His Straight Buddy: A Story of Mutual Male Lust

by Roland Graeme

  “Yeah? Let me guess. You’re disappointed? You think I’m a lousy lay?”

  “No,” Santiago said, with a laugh. “Hardly! But be serious for a moment. I feel I ought to tell you. I wasn’t entirely truthful with you, before. I mean, I didn’t tell you the whole story. That ‘person’ Isabel caught me cheating on her with—the one who went down on me. That was a guy.”

  “No kidding.”

  “You don’t sound all that surprised.”

  “I’m not. So I wasn’t your first, huh?”

  “You might as well have been. When this guy blew me and I came in his mouth and he swallowed my cum—sure, I got off on it. But it felt kind of cheap and dirty. I felt guilty afterward. It was nothing, compared to what you and I just did. I really got off on this! And I sure as hell don’t feel guilty.”

  “No?”

  “No. I just want to do it again.”

  “This guy who sucked you off. Anybody I know?”

  “No. He works out at the gym I belong to. He’s always giving me the eye, on the weight floor or in the showers. Finally, he invited me to go have a drink. We had a few, and the next thing I know, I’m at his place, half drunk, with my pants pulled down and his mouth on my dick. It was just the one time. I didn’t feel any desire to repeat it.”

  “And how’d Isabel find out?”

  “That horny cocksucker wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. He kept sending me dirty text messages, begging to blow me again, and, worse, he sent photos of himself, naked, with a hard-on. That jealous cunt Isabel, who doesn’t know the meaning of the word ‘privacy’—she checked my phone, looking for messages from other women.” Santiago snickered. “Guess she found something she didn’t expect, a lot more than she bargained for! I tried to bluff it out, telling her I just gave the guy my number to be friendly, and I can’t help it if some horny queer has the hots for me. But I don’t think she bought it.”

  “Well, that makes two of us horny queers who have the hots for you,” Diego said.

  “Aw, come on, Diego! You know I don’t think of you that way.” Giving Diego a reassuring hug, Santiago lay back on the bed and sighed. “Anyway, I don’t feel like talking about it anymore tonight. Let’s get some sleep, okay?”

  “Sure. So—you’ve changed your mind about sleeping in the same bed with another guy, have you?” Diego teased his friend.

  Santiago grunted. “I’ve changed my mind about doing a lot of things with another guy. Looks like you’re the beneficiary of it, so don’t knock it.”

  Diego had no intention of knocking it. He was quite grateful for the turn which events had taken.

  Chapter Four: You’re Turning Me Gay!

  Diego didn’t hear from Santiago for two days. He sent his friend text messages, asking how Santiago was doing, whether he was all right. But Santiago didn’t deign to reply.

  Then, one evening, Santiago showed up on Diego’s doorstep, unannounced. He looked a bit unkempt, and agitated.

  “Have you been kicked out of your own apartment again?” a cynical Diego asked.

  “No, quite the contrary. Isabel’s packed up the things she kept at my place, and she’s gone. We’re done. Called it quits.”

  “Good.”

  “Yeah, you would say that, because now you can have me all to yourself.”

  “I don’t deny it. That’d be nice. But—are you saying you’re really up for grabs?”

  “I can prove I am. You want me so bad?” Santiago asked, aggressively, with a leer. “You’re so hot for me? Good! Then get in the bedroom, take off your clothes, and get your ass on the bed,” Santiago instructed his gay friend, in a breathless, feverish rush of words.

  “Jesus, man! A guy usually buys me dinner, first,” Diego joked.

  “I’ll feed you later, if that’s what you want. Right now—you know what I want,” Santiago declared. “Sex!”

  “That’s very flattering—you coming to me after you and girlfriend break up, turning to me for some fast relief.”

  “Take it or leave it, dude. You want to fuck, or don’t you?”

  “I do.”

  “Let’s get on with it, then.”

  In Diego’s bedroom, the two men stripped.

  We’re making progress of a sort, I suppose, Diego thought. The first time, Santiago was pretty drunk. He probably had to get drunk, before he could talk himself into coming on to me. Tonight he’s cold sober—and horny.

  To say nothing of aggressive. I like that in a man!

  “I want it sucked again,” Santiago announced, as soon as he and Diego were naked.

  “Sure,” Diego said. “But what’s the rush?” He was hoping they could make out a little, first.

  “I need it. Come on, put your mouth on it.”

  “Jesus, if this is how you treat your girlfriends, it’s no wonder why none of those relationships last.”

  “Leave them out of it. Get down on my dick! You want to, don’t you? Of course you do. Do you like it?” Santiago whispered, seductively, knowing perfectly well what the answer was. “Do you like my cock? Sure you do. I guess it isn’t as big as some of the other guys’ cocks you’ve sucked. But I bet you’ve had smaller ones in your mouth. I know you must like the big dicks the best, though!”

  :”Shut up,” Diego growled. “That’s a nasty way to talk.”

  “Since when are you so squeamish? There’s nothing for you to be ashamed about. It’s not your fault you’re a size queen.” Santiago taunted his friend.

  “Shut up,” Diego repeated. “Please.”

  “Want it?”

  A squeeze of his fingers around the rigid length of the bloated penis which Santiago was offering him was all that Diego could manage in the way of an answer.

  Obviously, romance wasn’t in the cards this evening. Diego resigned himself to a bout of rough sex, instead. Oh, well—that was better than nothing! He’d just have to accept Santiago, and take him, on his own terms.

  “Get on the bed and get comfortable,” Diego grumbled. “If we’re going to do it, we may as well do it right.”

  Soon, Santiago was lying on his back on the bed, with his head and shoulders comfortably propped up by the pillows, and his legs spread—and Diego kneeling between his thighs, going down on him, demonstrating his usual oral skill and enthusiasm.

  “This is what I’ve been missing. Oh, nobody can suck like you can,” Santiago crooned. “You really know how to take care of a horny guy!”

  Okay, this may not be very romantic, Diego told himself. But it’s not so bad! Big, hard stud dick in my mouth—down my throat! Hot, sexy son of a bitch, fucking my face! God, how I do like to suck cock!

  And this isn’t just any cock. It’s Santiago’s! Damn it, I’m hot for the arrogant motherfucker! Can’t help myself. I’m crazy about the dude!

  Slurping and suctioning away, Diego fed hungrily on Santiago’s meaty, sausage-like prick. He varied the act, easing the head of the cock back out of his throat. Closing his lips into a firm seal around the throbbing cylinder, he moved his head rapidly back and forth, working the foreskin back over the shaft and sucking strongly on just the glans. He teased Santiago by inserting the tip of his tongue under the foreskin and swabbing it out.

  He thought he was doing a good job, which would eventually result in a flood of sperm being expelled into his mouth. But then, suddenly, Santiago interrupted the blow job, pushing Diego away.

  “Wait,” Santiago panted, fighting for breath. “I don’t want to come in your mouth. Not this time.”

  “Want me to jerk you off?” Diego volunteered.

  “No, I want us to go all the way.”

  “Huh?”

  “I want your ass. I want to fuck you!”

  “Really? First oral, now anal. You’re making rapid progress.”

  “Don’t be mean to me, Diego. Don’t make this more difficult for me than it already is.”

  “Sorry, man. You really want to fuck me?”

  “Yeah. I want to find out what it feels like.�
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  “You won’t regret it,” Diego promised.

  Santiago grunted. “Think you’re pretty hot stuff, don’t you?”

  “You’ll soon find out for yourself.” Diego slid open the drawer of his nightstand. “Want a rubber?”

  “No, I want to fuck your ass raw. Okay?”

  “Fine with me. We will need this,” Diego said, taking out a tube of lubricant. “Don’t use too much,” he advised, handing Santiago the tube. “I can take it, and a little friction makes for a hotter fuck.”

  “You should know,” Santiago taunted him. “After all the dicks you’ve had up your ass.”

  Diego refused to feel insulted. “Just think of them as paving the way for you,” he retorted.

  Santiago applied the lube to his erection, coating it thoroughly with the slippery substance.

  “Guess I’m ready,” he mumbled, a bit uneasily. “Now what?”

  “What do you think? Just pretend you’re fucking a cunt. Same technique, same moves. Go ahead. Put it in me,” Diego urged him.

  Quickly, he rolled onto his stomach and spread his legs, flaunting his butt. Santiago automatically got into position, kneeling on the bed between Diego’s thighs, with his stiff dick arcing out above his buddy’s behind. He admired Diego’s surprisingly boyish-looking ass cheeks, which were so temptingly round and smooth, the hard muscles of the glutes cushioned by flawless skin.

  Santiago settled down on top of Diego’s back, his weight holding Diego down on the mattress. He almost ejaculated, prematurely, when his cock slipped between Diego’s butt cheeks, rubbing into the crevice which separated them, seeking the hole. Carefully, Santiago moved back, readjusting his position, and he probed—until the tip of his lubricated erection touched Diego’s anal pucker. Diego moaned in response to the contact, and rotated his hips in sensual, shameless invitation.

  “Push,” he told Santiago.

  Santiago pressed himself forward, and both men felt the shock of pleasure when the head of Santiago’s dick slipped through the tight opening of Diego’s anus.

  “Yeah, let me have it! All of it! Shove it in me!” Diego insisted.

  “Oh, my God!” Santiago gasped, when he did so.

  “Feel good?”

  “It feels great!” Santiago declared. “But, damn! That’s a tight hole you’ve got there, buddy!”

  “Stretch it wide open,” Diego urged him. “Ream it out! Fuck, man. Just go ahead and fuck!”

  Santiago began to move his cock back and forth within the tight, warm sheath of the other guy’s clinging anus. He felt an unusual heat surrounding his cock. There was a velvety, pulsating smoothness. The sensation was different—excitingly different!—from penetrating a woman’s pussy, which tended to be moister, even juicy wet. He could feel the head of his prick sinking in deeper, as Diego surrendered to him. Aroused, Santiago continued to force more and more of his meaty fuck tool into that most vulnerable part of Diego’s body.

  “All the way,” a groaning, feverishly excited Diego coached his buddy. “Shove it in me all the way! And then fuck! Fuck me!”

  Diego grunted with a combination of discomfort and satisfaction when the last inch of Santiago’s solid column rammed home inside his hole. Santiago was all the way in him now, buried in his hot ass to the hilt, his dick held in place by the tight constriction of Diego’s anal sheath. Waves of excitement washed over Santiago. His hands frantically groped at Diego’s hair, his shoulders, his waist and his hips, yielding to a maddening, irresistible urge to touch the other man’s flesh. The hard muscularity of his sex partner’s body, so different from the softness of a woman, aroused him to dizzying heights of lust.

  “Shit! Never knew it’d be this good!” Santiago gasped. “So hot!”

  “Fuck me!” Having uttered that demand, Diego began to set the example, and the pace. His hips worked with great, rippling power. He drew Santiago deep into him, clenched his anal muscles to hold him, and then he released the pressure, so that the straight stud could withdraw almost completely out of his anus—only to plunge back into the anal cavern, again and again, more violently each time. “Fuck, oh, fuck!” Diego yelled. His lewd pelvic movements, along with his other squirming reactions, made it clear that he was thoroughly enjoying the fuck now, and that most of the pain had subsided, to be replaced by a fierce, demanding pleasure. “Fuck my hole!” he shouted. Diego ground his butt into his fucker’s groin, once again giving Santiago novel, unbelievable sensations as they fucked and fucked.

  “That’s right, bitch,” Santiago growled. “Work that ass around my cock! Squeeze it! Oh, squeeze it!” Gaining confidence, he pumped away with wild glee.

  “Harder!” was all that Diego said, between the grunts and gasps and labored pants for breath he emitted, as Santiago took him, brutally, carried away by the pleasure they were giving each other by uniting their bodies. “Fuck me harder, stud! As hard as you frigging can! Really fuck that ass of mine! Oh, tear apart my hole!”

  The overexcited Santiago did his best to comply. He pressed down on the bed with the palms of his hands, raising himself up and away from Diego, almost as though he was performing pushups, so that he could look down between their bodies and watch himself fuck his friend. He was doing it—actually screwing another guy, for the first time in his life!

  Incredulously, he saw his dick, slick and gleaming with the lube which coated it, come almost all of the way out of his buddy’s butch ass, and then disappear back inside his manhole. Diego’s buttocks were twin mounds of satin-skinned flesh, which clenched each time Santiago drove in between them, the ass cheeks constricting to grip him firmly and increase the pressure of his fucking thrusts.

  “Goddamn it, you’re doing it to me,” Santiago growled. “I’m fucking your ass! And you’re making me like it. You’re turning me gay!”

  “You’ll learn to enjoy it, if you haven’t started to, already,” Diego predicted.

  “Bitch! Hot-assed, horny bitch!”

  “Oh, don’t hold back, don’t spare me, buddy,” Diego taunted his friend. “Tell me exactly what you think of me.”

  “You man cunt! You man pussy! You slut! I’m going to punish your hole. Take that! And that!”

  “Yeah, that’s more like it! Fuck me! Fuck me, man!”

  “What the hell do you think I’m doing?”

  “Oh, pound that hole, buddy! Pound it, stud!” Diego yelled. “Fuck me, and come in my ass! Come, whenever you’re ready to. I want to feel you breeding my goddamn hole. I’m going to shoot, the minute I feel your hot cum blasting up into my ass! Fuck my ass! Fuck me! And come, buddy—come in my ass!”

  Diego was gasping and straining his muscles now, as he writhed beneath Santiago’s pumping body on the bed. But Santiago was doing much the same, the intensity of the fuck quickly bringing the stud to the verge of a wild climax. The speed of the two men’s pounding coital rhythms was furious now, the slap of Santiago’s taut-muscled belly and thick thighs hitting Diego’s buttocks on each downstroke resounding in the air, loud and lewd, and incredibly exciting.

  “I’m coming!” Santiago screamed, suddenly, as though he was frightened by the intensity of his feelings, unable to believe he’d survive the devastating eruption of cum he could feel building up deep in his pelvis. “Coming!” he repeated, desperately. He plunged his cock all the way up Diego’s ass for the last time before, helplessly, he shot his load. “Oh, Christ! Mother of God! Take it—take it, bro, all of my fucking cum—because it here it fucking comes!”

  “Santiago! Fuck!” Diego yelled.

  “Diego! Aw, dude!” Santiago echoed him. “Fuck! Aw, fuck, yeah! Fuck!”

  Santiago bellowed out that word, fuck, as though in terror, ramming his hips harder against Diego’s buttocks, bruising the muscular cheeks of his buddy’s well-fucked ass. Diego, for his part, cried out, too, as he slammed his behind back against the stud who was fucking him, with desperation and triumph, feeling his own hot sperm gush out of his cock and wet the bed beneath him. But Santiago wa
s coming, too, filling Diego’s anus with his cum.

  The two naked men lay there like that for some time in the dark, both of them totally exhausted—yet totally satisfied. They moved sluggishly against each other, sensuously, flesh against flesh, for a few more times, their bodies unwilling to give up. But then, inevitably, relaxing, embracing, they slept.

  Epilogue: What the Priest Doesn’t Know

  “Come on!” Santiago demanded. “Let me have that meat! I want a mouthful of it. I want to suck you, man!”

  “Damn, I seem to have created a monster,” Diego joked. “You’re turning into a real sex fiend!”

  “It’s your fault. You made me gay. And, shit! A hard cock—that’s the best thing that’s ever been invented. The best thing in God’s creation,” Santiago blasphemed.

  “Tell me, buddy. When you go to confession, do you tell the priest what you and I do?”

  “No. Do you?”

  “No. My philosophy is, what the priest doesn’t know, won’t hurt him. And I have better things to do at night than play with a rosary.”

  “I feel the same way,” Santiago admitted. “I guess we’re both going straight to hell.”

  “Um, not so ‘straight,’ I’d say. And let’s face it—getting there is going to be half the fun!”

  “Let me suck you,” Santiago pleaded.

  “Be my guest.”

  The two young men were in Diego’s bedroom, on his bed. In their haste to strip down and get right down to the sex, neither guy was completely nude, yet. Santiago still had his socks on, and Diego retained his boxer shorts.

  Santiago’s fingers spread open the fly of Diego’s boxers, revealing the upper part of his buddy’s cockshaft, tucked away inside the undershorts.

  He bent his head forward and he licked that exposed inch of cock with his tongue. The penis jumped inside Diego’s shorts, and Santiago felt the other guy’s hands come down onto his bare shoulders, squeezing the hard, rounded muscles in them firmly, and then Diego’s hands pulled Santiago slightly forward, tighter against Diego’s own body.

  “Take it!” Diego moaned. “We both know you want it—! Yeah, damn you, you want to go down on it. You want to suck it!”