His Straight Buddy: A Story of Mutual Male Lust

by Roland Graeme

  “Aw, you do all right, too. You have your share of guys chasing after you.”

  “True,” Diego admitted, without modesty or shame.

  “Let me have some more wine. I’m in the mood to get good and drunk.”

  Diego plied his friend with wine. They talked some more. Eventually, though, Diego was ready to retire.

  “It’s bedtime,” he suggested. “You’d better start sleeping it off.”

  “I guess you’re right,” the somewhat intoxicated Santiago agreed, slurring his words. “I’ll take the couch,” he said, indicating the piece of furniture which he was in fact seated on.

  “You can sleep in the bedroom with me, you know,” Diego said.

  “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Santiago scoffed.

  Diego grinned. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m talking about literally ‘sleeping together.’ Sharing the bed. Nothing more. You know, two guys can bunk down together without having sex.”

  “Yeah? And when’s the last time you had a guy here overnight, without having sex with him?”

  Diego searched his memory. “I’m not sure. After all, most of my sleepover guests are—ah—tricks. Which just means you’re going to be the exception that proves the rule.”

  “The couch will be fine,” Santiago insisted.

  “You don’t trust me, huh?”

  “When it comes to sex, buddy—no, not as far as I could throw you!”

  “Well, if you’re determined not to sleep in the bedroom, with me—?” Diego asked, lightly and casually.

  “Sorry to disappoint you, dude,” Santiago said, with a grin.

  “Your loss. Then let’s get the couch ready for you.”

  From his linen closet, Diego fetched a clean flat sheet, which he and Santiago spread over the couch cushions. Diego took one of the two pillows from his own bed, and he let his guest have it. He added a warm blanket, and topped it with a spare quilted bedspread.

  “There you go,” he declared, with satisfaction, when the improvised bed was made up.

  “Looks comfy,” Santiago said. “I’ll be fine.”

  “If you get lonely during the night—you can always come and crawl in with me.”

  “Not likely.”

  “Well, the offer’s open. By the way, I always sleep in the nude,” Diego informed his guest. “If you want to borrow something to put on, though—?”

  “Thanks, but no thanks. I brought along a pair of sweatpants, in my bag. That’s what I usually wear to bed—when I sleep alone. It’s funny, my legs tend to get cold at night, even though the rest of me doesn’t.”

  “Well, we know you’re strange,” Diego taunted his buddy, who laughed.

  Unselfconsciously, Santiago stripped. From his duffel bag, he extracted a pair of sweatpants, which he pulled on, and his toothbrush.

  “Can I use your toothpaste and your mouthwash?” he asked Diego.

  “Of course. Help yourself to anything you need.”

  “Thanks.” Attired in the sweats, bare-chested and barefoot, and in Diego’s opinion looking extremely and tantalizingly sexy, Santiago stumbled clumsily into Diego’s bathroom. “Damn, I’m drunk!” he declared, happily.

  “You’ll survive.” In his bedroom, Diego also undressed. “You okay?” he then called out to his guest.

  “Fine,” Santiago responded.

  “Good.”

  Santiago turned out the lights in the living room, and he bedded down on the couch.

  Naked, Diego used the bathroom himself, and then he got comfortable in his bed.

  “Goodnight, asshole,” he called out, to Santiago.

  “Goodnight yourself, jerk,” Santiago responded.

  “Love you, man.”

  “Love you, too. But not in a gay way.”

  “No, that would require some balls, on your part,” Diego taunted his buddy. “Too bad you’ve got this obsession with pussy.”

  “I just like sex, that’s all. I go stir-crazy, when I don’t get it, regularly. Aw, fucking hell—I can’t help it—shit!” Santiago mumbled, groggily, as he settled down to sleep, on the couch, in the living room. “You frigging horny bastard,” he told Diego, affectionately. “You’re no better than me, you know, in your own way.”

  “I know. And I’m proud of it. Goodnight.”

  “Goodnight.”

  Diego lay there in his bed in the dark, relaxing, preparing himself to drift off to sleep.

  He didn’t bother to turn his head to glance at the digital display of the alarm clock on his nightstand.

  He lost track of how much time had passed. The apartment was quiet. Sleep would claim him, at any moment now.

  “Diego?”

  Diego thought he’d heard a barely audible voice whispering his name. Was he asleep, and dreaming?

  Diego opened his eyes and peered through the gloom. There was Santiago, standing in the shadows of the open bedroom doorway. He was still naked except for his sweatpants—he was still excitingly bare-chested, and barefoot—although, when he’d gotten ready for bed, he had retained the little gold crucifix, suspended on a gold chain around his neck and nestled in the deep groove between his big, hard pecs, and the gold chain link bracelet encircling his right wrist. His right shoulder and upper arm were adorned with tattoos.

  Hot, Diego thought, suppressing a groan of sheer lust. So fucking goddamn hot!

  If only he was gay! Or—at least—bi curious!

  “Hey, man,” Santiago whispered. “You still awake?”

  “Yeah,” Diego responded. He sat up in the bed, and reached out to switch on the lamp on the nightstand.

  “No, don’t turn on the light,” Santiago said.

  “Okay, but why not?”

  “I’m kind of embarrassed.”

  “About what? Oh,” Diego guessed. “Changed your mind about staying on the couch, huh? Well, the offer to sleep in here with me is still good. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Climb in,” Diego invited his buddy, lifting the covers and moving them aside.

  “Wait,” Santiago insisted.

  “Wait for what?”

  “You want me, don’t you?”

  “Huh?” Still drowsy, Diego assumed he hadn’t heard correctly.

  “You’ve always wanted to fool around with me, haven’t you?”

  “Jesus, Santiago, where the hell is this coming from, all of a sudden?”

  “It’s not ‘all of a sudden.’ It’s been building up for a long time. We both know you’ve got the hots for me, dude. Well, this is your lucky night. I’m feeling kind of hard up. I’m in the mood to—ah, you know—?” Santiago’s voice faltered. “To give in,” he said, at last. “To experiment.”

  “You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

  “Not really. I’m horny as hell—that’s for sure. And so are you, aren’t you?”

  “Santiago, we’re friends—”

  “No reason why we can’t be ‘friends with benefits,’ too. Is there?”

  “I don’t want to do anything stupid that might fuck up our friendship.”

  “This won’t. What’s the big deal? You do it with all those other guys. Why not with me? It’s just sex, isn’t it? I want to find out what I’ve been missing out on. The whole gay sex thing,” Santiago said, excitedly. “When you talk about it, you make it sound so dirty. So hot—!”

  “Now, listen, buddy—!”

  “Damn it, Diego,” Santiago swore, interrupting the other man, and sounding impatient, almost angry. “This is a limited time offer I’m making you, here! Do you want to have sex with me, or don’t you?”

  Chapter Two: Stirrings in the Night

  “Goddamn it,” Diego muttered. “I guess I do want to. Yeah, I do want to have sex with you. If you aren’t kidding around. If you really mean it—?”

  “I mean it,” Santiago blurted out. He stepped forward, toward where Diego sat up in his bed. “How’d you like to take care of this for me?” As he spoke, Santiago grabbed the large, visible lump
which his cock made, nestled in the crotch of his sweatpants.

  “Damn!” Diego exclaimed.

  “I need it sucked.”

  “You’ve come to the right guy,” Diego said, with lewd irony. “That’s one of my specialties. And after all—oral ‘isn’t really sex,’ according to you.”

  Santiago grunted. “It’d better be sex tonight! Show me how you do it, to all of those guys you trick with.”

  “Sure.” With Santiago standing beside the bed, Diego slipped out of it and got down on the floor on his knees. Santiago’s tantalizing crotch display was now at his eye level. Diego knelt there naked, gazing at it.

  “Take off my sweats, dude. I want us both to be naked,” Santiago urged, pushing gently against the top of Diego’s head. “Um, shit, man. You’ve got nice hair. It’s long and soft, like a woman’s. I’ve always liked it—always thought it was hot—!”

  “Jesus—I can’t believe this—you fucking horn dog,” Diego gasped.

  “Come on, take my dick out of my pants,” Santiago insisted.

  Diego leaned forward, reached out boldly, and grabbed the tie of his buddy’s sweats. A quick tug on the string loosened the knot, and the waistband of the pants sagged around Santiago’s trim hips. Diego pulled away from the other guy long enough to tug the sweatpants the rest of the way down Santiago’s legs. He got them off the guy’s feet and tossed them aside. Santiago turned and sat down heavily on the edge of the mattress. He began to swing his legs up onto the bed, but Diego reached out and held him back.

  “No,” Diego said, quickly. “Stay like that. Let me do it with me on my knees, in between your legs. Like this.”

  Diego grasped one of his friend’s legs in each hand and he pulled them in close against either side of his body, while he moved up against the bed. Then he braced Santiago’s legs against his sides, so that his buddy’s big bare feet were planted firmly on the floor and his thighs were spread wide, with Diego’s torso jammed in between them.

  Diego now felt surrounded by the other guy’s body, protected by its warmth, but also in a sense captured by it and held its willing prisoner. He still had complete, easy access to Santiago’s groin and the treasures displayed there.

  “So this is how you like to suck a guy off,” Santiago remarked, leaning back on his elbows and staring down at his friend.

  “It’s one way,” Diego muttered. And an efficient one, he added to himself. As you’ll soon find out, buddy!

  His hands shook when he placed them high on Santiago’s thighs, and then he bent his head down and began to kiss their inner curves, running his wet tongue slowly up and down the hairy, male-scented flesh which coated the strong thigh muscles. He could feel those muscles twitching in response to the tickling he was giving Santiago with his tongue. Each time, Diego licked a bit higher, until he could feel the bridge of his nose pushing against Santiago’s balls.

  He moved his panting mouth cautiously, tantalizingly toward the testicles, until his face was right in front of them. Squeezing his fingers hard on Santiago’s thighs, Diego brought his lips to the two big nuts and he began to lick them with his tongue.

  “Aw, man!” Santiago moaned.

  Leaning forward, he buried both of his hands in Diego’s rich, chestnut-hued hair, mussing it, letting the thick locks which fell down over the kneeling man’s forehead and neck caress his own bare skin with their silken texture.

  “Kiss my balls,” Santiago pleaded. “Yeah—how’d you know I like that? It’s hard to talk a bitch into doing that for me. I love the way that feels! Do it, go ahead and put them inside your hot mouth and suck on them, dude. Suck on my hairy balls. That really gets me hot!”

  Diego’s lips parted wide and he nuzzled his face up against Santiago’s furry scrotum. His tongue coiled around one of the balls and guided it to his waiting mouth. Diego’s warm breath caressed the ball before he sucked it inside his mouth.

  Santiago moaned, more loudly than before. His hands tightened their grip in Diego’s hair, and then they moved down to Diego’s shoulders and caught hold of them, squeezing hard.

  “Fuck!” Santiago exclaimed. “Is this what you do with your gay boyfriends, you horny son of a bitch? Damn—yeah, I bet you like being down there, sniffing a guy’s crotch, licking his balls, sucking them. Getting ready to suck his dick. Oh, that’s beautiful, man, the way your mouth feels on my nuts! That’s really turning me the fuck on!”

  Encouraged by his buddy’s praise, Diego sucked the testicle deep into his mouth and he began to lick it with his tongue. He could feel the hypersensitive sphere moving around inside its sac, responding to the stroking and rubbing of his hot, wet, slippery tongue. He could feel the other testicle throbbing against his cheek, and he opened his mouth wider, guiding the ball gently with his fingertip until it, too, was inside his mouth.

  Diego pushed his face up until his lips were pressed right against the underside of Santiago’s hard-on. He began to move the other guy’s balls back and forth inside his mouth, licking them repeatedly with his tongue, savoring the salty taste and the way their hairy coating tickled when his tongue slid over them, attacking them from every direction,.

  With his lips, Diego pulled on the balls, forcing the loose skin of the scrotum which connected them to the perineum muscle to stretch, tugging just hard enough to excite Santiago even more, but without really hurting him. Santiago went wild when the other young man began to work on his balls with his lips and tongue like that.

  “Motherfucker,” Santiago groaned. “Oh, God, here I’ve had a hot-mouthed cocksucker for a friend all this time, and I never took advantage of it until now! Go for it, buddy. I know you’ve got a hard-on for me. Suck on those big balls of mine! You want my cock, too, don’t you? Of course you do. Well, you can have it. You can suck my dick, too!”

  No fool, Diego didn’t hesitate to take advantage of Santiago’s offer of his cock. Santiago might be drunk, but the wine he’d consumed hadn’t impaired his potency. He was sporting an impressive erection, and he obviously had no qualms about letting Diego take care of it for him.

  Diego’s hand reached quickly up, groping for Santiago’s cock, while he continued to suck on both balls. Santiago’s fingers were already wrapped around his hard, throbbing shaft, gripping it tightly, jerking himself off. Diego pushed his buddy’s hand away and replaced it with his own warm, strong, slightly sweaty fist.

  Santiago’s cock was completely hard now, standing straight up from his crotch, rigid, solid. Diego moved his fist slowly along the thick shaft, as though he intended to treat Santiago to a hand job. The flesh of Santiago’s foreskin relaxed and it moved easily up and down around the hard inner core of his penis, sliding along with the pumping motions of Diego’s hand.

  Diego licked the other Hispanic stud’s balls even harder, and Santiago’s cock responded to the stimulation by pulsing violently within Diego’s fist. Diego’s fingers slid all the way up to the head of the cock and he squeezed it. He caressed the thick ridge separating the knob from the shaft, and then he toyed with the velvet-skinned glans itself, until his finger slid over the pouting piss slit. The gap was wide open, sticky to the touch, wet with Santiago’s dribbled pre-cum—proof of his intense arousal.

  “Shit!” Santiago grunted. “If I wanted just a hand job, I could jerk it myself! If you’re going to go ahead and suck it for me, dude, then you’d better get busy and do it fast. Quit fucking around. Suck my dick! I don’t know if I can hold my cum in much longer, man. I want to shoot, so bad! Please! Diego! Oh, please suck me!”

  Diego pulled on Santiago’s balls with his lips, stroked them once more with his tongue. But then, as hot to suck his buddy’s cock as Santiago was to have it sucked, he let the testicles slip out of his mouth. The orbs glistened with saliva and seemed to be swollen to twice their previous impressive size!

  Still grasping Santiago’s prick in his sweaty fist, Diego moved his lips to the base of it and he began to rub his wet mouth lasciviously all over it, moaning with lust while
he did so. The big, handsome gay stud’s hot moist breath vibrated against the sensitive skin which sheathed the straight stud’s raging hard-on. Diego followed the length of Santiago’s cock with his tongue. By the time he reached the knob at the top, Santiago’s fuck tool was pulsating so hard that it threatened to force open the tight grip which Diego’s fingers had secured around its circumference. It pulsated so hard, it fact, that it already seemed ready to explode and release its sperm!

  “Go on, goddamn it! Go on,” Santiago begged. “Suck it, for Christ’s sake! Suck it! I can’t take any more of this prickteasing. Please, buddy! Suck it! Suck my cock!”

  Holding Santiago’s cock firmly with his caressing fingers, Diego opened his mouth as wide as he could, in a huge yawn, and he carefully lowered his lips to touch the throbbing flesh which he craved to taste. He felt a shiver of lustful pleasure rush down his back when the head of the thick cock slipped inside his mouth, filling it. The penis was so fucking big! So damn hard! His buddy Santiago possessed such a beautiful, potent young cock! And Diego wanted to suck it—desperately!

  And it was obvious that Santiago wanted to be sucked.

  “Yeah! Fuck, yeah!” the overexcited young stud grunted, in response to the first pressure of Diego’s smooth, wet lips on his dick. His hands went down to rest on top of the kneeling man’s head, and he pushed, urging Diego to take all of him into his mouth. “Take more of it, cocksucker! Suck it all! You wanted it so bad, now suck it! Suck it all!”

  Diego’s wet, wide-stretched lips inched their way down around the thick shaft. Down, down, they slid, until he could feel the head of that immense fuck tool push against the back of his throat, as though battering upon a door, demanding admittance. Diego had to either stop swallowing the cock, or gag on its bulk. There was still more of Santiago’s shaft outside his mouth, but Diego, experienced cocksucker though he was, couldn’t risk taking it until he got used to what he’d already stuffed inside his mouth.

  The erection was just too big to accommodate comfortably! But Diego moved nearer to the bed, until the front of his kneeling body was pressed right against the edge of the mattress. Then—holding Santiago’s trembling thighs tightly in his grip—he began to suck his straight buddy’s cock with all the skill he possessed. But it wasn’t just another impersonal, animalistic sex act, the kind of blow job Diego might perform on any trick. He made love to Santiago’s cock, worshipping it, lavishing real devotion upon it.