[A straight man with an extremely high sex drive actually seduced me] (After being seduced by a straight man with an extremely high sex drive)

A muscular, straight man with an insatiable sex drive actually seduced me.
Author: Unknown.
He was my colleague. When I first met him, I only thought he was a handsome, manly, and
incredibly fit 1.78-meter-tall playboy. To be honest, I never intended to be friends with him from the start, but for some
reason, maybe because we had nothing to do during breaks at work, we always chatted together. Actually, he mostly talked
about the women who were head over heels in love with him, which I found a bit annoying, but I always
listened patiently. Later, he frequently asked me to go to bars with him. I said I didn't like going, and after refusing about
five or six times, he stopped asking me. Because he always went with his girlfriend, I would just be a
third wheel. Perhaps it was my introverted personality, but he gradually got used to being with me and naturally settled down,
his life becoming more regular. Later, he said: "Being with me gives me a very peaceful feeling." As for me, I gradually realized that
although he was a womanizer, deep down, he was still a very boyish and innocent guy. But to be honest, that
summer, his constant wearing of tight sleeveless shirts, his short buzz cut, long eyelashes, and deep voice almost
entirely constituted my memory.
Later, we became quite familiar, and he often came to my office to chat with me. Sometimes, when I would
take a nap on the sofa at noon, he would sit next to me and bother me. I wasn't angry at all and just chatted with him. Although the topic
was always about the women he had been with a few days ago. Sometimes when we joked, he would touch me inappropriately. I think
this is perfectly normal in everyone's eyes, because everyone encounters straight men touching them inappropriately or behaving intimately
. In fact, this is something normal men do; they just find it fun and have no sexual desire involved
. I think he was the same. But the problem was that every time he made me incredibly hard. Once, he imitated a woman's
actions to make me laugh, but I ignored him. Then he used his big hand to touch my nipple and said in a very unpleasant voice, imitating a woman
in heat, "Mmm, I want it." I almost died laughing. He said smugly, "Ha, you're pretty good at it, aren't you
?!" I said, "Damn! With a woman having such a disgusting voice like yours, all men would be impotent!" I liked him
doing that, even though I pretended to be disgusted by him, which only made him feel more accomplished, so he became more and more "outrageous
." I don't know how many times he'd squeezed my penis, but thankfully I wouldn't
let him touch it again after he squeezed it and ran away, because I was already very hard. Later, I took the opportunity to touch him a few times, and he didn't resist! Once, he
teased me like a woman, and I grabbed his penis. He actually imitated a woman in heat and moaned, making
me quickly let go so that people outside wouldn't hear. He laughed uncontrollably. In this way, I unknowingly took advantage of
him quite a bit. So I often thought about him in my sexual fantasies, imagining him giving me oral sex and me sucking his big penis
.
We went through this up and down like this for a summer. Later, we went to the gym together and got memberships, and I finally
had the chance to see him naked. Several times I failed to get a clear view, only catching glimpses of him in his briefs
. Once, he forgot his shampoo, and I was halfway through washing when he suddenly pulled open the curtain. I was startled;
he was completely naked and brazenly asked if I had shampoo. I froze for a few seconds before handing it to him. That was
the first time I saw his large penis—very thick, the glans exposed, the whole thing hanging comfortably between
his legs. He didn't have much pubic hair, but it was dense in his groin area. I memorized all of this in a second
, becoming incredibly aroused.
Oh, and I forgot to introduce myself. I have a pretty good physique, 1.8 meters tall, and I exercise regularly,
so I have a good toned build, though not the explosive type. Once, while we were changing, he
said in front of the other people, "Hey kid, nice body! I can't tell you've put in the effort!" I ignored him and just kept
getting dressed. Later, he actually said, "Hahaha, your nipples are so small!" So cute. My head went blank
for a second. Everyone was staring at us, but he was completely unfazed, just laughing to himself. I wanted to
disappear immediately.
His physique was absolutely muscular. Ever since seeing his body at the gym, I finally understood
what he had besides his strikingly handsome face that truly made women flock to him.
Although he was a little shorter than me, he completely stole the spotlight at the gym. At
first, I was a little annoyed, but then I thought, having such a handsome guy as my workout partner is such a privilege
!
Actually, he was really serious at the gym, a completely different person. He always insisted on completing every set of exercises
, while I seemed to be slacking off. But he was also very patient in teaching me the movements and correcting my mistakes
.
After the workout, we usually went our separate ways—I went home for dinner, and he went to see his girlfriend. But sometimes we
'd go out to eat together. I don't remember where we first ate together, but during the meal, I thought he was a real
gentleman, not at all like his usual infuriating self. I remember very clearly that once he even picked up
a piece of beef for me and said, "Eat more, you should eat more beef after working out." I was so touched by him.
Haha. I think he's completely forgotten about that, but I remember.
Actually, I don't look gay at all normally, but I always have messages on my phone that
I'm afraid he'll see. He was using a really old phone at the time, and he'd spent all his money going to bars every day,
while I had just gotten a new one. He loves playing with his phone, so he often took it. One time I saw him laughing,
and I snatched it away. Oh my god, it was a message from someone I'd only met once online—a really cheesy
message. I thought: I'm doomed! But unexpectedly, he said: "Haha, you're really something, secretly dating a girlfriend
! You've kept it so secret." I was speechless. Upon closer inspection, I realized the person on my phone had a really
cheesy online name; anyone who didn't know better would definitely think it was a woman's. I just laughed and said, "That's
what happens when you're handsome; people always come knocking on your door." He laughed and begged me to meet my girlfriend. And just like that, the only
crisis passed.
Autumn. I bought a car, and he wasn't embarrassed at all, taking me for rides everywhere. I remained silent.
I quietly became his driver, sometimes even giving him a ride when it wasn't on my way. Maybe it's this part of my personality,
but I have many friends, though I often didn't realize it at first. One day, after we finished working out, we
were both exhausted. After dinner, we felt refreshed, but it was still early. He suggested going for a drive, and I
readily agreed. On the way, we chatted and joked, and he still started touching me inappropriately,
playing with my penis like a food stall. I got hard quickly, but couldn't resist. He laughed and said, "Wow, pretty
big!" I was driving, and I felt incredibly uncomfortable, wanting to find a place to pull over and rape him. I said,
"Of course, don't be ashamed!" He said, "Damn." I think that probably hurt his pride, but he didn't
say anything. He just started telling me how he made his girlfriend submissive in bed, which I ignored. Later, the air conditioning made us a bit dry, so we stopped to buy some water and snacks, 　　and rested
in a secluded spot.
I said, "Don't touch me later, it's dangerous." I genuinely didn't want him to do that
, because I haven't been driving for long and I was afraid of causing an accident. But unexpectedly, he said, "Why are you so timid?" I said, "
Damn it! You want to kill me? You try driving and I'll do the same to you." I knew he didn't have a driver's license and couldn't drive at all
, but he said, "You think I'm afraid of you?!" Before he could react, I squeezed his penis hard. He
made a sound like a woman's panting, just like last time, which was incredibly awful and completely killed my libido. Then we both
laughed so hard we almost fell over.
Even now, I still ask myself if what happened that day was real. It feels like a dream. And yet, it all
felt so natural.
After fooling around for a while, we started talking about serious things, from life ideals to reality. I discovered that he
didn't actually have any plans for life, and the conversation drifted off into completely unrelated topics. The only thing we
started to find common ground with was movies. After we finished talking, we lay quietly in the car
, looking at the night sky through the sunroof. I'd never seen him so quiet before; he seemed lost in thought. I wanted to break the silence,
but he broke it first. He put his hand on my penis and said, "Hmm, not bad, not bad." I immediately understood
what he was thinking and knew what he wanted me to say. He just wanted to prove to me that his wasn't small either, since he was too
embarrassed to say it himself, right? I knew his personality perfectly well. Okay, I'd satisfy that
competitive streak common to straight men. So I said, "Yours must be big too." Sure enough, he got excited and said, "Of course!
Mine's as thick as my wrist!" I said, "Damn, you're amazing." I squeezed his penis hard.
His penis was always soft, unlike mine, which got hard easily.
He said, "I'm not kidding, my girlfriend's wrist is about that size."
I said, "Wouldn't that kill her?" I continued to let him be smug, but I had already taken my hand off his penis;
I still didn't dare go too far. Then he started getting really smug, saying he once did it for two hours straight, and that he could
ejaculate ten times in a row, and so on. While I was agreeing with him, I started feeling hot all over, and my underwear was already
throbbing. After he finished his smugness, he moved on to me, finally complimenting my figure
and the quality of my penis. I thought, even boasting has its reciprocities. His hands started getting
restless again, but this time I didn't resist. He repeatedly squeezed and kneaded it for a while, and I asked him, "
Does it feel good?" He nodded and said it was alright. I thought, "Now I'm confident." So
I started to enjoy the pressure his hands were applying to my penis. My glans was already starting to leak fluid, peeking out
of my underwear, but he was only touching it from the outside, showing no intention of going inside. I was getting a little anxious.
So I also started to squeeze his groin. It was still soft. I said, "I'm going to make you hard, to see if it's
as thick as your wrist, as you say." He said, "Go ahead and check!" He spoke without a hint of ambiguity, his tone confident and assertive!
I felt instantly energized, sitting up and launching into a full-scale assault. His hands stopped, and he began to enjoy
my ministrations. At first, I only touched him through his underwear, and soon he got hard—
goodness, it almost popped out of his jeans. I was incredibly excited, thinking, "I'm so lucky!"
But I still didn't dare go any further, so I lay back down, slowly touching him. His hands continued. We
lay there in the car, touching each other's penises and commenting on them.
In my hands, his penis was already very, very thick, but this guy still said it was only halfway
there. I thought, "Damn, so competitive!" Whatever, let him be happy, let him brag. I'll just enjoy this
unexpected beauty. I said I was already very hard, and he hummed in agreement, saying, "By the way, your nipples are so small,
so cute. Are they underdeveloped?" Like a little kid. I said that's exactly it. He said, "Let me
see, okay?" He looked at me innocently, without a trace of impure thought, and I really couldn't say no.
So he pulled open my clothes, and his rough fingers began to explore my nipples on my smooth pectoral muscles.
His hands were hot and rough, and he giggled as he touched me, making me a little embarrassed. When his fingers
finally found my nipples, he leaned over to look and said, "Haha, they're really cute, like
a little kid's, so pink and tender. Why are mine so dark?" I said, "Are yours dark? Let me see." He
said, "Okay!" So I let go of his penis and roughly pulled up his cardigan. He was a strong guy
, and the weather was already quite cold, but he was only wearing this black cardigan, with a wide-open neckline,
looking incredibly sexy. In the darkness, his healthy complexion was on full display. My hand touched his well-developed
pectoral muscles, pressed them a few times, and I sincerely said, "Your physique is truly top-notch in the gym. No wonder you're
stealing all my attention."
He smiled and said, "You're not bad either." His nipples were a little darker than mine, but not the kind that's almost black;
they were more like brown, completely hairless and clean. His areolas were about the size of a one-yuan coin—all of this
was exactly what I wanted. After examining him, I didn't dare to take any further action. Actually, I really wanted to suck his
nipples and press my face against his well-developed pectoral muscles. I lay back down in my seat and continued playing with his big penis.
This time, I started playing with his testicles. Unexpectedly, just playing with them through his jeans made him
groan. This groan was a deep, rough masculine sound, not the
feminine voice he usually feigned. I knew his sensitive spot was his testicles. So I kept kneading them. He
grabbed my hand and said, "Stop." I was a little disappointed, thinking he didn't want to play anymore. But his hands didn't
stop. He started squeezing my nipples with his index finger and thumb, then teasing them with his rough index finger. My nipples
hardened under his ministrations. He said, "Kid, feeling good?" I said, "Stop talking nonsense, keep serving me."
He started mimicking a woman's voice, saying, "Yeah, I'll make you feel good."
I shuddered again. We started laughing again, but after a short while, we started playing seriously.
He saw I closed my eyes and asked, "Feeling good?" I nodded with my eyes closed. By then, my hands were free
, and I was completely enjoying his ministrations. His one hand was teasing my nipple, while his other hand
began stroking my penis. My penis was fully erect in my pants, but my pubic hair was caught.
I said, "It hurts, my pubic hair is caught." He laughed and said, "Let it out to air, don't be shy, I won't
laugh at you."
I said, "Damn it, why should I be shy?" As he spoke, he unbuttoned my jeans,
revealing my white underwear. I reached in, straightened my penis, and smoothed my pubic hair, saying, "That feels good."
He laughed and looked at the large bulge between my legs, saying, "Ha, it's so big, you're having a blast, aren't you?" I said, "Of course
, all men do that." I wanted him to take off my underwear, I wanted him to give me a handjob
, but I didn't say anything. At this point, I estimated I was 90% ready to have my fill, and
I didn't need to be so eager to make a request. I just wanted everything to happen naturally. Because I was only covered by my underwear
, my penis felt even better under his large hands. I said it felt really good, and that his technique was pretty good.
He said of course, that my oral skills were even better, and then he started bragging about his oral sex techniques when he gave his girlfriend, sticking out
his tongue and swirling it around to show me. At that moment, I was fantasizing about this strong, straight
man's wet tongue licking my penis with abandon in my mouth if he were to give me oral sex. I said, "I don't believe you, you always brag
like that." This provocation
really worked on this super vain and simple-minded guy! He said fiercely, "You don't believe me? I'll make you cum to death!" I said, "Okay." Without
thinking, he lowered his head and started licking my nipples!
His tongue was really agile, the tip of his tongue quickly flicking my nipples, and after a dozen or so times
, he sucked hard with his thick lips. I couldn't help but groan. He looked at me and grinned foolishly, saying, "Does it feel good?" I hummed in response
. He switched to the other side and continued licking. I felt incredibly good; my most sensitive spots were
those two. I put my hand inside my underwear and started masturbating. He saw me, stopped, and looked at me. I said, "
I can't take it anymore." His smug expression seemed to announce, "You've been brought to pleasure." It was true, and
I didn't care anymore. His hand went back to my underwear, but this time, as I hoped, he started
groping inside. I don't know how to describe the feeling; I kept asking myself if this was
real. Then I kept telling myself, "Damn, I've really hit the jackpot." Whatever, enjoy it.
His large hand grasped my penis inside my underwear. The roughness and warmth of his palm gave me unbelievable
arousal. And what's worse, he was straight! I started moaning, while his mouth continued
kissing my nipples, his tongue moving rapidly. I thought, he probably used this method with his girlfriends too
.
A long time passed, and I almost ejaculated several times, but I kept pushing his hand away. I didn't want
to finish too soon, and he showed no signs of fatigue. Such a rare opportunity,
playing with a man so skilled and physically impressive, I wanted to play a little longer.
I said, "I want to show you my skills too." He lay down, looked at me, then closed his eyes,
nodded, and said, "Mmm." This strong, handsome man was right in front of me, his black low-cut knit sweater
pulled down to his chest, revealing only his well-defined six-pack abs. I started kissing his lowest abs, and
the moment my lips touched them, a powerful masculine scent filled my nostrils. I couldn't quite describe
what it was, but there was no unpleasant body odor whatsoever. I guess this was the unique, inner sexual attraction emanating from this kind of strong, straight man . I inhaled deeply, his abdomen 　　contracting in waves
of pleasure from my kisses . 　　I occasionally traced the tip of my tongue across his abdomen, then slowly kissed my way down to his pectoral muscles. When I reached his chest, 　　between his two broad pectoral muscles, I paused, took a deep breath, and thought to myself: 　　"So good!" I lifted his shirt, revealing his nipples, and began to suckle them. I remember clearly that I 　　didn't taste a trace of sweat in my mouth, which was my favorite part. Even better, I didn't smell any perfume 　　or skincare products. He was so real, so clean and refreshing, allowing me to enjoy him. I suddenly wanted to coin 　　a term: "original flavor man." I felt his body temperature rising, his warmth emanating from my tongue. My saliva 　　moistened his nipples. I stole a glance at him; his eyes were closed, his brows slightly furrowed, his thick, long 　　eyelashes even more prominent from below. His earlier teasing demeanor was completely gone; I knew he was fully 　　immersed in the experience. 　　I mimicked his movements, quickly flicking his nipples with my tongue and occasionally circling his areolas, finally 　　sucking on them with my lips. This repeated itself, and his moans grew increasingly rhythmic. My other hand began to boldly 　　explore downwards; I knew now was the time. As my palm moved down, it brushed against his undulating abdominal 　　muscles, and at his navel, I could feel his soft pubic hair creeping up from his underwear. I switched to the other 　　side, continuing to suckle, watching his changing expressions. His mouth was slightly open, his eyes still tightly closed, 　　unaware that I was admiring his ecstatic expression. His underwear was wide-brimmed, with delicate logo tattoos on it.

Oh, he seems like a masculine and strong straight man, but he also has good taste. My fingers slid
inside, following his pubic hair, and just a little in, my fingertips touched that
thing that arouses countless men and women. I gently held his penis in my hand, feeling no sweat or
dampness. I thought to myself, we had both showered after coming out of the gym, so even if I gave him oral sex now, there should
n't be any odor.
His penis was really thick and solid, but I felt it wasn't fully erect, but it was precisely this texture that aroused me even more
. I held the heavy, fleshy rod tightly in my palm. My thumb gently rubbed
his glans, and sure enough, no fluid came out. I was secretly a little disappointed, but at the same time, I felt a strange
excitement. I started stroking his penis up and down, but not too hard. I knew he definitely wasn't used to it right away
, and his moans didn't change; they didn't become more rapid because of my stroking of his penis.
He reached down a little, and I knew what he was going to do, so I naturally let go of him, lay back in my seat
, and pulled my clothes up a little more, down to my neck, so that my flat but firm chest and abs
were completely exposed to him. He sat up, his penis still half-erect, and continued to
masturbate me as before. I gently touched his hair, and he lowered his head to lick and suck my nipple. This time his grip
was tighter than before, and his hands were the kind of thick, large hands where the four fingers could be joined without gaps, so my penis
felt incredibly warm and comfortable in his grip. Each stroke gave me
great physical and mental satisfaction. I noticed he was looking at me with a wicked smile. Although I don't particularly like wicked handsome guys
and prefer the obedient and cute type, I think any gay man
would be smitten if he saw a straight man staring at you like that while giving you a service. I admit I was captivated by him. I gently called his name, and he hummed
in response before continuing to earnestly lick my body with his tongue. I held his short hair
and his strong ears in my hands. I didn't deliberately push his head down, but it was clear he was slowly kissing me!
I wasn't too surprised anymore; I knew I'd won the lottery, and won the grand prize at that moment. My breathing
must have become rapid then. His thick lips lingered on my six-pack abs for a while, then
suddenly stopped kissing. I looked up at him, and he stared at me, saying, "Not as obvious as mine." I said, "What?" He said, "
Not as well-trained as me." I was stunned.
It seemed he wasn't as fully invested as I was; this guy was still comparing himself to me. I said, "Of course you're more intense."
He continued kissing my body with satisfaction, while simultaneously and decisively pulling down my underwear. I was a little
uncomfortable with someone taking off my underwear, but then he gripped my penis tighter and rubbed the head
with his thumb, just like I had. My body shuddered as if I'd been electrocuted. He licked my
belly button while giggling, which made me feel very embarrassed. His thumb rubbed faster and faster, and suddenly I grabbed
his head with both hands, pulling him close to me. His charming, sexy face was just a finger's width away from mine, our
mouths slightly open. I was sure, so without hesitation, I kissed his lips! He also proactively put his tongue
into my mouth, and I was incredibly excited. We began to suckle intensely in each other's mouths. His
saliva was plentiful and slippery; I felt like he was deliberately creating extra saliva to guide into my mouth, which I
swallowed entirely. His upper body was already pressed against mine, our burning skin touching. My head was
cupped in his hands, his thick lips covering mine, his nimble tongue constantly probing inside,
his saliva wet and slippery, without a trace of smoke or alcohol. I inhaled deeply. I decided what to do next. I
pushed his head away, nose to nose, and asked, "Want me to give you oral sex?" He smiled, his eyes narrowing, and said, "Oh." That
adorable, boyish charm resurfaced, as if this game, which shouldn't have been played, had brought him a taste
of pleasure and excitement. I pushed him down onto his seat. He looked at me with a slight smile, as if
asking, "Really?" I pulled his underwear down to his thick, muscular thighs. I
cupped his heavy scrotum in my hand, and he groaned uncontrollably. I gently squeezed his testicles; they
were firmly held between his legs by his scrotum, not drooping, just like me. I was excited again, because this
was what a young, healthy man should look like. The thickest and longest penis I had ever encountered was completely exposed before my eyes. The
foreskin, the same bronze color as his skin, had completely retracted, revealing a full, round glans.
The slightly concave part of the shiny glans was his urethral opening. Imagining his thick semen gushing out from there, I
couldn't help but take it into my mouth. My mouth was filled with his penis, and I didn't know what to do.
So I used my tongue to touch his urethral opening. His urethral opening really had no odor at all; it was so clean that I became even more
uninhibited, licking his big penis back and forth like eating an ice pop. I pushed his penis
as deep as possible into my mouth, but only about two-thirds of its length, yet he was clearly satisfied. My hands didn't stop;
I continued to play with his testicles. His moans, which started as low, guttural "mmm," became more lewd
. He whimpered softly, but those were the sounds a man makes when he reaches the peak of pleasure, without a trace of
affectation or seductiveness.
I spat out his penis and gripped its base tightly with my hand. Sure enough,
a drop of clear liquid squeezed out of his urethra. I immediately sucked it away with my mouth, then squeezed again, and sucked it away again. He had
completely abandoned all pretense of dignity, utterly surrendering to the pleasure of lust. As I sucked his fluids, I watched his ecstatic expression,
while he remained oblivious. The stimulation was indescribable. His fluids were light, without any fishy smell,
and slightly salty. I thought of an even more exciting idea, so after sucking his fluids, I brought them to his lips,
mixed with my saliva, and fed them into his mouth. He swallowed his own fluids without realizing it! A
sense of victory, possessing someone else, spread through my heart. I gave him oral sex even more passionately, hoping he would ejaculate thick, white semen.
He was so comfortable that he raised his hands above his head, resting them under his head, looking like a man completely enjoying himself.
I took his testicles into my mouth, sliding them around a few times. His brow furrowed occasionally.
The man's scent wafted unimpeded from the pubic hair. I inhaled deeply as I continued to suck his testicles, one hand
rapidly stroking his penis, the other playing with his nipples. This all-encompassing service actually made him call out my
name. I was genuinely surprised, but before I could react, he laughed. It turned out that sucking his
testicles had tickled him. I laughed awkwardly, but he immediately pushed me down and began kissing
my lips, then moved away. In that instant, I thought, "Today, as long as he gives me oral sex,
I ask for nothing more!" Just as I made this decision, a wave of hot, wet pleasure surged from my penis, washing over
my entire body!
At that moment, only one thought echoed in my mind: I was the luckiest person that day .
Regardless of how many women he had slept with before, or whether he desired my sexual desire, simply enjoying the present moment
was enough to overwhelm me. I felt his real 37-degree body temperature directly,
his saliva lubricating my penis. He swallowed a few times and then pulled away, placing one hand
between my legs to gently support my scrotum, lightly playing with my testicles as I had just done.
His other hand gripped my penis tightly, then he began teasing my glans with his masterful tongue. My
eyes were closed, but I could imagine this rugged, muscular man holding my penis in one hand and my
scrotum in the other, his nimble tongue swirling like a snake around my penis. I didn't need to open my eyes because
it was all real, but I couldn't bear not to witness this scene, so I looked up
at him. His short, stiff hair obscured his face, the strands occasionally brushing against my lower abdomen. I gently
pinched his earlobe and rubbed his hair. This handsome man pressed his face against my lower body,
sending waves of tingling pleasure through me. He got tired after a short while, which didn't disappoint or surprise me.
After all, performing oral sex on a same-sex partner was too strange for a straight man. Although he was interested in playing around, he wasn't exactly into
it.
So, I tactfully switched places with him. When we switched, I noticed his expression was a bit serious. I asked him, "What's
wrong? Don't want to play anymore?" He said, "This is my first time giving a guy oral sex!" I smiled, wanting to say, "It
's my first time too." But I didn't. Although I didn't want to confront him directly—because it was pointless—I
really didn't want to lie to him. So, I pretended to be casual and said, "It's pretty exciting, haha." His next reaction made
me feel incredibly comfortable and at ease. His expression immediately relaxed, and that playful grin returned to him
. He said, "Keep going! We're going to both cum today!" I didn't expect him to say that. I really wanted to kiss him then
, with that kind of approving kiss between lovers, but I stopped myself again.
So everyone relaxed. While sucking his penis, I asked him, "How long has it been since you last had sex?" He
rested his hands behind his head, looking out the skylight, and said, "About a week." I asked, "What do you do normally?" He said, "
I masturbate, twice a day! But I haven't been doing it much lately." I said, "Why?" He replied, "
I've been going to the gym more often lately, so I need to conserve some energy." We both laughed. I sped up my sucking,
and his penis was completely erect and hard in my mouth. The glans made a popping sound as it slipped out of my mouth.
He seemed to enjoy that sound, a slight smile playing on his lips as he closed his eyes.
I focused on giving him oral sex, hoping he could experience
the difference between sex between men, or rather, between brothers and having sex with a woman. This difference didn't bring strangeness or disgust, but rather a deeper level of honesty and enjoyment.
I think he understood this as he closed his eyes. Indeed, men understand each other's needs for
comfort and communication, and they understand each other's erogenous zones and sources of pleasure. Also, since they are both
men, there are no reservations or shyness; everything proceeds openly and honestly, with only
sexual pleasure present. I felt his body twitching, a series of irregular spasms. I thought he was about to ejaculate; my
heart suddenly raced, and I felt like I could barely control my breathing.
Suddenly, he pushed my head away, gasping for breath. I looked at him, and he said, "Isn't this a bad idea?"
He didn't continue, and I asked, "You mean you almost ejaculated in my mouth?" He nodded seriously
. I said, "Don't you want to come?" He said, "Yes." I said, "Then let's not worry about it anymore, I don't care, let's
have fun together." He looked a little embarrassed. I knew I was in control this time, since he wasn't
gay, so it was normal for him to feel this way. I had to give him space and room. So I said to him, "
I'm so uncomfortable, I want you to make me come!" Obviously, my words gave him an out,
and the embarrassment just disappeared.
He said, "Hmm!" My glans had already produced quite a bit of fluid, so it didn't take long for his palm to become completely
wet, making it feel even better when he made me come. His strong arms brought super-fast
stroking, for a long time. Several times I wanted him to rest, but he didn't seem to be tired, so
I selfishly enjoyed it myself. His hand gripped my big cock and stroked it really fast, each
stroke was thorough, his thumb pressed on my glans and the frenulum of my penis, his four fingers swirling and sliding across my penis shaft,
I felt a tingling pleasure, like an electric shock, spreading from my perineum to my limbs. The climax was approaching, and I began to
moan softly. He knew I was about to ejaculate, so he licked my nipple with his tongue and gently bit it with his teeth, just
a few times! Each bite sent a jolt of electricity through my nipple, like being pricked by needles, and this stinging sensation
connected perfectly with the pleasure surging from my genitals. My mind went blank for a moment, every pore on my body felt open, and
my abdominal muscles began to convulse violently. I grabbed his head tightly, and a stream of hot semen spurted out,
spraying onto his hair and my chin several times. Soon, a tingling sensation
spread through my body like a receding tide, and I felt as if I were floating in the air, without any contact with anything… I came to my senses, and
he grinned foolishly at me, saying, “You’re amazing! You sprayed so much!” I took some tissues from the glove compartment and wiped his hair.
He cursed, "Damn it! You got it in my hair! It's disgusting!!" I laughed and said, "Just consider it conditioner."
He laughed loudly too, "You're having a blast, aren't you? My hand is about to break!" I felt a little touched at that moment, so
I said, "It's your turn." He lay down as if on cue, then started stroking his penis. I said, "You do it yourself?"
He said, "I want you to do it on top." I knew he also liked having his nipples licked, so I gently
bit his nipples a few times, and he immediately got into it. I asked him, "Really don't want me to give you oral sex?" He said
, "Never mind," and I was a little disappointed. But then he said, "You can suck it when I call you later," and I said okay. But I didn't care
what he said. I kissed down and took his testicles into my mouth. I opened my mouth as wide as possible, taking his full scrotum into
my mouth, using my heat to bring him to climax faster.
His breathing became faster and faster with the stroking of his hand, and sometimes he would make "uh-huh" sounds. I really
wanted him to rape my anus. I went back up and gently bit his nipple, switching between the two. He said, "
So good! I like it!" I hummed in response and sucked on his nipple with all my might. One hand frantically
pressed and stroked the hard muscles of his abdomen, while the other roughly pinched his other nipple. Finally,
he let out a mesmerizing moan, then quickly said, "Hurry up, I'm coming." I
understood what he meant and immediately took the glans that was sticking out of his hand into my mouth, my lips tightly gripping it
as he stroked it up and down.
Within seconds, a powerful gush of semen shot into the top of my mouth, the hot, thick semen instantly
covering my tongue and the area around my mouth! Then came several more powerful spurts! Each one was accompanied
by his extremely deep, wild moans! Every spurt of semen made me feel the temperature deep within his body
! That burning sensation! That powerful impact! After seven or eight thrusts, my mouth was full of
his semen! I held his penis tightly, afraid it would spill. He was panting heavily,
mumbling something incoherently. I knew this was his peak pleasure, so I slowly slid my mouth up and down his penis
, my tongue massaging the glans in the mixture of semen and saliva. His body
twitched slightly, indicating the pleasure was slowly fading. I carefully released his penis, which lay lazily on
his lower abdomen.
My mouth was full of semen, and I struggled with whether to swallow it, but I decided against it.
First, I didn't like swallowing semen, and second, I didn't want him to be afraid of me. So I took out a tissue and spat it onto it
. His semen was thick and very white; I knew he was a very healthy, energetic
man who had been accumulating for quite some time. I used a lot of tissues to prevent the semen from spilling
onto the seat. He looked at me with a dazed expression, and I felt a little embarrassed. It was the first time in my life I'd ever helped someone
catch semen with my mouth. Pretending not to care, I frowned, spat it all out, and said, "So much!" He
said in a deep voice, "So good." Hearing that made me really happy. I smiled and said, "Me too, let's enjoy
it together."
The weather was cool that day; I remember it was almost late autumn. The car windows were all fogged up. We lay in the car
resting, chatting and casually drawing on the windows with our fingers. I thought
everything would become awkward, or like all similar sexual encounters between gay and straight men, there would be silence and slow
estrangement. But we chatted naturally. He asked me how good he was, and I said he was really good. I asked
him, "Am I good too?" He cheerfully said, "Yeah!" I opened the window a little, and a wisp of cool
air drifted in. We took a deep breath, and then he suddenly said, "I'm so hungry!" His words suddenly made me
feel hungry. I said, "Let's go get some late-night snacks." He said, "Let's go!"
[The End]

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