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Jerking Off My Queer Straight Boyfriend
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Posted on: 01 May 1999
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by Tarbaby54@yahoo.com We all really like labels, especially those of us who are often labeled. The fact is however, that labeling is a way to control behavior, or to organize our expectations based on type of behavior according to our perception of the label. "Gay," "straight," even "bisexual" are categories that have been constructed to control the behavior of people who really need to be free to live on their own personal sexuality continuum. We do this because often we ourselves need and want to control our own behavior, though we are loath to admit it. People, who are healthy, have a natural sexual curiosity. My boyfriend, who I have written about before (with his permission), started this whole thing with me with the words, "Put your finger in my ass" while I was sucking his dick for the first time. When we were talking about this later, he told me that he always was curious about what it felt like to get fucked. That's how we started doing the flip-flop. I say that he is "straight," only because that is how he sees himself, in that according to him, he doesn't want to fuck around with any other men but me, and because he and his wife enjoy a good sex life together (although he says that I am a better cocksucker). I say that he is "queer, " only because "straight" men do not do (at least they don't admit to doing or fantasizing about) the stuff that we do together with such abandon. Once he told me that he hated jacking off, thought that it was something to be done in lieu of a "normal" sex life, like an adolescent without a girlfriend. I argued with him, maintaining the position that j/o was part of a "normal" sex life irregardless of how much sex someone was having with others. Indeed, I said that j/o was fun as an activity that two people could do together in many different forms. While we were having this discussion, I noticed that he had begun to adjust his cock and balls in his pants. This is actually his signal, his sign, his come-on to me. He knows that I think that this is a very sexy gesture- I love it when a man scratches his balls or whatever, especially unconsciously in public. It gets my juices flowing. He has a problem in that he has a big, fat, uncut dick with a considerable overhang. As soon as his dick gets hard, he starts leaking like a faucet (he is really sexual and sensual) making his dick a real cheese factory. It doesn't matter whether he just took a bath or not, in an hour or two, especially if he wants to fuck, his cock, having stood up and calmed down a few times, begins to smell like a man's cock. I love it. Sometimes when he is in this state, he likes to move his dick from its downward position in his jockeys, to a sidewards one, which puts his dickhead at waist level on the side. If he hung keys from his belt, they would bounce on it. So, he pretends that he has an itch to one side or the other and begins simulating scratching, but I know that he is moving his overhang around his creamy, wet cockhead. He hadn't gotten to that point yet, he was just adjusting to the increasing volume of blood filling up his pole. So I suggested that we might try a little j/o together, that we might watch each other jerk off and/or jerk each other off, and I said that he would really enjoy it. He said, "Well, you haven't been wrong about any of this stuff yet. OK." So I said, "Why don't you show me what you do when you beat your meat?" He immediately got up, shucked his pants and shorts, lay down on the bed and started whacking away. "No wonder he hates jerking off," I thought. "Stop," I said. "Let's do rapport." Rapport is a technique that I learned in training. It is when two people mirror each others movements and gestures. It is different than "follow the leader" in that both people are in a sense followers, each adapting to the changes in the other. It is great to do in mutual j/o and 69. Try it. Anyway, I took off my clothes and lay down next to him on the bed, my body exactly mirroring the position of his. I started to cup my balls and watch as my cock began snaking up to my navel. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he was not only doing the same thing, but that he was watching me too out of the corner of his eye. In rapport, it is important that both partners be leaders as well as followers, so i decided to try a bold move: I raised my head up a little bit and spit on his cockshaft. I thought that he could belt me or not, but was pleasantly surprised when he immediately did the same, albeit with an odd look on his face. Then I began sliding the palm of my hand slowly up and down the underside of my cockshaft making small circular motions on my dickhead. He did the same, except that he uncovered his wet cockhead and that is when I broke rapport. I reached over and slipped his head back into its slick hood. Men who have uncut dicks generally have very sensitive cockheads and if you don't want them to cum quickly, it's better to leave that baby covered as long as you can, or cover and uncover it at intervals. For now, I wanted my cheese factory covered. I said, "Stand up." He stood up and his cock stood out from his crotch at about a 90 degree angle. "Good," I thought, "we still have a ways to go." If there's one thing I know well, it's the degrees of excitement of my man's dick. I positioned his legs so that they were wide apart and then I lay down between them. He then squatted down so that his asshole was close to my mouth. I began tonguing his asshole tentatively with light fluttering tongue action and with my hands, began kneading his lowhangers. For his part, he continued to do with me what I was doing with myself on the bed. He, with one hand, kneaded my balls and with the other, began fingering my asshole. Sometimes he would lean over, spit on my dick and gently stroke it. He put his index and middle fingers in his mouth to wet them and stuck them up my ass. I knew where he thought that this was going so I said, "Calm down." He chuckled and noted, "Look at your dick." I did and saw that it was quivering and starting its own ooze dribble and that my balls had drawn up, the skin on them textured like a football. He got tired of squatting, so he stood up and put his hands on his hips and appeared to be searching for something. I continued to lay on the floor while h went to the place near the bed where I keep my assortment of oils, creams and lubricants. A lot of the sex time that we spend together is spent giving each other massages. It is one of the things that I love about him: his almost total sensuality in everything. He likes it when his senses are aroused: spicy food, graphic movies, loud music, massage, sex.... We do massage about twice a week and would do it more, but it isn't beneficial. So, to have something to do everyday (he comes by at least twice a day-sometimes more often. He is my neighbor.), One day we do feet and legs, another- backs, chests and arms, another- heads and faces. Anyway, I have a varied selection of creams and oils for this, as well as lubricants for fucking. I'd like to get to the point where I can take him on spit alone, but his dick is like a log wedge: fatter at the base than at the head. At about a fat 21 cm long, I need daily fucking for three months before I can do that. Think of a long, wedge shaped beer can. That's what his dick is like. Anyway, he brought the fancy gel shit that I had bought when we went to our town's only sex shop and the baby oil, squeezed some of both in his palms and after rubbing them together for a while to heat them up, began to smear the mess all over my shaved crotch, balls and dick. He continued this smearing action, getting me wet and slick. From time to time he'd stick a couple of fingers up my ass and vibrate them, making my asshole twitch, itch and grip. For my part, I was so overcome that all I was able to do was slide his abundant skin around and along his hard shaft. I pulled him down on the floor again so that he was in a doggie style fuck position. I began to lick his asshole again, knead his balls and squeeze the precum out of his sheathed cockhead. It was gathering and dripping in one, long, snotty stream. Taking aim, it began to drip into my navel making a small cooling lake. We both got fascinated and were watching with interest when suddenly he pushed backwards and started to grind his asshole in my face, pushing so that it would open. So I stuck my tongue inside. He moaned and I could feel his dick stiffen. I let go, but continued to rim him while kneading his balls. He took my hands and cupped them and began so slide his dick in them in a fucking motion so I took them away, and to express his dismay pushed his asshole still harder back in my face and farted. We both started laughing and ended up rolling around on the floor. Round one. I got up and got a blanket and put it on the floor since I could see that this was going to be a floor session. In this country it is customary to have these huge feather pillows about 3/4 m square, not at all like the small rectangular deals in the States. When you lie down on one, it goes to the upper part of your back at least depending on how big you are. He put one on the floor and made me lie down on it, then facing me, straddled my shoulders, his dick dripping down on my chin. He leaned back and gripped my dick in his hands and asked, "Want it?" I replied, "Not yet. I want to play some more." "That's what I mean. Show me what you can do. I'll do the same. I like this game." At these words he started moving his hips from side to side. dragging his still covered cockhead all over my chin, lips-even the tip of my nose, using his overhang as a paintbrush, smearing his precum all around. It was all I could do from slipping that lollipop into my mouth, but as I wanted this to be a j/o session, I controlled myself. Indulging myself a bit. I stuck my tongue into his overhang and licked a bit of the juice that was oozing out. He seemed to think that he knew where this was going so he moved back so that he was sitting between my legs, pulled me up and laid a lip lock on me. He has got full lips like Mick Jagger's and sometimes I feel that they completely cover my mouth. Besides that, he is a great kiss artist and his tongue is like a mouth detective, searching out clues that turn switches on to mysteries in my prostate. As he was doing this, he put my cockhead inside of his wet, creamy sheath of cock cover, and slid it down over my cock head too. The sensation defies description. It was at once hot, wet, creamy and hard. He kept kissing me and sliding that skin around, his precum mixing with the lubricant that we had used and my own precum and I could feel the stuff begin to slide down my cockshaft. I began to swirl my cockhead around his, especially on the underside, where he is very sensitive. Then after a while, we began to do an adapted "Princeton rub." He grabbed both our cocks in his hand, and holding mine still, slid his up and down, covering and uncovering his cock head so that more precum would slicken the road. Gathering momentum, he started fucking up and down and besides the increased moisture, the temperature started to rise. I let him have his way, let him control both the action and the pace, confident that he would try to hold off as long as possible. He had that "I'm having a great time" look in his eye: the same look that he gets when he is fucking me for an hour, right after he has drunk that special tea that he makes when he wants to fuck for a long time without coming or having shot a load up my aching butt, leaves that deadly weapon called his cock up my ass and without losing his erection, commences again. Once, he fucked me for four hours like that. He always let's me know though, sort of like "forewarned is forearmed." He says simply, "I drank some tea" and it means, "Forget the phone, Internet, students, whatever you have cooking on the stove, forget walking without a constant reminder that I was up your ass for a couple of days. I'm going to fuck you senseless as many times as it will take for me to see my scum come out of your nose." He had that kind of look on his face. Woof! He went for the vaseline this time, got a big gob, held our dicks together and greased us up. Then, as if there were 1,000 fingers on his two hands, he started rubbing, tickling, stroking and as if that wasn't enough, used our two dicks as beating sticks or Muhammed Ali and Joe Foreman slapping each other around. At one point, he pulled his feet up and rubbed them all over my dick and balls. He knew that I would especially love this as I am a dedicated worshipper of his beautiful feet. Usually during sex, I lick them and suck his toes. I pay extra attention to his twice weekly foot massage, and truly, I look forward to this more than any other. When we are just hanging out, he will sometimes put his feet up in my lap so that I can rub them or kiss them and I always have a pair of his dirty socks around for those times when he is not. He has lately taken to wearing one pair of socks for three or four days so that I will always have a fresh, fragrant pair. It's one of his ways of being sweet and romantic. His feet are quite soft and fleshy without crusty skin or callous and he made a tunnel with his soles so that I could slide my dick in and out of it. He pushed me back and leaning back, used his toes in much the way that he had used his hands, in a various and constantly changing array of strokes, rubs and tickles sending electric pulsations into my balls, along my cockshaft right into my prostate. He had a shit eating grin on his face because I was squirming around in much the same way as he when I am slobbering around his dick and balls. It was like "turn about is fair play," and he was glad to be giving me so mush pleasure in such a different than usual way. I was in heaven and he knew it. He pulled me up to my feet and held my arms to my side. Having done that, he fucked between my legs, stood up on tip toes and did a traditional "Princeton rub" of his rock hard cock on my stomach. He turned me around bent me over and slid his slick dick in the crack of my ass and rubbed up and down it really quickly like a rabbit, then pulling away, repositioning himself, rubbed the other side of his dick down and up my ass crack very slowly and on the down stroke, stopping by my asshole for a second, ticking it with his dickhead. There was a moment that we both sensed that this could go beyond masturbation ( I could feel that he wanted to plug me), so he turned me around and looked me dead in the eye and silently asked the question. I shook my head "no." I try to never say "no" to him in sex matters and hated doing it now, but I knew that by doing so, I would not only increase our mutual sexual pleasure, but also expand our sex repertoire a bit. So he gave me a "What now? I want to cum!" look and with it, the lead. Round two. His cock was about 140 degrees to the floor and so I knew that I had to take matters into my own hands so to speak. I knelt down in front of him, skinned him back and blew a jet of air on his cockhead. He moaned. We both wanted me to suck it, but there was an unspoken agreement between us that this was going to be "manual labor." After I saw that he had clamed down a bit I decided to just jerk him off. Nothing fancy or exotic. No frills. No bells or whistles. Why not? Well, I wanted to turn this guy, my sweetheart, my light and life, I wanted to turn this guy on to the joys of jacking off. I figured that it wouldn't hurt him at all to love himself more, and I didn't want him to get the idea that this was just for us, I wanted it to be for him too. So I suggested that we do rapport again and that everything that I would do to him, he would do to me. We lay down on the bed in a 69 position, each having access to the other's jewels and I got a healthy handful of the fancy gel lube shit (it was cool) and holding it in my hand, put my hand on his unskinned cockhead. He sighed and visibly relaxed. Needless-to-say, he, being in rapport, did the same to me. I slowly slid my hand down his shaft with a light pressure, enjoying the sensation of the cool gel lubing his hot cock. I kept his cockhead uncovered and palmed it, swirling lube and precum all over it. Feeling his cock get harder, l opened one hand and let his still hardening cock press back on my open palm and with the other, I let my fingertips be a rake, and I scratched up and down the other side-sometimes fast-sometimes slowly. Still holding his dick with one hand, I covered his dickhead and stuck the tip of my index finger of the other hand into the space between his foreskin and his dickhead and massaged the underside of his cockhead. You know where: that spot between the head and the shaft. It seemed to get a lot wetter all of a sudden and I was afraid that he had cum, but he had not. He was just in such a state of excitement that he was dribbling constantly. I decided to turn my (and his) attention to his balls. They had pulled up tight and so, I took them in my hand and pulled them down. I let his cock go and really pulled. Making an "o" with the thumb and index fingers of my left hand, I trapped the part of his sack that I had managed to loosen like it was in a cock ring. His dick had gotten so hard by this point that the head was poking out of his overhang. The head, usually swarthy, became purplish and his dripping pisshole was gaping open like a slack mouth on an unconscious drunk. With the other hand I started a slow up and down movement on his whole cock while pulling down on his balls with the other. As his dick usually points upwards when fully aroused, you can imagine the amount of pressure that I had to use to keep that weighty monster cock pointing straight up. He was doing more or less the same to me but his strokes on my cock were getting faster and faster. This man wanted to cum. Still, I wanted to stretch it out. I wanted his balls to really ache when he finally shot his wad, so I upped the pressure on them. This really turned him on, because he started to squirm and wiggle his hips around and he was trying to fuck my fist. I didn't want him to do this. I was determined to jerk this man off myself. So I clenched the hand that was stroking his dick so hard that he couldn't move his dick around. He got the message and let me have my way again. I began the slow up and down movement again, slow and steady but increasing the pressure. His overhang was covering and uncovering his cockhead on its own, and if you have an uncut dick, you know how wonderful this feels, like a combination of a butterfly and a lapping tongue. His strokes on my dick were even getting faster and I didn't stop him. He needed some release and I am not a sadist. BUT I kept up the slow steady stroke. I knew that when he shot, it would be like a geyser. He let out a huge gust of air from his lungs. Not like a sigh at all, but more like a valve releasing. He stuck a finger up my ass pushed my balls up against my body and began beating me in earnest. It had the desired effect. I shot my scum all over my chest. As it began to run down, I changed my tactic with his dick. One-two-three quick strokes, then a hard slam down to his balls, on which I was still keeping up a steady pressure. Even so, after about four times, they pulled up even harder against my hand. He had let go of my cock after I shot and held his arms stiffly against his sides. He was alternately watching me and his cock, as though he was willing it to shoot, but since I was doing the jerking....One-two-three-slam. One-tow-three-slam. Twice again and he sort of whimpered. I pulled on his balls and he shot about a meter into the air. Then I started jerking him in earnest. He tried to hold my hand (his cock is very sensitive) but was too far gone to restrain me effectively. He shot three or four more times: long, ropey, goopy gobs of male milk. I held his cock loosely in my hand and it twitched and quivered for about three minutes before it began to deflate. Round three. A draw.
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