THE SEDUCTION OF
A STRAIGHT MAN
SERIES #1, 2, 3, 4, 5
by
John Lucke
The Seduction of a Straight Man:
10 Novellete Series
The Bet #1
Mike the Bouncer #2
Sex Buddies #3
Three is Never a Crowd #4
Hard Times #5
Coming real soon
Desiring Mike’s Package #6
Cock-eyed #7
Also check out John Lucke’s brand new series
The Bareback Boys Club for Men Series
Bareback Boys
Bareback Boys (Volume One)
The Seduction of an American
Straight Man
Born in the U.S.A. (Book one)
Red, White, and Blue Balls (Book Two)
American Badass (Book Three)
The Seduction of a Straight Man:
Published by John Lucke
Copyright © 2011 by John Lucke
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Dedication
To all the gay men who long for love and delight.
The Bet
In my years of being a lifeguard, one thing was for sure; both sexes hit on me with regularity. I had always been extremely open-minded and appreciated a nice compliment no matter what genitalia it came from.
I am 6’4, and I weigh a solid 200 pounds. I have blond hair and blue eyes. I have been told that I have an exceptionally nice body. Mainly due to the fact I have chiseled abs, and I’m packing nine and a half inches.
I’ve been told by my closest friends that I am extremely oversexed. That often humors me because I never seem to have enough sex to suit my needs. If you can’t already tell, I’m a straight man. Or at least up to this point in my life I thought I was.
That doesn’t mean I haven’t appreciated another pleasant looking fellow in my day. As a matter of fact, I usually buy men fitness magazines just so I can look at what my competition is. I often stare at other men’s bodies in ‘awe’ and hope that I can maintain my fitness level in comparison to the guys in the magazines.
I say all of this as a preface to the very true story that I am about to tell all of you.
I have never thought about a man in the sexual sense before any of what you are about to learn about happened. I understood that there were homosexuals and gay men who seemed to enjoy having sex with another. I never took into account that this could be a world I’m might be interested in. At least, I hadn’t before the night I went to dinner with three of my closest friends in the world.
Mark, Henry and Susan are three of the dearest friends I have. We were eating dinner at a pretty ‘posh’ restaurant, and the subject of same-sex marriage came up.
Mark, an exceptionally good looking Scottish friend of mine, said to the table, “I think it’s not what God intended, that’s all I have to say about the subject.”
I looked at Mark and was flabbergasted at his homophobia. Mark had been a tremendous friend of mine since grade school, and he and I had spent many nights together sleeping in the same bed. We had often showered in the same showers in college dorms. We would do this kind of thing without a care in the world. We are so close that we embrace each other with a warm hug when we meet.
So when this nonsense spouted out of his mouth about what God thought about gays, I was shocked. I had always found myself to be a pretty liberal guy and extremely open minded. I had very little patience with anyone who had bigoted points of view, even someone who was a dear friend.
“So Mark,” I said. “How exactly is it that you have a direct line to God? The last time I checked you hadn’t been to church since the Clinton Administration.”
“You know I’m not religious, Jesse,” Mark answered. “I just know what’s right. I have seen the gay parades on television, and there are a lot of crazies out there.”
“Are you being serious?” I was flabbergasted. “Is what you see on television any different than what you would witness straight men do at a strip club on any given night? The only difference is their sexuality isn’t being blasted over the airwaves on the news.”
“It’s because it isn’t news. Straight guys going to a strip club and whistling and hollering are normal. Gay guys dressed like women jumping and dancing around a float isn’t exactly the norm.”
I stared at my friend in utter amazement at his stupidity.
Henry, my best friend in life, said to me. “Jesse, you seem pretty adamant about this subject. Let me ask you this question. Would you ever consider being with a man?”
“Where did that come from?” I asked. I took a sip of my wine, and I guess I needed something stronger if this conversation continues to go in the direction it was going in.
“You know. I’m all about the ladies, Henry,” I said. “Just because I prefer women doesn’t mean I get the right to be hateful to another portion of society.
“Jesse is open minded, but wouldn’t be caught dead with a man,” Susan laughed. Susan, another close friend to all of us, had dark hair with brown eyes. I often told her that she looked like a pixie. She liked to pile on whenever one of us was getting the business from the other two. I guess this was my turn.
“I could handle being with a man,” I said emphatically. “I just haven’t ever done it.”
“You, Jesse Johnson, a life guard at the Huntington pier. A guy that has been with more women than every man in this restaurant combined is saying to all of us that he could easily be with a man?” Mark was beside himself. It was obvious that he felt I was full of shit.
“Not only could I be with a man,” I said. “I welcome the new experience. I have skydived and bungee-jumped, and I don’t see how this would be any different.”
“I feel a bet is now in order,” Mark laughed. Mark was particularly engaged in our little talk. I had called him out previously in the conversation, and now he wanted some payback.
My friends all loved laying down action. We often bet one another to do stupid things just to see if a person would make a fool of themselves. This was different, however. This involved another person being involved with other people. My mouth had gotten me into trouble with my friends before, but this was something extremely different on more levels than just one.
“So guys, what’s the wager?” I asked.
“It’s simple, Jesse,” Mark said. “We all know you’re the most honest man we know. So we know you couldn’t lie about it, even if you wanted to. Our bet is you can’t go through with sleeping with a man.”
“Define sleeping?” I asked. “What ‘base’ are we talking about here?” I asked, not sure I was going to go through with the bet.
“Homerun,” Susan answered.
“That’s a pretty intense bet,” I answered. “Considering the only man I have ever kissed is my grandpa.”
“Okay, we’ll give you third base,” Mark said. “But, you have to be the one delivering the third base action. Anyone can receive a blow job. Heck, I let just about anybody give me ‘head’ if they were down for it.”
“So, I just need to give another man a blow job?” I asked.
“Jesse, you’re going to lose the bet.” Henry was now a little beside himself. “There is no way you’re going to be able to handle polishing another man’s tool. Just say you can’t do it, and we all can enjoy dessert.”
What my friends knew is I never said ‘no’ to a challenge. Even one of this magnitude.
“I’m in,” I said.
All three of my friends stared at me with utter amazement.
“He’s in,” Susan said. “Our friend, Jesse, just accepted our bet to give another man a blow job.”
“What are the terms and what is the wager?” I asked, letting in the idea of another man’s junk being in my face.
“Five hundred bucks, to each of us,” Mark answered.
“That means once I do it, I win $1500?”
“That’s right,” Henry answered.
“I could use a new flat screen TV and new entertainment center,” I said. “Now what are the terms?”
“You have one week,” Henry said.
“One week? That’s it!” I didn’t like the time frame at all.
“Jesse, you could get into any girl’s pants in this restaurant by the end of the night, so giving you a week to get the nerve to wrap your mouth around another man’s tool shaft is more than enough time.”
I smiled at my friends. This bet was on as far as I was concerned. “Are there any other terms?” I asked.
“I have one big term,” Henry said. “You can’t ‘pay’ for it.”
“You think I’d pay another man to let me suck his penis?” I asked. That was pretty funny to me.
“All I’m saying is that will be too easy. You need to seduce another man. Meet him in a bar, bring him back to your apartment, and peel off his shorts, so you can wrap that pretty mouth around his man meat.” Henry was trying to get my goat by talking crude, but it wasn’t going to work.
“The guy needs to be pleasant looking and clean shaven. That’s my only criteria,” I said.
“Hey man, whatever gets you hard, Jesse.” Mark said. “I want to add one more rule to the bet.”
“Seriously? Another rule?” I asked.
“This is a crucial one. No transvestites, it’s too close to the real thing.”
“How do you know, Mark?” I asked.
“Just trust me when I tell that it is, and let’s just leave it at that.”
“Okay recap on rules,” I said to the table. “No Trannies, must be decent looking, I can’t pay for it, and lastly, this needs to be done by next Saturday.”
“Sounds good to me,” Susan said.
I looked at all my friends and knew I was going to go through with it. I had never done anything close to this in my life, but I also never bungee-jumped and I did that last week with no problem. “We’ll meet back here this time next week, and I’ll give a report.”
“I want all the gruesome details,” Mark laughed.
“I know you do,” I said. “I know you do.”
* * *
Now I had my work cut out for me. Where do I find another man to sleep with me, or do whatever we’re going to do? I have had zero gay experiences in my life. I hadn’t been weird about the idea, just had never thought about it. I was 23 years old, and had never considered once being with a man. Women just so easily to me, and it’s all I ever knew.
I was so busy trying to prove to my friends that I could win the bet, that I hadn’t even considered the fact that I was going to have to seduce another man.
Are men even desirable?
I mean I know it when a guy is good looking. I notice it when another man takes care of himself. I think when you’re like me, and working out and making sure that looking great is a necessity. Then you admire it when another man does it also. It’s a tremendous leap to go from that thought, to imagining a man sticking his cock in my mouth.
Is that all I admired when it came to a man? Was his physique? Could I get excited over another man’s hard cock?
The truth is I have never taken the time to think about it. Women have been throwing themselves at me ever since I was thirteen. I never even considered being with a man. This was no longer about consideration. This was something I had better followed through on, very quickly, inside of a week to be exact.
I decided I might want to go on the internet and look at some gay porn. I guess I could start there. At least I could see what it is about another’s man body that might turn me on.
When I got home, I stripped down naked and drank a glass of milk. I loved walking around my house naked. I loved having my cock out and massaging it whenever I wanted to. I was a pretty horny guy, and I certainly loved my own penis.
Could I be interested in another man’s penis? Would it even get me excited?
I decided to lie on my bed and start stroking my shaft. I absolutely loved how thick base of my cock was. I had a beautifully cut head. I often wondered if other men’s penis were this pretty.
I had a full body mirror on my door. I glanced over at it and got a wild idea. I went over and took the mirror off the door and grabbed a chair from my desk. I propped the mirror up against the chair, so I could see my body as I masturbated on my bed. I went back to my prime jerk off spot on my bed and made myself more comfortable. I looked across the bed and stared at my chiseled body. I often enjoyed looking at myself in the mirror, but I never had done anything like this. My dick was semi hard. So I decided to stroke it to get it rock hard. I decided that I wouldn’t think about anything else, or anyone else. I decided to look at my own cock in the mirror and enjoy my own shaft for what it was, a nice, strong, healthy cock.
Then a strange sensation came over me. My own cock was turning me on. I watched it as it grew hard in my hand. It was 9 ½ inches, and I’ve been told on more than one occasion, that it’s the biggest cock the person had ever seen. Well, it’s the only cock I have ever seen, at least in person.
I stroked my dick with my right hand. I was in my mid-twenties, and I had been jerking off since I was twelve. I knew my dick better than I knew my own emotions. My dick and I were unusually close, but I had never seen it at this angle. I positively adored my own cock. I stroked it and massaged it.
Damn! It felt terrific.
I was turning on myself by stroking my own cock. What a brilliant concept! I had to admit this act was pretty Narcissistic.
As I continued to stroke, I looked at the shape of my own dick in the mirror. I focused my attention around my balls. As I tilted my body up, I stared at my round ass.
Holy shit! I’m about to cum!
I felt the ecstasy of my own touched around the thick head of my penis. Damn, I especially knew how to make myself cum. Way more than a woman ever could. Then it hit me. I know how to pleasure myself because I have a cock. It is my equipment.
Maybe that is why having sex with a man is so great? He knows exactly what to do. Just the thought of that excited me more. Imagine someone knowing exactly how to please me! I loved it.
I stroked harder and more intensely. I was about to cum all over my sheets, and I knew it was going to be a nice size load because it had been coupled days since I lost came.
Then I felt the pre-climax.
Damn it felt sensational. Holy shit! It felt insane!
I came all over my sheets, and as I did I focused on my cock. I enjoyed what my cock looked like as it came.
I finished and rolled over looking at my computer screen.
Who needs gay porn? I just gave myself a performance of a lifetime.
Yeah, I can be pretty Narcissistic.
* * *
Unfortunately, I had allowed a few days go by without even considering following through on ‘the bet’. The truth was I thought about the bet night and day and, for the first time in my life, I was scared about hooking up with someone.
It was Thursday night, and I had a couple of days to complete the task of my bet. I was a little confused on how to go about it. Getting with girls took no effort. I had to do a ‘plan of attack’ to find the right kind of guy to be with.
I went on the internet and looked up some local gay bars in the city. In the next city south, from where I lived, was a bar called the ‘Frat House’. It was in Garden Grove, and I figure it was as fine of place to go to as any.
It was around 10:00 pm at night and I took a shower and got dressed.
How do gay guy’s dress?
I had always heard that gay guys were immaculate dressers, so I knew I better at least match my outfit. I don’t want to be the dork at the end of the bar wearing stripes with plaid.
I put on a black button down shirt and wore a pair of faded blue jeans. It was one of my ‘go to’ outfits whenever I wanted to look hot. I figured if this look attracted the ladies. Then it must be a decent look to get men interested in me also.
I got into my white mustang and headed to the bar. As I pulled into the parking lot, I had to admit, I was nervous.
Holy crap! I had butterflies!
I stepped out of my car. I noticed a couple of guys already walking in. They were short and had brown hair, and neither one of them seemed too appealing.
I walked up to the door, and there was a pretty built guy at the door. His eyes lit up as I walked around the corner.
“Hey man, how’s it going?” he said.
“Pretty good,” I said. This guy seemed real cool. It was what I needed to get my nerves under control.
“I haven’t seen you here before?” he said. “My name is Mike.” He took out his hand, and I shook it. “You have an I.D?”
“Yes, Mike, I do.” I pulled out my wallet, and handed him my driver’s license, and he looked it over.
“Okay, Jesse,” he said. “Looks as if you’re over the age of 21.”
“I have been for a couple of years now.”
“What else are you well over the age of you doing?” Mike teased.
I laughed. “I don’t know,” I said. “I guess I can vote for President.”
“I bet you can.” Mike was now looking at me in a way I never had a straight man look at me. Then it hit me. I assumed Mike was straight because he was a bouncer. Of course, he wasn’t. Why would a straight guy work at a Gay bar? Mike was a real muscular guy. He probably weighed 215 and was built like a linebacker for a college football team. Not someone that I wanted to peel back his underwear and suck his cock. If I would be sucking a man’s cock tonight, I wanted to make sure I was the dominant one. Mike would clearly make me his bitch in no time.
I smiled at Mike. “So are there a lot of guys inside?”
“No one in your league,” Mike winked at me. “When you’re tired of seeing what cat drug in, you can come home with me.”
“I don’t see that happening, big guy,” I said.
Mike looked insulted. “Why not? I’m not your type? I’m usually everyone’s type.”
“Maybe so,” I looked at Mike. He had short, slick-back dark-brown hair. He was undeniably handsome. He must have both sexes fighting over themselves to get a crack at him. “You’re very good looking, Mike. I’m just new in town. I need to put my feelers out there.”
“Well, Jesse. You can ‘feel’ me all you want. And if you want someone to suck your dick and lick your ass better than anything you ever felt. Then give me a call. I’m off tomorrow night.”
Mike handed me his card. I looked at it. It read, ‘Mike Jones, Security Detail. Private and Business Services.”
“Private, huh?” I said.
“As private as you want me to be.” Mike gave me a stare that went through me. Then something weird happened. His testosterone driven advances gave me an erection. Mike looked down at my crotch and said, “I knew you liked me.”
Wow, that was pretty hot! Huh? I just got turned on being talked dirty to by a bouncer?
I walked inside the bar, and before I did I took one last look behind me and Mike was already flirting with the next guy in line. A part of me got jealous. The guy he was talking to was ugly.
What was I doing? Now I’m jealous?
I stepped into the bar, and it was a bit smoky. Not from cigarettes, by some smoke machine near the dance floor. They had a small dance floor with some loud DJ who seemed to be running a contest. The contest appeared to be winding down. It was a bunch of dudes dressed like chicks. What they were competing for? I had no idea, and I didn’t care to know.
I made my way over to the bar. There was an older guy serving up drinks that had a nice, pleasant face. He noticed me and immediately came over to the bar stool where I was sitting.
“Hey, buddy. What can I get you?” he asked, putting a napkin already in front of me.
“I like a vodka soda. Make it a double shot.”
“Do you want the good stuff? Or do you care?”
“Let’s go for the cheaper stuff, so I can order more than one,” I laughed.
“Sure thing, champ.” The bartender turned around and began making my drink. I relaxed in my chair and began to notice something happening around me. Almost every guy was staring in my direction. They were blatantly staring at me. They were all trying to catch a glimpse while they were engaged in their own conversations. There were a lot of young, good looking guys in this place.
I looked across the room and saw the fittest man I had ever seen in my life. He looked like a Chip’n Dale dancer. If they were casting Superman; he was the man for the part. He was incredibly good looking. I was almost mesmerized by how insanely handsome this gay man was. Well, I had the guy I wanted to at least take a shot at.
“Hey there,” a voice said, from the right of me.
I looked over, and it was some fifty-year old dude talking to me. He looked as if he seen his better years in a place like this. Don’t get me wrong, he was a handsome older gentleman. But he stood out like a sore thumb among all these younger guys.
“New to the scene,” he asked.
“What scene would that be?” I said as I waited for my drink.
“The one that your knee deep in,” he answered.
“Is it that obvious?” I laughed.
“I can spot the ‘newbies’ a mile away.” Then the guy looked me over with a creepy glare.
“I bet you can. You have the ‘I’m a veteran’ vibe.”
“I’m what these ‘twinks’ call a ‘troll’. They think all I do is sit back and take mental notes of all the young ass that comes in here, and pray that there’s a new guy who doesn’t know any better, so I can pounce on him and take him home and do unthinkable things to him.”
“Are they wrong?” I asked.
“No, that’s pretty much spot on,” the older gentleman laughed. “Let me buy you a drink.”
“Got one coming,” I said.
“Well, let me buy the next one.”
“I don’t think so, ‘Labrynth’.”
“It’s a troll. Not ‘Labrynth’. That is cute though. I like that. Well a hot piece of ass like you is always worth the shot, even if it’s one in the dark.”
“I appreciate the education, Kermit.”
“Troll, kid, it’s a troll.” He turned to the other direction.
I grinned, and the bartender put my drink in front of me.
“That will be seven bucks,” he said.
I handed the man nine dollars. “Keep it.”
I glanced over to the old guy next to me, and he had moved on to another person.
Thank God. Nice guy, but a tad on the creepy side.
Okay, my plan wasn’t to come in here and get drunk, but I did know I needed a little bit of ‘liquid courage’. The Superman looking guy just made eye contact with me. He caught that I was looking at him, and just nodded his head as if he knew he was the best looking guy in the place.
I loved a challenge, even if it would be at a gay bar. I downed my drink and decided to walk over to his general area.
The music was some techno beat, and whatever contest that was going on had ended. The area the Superman looking guy was in was crowded. I wasn’t sure on how to approach him, so I decided I couldn’t go wrong with being myself. It seemed to work well with girls.
I walked over to him and caught his eye. He looked at me and smiled, “Hey California,” he said.
“California?” I asked.
“You know, you have the whole blond hair and blue eyes thing going for you. Very California.” He smiled at me, and I had to admit he was extremely attractive.
“Well, can California buy you a drink?” I said.
“I don’t drink.”
“You don’t?” I was surprised. “Why not?”
“Because I lose control. One drink in me, and I’ll be giving you ‘head’ in the parking lot.”
Damn! That was forward!
“Good to know. You’re not into giving blowjobs?” I asked, over the music. I had to get close to him, so he could hear me. We were practically on top of each other talking.
“No, California, I love them. I love giving them, and I especially love receiving them from gorgeous blond guys.”
“Then I think you and need to go get a drink,” I said. This approach worked with girls, and I might as well try it on Superman.
“Damn, you’re ambitious. I like that. Why don’t you come out here and dance with me first?”
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Reggie.” Then Reggie took my hand and took me out to the dance floor. He grabbed me from around my waist and pressed me close to him. I could feel his erection through his black jeans.
I liked knowing he was turned on. That’s one thing about men. You can’t hide a boner.
Then a slower song played. Reggie was a couple inches shorter than me. I’m 6’4, so Reggie was still a tall, lean man.
He was staring at me, and my heart was racing. I had never been this close to a man. My nerves were all over the map, but there was something I couldn’t deny. The sexual tension excited me, and my sturdy cock was erected also.
We were staring at one another other in the face. Reggie’s lips were nice for a man. As a matter of fact, Reggie was the male equivalent to a female super model. I looked around the dance floor, and there were a lot of men out there couple up, sexing and grinding to the music. There was a sexual energy in the bar that I had never felt before. It was absolute sexual excitement.
Reggie moved in close to my face. I could smell his breath. His breath smelled minty. He leaned in and nibbled on my lip. I let him do it. I had never kissed a man before, and I could feel my heart racing.
I looked back at him, and said, “Fuck it!”
I grabbed the back of his head and brought his face closer to mine and kissed him deeply. Our tongues touched. It was tremendously exciting. The first thing that blew my mind, about kissing a guy, was it was remarkably similar to kissing a girl. I had always imagined two men kissing being rough and barbaric. But it wasn’t. It was sensual and extremely erotic.
“I want you, California,” Reggie said. “I want you bad!”
We continued to kiss on the dance floor with our bodies tightly pressed up against one another.
This was hot! So much hotter than I ever thought it could be!
* * *
Reggie and I stumbled out of the bar about a half hour later. I passed Mike on the way out. He saw that I had landed the hottest guy in the bar and just grinned.
“Be careful, Jesse,” Mike said, as Reggie and I hurried over to my white Mustang. We both hopped in my car.
“Where do you live California?” Reggie asked.
“In Huntington Beach,” I said.
“Screw that! Let’s head over to my house.”
“House? You live in a house? How old are you?”
“Twenty-seven,” he answered.
“Damn, you’re an old man,” I said.
“Fuck you, California. For that, you have to suck my dick first.”
That was the plan from the start.
“Don’t get me wrong,” I said. You look like a million bucks.”
“Just a million,” Reggie sounded genuinely insulted.
I laughed. “Okay, make it a trillion.”
“A trillion? That’s better. Now you’re back on my good side.” Reggie guided me to his two story house over off a Beach Boulevard.
I pulled into his driveway, and I couldn’t believe what I was about to embark on. I was about to do God knows what with a dude. The crazy part about it was I wasn’t scared. I was extremely excited.
Every once in awhile, a person catches himself having ‘a moment’ right before something monumental happens. This was one of those moments for me. I knew I was never going to be the same after this night.
I kicked opened my car door and followed Reggie up to his giant yellow house.
He opened the door, and we both stumbled into his living room kissing. Reggie immediately grabbed my cock from the outside of my jeans.
Damn guys get down to business quick. There is no messing around.
Reggie and I laid on his couch kissing and heavy petting. Reggie unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock.
“Holy fuck! That’s huge!” he said. “I can’t wait to get my mouth around that big fat head.” I stood up while Reggie remained seated on the couch. He wrapped his firm lips around my dick. He sucked my cock with fervor I had never felt. He did his best to deep throat my enormous cock. He took my meat stick down his throat further than anyone ever had in my life.
Damn! It felt unbelievable! This was the best fucking blowjob I ever had!
He knew exactly what to do. He licked my shaft, massaged my balls. He went to work on my cock like a warrior.
“That feels so good!” I said.
“You like it, California,” Reggie said, in between sucking and licking my shaft.
My penis had never been so hard. I had never had anyone give my cock with so much attention. I loved every touch, every suck.
Then it happened. Reggie stood up and unzipped his pants. “Don’t be shy, California, I want that pretty face of your all up on my cock.”
I looked down. Reggie’s cock was out, and as hard as my cock was. It was pretty solid in its own right. He was pushing nine inches himself.
“That’s a healthy looking cock,” I said.
“You like it?”
I didn’t answer because I wasn’t sure what I thought of it. I looked at Reggie and just froze up.
“What’s wrong, California?”
“Nothing,” I said. Again, I looked at his dick. I hadn’t even touched it with my hand yet. I was now scared to death. It was like being thrown into the deep end of a pool and not even sure you knew how to swim.
I took my right hand and slowly put my palm around his cock. It felt unusual touching a penis that wasn’t attached to me.
“Why are you acting as if this is the first time you ever done this before?” Reggie asked.
I smiled.
“What? Are you kidding me?” Reggie laughed.
“Nope,” I said. “This is my very first touching another’s man penis.”
“If this night couldn’t get any hotter,” Reggie said. “I’m with a virgin.”
“I’m not a virgin,” I said.
“You’re a man virgin and that’s the hottest kind,” Reggie laughed.
Reggie stood up, and I pushed my head towards his cock. At first, I resisted, but I eventually let him do it.
“Hold on,” I said. “Let me look at it.”
I stared down at his penis. It was a beautiful penis. It was thick and big with a nice looking head just like my own.
I took my right hand and began stroking his shaft. I certainly knew what to do with it. Hell, I knew what felt pleasurable. I began stroking it hard.
“That feels good, California. Just like that.”
I kept stroking it. I jerked his meat stick hard and thorough.
“Damn, California. I’m going to cum.”
“Already?” I asked.
“Yeah, keep stroking it.”
That’s what I did. I jerked him off for another minute.
“Damn! California! I’m cumming!”
I jerked Reggie’s cock as cum squirted out of it all over my shirt. Within seconds, he was done. He sat down and asked, “How was your first cock?”
“Interesting,” I said.
“So, do you want to cum?” Reggie asked me.
“I think I’m good.”
Reggie was silent for a moment and then said, “Well, thanks for coming over.”
That was it? Thanks for coming over?
I awkwardly got up and went to the door. Reggie didn’t even get up. “Be sure to lock it on your way out, California.”
I locked the door and made my way out to my car.
Now that was comedy. Reggie just treated me just as I had treated many girls in the past.
Touché, Reggie. Touché, indeed.
* * *