Date: Sun, 6 Aug 2000 09:17:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: "[iso-8859-1] UKSW" <ukstories@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Straight Mate"

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This is the warning. You know, that bit about where I say that you should
be an adult and it should be legal where you are and you should want to
read stories about gay stuff. And now you read all that when and realise
you're 14, sitting in a country where porn has been outlawed and your
straight, but you think: "what the hell I'm going to read it anyway."
Thought you'd recognise it. Anyway, I've warned you that you shouldn't
really go past this point if you fall into any of the above categories so
no one can say I didn't try.

I think that the warning might end up being longer than the actually story.
Anyway, this is a short one and it's for my mate Louis. Yeah, that's you.
The Canadian one. Enjoy it.


Straight Mate

The room was totally dark as I lay there listening to the sound coming from
the room next door. I could hear the creaking of bed springs and the
headboard hitting the wall with every hard thrust he made. The two of them
were groaning loudly, even their breathing was definitely audible around
the otherwise quiet hotel.

I closed my eyes tight as my hand crept under the sheet reaching for my
cock as it began to come to life. In my mind I could see him thrusting in
and out. Hot beads of sweat running down his face, his strong neck and all
down his masculine body. From behind I could see his tight ass pounding
away, forcing his huge dick in and out of the willing hole before him. With
his legs parted a little, I could see his balls. Hanging freely in their
hairy sack, gently hitting the flesh in front with every movement forward.
And I could see his cock. Just briefly, every few seconds as he withdrew it
slightly, stretching that hole with it's width. Stimulating it with his
hairy shaft. Holding it outside that hole, lingering, teasingly close
before ploughing it all the way back inside.

With one hand I grasped my rock hard shaft and started to rub myself
backwards and forwards. With the other I started pinching my nipples and
rubbing over my chest. All the time my head was spinning with the noise
from the room next door as it got louder and louder as the two lovers
started to reach their climax. With one huge slam of the headboard on the
wall just behind me, loud enough to startle me, I heard an almost animal
like grunt from him. At the same time, my hand pulled down in mid-stroke.
My body went ridged as I could feel my balls tighten up against my body.
Frozen for what seemed like hours, I lay there, basking in the warm glow
that seemed to be centred around my heavy balls. I could feel my dick start
to twitch in my firm grasp and the warm wetness of my cum starting to spray
up, covering my chest.

This was becoming something of a habit. Me and the rest of the guys in the
university swim team went all over the country and in every single hotel I
seemed to leave my mark on the bed sheets. It was difficult not to though.
The talk between the guys on the team when we weren't swimming seemed to be
all about sex. In the evening's we'd go out and I'd watch them, my mates,
chatting up one girl after the other. Coaxing her back to the hotel. Each
one trying to outdo the other in terms of numbers had between the sheets. I
joined in of course, but I never went all the way. I left that to my
roommate, Paul.

Paul was and still is, my best mate. We'd been friends for almost forever.
On the school's swim team together too, we went to the same university and
ended up on their team together as well. No matter where we went, me and
Paul always shared a room. It's was when we were about 17 that things
started to become a little difficult for me, always being with Paul
whenever we were away at a swim meet. From that day onwards, things have
just been harder and harder. I see him naked or at least near naked just
about everyday of the week.  When we're in our room together, I see him in
exactly the same state, but without any of our other friends there to keep
my mind off his body. And now I'm laying here, covered in cum and listening
to him lay some bitch he picked up in the bar downstairs.

What would you do in that situation? Do you laugh or do you cry? Laugh
because it's so ridiculous, the guy is clearly straight and here you are
condemned to a night of sleeping in your own mess. Or cry because he's so
gorgeous but you don't have a hope of getting him in anything like the
situation he is in now on the other side of that wall. In the end I did
neither. I just slept.

It must have been at least a few hours later I was woken up by the sound of
the door being closed and footsteps walking across the room. I stayed where
I was and didn't move. I could feel that my chest was covered in a layer of
drying cum and I didn't want to have to explain that one to Paul now.

I opened an eye, I hoped that Paul wouldn't notice me awake. The only light
in the room was that of the street lamps outside the window and the moon I
suppose. It wasn't very much, but I could at least make out a little more
than just shadows. Paul walked in between the two beds. He whispered my
name, checking to see if I was awake. I didn't reply. He was wearing only
his jeans. I saw him throw his T-shirt on the floor, next to where I had
left my clothes earlier on when I went to bed. He kicked off his trainers
as his hands reached for the buckle on his belt.

Seeing Paul stripping just inches away from where I was laying was starting
to get me worked up again. I could feel my dick start to rise once again. I
longed to grab hold of it and give it a couple of tugs, but there was no
way I could have done it without Paul noticing and there was no way I
wanted to endanger seeing the rest of his strip show, even if was only
going to be for a moment.

He parted the ends of the strip of leather and started to pop open the
silver buttons on his jeans. The light seemed to glint off each one and as
it passed through the thick denim material, it the gentle sound sent a
shiver up my spine. He parted his jeans for a second as he took his watch
off and laid it down on the small table in between our two beds. That gave
me a chance to eye up that luscious basket, encased by the brilliant white
cotton of his Jockeys boxer briefs. Involuntarily, I licked my lips as I
saw Paul's hands moved back to his jeans as he began to move them down his
legs.

Like the rest of us on the team, Paul didn't bother shaving his body hair.
We didn't see much point. We pretty much managed to win without going to
extreme lengths to do it. And man was Paul hairy! Well, his bottom half was
anyway. It was a bit weird, his chest was totally smooth as was the whole
of his upper body, except for a sparse patch of really light hair under
each of his ample arms. But his legs, his ass and all around his crotch was
covered in a thick layer of the same light coloured hair. I'd been watching
him since we first had to take a shower after gym at school. It was sort of
an extra-curricular project for me!

Paul let the jeans slip to the floor before stepping out of them. His legs
were like the rest of his body, firm, lean and tanned. And there he was
before me. Literally just a few inches away from my face dressed in only
his underwear that bulged almost obscenely at the front. I froze as he
whispered my name again, sure for a moment that he'd caught me eyeing him
up. Then my nose filled with the strong scent of my friend as he leant over
and started going through his bag that he always kept by the side of his
bed. I saw him take something out, but I couldn't make out what it was in
the light.

I continued to watch fascinated by what he was doing. Well, mostly I was
fascinated by the bulge in the front of his underwear. I was almost certain
that I could make out the outline of his cock as it rested on top of his
balls. It was probably just my imagination though I thought as my cock
twitched again to let me know he was up for some action when I was ready.
Paul sat down on the edge of his bed and set down whatever the thing was
he'd taken out of his bag on the table. As he put it down I wondered if it
was some papers or something. Then he turned on the side light, but quickly
twisted it away from me so as not to wake me up I suppose.  Suddenly, his
bed and Paul on it were illuminated and I had a much better view! He picked
up the paper's that he had just taken out of his bag. I could tell that it
was a magazine.  Paul flipped to the back of the magazine. I could see the
front page. I could make out the title: 'Playboy'.

Well at that little revelation, my cock surged forward to it's full 7.5
inches. I could feel my heart race inside my chest as I realised that Paul
had been checking to see if I was asleep so that he could have an encore to
his encounter next door. My mouth went dry as Paul began to turn the pages
of the magazine. He stopped periodically and just stirred at the page in
front of him. My mouth dropped as more than once I saw Paul move a hand
down to his boxer short covered crotch and appear to massage the beast that
lay underneath.

A few more turns of the pages, a couple more gropes and I didn't stand a
chance. I had to touch my dick. I had to get a feel of my own tool at
least. I needed another release from this amazingly horny sight in front of
me. I could feel the precum leaking out of the tip and running in little
rivulets down my shaft. Slicking me up once again as if I had no choice but
to get hold of it and go for it. I moved. Swiftly, hoping that I might just
get away with it, no matter how slim the chance. My fingers made contact
with my hard shaft. Mentally anyway, I breathed a sigh of relief just to
have a hand on my engorged member. For a couple of seconds I thought I'd
got away with it.

"Sorry mate, did I wake you up?" I heard Paul say.

My whole body froze and I swallowed hard. I opened my eyes, doing my best
to pretend to be just waking up from a deep sleep. I never was much of an
actor. But I tried anyway: "It's ok mate, I'd only just drifted off
anyway." I said as I opened my eyes to look at him. I saw Paul just calmly
put the magazine over his crotch, hiding that basket from my gaze.

"What you up to?" I asked, like I didn't already know. I didn't realise it
then, but I'm sure that subconsciously, my mind was putting me in a
position to act on my animal instincts -- basically to have sex with my
best mate -- should the opportunity present itself.

"Nothing." He said, if a little bashfully, but with a huge shit eating grin
extending from one side of his face to the other. "It's just that the girl
in the room next door was only into doing it once and she wouldn't even
give me a blow job." He stated as he held up the magazine showing me the
front of it once again.

"At least you managed to find someone to do it once with..." I said, my
voice trailing off as I realised I might be getting a little close to the
mark.

Paul just sort of laughed a little. "I suppose that's true." He admitted.
It went quite for a moment. I didn't know what to say next. I don't think
Paul did either. "Hey, do you want to have a look?"

At that point I seem to recall my mind doing somersaults and racing with
all kinds of ideas about what he meant and what I should do. Thankfully, he
qualified his invitation: "At the magazine I mean."

"Yeah, of course the magazine." I answered. Well, I thought to myself, I
suppose I'd better come clean. "Well, I'm not really, errrrr, not really
decent. You know?" I replied, hoping beyond hope that he would get what I
meant without me having to explain it in excruciatingly embarrassing
detail, whilst at the same time hoping that I hadn't just blown my chances.

Thankfully, Paul knew what I meant. He giggled again and said, "You just
haul yourself and that stiffy of yours over here and give it something to
get stiff over." He told me, as he moved over on his bed and patting the
side of it, indicating that I should go and sit next to him.

Don't tell me that you would refuse if placed in the same situation. Well,
I definitely didn't anyway. I licked my lips, swallowed hard, sent up a
little prayer to make sure I was doing the right thing. Not that I ever get
an answer. So I made my own mind up and pulled by the bed sheet. I hauled
myself out of the bed, making a vein attempt to hide my still painfully
hard erection as I leaped over and onto Paul's bed. It was only a single,
so we were pretty close together. Close enough for me to feel his body
heat. Close enough to smell the faint scent of his aftershave, just
starting to wear off now.

I watched as Paul sort of looked me up and down. He'd never looked at me
like that before.  Then again, I'd never actually been naked and stiff as
anything laying next to him on a bed before. He handed me the dirty
magazine as he said, "Fair's, fair." With that he reached down and in one
fluid movement, raised his ass up off the bed and pulled his boxer shorts
down and right the way off. He threw them onto the pile on the floor and I
was left just looking at his cock.

Paul's dick was definitely half hard. I've never seen him that big before.
It must have been about five inches long at that point. And, fuck, this
thing was fat. Must have been at least three inches round and the guy
wasn't even hard yet. His shaft was covered in hairs about half way up. He
kept his bush pretty trim, we'd all had a laugh about that in the showers
when he'd first done it. Paul didn't mind getting so much intermit
attention, I didn't think anything of it then, but now... His thick prick
was being cushioned by his big balls. I'd noticed right from the start,
when we were about 14 that Paul had balls much bigger than you would
think. They hung down loosely in his sack, itself covered by a layer of
hair.

In that brief glance down, just while he was pulling his shorts off, I
tried to memorise as much as possible Even if this was only to be a mutual
wank between the two of us, just two horny guys getting their rocks off and
no more, I was determined I would have a mental record to play back
forever.

He took hold of the magazine again and held it up in front of us. I sort of
had to lean over to get a look at the pictures. Not that I've ever been
interested in any of the pictures in 'Playboy', but I had to keep the act
up. Paul must have thought I was strained. He reached an arm over my
shoulders so that the pages were now straight in the middle of the two of
us. Each time he flipped one, he would have to pull my head slightly closer
towards him. This was definitely turning out to be more than I had ever
dared imagine. I was sure he'd be able to feel my heart pounding.

With each page that was turned I sneaked a peak down between Paul's
legs. Sure enough his five inch, semi hard dick, was getting bigger and
hard with each picture and each article that we looked at. By the time we
reached the centre fold, Paul was at least as hard as I was and a good deal
thicker. A small moan escaped his lips as he studied in detail the picture
in front of him. So near, so very, very near. Our naked sides were almost
touching we were that close. I had a hand resting along my leg, no more
than an inch or two away from Paul's cock.

Shit, I'd just been caught. I'd spent too long looking at Paul's dick and
not enough time looking at the page in front of me. When I looked back up,
Paul's eyes stirred directly into mine. If a doctor had taken my blood
pressure there and then, I think I would have been laying in a hospital
bed. I went to say something, anything that would get me out of the hole I
was in now. I had been caught eyeing up the dick of my best, straight,
mate. What do you say?

My lips parted, about to speak. He threw the magazine down on to the floor
beside the bed.  Shit, this was it, I'd got myself into a fight. One last
chance to say something. His faced closed right up in on mine. I could feel
his breath. He was going to scream really loudly at me...  He grabbed my
bottom lip with his own and pushed his tongue all the way into my mouth.

It was two minutes past three on the morning of Sunday the eighth of May.
And my best friend had just wedged his tongue down my throat. I could so
easily have passed out there and then. I didn't. I just lay there, stunned.
Paul lifted his face away from mine and looked at me. I just stirred back
at him and smiled. Paul grinned back at me. He leaped across and straddled
my legs. Leaning in our cocks touched. It was like fireworks going off all
over my body. I could feel the throbbing head of his cut dick against my
own. Our precum mingled together straight from the source. He took hold of
my head and I wrapped my hands around his back, pulling our bodies together
and we kissed again.

Long and rough. Our stubbly faces ground against each other as our lips
meshed in a hot wet kiss. Our tongues darted from my mouth to his and back
again. Tickling, licking, flicking at each other's lips, fighting against
each other, swaying from one mouth to the next. Paul tongued me hard.
Forcing himself what seemed like half way down his throat as he began to
rub himself up against me hard.

I could feel his dick pressing against the side of my own as he rubbed. Our
precum leaked between both of our bodies, acting as a lubrication. His cock
was so big, so hard, I could almost feel it digging into my skin. I could
feel his balls resting on mine. Squeezing together, the hairy softness. I
reached a hand down and took hold of his ass. Hairy and inviting. Sweat
seemed to be pouring down his crack. I managed to feel up between our legs
as he continued rubbing. My finger tips played with our balls, alternating
between his nuts and mine. Rolling them around in my fingers. Separately
each one and then all together at the same time.

Then I remembered what Paul had said earlier. I opened my eyes to see his
looking straight into mine. They were slightly glazed over, like there was
nothing else he would rather be doing right now. My whole body appeared to
explode into a feeling of hot passionate lust for this guy. He'd not go a
blow job off the slut next door. If that's what he wanted, I was going to
make sure he never wanted it from a girl again.

Taking hold of his head, I pulled him off me and smiled at him. He licked
his lips and looked down between our two bodies, at our dicks pushing
together and the mix of sweat and precum that lay between us. He looked
back up at me again and smiled, as if to say that we were doing a good
job. I kissed him again on the lips and rolled him off me, spreading him
out on the bed.

I took hold of his dick in my hand for the first time. He let out a loud
satisfied moan as I felt the rough skin of his fat, hairy shaft. I got on
top of him and sucked on his neck for a moment, making sure to leave my
mark. That would be interesting watching him explain that one when he got
into the pool in the morning. Paul through his arms upwards and I lightly
tongued around the sweaty hair of his armpits. Not something I'd ever
thought about doing before, but in case this was a dream, I'd decided I was
going to do everything.

My tongue trailed up and down his body. I paid close attention to his
nipples. I suck and pinched at them with my lips. I cold feel their
hardness in my mouth as my tongue swirled around and around making Paul
writhe with the pleasure of it. I left his chest totally wet, covered in
sweat and my saliva. I sat up so that I was sitting on his chest. Paul just
continued looking at me, that smile never once left his face. He was
enjoying this more than anything else he had ever done before. I took hold
of my cock, still leaking loads and loads of precum. I went to each of his
nipples and rubbed the top of my dick over each one. We both shouted out at
the feeling of this new movement. I could feel the hardness of his nipples
against the ultra sensitive head of my dick. The very tips of them sort of
disappeared into my piss slit for a split second as I covered each of those
love buds in my sticky clear fluid. I did each one in turn, left and right
and then back again. The feeling was like nothing else I've ever tried.

I trailed my dick back down along the centre of his body until I was
sitting over Paul's cock. I laid it along my hairy crack, feeling it throb
and twitch as I went back to his chest and started to lick my precum off
him. His head thrashed about as I swirled and licked every last bit of him
clean before making my way down to his navel and darting my tongue all the
way over his smooth skin. I poked around his belly button. A cute outtie he
had, all smooth and tanned. As I gave him a tongue bath, my chin brushed up
against the top of his dick that had just moments ago laid snugly in my
hairy ass crack. The scent was too much for me and I knew it was time to
get to work.

Getting right down between Paul's legs, I licked up the inside of his
thighs. My tongue was met with a barrage of hair and Paul's sweet smelling
sweat as he continued to wriggle around on the bed, trying to guide my
tongue to which ever part of him felt like it needed the attention.  But I
was going to do this my way! I moved over to the other thigh, licking up
all the way, swirling my tongue before starting over again. Occasionally, I
would let my tongue slip down to the start of his ass crack. Paul would
open his legs out wide every time, trying to get me to go deeper. But that
would be for later on.

I lifted his balls and licked underneath them. If he was anything like me,
this would be sending wave upon wave of sexual energy coursing through
every part of his body, sending his mind in a spin. Making him think that
the entire world revolved around his dick. For me and him, for tonight
anyway, it did.

Next I went to his balls. Letting them drop into my mouth. I could just
about manage both of them at the same time but his big hairy nut sack
filled out my entire mouth. Although I did my best, swirling my tongue all
the way over his hot package. It was almost as if I could feel his seed
welling up inside, waiting for me to tip him so far over the edge that he
would have no choice but to explode.

With all the foreplay I could think of over with, I determined now to make
this the best blow job of his life. I let his balls drop out of my mouth.
They hung seductively between his legs. My hand reached up and pulled
Paul's throbbing member away from his stomach. A small pool of precum lay
on his soft skin, all the more for me to enjoy later on I thought as I
looked down at the bright red head of his dick. Cleanly circumcised, more
and more precum just seemed to spill out from the tiny little hole at the
end of his cock. It was running down his shaft, now all over my hand. I
could see that his neatly trimmed bush was covered in a layer of the sticky
stuff. My senses were being overtaken by the scent of Paul's body, his
leaking cock. I moved my head closer and closer, I could hear Paul
breathing deeper and deeper as he could sense me coming nearer. He must
have felt my breath on the tip of his cock as he thrust his crotch
forward. My lips made contact with Paul's big prick. The precum had made
him so slippery, I could help but, in one go, take about four inches of it
in.

Paul was so big, his cock stretched at the sides of my mouth. I could feel
the few pubes that lined his shaft scraping past my lips as more and more
of him sunk into my mouth. My tongue was working overtime, darting from one
place to the next. Lapping up the precum that continued to flow from his
slit, whilst at the same time, probing new parts of Paul's most private
part. I licked all the way around where the shaft of Paul's fat dick, met
the head. He kicked and screamed every time I even lightly past my tongue
over this most sensitive part.

There was no way I would ever have been able to fit that huge member into
my mouth and down my throat without a lot more practice. So with about
three quarters of Paul lodged inside me, I moved my hand up to wank the
base of his cock whilst keeping up my tongue work on what I did have past
my stretched lips. At the same time I put my free hand on my own cock that
I could feel coming close to orgasm once again and started to tug up and
down on it.  Doing the same to Paul's cock as I went. My moans were stifled
by Paul's giant prick in my mouth. But it felt perfect. So hot. Sweat
dripped all the way over my body. My nose was filled with the scent of
Paul's crotch and sex hung heavy in the air.

I pressed as much of Paul's cock into my mouth as I could. He screamed as I
rammed the end of it down my throat. I could feel his balls come up to meet
the base of his dick. I squeezed around him once more, feeling the
thickness of his incredible dick. One more suck, one more lick, one more
swirl of the tongue and that was enough. Paul started bucking, trying to
force more and more of himself into my mouth as I could feel his cum start
to rise up from his balls, shooting all the way along the length of his
cock before spraying out and down my throat. I swallowed and swallowed,
taking a little more of Paul's dick into my throat as I did so, desperately
trying to not let the tiniest amount of his seed escape. He moaned and
thrashed even more as he felt more of his cock go into me despite him being
laid prone in this highly sensitive state as his orgasm overwhelmed his
entire body.

It seemed like forever, but really it was no more than half a minute as he
ejaculated wave after wave of his hot sticky cum down my throat. His legs
kicked out, his body rolled from side to side as he continued to fill me
up. He started to settle down. Still moaning and breathing heavily though.
I started to lift my head up. His dick began to soften a little and slipped
out of my mouth, hitting his stomach. Covered in his own precum, cum and my
saliva.

My own dick was still hard. I was frantically jerking it backwards and
forwards as I got to my feet. Enjoying the sight of seeing Paul laid out
before me. His body totally spent. Not for the first time that night I
jumped back up on the bed and sat on his stomach. My hairy balls rested
against his smooth skin. My ass was being covered in the sticky mess that
had collected on Paul's stomach. He opened his eyes to see me furiously
working at my cock. He reached up and touched my dick. I let go. Just one
touch from my mate was all it took. I shot further, harder and longer than
ever before. My cum surged forward and hit him in the face, in his hair on
his chest. Ribbon after ribbon of this white cream covered every part of
Paul. He lapped it up, opening his mouth, trying to get a taste.

That smile never left his face as we got into his bed. It was still there
in the morning.

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There you have it then, a short one to get you in the mood I think! Hope
you enjoyed it. Don't forget to write to me if you did and then I can send
you the URL of my site which contains all of my stories, if you haven't
already visited. As for you Louis, I hope you enjoyed that one and I'll
talk to you soon.