. I went too far. He's mulling over my questions. His eyes narrowed and he said, "Why you ask?" "No special reason, just so I'll spot him." "Oh," he said, almost visibly releasing his breath. "Say, you got VCR in the room?" "Sure do, and we rent pickers." "Pickers?...oh yeah...got you. You got porn?" "Do. All kinds. $5.00 each, plus $10 returnable security fee." "That's great, here's $15 for three, and $10 deposit. Pick out any three hot ones, I like bi and gay." "You do? Are you one of those?" I side stepped his question. "I like bi and gay because they get right to it. Some of the boy/girl ones waste too much time. You know what I mean?" He didn't answer and I think that was a good sign. He didn't exactly know what to say. As I waved at him and went out to grab supper, I called out, "Come by later and we can pull on my bottle and watch the show. I always buy the best booze." Again, no answer. You may think I'm nuts, but I tell you that's good. If it was no sires, he would have said that out right away and firmly. He didn't exaggerate. Dave's Diner was the old fashioned kind where they make everything from scratch. The bacon was local and the eggs fresh. Homemade toast and strong coffee all made for a great meal. As I stood up to pay the bill I saw Dave come out of the kitchen to take my money. He was unmistakably Gary's brother, same small baby features but on him it was really nice. He was shorter than Gary, being maybe 5' 8" and lithe. I'd call him hot. "I'm staying over at your brother's place. I'm picking up some good booze next door and watching some porn. I invited Gary. You interested?" Suddenly Dave's posture and expression changed. He was showing me that he was on my team. "If you have plans for Gary, forget it. He's your home grown homophobe. Don't try any thing with him or you'll need a dentist." I was really taken aback. That kid really knew the ropes. I wondered about Dave and Gary getting it on. Maybe, maybe not. I didn't pickup on the kid's words just said, "Hope to see you later," and went to buy liquor. I returned to the motel with a fifth of the best whisky, waved it at Gary. "I put the movies in your room. Have a good night friend." Did I see a wistful expression of regret that I was walking away? I repeated my invitation, still no answer and I took the key and moved my car right up the outside door entrance to my unit. Once inside I took off all my clothes except for my loose white boxer shorts. I always wear that kind. I popped open the booze, popped in the first movie that appeared, from the picture, to be bi-sex. I like bi-sex almost as much as gay movies. You see the guy doing his stuff with a girl with no shame because it stamps him as a MAN! I love the cum shots, except must straight guys try to mute their cum cry. Cum cries are the best thing on Earth. A good grunt, or several grunts are the basic, but a shrill, high pitched, helpless sound can make me almost cum. Then there is the full throated shout, yipes, that ought to be illegal it's so hot. Big boys like Gary set up a sex sweat that smells like nothing else on in the world and is sexy as hell to sniff. They also sweat profusely around and under their big balls. Hey, I'm getting all hard just thinking about these things. The movie started. The girl was just okay but the guy was tres cute, much younger than the girl, I bet this was his first porno film. She had to suck him a lot to get him hard. I noted a scared look in his eyes, as if to say, 'how did I get into this?' But soon he was stiff and his cock was a nice curvy one. The dear child kept his eyes closed as he fucked briskly. I bet he was a high school athlete, and not too long ago, his muscles had a fresh perky look. He had me reaching into the leg of my shorts to pet my monster. He liked it and gave out a bit of slippery moisture. I didn't go for it, I wanted to make it last, at least until I saw the movies. There was a soft knock on the door. I opened it. It was Gary (you're not surprised, of course.) His eyes flew to my tented shorts and he slowly took in my thick, muscled legs and bare chest with those steaks of pecs on them. I stood there, a big smile on my face and a hand that was smoothing my hard on. He cleared his throat four times before he could speak. That's a good sign. "I brung some ice and some beer. I might jes take a look at those pitchers if you don't mind." "I glad to have company. I just snapped on the hold button. The guy was just about to spew. You're in time for it. Open two beers and have a sit down." Soon I bent over the VCR showing off my muscular ass as I snapped it on. It sprung to life as the curly headed boy began to grunt and spew long ropes of cum over the bitch's big (fake) tits. Gary reddened. I like a shy big boy. He licked his lips. A very nice big red clean tongue. I was falling in love with the big guy. Those baby lips, curvy and full. I could picture them around my cock. "Take off your stuff and be like me. It's the only way to watch porn." He looked at me like a deer in the headlights, his eyes scared and wide. I moved over to him and gave him a short punch in the arm, male stuff you know. He smiled at my very straight gesture, shrugged and took his tee shirt off. He did it straight boy style by reaching crossed arms and grasped the opposite hem and whipped it off. Whoa, that was sexy. He revealed a farmer tan, his lower arms were reddish with his sun tan but his upper arms, the muscle area was tender and white and smooth. A boy's arm muscle is as sexy and intimate as his scrotum. You think too? And the chest was excellent. He was built, even better than me and the center of his chest, between his mounds of pecs had reddish hair. Oh to lick that! "Pants too," I said with a touch of authority. I think Gary needed a bossy lover. He took them off by opening the belt and fly and letting them drop to his shoes. Now what was my boy hiding? Oh those hairy beefy legs, just perfect. "Nice legs," I commented without lust in my voice. "Thanks," he said rotely, then blushed because he realized he was getting into a girl thing of talking about his body. He was accustomed to being real butch about things like that. He kicked off his sandals and flexed his big toes with the hair decorating the tops. He saw that I had the only chair in the room and he sat on the end of the bed. His oversized, stretched out briefs hardly covered his cock. The way he sat, straight boy style with his legs widely spaced to allow breathing room for his (I guessed) big ball sac, stretched the thin fabric over his cock that lay sleeping on his upper thigh. Gary didn't know it, as he concentrated on his drink and the movie, that he had already been seduced. When the screen went black, a lazy way for the porno guys to change scenes, the set acted like a mirror. I caught him staring on my naked back and he rubbed his cock bulge hard, thinking I couldn't see him. The film was bi-sexual. So far we only saw the curly haired kid get his nut, but now from the side another male entered. He was lithe with a small moustache and naked. His long thin cock stood out seemingly a foot in front of him. He grabbed the kid and pushed his face into the woman's cunt and quickly began fucking the upturned ass of the younger man. I heard Gary take in a sharp breath. Ha ha, he was an ass man and didn't know it. I felt the time had come to move this seduction forward. I stood up and dropped my shorts. My long, fat cock snapped up to attention. Gary's eyes doubled their size as he stared at it. "You're really large," he said with some wonder in his voice. "I don't think you're too much smaller, from what I can see." I knew he was fast regressing to age fourteen as he spoke in a husky voice like that of a voice changing adolescent. "Take a look." I put on an exaggerated voice of admiration. "That's is the finest organ I have ever seen. It's a beauty." He almost puffed up his chest in pleasure at the compliment. "Do you want to touch mine?" I said, "Just to see if it feels like your own." (Get it? This was a scientific experiment.) Without waiting a moment, he slipped off his own briefs and reached out a hand to touch my shaking cock. His was holding his breath. He expelled it in one rush, along with the word, "Nice." Meanwhile I looked over his junk. Big, big balls, round sac like a shopping bag and a fat heavily covered with a long droopy foreskin. He was real hot and cocky. "You can rub it a bit. I like that," I said comparionably. He didn't take up my offer but just held on, moving a bit. I reached for his. He almost squeaked in surprise but then, as I rubbed him, he settled down to just breathing noisily. He was dripping as much spooge as most guys do their cum. I put an arm around his shoulder and he moved close to me. Sweet. Just as I was going to plant a kiss on his puffy lips and get him further into a sex daze, a clear young voice at the held open door said, "What have we here? Big brother sexed up by big Bobby? May I play too?" End part one.