br0b8:I’d just gone up to his place to buy weed. We workedtogether - he washed dishes, I was front o
br0b8:I’d just gone up to his place to buy weed. We workedtogether - he washed dishes, I was front of the house. We wound up smoking abowl. He started playing the guitar. There wasn’t much I could do about that.It wasn’t all bad, though - there was something about him, some sexiness or attraction underthe surface. I asked him about his dreads. He said he’d had them since he wassixteen. I asked him if he ever got any shit for them; he seemed whollyignorant that anyone could perceive them as something problematic. I said,well, they are kind of appropriative. He was unclear on the concept and Ididn’t feel like explaining it.We smoked more. I started talking about sex. He was in between girlfriends. He knew I was gay. Iasked him if he’d ever been with a guy. “Nah,” he said, handing methe joint. “I mean, it’s all good, just not my thing.”“I’ve had sex with girls,” I said. He wassurprised. Started asking me questions: what did I like to do with girls,versus guys? I said pretty much the same thing - eating them out. “Eatingout guys?” he said.“Yeah. Rimming,” I said. He looked at me. His eyeslit up, I swear.“I’ve never had that done to me,” he said. He lit some Nag Champa and put on some music - jam bandnoodling, quiet and serene. Then he stripped and presented his hippie ass to me- hairy, round and luscious. I took my time, let him feel every sensation ofit. I wondered if he thought of it as some sort of spiritual experience. Maybeit was. Sliding a finger into him, feeling his cock harden at the feel of itthen start spontaneously spurting all over his bed - it felt at least a littlemagical. by Natty SolteszMy ebook Str8 But Curious features twenty-one stories of straight guys who are not entirely straight. Check it out on Amazon.Natty Soltesz is creating gay erotic fiction | Patreon -- source link