Date: Thu, 14 Oct 2021 13:37:07 +0000
From: J. G. <bijaybi@outlook.com>
Subject: Pushing the Limits with my Straight Oral Buddy

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This story is based on true experiences enhanced with some fictional
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I have been enjoying erotic stories on Nifty.org for several years now, and
have decided it's time to give back by attempting to write some of my own
stories. I've been fortunate to have a lot of adventures over the years,
including those I shared in "Hot Spring Surprise" "Male Bonding" and
"Iceland Adventures" and "Three Guys and One Girl in Charge" stories in the
Bisexual/Encounters archive, and recently published a part fact/part
fantasy story called "Teachers and Coaches at my Small Lutheran High
School".

Pushing the Limits with my Straight Oral Buddy

Several years ago in my small Midwestern city, when I was in my early 30s,
I had a regular "suck buddy" who was a completely straight, married guy
about age 50.

Robert and I had met on one of those phone lines that were predominant at
the time, where you could create a short ad and then receive responses. I
advertised that I was a hairy, bearish 30-something guy who loved sucking
big dicks, and that I was looking for nooners to suck off guys at my
apartment near downtown. Open to gay, bi or straight men as long as they
were clean, disease-free and safe.

To my surprise, I had gotten a response from quite a few married,
"straight" guys who said that they were married to women who had no more
sexual interest, and they were looking for various levels of sex with a guy
like me.

Robert was the most "completely straight" of those men. The first time I
met him, it was clear that he was not kidding. A sort of average-build,
sexily stocky business man with thick chestnut brown hair, a kind of boyish
face, and extremely large feet, Robert explained that he had never in his
life thought about having a gay guy suck him off. But that when his wife
told him she didn't want to have sex anymore, Robert – who admitted that
he was kind of a sex addict – had to figure out a variety of options. He
said, "Some friends I hang out with told me that gay guys are by far the
best cock suckers, and I decided to try it out. I get sick of how I have to
basically pay all these chicks I get together with, to have sex with
them... it's not that they're actually whores but they expect me to take
them to a nice dinner, bring them flowers or gifts, a few young ladies have
actually asked me to help them pay for school. And I'm like, `I just want
you to let me bang you, I'm not here to date you'." He laughed.

Robert was kind of a basic, pig of a straight guy. Very self-centered, full
of his own success as a business man, and obviously disinterested in
reciprocating physically in any way. I was just there to suck him. That was
fine with me – I had plenty of other buddies that I had more interactive
sex with, and I had a thing for cocky, older straight men like him, who had
a dominant, deep voice and an attitude where they'd just sit back and get
serviced.

So, Robert came to my apartment about once every two weeks, usually over
lunch time. He and I would both get out of work and get to my place for
about an hour of non-reciprocal fun. I understood the rules and was fine
with them. He definitely did not mind me getting my own cock out and
jacking off while I'd suck him, usually on the couch in my living room. He
was busy enjoying my expert cocksucking skills. He'd moan, groan, sometimes
try to fuck my face – but I'd usually put a stop to that and would
insist on being in control of the pace and dick licking and sucking.

I was a bit distracted and a bit turned on that my straight buddy would
sometimes feel like he had to talk about "hot chicks" and other "conquests"
and female fuck buddies he had, in order to maintain the clarity of being a
straight guy while being sucked by a cocksucker like me. It was like a
mini-gay-panic almost every time he was at my place to be serviced. His
cock was THICK and long, and he had no problem getting super-hard when I'd
suck him. But he would get harder when he would tell me stuff that I wasn't
all that interested in -- about his latest interactions with a young woman
or 2 girls, etc.

I was irritated a few times when I'd suck him and he'd actually be on the
phone line where we'd met, listening to ads by very hookerish sounding
women, which seemed to turn him on even more.

But mostly we had good fun and enjoyed each other's company over the many
months that we'd get together regularly. One of the ways I could tell that
Robert trusted me and liked me is that he started to tell me more about his
life, family and work and ask about mine. He was an extremely proud father
to an apparently highly successful air force captain who had just retired
and was now working as a pilot. Robert constantly praised his son, John,
for how much of a "stud" he was – he'd say, "You should see this kid,
you'd fall all over yourself for him. If you're attracted to me, you'd be
even more turned on by him. He always has like 6 women fighting over him
because he has his mother's and my best features, he's a total stud. He's
tall, built like a solid, jacked, ripped body builder from keeping himself
in top shape in the military, he has piercing blue eyes instead of my
boring brown eyes..."

I was thinking, "Wow, it sounds like you're kind of in love with your son,"
from how much he would rave about him and praise him, and I wanted to ask,
"How big is his cock? Is he even bigger than you, buddy?" He sort of
implied it once or twice by saying, "If you think my size 14 feet are huge,
you should see Max's, they're like a 15 or 16. He's really tall, and he's
got huge proportions all over," with a wink.

So, many months after I'd started having this suck-buddy relationship with
Robert, and he was really comfortable with being sucked off by an extremely
enthusiastic gay guy, he said to me, sort of jokily after coming, "I wonder
what would happen if I brought Max over to get serviced by you. You're
really great at this, and I wonder if he'd be able to handle getting his
big cock licked and sucked by a talented gay dude like you."

I was totally turned on by that idea, of course, and was like, "Please,
please can you make that happen???" But Robert said, "I don't know, I think
he would truly freak out if I told him that I was getting sucked by a dude,
much less if I invited him to get sucked by you, too. He's got chicks
hanging all over him, lucky little stud."

I was disappointed. I was also getting annoyed by Robert's sort of
increasing behavior of calling that stupid phone line while I was getting
him off, as if he couldn't stay hard unless he was reinforcing his
heterosexuality.

So, I got devilish one day. I was on my knees, shorts around my ankles,
jacking my 7" cock while enjoying the thick, 9" long straight man cock that
I was licking and sucking. Robert had his legs spread wide as he was
sprawled on my couch, and he was definitely enjoying it. I decided to push
the envelope, and with my mouth full of thick delicious cock, I started to
say to Robert, "Next time I want you to bring your son Max with you. I want
to see if he's really as sexy and huge as you claim. You talk about him all
the time like you're obsessed with what a stud he is, I think it would be
so hot to suck dad and son at the same time."

Robert verbally claimed to be creeped out by the idea, "No, no I don't
think I could handle that, sick man, I don't wanna see my boy getting his
cock sucked right next to me." BUT his body gave him away. I'm sucking him
and suddenly his thick long dick is like twice as hard as it had ever been,
and I swear it got about an inch longer, as he was clearly extremely turned
on by the thought of sitting side by side with his air force stud son, both
of them getting their dicks serviced by an excellent cock sucker. I said,
"Seems like you kinda like the idea, Robert, I think you want to watch your
beefy boy getting sucked off... maybe you even want to sword fight in my
mouth."

He laughed and said, "Well, maybe you're right, dude, it does seem really
really weird to me and I don't think he'd ever go for it, but there's
something really weirdly erotic about the idea."

It didn't take Robert long to spray a larger than usual load all over my
face. We both quickly cleaned up and left for our separate work places, and
didn't get to talk for about a month after that. I definitely thought
there'd be no way that Robert would follow through on this twisted fantasy
topic.

So imagine my total surprise when I got a call from Robert about a month
later. He sounded nervous and said, "Buddy, were you really serious that
you'd be willing to host me and my son Max at the same time?" I said, "Of
course! What are you suggesting?" And Robert said, "Max told me that he
noticed I was happier and calmer recently, and forced me to confess that
I'd been getting a lot more sex recently between not just female fuck
buddies, but for some reason I admitted to him that I'd even followed my
buddies' advice that guys are better cock suckers.'

I was surprised and happy to hear that. I said, "What did Max think of
that?" And Robert said, "He didn't seem as shocked as I expected for such a
straight military stud. He actually said, "Dad, when I was in close
quarters in the military the first few years, a lot of the guys would do
circle jerks to relieve stress... and there were always dudes who would be
the little bitches that would hang out in the bathrooms or shower rooms,
ready to serve if any of us needed a mouth or a hole to fill. There weren't
many women around, and it got really hard to go without cumming for
weeks. So, Dad, I don't know if you really wanna hear this but I did
actually get sucked a few times in the air force. And I even fucked a few
super-tight assholes when I was drunk on R&R near San Diego. Do you hate
me? Are you grossed out by your son's abnormal behavior?"

Robert told me, "I reassured my boy that I didn't hate him or think he was
abnormal, and that it is historically common for men to bond and serve each
other like that in an all-male environment. That made him relax. And then I
said that I wanted him to come with me to meet you – without telling him
anything about what you and I do. I just want to surprise him, see if he
feels an OK vibe when he's at your place. I'm just gonna tell him that
you're a buddy of mine and we're going to your place for lunchtime on a day
we both have off, ok?"

I was completely turned on and totally willing to make it happen. I was
eager to schedule this as soon as possible and we agreed on the following
Wednesday. I made sure I had a 2 hour lunch break that day, and I cleaned
up the apartment really nice. I got back to my place early and nervously
waited by the bay window to see when they would pull up.

Max had a sexy looking car and I was in lust the minute I watched him and
his father step out of the car and look toward my apartment. Damn, this kid
was like a sexy, built, beefy, more Italian-looking version of his father
(who was of Polish heritage, I think). He was taller, with bulging muscles
visible beneath tight clothes, and you could even see his schlong
prominently hanging down one thigh in his sweatpants.

I answered the doorbell and brought the guys upstairs. I tried to act as
butch as I could, not wanting Max to immediately know that his dad had
brought him to some gay guy's house. He was friendly enough but definitely
even more masculine and studly than his dad. No wonder Robert called him a
stud and said there were women hanging all over him all the time.

I fed them a light lunch and we got along well, laughing about some stupid
stuff and I was asking Max about if he got to enjoy some R&R with other
pilots or flight attendants since he had become a pilot. (My boyfriend was
a flight attendant at the time, and so I knew for sure that they did
fraternize with the pilots sometimes at their hotels).

Max's beautiful eyes sparkled as he said, "Oh, yeah, boy, definitely got my
pick of a lot of different... people... when we have spare time. You get
kinda tired and lonely in those hotels, you have time to hang out in the
hotel bar or the pool, but you definitely want to have fun with your
colleagues. So, yeah..."

Robert said, "Well, son, this is actually one of those times, too. I didn't
want to freak you out by telling you, but we're not just here for lunch. I
have been meeting up with Jay about once a month for some R&R of my own."

Max laughed a bit incredulously. He asked, "Seriously dad? You're telling
me you, the ultimate straight dude stud that I know, have been fooling
around with another guy?" But he didn't have judgement or disgust in his
voice, I noticed.

Robert answered, "Yeah, my buddies Rich and Rick told me that gay dudes
suck dick better, and they knew I was hurting after your mom cut me off. I
can't stand only seeing all these greedy sluts all the time and I haven't
found a girlfriend yet. So, turns out my boys are right. Jay here is
fucking amazing at servicing me. I don't do anything but get sucked. I'm
not gay, I'm not even bi, but somehow my cock responds to being sucked by
any hot mouth."

Max smiled mischievously and said, "Like father like son. I have definitely
figured that out myself when I was in the Air Force, Dad and Jay, and I'm
down if you guys are."

I didn't need any further encouragement. I had been hard since they
arrived, the air charged with an underlying sense of possible action, with
my regular buddy and his sexier, beefy son.

Robert moved us into the living room where I had towels next to the couch
and love seat. He said "Strip my boy's sweats off, Jay. You gotta see his
body up close." Max blushed a bit at his dad's compliment. I immediately
approached Max and undid his sweatpants tie, feeling the giant half-stiff
schlong that was bulging in the light grey pants. I also felt his massive,
hard pecs and shoulders. Hard not to just get lost in muscle worship on
this big stud, and I watched Robert light up with pride when Max was
completely naked in the middle of my living room, actually impromptu posing
and flexing some of his impressive physique.

"Go ahead and feel him up, Jay. I think he wants to be worshipped a bit." I
didn't need a further prompt, I just rubbed my hands all over Max's bulging
beautiful muscles, and he smirked at me with half pride and half cocky
sneer. He said, "Why don't you lick me a bit, bitch?" I liked his gruff
command. I flicked my tongue at one perky erect nipple and the other, and
he held my head to bite and suck at his manly tits. It made his gigantic
cock stand at complete attention. I licked down his rippling abs, down and
around his hot crotch, flicked me wide tongue at his heavy balls, and then
moved around to his back side. Such perky, high round ass cheeks from a lot
of glute exercises... I licked his slightly sweaty ass crack and he tensed
up like I was gonna try to tongue his straight man hole. I stroked his back
and the back of his broad shoulders, and kissed his neck and ears. He was
really happy with my sensuous attention, and I occasionally looked at proud
dad watching his son get felt up and licked by his gay buddy.

Robert had stripped off his clothes and was slowly jacking his thick
dick. I commanded, "Suck my son's cock, Jay. I want to see him fuck your
hot mouth and to know what a great cock sucker you are."

Max pushed my shoulders down and got me to kneel between his massive
muscular legs, and he playfully slapped my cheeks and nose with his thick,
heavy schlong. It actually hurt, because it was so hard and heavy. I
tentatively tongued at his piss-slit and around the head of his dick, and
looked up at Max for permission. He gave it to me by putting his big hand
around my head and pulling me forward to engulf his dick in my wide open
mouth. I felt full and stretched by this huge straight man's cock, and I
loved it – there's nothing quite like sucking a really giant dick,
giving yourself the challenge of getting as much in as possible, and making
the man feel amazing all over.

Max groaned with pleasure and said, "Yeah Jay that feels amazing, you're so
good, ya little slut" affectionately, then "Dad, damn, I'm so glad you
brought me here today and you're sharing your cock sucker with me. Why
don't you come over here?"

Robert stood up and his big dick swung comically in front of him as he
walked toward me and Max. He positioned so that he was standing next to Max
with his arm around his son's broad shoulders and back, and I had access to
dad and son's equally beautiful hard-ons.

I was a kid in a candy store, going back and forth between the men,
slurping and sucking and licking their beautiful dicks with passion and
intensity. I wasn't trying to rush them to come, I was just voraciously
hungry for their straight man dicks and was SO completely turned on that it
was a dad and son that I was sucking. Max played a game where he tried to
shove his super-thick dick into my mouth and then get his dad to shove some
of his cock in as well, which spread my mouth ridiculously wide open. It
didn't work very well. It was much easier to just hold their dicks together
and then slurp and switch between the two. They were both bucking and
grunting and growling with deep masculine voices as I served them my best
head.

Robert was clearly fascinated watching his son get serviced, and it was fun
to see him openly feeling up his son's tight, defined body, affectionately
while I was licking him. He said, "Damn, Max, I'm so proud of you, my boy,
you really take great care of yourself. I may need to get you to be my
trainer so I can lose some of my paunch." Max laughed and felt his dad's
stomach and his more fit chest, and then playfully swat his cute bubble
butt... He said, "Dad you're doing pretty good for 50, but sure I can help
you out. Meanwhile, I wanna try out this boy's ass while he sucks you off."

I was startled and not quite ready for that turn of events... I had just
eaten, I hadn't had time to douche or anything. But Max didn't care. He was
fixated and he ripped my clothes off, even tearing my shirt, with a rough
impatience. As I knelt on my hands and knees in the middle of my living
room, my mouth filled with Robert's beautiful dick, Max started to roughly
finger my hairy butthole. He spit in my crack and on his thick fingers, and
he expertly opened my hole up wider and wider, making me feel like I was
desperate to have something bigger than fingers shoved inside me.

Max felt I was ready, and he mounted my ass from behind. He faced his dad
and I felt him steady himself by grabbing onto Robert's arms, and he
positioned his thick cockhead at my hole's entry. He had lubed and opened
me up surprisingly well, because I barely yelped with pain as his wide
fuckstick spread me open. He pushed his girthy tool into my tight hole
steadily, groaning with pleasure as my guts massaged him.

Robert said, "Yeah, son, fuck this little whore while he sucks my cock. I
wanna see you plow the shit out of him, while I use his mouth. He needs
cock in both ends, this little faggot is hungry for both of us!"

He was right. I was loving the feeling of being spit-roasted by my pal and
new pal, and it gave me an extra thrill to know they were related. Kinky,
raunchy, nasty. How the hell did I get lucky enough to have these straight
dudes using me like this? Hoping that I was giving them enough pleasure, I
asked how my holes felt, and they both simultaneously reached to slap my
asscheeks, and laughingly said, "shut the hell up, kid, you will know if
you're not pleasing us. Til then just let us use your holes and get off on
fucking you from both ends."

That was hot. I was getting power fucked in my ass and mouth, pushed back
and forth between the dad and son, and I was so happy. I could hear Robert
and Max exchanging high fives above my sweaty back, and I strained to look
up and saw Max surprisingly twisting his dad's nipples in his fingers. What
the hell? What straight dude does that with his own father? This was quite
a bizarrely intense experience and I didn't want it to end.

But, it had to end. All of us were getting exhausted by the intense fuck
and my holes were getting the guys off. First, Robert barely gave me any
warning before he withdrew his fuckpole from my mouth and sprayed a
gigantic load of cum across my shoulder and back, and perhaps got a few
drops onto his son's sweaty body too. That seemed to set Max off, and with
a few more extra deep thrusts, he grunted intensely and yelled, "I'm
fucking creaming your guts, whore, you're gonna be filled up with my load
and it's gonna leak out of your pussy all day. Take that load, bitch, you
are lucky to get it up that tight ass!"

I felt lucky and it literally pushed the cum right out of my balls and into
my shaft; I wasn't even touching myself when I suddenly started blasting my
own load all over the carpet. I couldn't handle the intense feeling of
Max's dick filling me any more and made him pull out. He did, but he wiped
leaking cum all over my ass crack with slaps of his softening slick cock.

I let the men shower together in my bathroom while I watched, and we agreed
that we'd do it again sometime soon if possible. I guess the guys didn't
feel that weird about their father-son gay experience because they had both
dominated me, didn't do anything active with each other or passive with
me. Who knows with these guys? I'm just happy they're out there.

Unfortunately I fell out of touch with Robert. Next time I saw him, he did
seem to have some regrets, I could only tell by the fact that he was in
hetero hyper-drive, calling that damn phone line to listen to
stupid-sounding slutty women's ads while I sucked him. I was getting turned
off, and even worse... after he finished that day, Robert freaked me out by
asking out of nowhere, "Jay, do you want me to start paying you a bit when
I come over? I feel bad that I just use you like this and you don't get
anything out of it." I was appalled. Pissed that he didn't realize that I
got great pleasure out of JO'ing while serving a straight stud (and even
his son) and that I was NOT one of those greedy sluts that he saw who
expected dates, money, gifts, etc. I said, "Absolutely not, man, this is
just fun for me and I thought it was just fun for you."

He didn't seem to understand my confusion and annoyance, he thought he was
being nice and generous. But that was literally the last time I saw him. I
felt like a line had been crossed with someone trying to literally pay me
for being a whore, LOL, when I was perfectly happy to do it for free.

Years later I regret that decision. I wished I still saw Robert and got
another chance or two with his sexy son, and I would probably have just let
him leave some cash tips to pay for cumstains to my carpet and couch,
hahaha. Ah well, time to try to find a similar arrangement now, even though
now I'm about 20 years older.