Date: Wed, 28 May 2008 13:52:55 -0700 (PDT) From: firstname.lastname@example.org Subject: STRAIGHT FORMER MARINE BRAD-1 Hi There! My name is Jay. Since getting a late start (I finally lost my virginity at about 20) I've really made up for lost time and have been, well, a pretty big slut. Because of this, I have lots of stories to tell. Most of my stories are very much true. In some cases, for various reasons (too many reasons to explain), I've changed certain aspects of the stories, but rest assured, they are all fact-based. If you met and asked the other participants in the stories about what occurred, I think most would say "Yep -- that's pretty much how it went." All names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent. Obviously, the author reserves all rights. No person or entity, foreign or domestic, is authorized to copy or print any portion of, nor the entirety of any story written by this author for any purpose without his express written consent. Note on HIV & STDs: While I've made no mention of HIV-prevention measures in my stories (these are fact-based fantasies and while I always use safer-sex practices, I don't fantasize about them). That said, I in no way encourage nor endorse barebacking or any form of sexual conduct which might expose a person to disease. Always fuck with a condom! A description of myself: At the time of the following events took place, I was about 31 years old. Since being introduced to the joys of a good gym regimen by a certain former Nudist Roommate of mine years ago, I've maintained a muscular (though not overly so) body. I'm about 5'10", I weight 190 lbs. I have very defined, toned pecs, washboard abs, tree trunk legs and thick, muscular arms. I have a nice bubble butt and a thick, circumcised 8 inch cock. The doctor who circumcised me was kind enough to leave a pretty fair amount of skin remaining so, when flaccid, the head of my penis is about 70-80% covered by foreskin and I don't require lubricant to masturbate as I have plenty of loose foreskin that serves the same purpose. Most people assumed I was in my mid-20s during this time period based on my appearance. STRAIGHT FORMER MARINE BRAD-1 After leaving the Air Force at the age of 25, I bummed around the US for a few years working odd jobs and just enjoying myself and having various sexual adventures (to be described in later stories). Finally, at 30, I decided to go and complete my degree. I moved home to Texas from San Francisco and started going to school at Texas State University (TSU) working towards a degree in Geography. While in college, I lucked into a pretty cool position with a company called TCA (Texas Care Affiliates) working with mentally disabled adult males. I was a "Live-In Caregiver." This meant that I had my own self-contained apartment (a very spacious converted garage actually) within the house. The house itself contained six adult, male residents. While at work, I'm strictly professional and was never "out" to my clients (they wouldn't likely have understood anyway). Shortly after starting work at TCA, I was in a required CPR class and met a really interesting guy there named Brad. Brad was shorter than me, about 5'7", but was wiry. He had a muscular physique, powerful arms and was wearing these faded jeans that complimented his perfect bubble butt very nicely. Brad spoke with a very sexy Texas twang and gave the impression that he was a country boy. He had a real sexy swagger to him. He had blue eyes and light brown hair and was just one hell of a cool dude. Upon chatting with him, I determined that he had been hired to work at the same house where I was the live-in. Brad and I worked together well. We worked many shifts together and were a good team. After hours, we sometimes hung out in my apartment watching movies or sometimes we'd go and grab a bite to eat. I was required to be on the grounds of the residence even if not working on Sunday through Thursday nights between 10am and 6am. I was not paid for this directly, but was unofficially compensated for it with free room and board. In addition to this, I worked part-time shifts in the house and this, coupled with my GI bill stipend gave me plenty of money to live on. So, one Friday night I was home. I didn't have any plans that night and was just settling down to watch a little TV before going to bed and there was a knock at my private entrance (the one on the side of the house, by the driveway). It was Brad. He often stopped by after his shift to say "Howdy," so I wasn't too surprised to see him. "Hey dude," he said "I was just headed across the street (to the convenience store) to get a few beers. You game?" "Sure -- right on man. I'll go with you. Gimme a sec to get dressed." I'd been nude (I'm a home nudist, as described in previous stories) when Brad knocked and had just thrown on my robe to answer the door so I motioned Brad inside and closed the door. I then dropped the robe and grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt and threw on my flip flops and we left. We picked out an 18 pack of something-or-other and went back to my place to watch some tube. As soon as I got in the door, I stripped down (Brad had seen me nude many times and knew that I was a nudist -- this didn't bother him in the least). We sat down, him clothed, me nude and he flipped the channels while we shot the breeze. After awhile, he said "Dude, it's really warm in here, think you can turn on the A/C?" It was late Spring and the weather was already pretty warm. "Oh right," I replied "My A/C's on the blink at the moment. They're supposed to send someone to look at it next week. I can open the window though." The windows in my apartment were up high on the wall (it was a converted garage after all) so I still had my privacy and didn't bother to put on any clothes. Then, I turned on the ceiling fan and sat back down. We watched some more TV and Bart said "Still a bit warm -- mind if I make myself more comfortable?" "Dude, do whatever you like." So, Brad took off his shoes and socks and then whipped his shirt off and sat back down. This was the first time I'd gotten a look at Brad's shirtless body. What a sight! He was had very well defined muscles, six-pack abs and wiry muscles on his back and arms. He was naturally hairless other than a few wisps in the crevice between his pecks and a bit on his arms. Like I said, Brad had seen me nude many times. Heck, anyone that hangs out with my at my place is going to discover that I'm a nudist. That said though, we'd never discussed my sexuality at all. After a few beers though, we were both feeling pretty chatty and he asked me point blank "Dude, just out of curiosity -- don't take this the wrong way or anything -- do you like men or women?" I smiled. He was so shy about the question. I think he even blushed a little. "I've experimented a very little bit with women Brad, but I've always been, let's say, `strictly dickly'" I replied. "Cool, that's what I figured but was just making sure" he said. "I've always had gay friends all my life and it's totally cool with me." "So" I asked "how about you?" I knew that Brad had a girlfriend (named Leslie) and while in the marines (he'd served in Kuwait) had gotten some Navy chick he knew there pregnant but that he almost never saw his son because he lived with his mom in Los Angeles. Brad said "Well, I'm straight. I just love pussy too much dude. But, I've fooled around with a few guys and it's no big deal to me. I'm pretty liberal really." "Right on" I said "that's cool." After a couple more beers, we were both feeling very little pain. Brad said "Dude, I'm so horny. Leslie hasn't spread her legs in weeks and God forbid she should blow me so I really have the blue balls. You got any porn?" "Just some gay porn" I replied. "Wanna walk down to the bookstore?" he asked. We lived in a small town and "the bookstore" was the common expression for "the adult bookstore." I said "Sure dude -- let's go." I slid my t-shirt, shorts and flip-flops back on and off we went. "The Bookstore" was just 4 or 5 blocks from the house. I found out that Brad was into some really kinky porn when he rented some "chicks pissing in chicks' mouths" nasty German video. "Whatever" I thought to myself "he's a freak." So, we walked back to my apartment. I stripped and Brad took off his shirt and shoes, like before. I then noticed that he'd also dropped his pants and was wearing a sexy little pair of boxer briefs. I put in the DVD and we both sat back down on my couch. The video was really disgusting and certainly did nothing for me, but I became super turned on when I looked over and noticed Brad rubbing the bulge in his underwear. Since I was nude, there was no hiding my 8 inch boner that had popped up. "Wow" he said when he looked over at me "You gotta thick one dude." "Thanks dude" I replied. We watched in silence a little longer -- he was watching the movie and I was watching him. Brad continued to grope himself through his underwear though I hadn't even touched my throbbing dick yet. "Mind if I lose the underwear?" he asked. "Of course," I replied, "be my guest." With that, he shucked his underwear and up popped his 7 inch cut erection. Brad had nice big balls and all of his pubic area was shaved completely clean. Brad sat back down and stretched out a little while casually pulling on his cock. "Got any lube?" he asked. While I don't need the stuff myself, I always keep a supply for occasional visitors. There's a German brand I like that is great for wanking and if you get it in your mouth, it's non-toxic and there's no flavor of any sort. Anyway, that's what I handed him. "So" I asked "Ever gotten a blow job from a dude?" "Oh yeah" he said "Why? ... Oh..." and he looked over at me with a devilish grin "You offerin' dude?" "Sure man" I said, grinning just as devilishly. He didn't say anything but just motioned with his eyes. In an instant, I was on my knees in front of him. I began by giving Brad's balls a good tongue bath. They were so loose in their sack and so hairless that they were just perfect for some sucking. I sucked each one alternately in and out of my mouth while Brad continued to masturbate. He began moaning and when I looked up, he had his right hand pounding his cock and his left was playing with his right nipple. As I licked my way up Brad's cock, I reached up with my left hand and took over from him to work on his nipple. I simultaneously began working my own dick with my right hand. Brad had the most wonderful smell, by the way, he was very clean and had a combination of Irish Spring and musky manliness that sent me into the stratosphere. I licked my way around his perineum awhile just to get at more of that smell. Finally, I brushed Brad's hand out of the way and went down on his cock. At 7 inches, it wasn't overly big and, in my opinion, is the perfect size for sucking. I worked the head first. Brad began leaking copious amounts of precum which I lapped right up. I then went all the way down on his cock. Whenever I pulled up, I would swirl my tongue around the head and then push back down until my nose was buried in the hairless flesh at the base of his cock. I sucked like a man gone wild, during which time Brad moaned and grunted and I heard him repeat in a quiet but firm whisper "Oh yeah! Take that cock bitch! Take that cock bitch! Oh fuck yeah!" Finally, after five minutes or so, Brad said "Oh, I'm getting close dude." I didn't want it to end just yet, so I eased off. I went back to his balls and licked them some more and bathed his perineum again. I then moved up his torso a bit and licked and kissed his hard six pack. I then licked his nipples, each in turn and sucked on them gently while he moaned. Finally, I went back down and began slowly sucking that marine cock of his, I would suck for a half a minute and then lick his balls for a few seconds and would repeat. About this time, I decided to go for broke and began feeling around Brad's ass. I felt his hole and began massaging it. He moaned a little more loudly but said nothing. I noticed that he then spread his legs a little wider to allow me better access. I stuck my finger in my mouth to coat it with saliva and then gently began to press it into Brad's hole. The first time I did it; he jumped and let out a loud gasp. I then began finger fucking Brad while I sucked on his pole. Soon, I stuck in a second finger and then a third. Brad was moaning and gasping and writhing on my couch. "Stick your cock in me" he begged. "What's that?" I said "What do you want?" "I want your cock in my ass" he pleaded. "Get down on all fours and spread those cheeks bitch" I replied. I later found out that Brad and his step-brother Hal fucked around a lot when they were teenagers. Once they even tag-teamed one of Hal's female teachers. Hal and Brad sucked each other, jerked each other off and even fucked each other's asses on a regular basis in middle school and high school, so it wasn't exactly Brad's first time around this particular block. He did as he was told. He got on the floor in front of the TV and spread his legs wide. I got behind him, and spread some lube on my dick and rubbed a bit on his hole as well. I then began working my cock into his ass. I started slowly. I stuck in one inch and held it there while he adjusted to its girth. I then pulled out and stuck a bit more in. Each time, I'd pull out and then stick a bit more in. Finally, my cock was buried and my balls were pressing against him. I began a slow rhythm. I fucked him and reached under and pulled on his cock. I turned him around, pivoting him on my pole and then fucked him missionary style. I sucked on his nipples and fondled his cock and balls. I've never been one to take a short time to orgasm so I fucked him long and hard. We writhed around on the floor. For about 20 minutes, I let him sit on top of me and fuck my cock with his ass. Meanwhile, I jerked him off and played with his nipples. Finally, after a good hour of pounding Brad's ass and while on top of him in the missionary position (for the third or fourth time) I felt that familiar feeling begin to rise up in my balls. "I'm about to fill your ass with cum bitch" I said. Brad instantly took over jerking his cock and worked it like a madman. Within seconds, I began spewing my spunk all over Brad's insides and a few seconds later, as I was still shooting, I heard Brad start gasping and he began to spasm underneath me. His hole was quivering and it made me shoot even harder. He sprayed his seed between our sweaty bodies and I began kissing his neck and ears as we both finished. I then fell exhausted on top of my sticky buddy and we lay there, arms and legs intertwined for several minutes. Finally, we both started giggling. Brad started to get up but I said "Wait a second." I then proceeded to lick the cum off of Brad's body and cock and milked his cock for the juice remaining there. "Dude!" he said "That shit was fucking crazy! Too bad you're not straight -- you could really tear up some pussy with that thing." I laughed and said "I just tore your pussy all up -- what do I need a girl for?" This was the first of many nights of wild sex that I had with my straight buddy Brad. He's now married and I haven't seen him in several years. He never claimed to be anything other than straight and, for the record, was never interested in doing anything with me unless there was a super-kinky straight porn in the DVD player and a few beers in him to lower his inhibitions.