His Straight Buddy: A Story of Mutual Male Lust

by Roland Graeme

  “Oh!” Santiago cried. “I’ve always heard guys say, no goddamn broad can suck dick the way a gay cocksucker can! Now I know it’s true! You hot-mouthed, cock-loving son of a bitch! Go for it, dude. Keep your mouth down on me. Oh, stay all the way down on me, and suck!”

  His hands twisted in Diego’s long hair, tugged at his pierced ears, and stroked his puffed-out cheeks. Diego was blowing him, with incredible skill and confidence, lavishing all of his oral skill upon him.

  “Oh, man! You really know how to suck cock. Damn! Aw, sweet Jesus! Suck that thing! Don’t stop. Suck it, and suck it good!”

  Diego knew exactly how to do it, all right. How to please another man. How to get Santiago so hot that he’d beg Diego to let him come in his mouth, down his throat, when the exquisite torture finally grew unbearable. Diego’s mouth moved slowly at first, taking his friend’s cock all the way down and then retreating back up around it until just the head was still between his lips. Licking the shaft with deliberately slow, voluptuous swipes of his tongue, Diego went back down on it and, with a little concentration, he was able to ease more of it inside his mouth. Soon he was working on the whole thick fuck tool.

  He could feel the turgid penis throbbing and twitching between his lips while he sucked on it. He recklessly pushed his mouth even lower, around the very base of the shaft, and, with a thrill of triumph, he felt the solid head of Santiago’s cock slide right down into his throat. It momentarily cut off his breath.

  Not panicking, Diego held his breath for a few seconds, and then he moved his mouth back up the shaft of the quivering penis, until only the head was between his lips once more. Now he could use his tongue to stimulate the most sensitive parts of the cock, which were located under the ridge where the head was joined to the shaft and protruded from it.

  Diego breathed deeply, slowly, through his nostrils, and he plunged down on the cock again until the head rammed into his throat once more. Diego went on deep-throating Santiago like that, quickly establishing a steady, uninterrupted rhythm. Gradually, though, he began to accelerate the pace of his mouth’s pumping, until—red in the face and with beads of sweat appearing on his brow—his head was bobbing up and down on Santiago’s prick so rapidly that his hair, damp with sweat from his exertions, tossed up and down like the mane of a galloping stallion.

  “Oh, God!” Santiago sobbed.

  His powerfully muscled young body thrashed from side to side on the creaking mattress, while Diego’s skillful tongue brought him closer and closer to ejaculation. Diego was enjoying every moment of this, just as much as Santiago seemed to be enjoying being the recipient of the blow job. Diego’s own hard-on throbbed, swollen with aching need, between his legs—neglected, for the time being, but Diego wasn’t complaining. The feel and the taste of Santiago’s cock in his mouth thrilled him. And he was confident that he was satisfying Santiago with his mouth. The way Santiago was reacting, there could be little doubt about how well Diego had succeeded in arousing his friend. Diego knew what his expert, impassioned deep-throating must be doing to Santiago.

  “Christ, aw, Christ Almighty,” Santiago moaned.

  He couldn’t believe what was happening to him. He was almost frightened by how fiercely he was responding to Diego’s hot, impassioned oral lovemaking. Wild sensations convulsed his body. His cock rammed deep down into Diego’s throat with each downstroke it made. His legs pressed in tighter against Diego’s body, his thighs almost smothering the man who was blowing him.

  Suddenly, Santiago began to whimper and gasp, and Diego could feel his legs tensing against him again, but not relaxing this time. This had to be it! Santiago must be about to come!

  “I’m going to fucking shoot!” Santiago panted, hoarsely, confirming his cocksucker’s suspicions. He tightened the grip of his fingers in Diego’s hair and he shoved the man’s mouth right down around the base of his spasming prick. “Oh, man, I can’t help it! I’m going to come. I’m going to, I can’t hold it back. Take it—take my hot cum. Suck me dry, bro, I’m coming! Ah!”

  His cock began to jerk inside Diego’s mouth, and then, suddenly, Diego felt the sharp, salty taste of the first burst of the semen smack against his swabbing tongue and splash down his throat. Diego pushed his face all the way down on Santiago’s erupting prick, holding it tightly in the hot, wet, suctioning grip of his mouth, while his buddy ejaculated again and again. There was so much cum that Diego finally had to gulp some of it down his throat to make room for more of it to fill his mouth.

  “Oh—man!” Santiago gasped, when at last he had stopped shooting and his dick was beginning to go soft in Diego’s caressing mouth.

  He laughed with nervous relief and he reached down to take Diego’s face in his hands, pulling him off his cock and raising him slowly from his knees. His hands gripped Diego’s head tightly while the two men stared into each other’s eyes, during a long moment of silence. Then Santiago brought Diego’s perspiring face close to his and he kissed him, hard, on the mouth, his tongue pushing its way between Diego’s lips to taste his own cum which lingered inside the other man’s mouth.

  Chapter Three: More Nocturnal Play

  Diego held Santiago tightly against him, wanting to prolong this moment of intimate contact for as long as he could. After a few seconds, Santiago’s hands squeezed Diego’s shoulders, pushing him gently away. Diego looked up at the other guy’s face. Santiago was smiling, his flushed features bedewed with a light film of sweat.

  “Damn! That had to be just about the best blow job I’ve ever had!” Santiago gloated. “I haven’t come like that, that hard, in a long time. Man, you really know how to suck!”

  “Glad you liked it,” Diego muttered. He patted Santiago’s thigh, and then he stood up.

  The sex was over, presumably, and Diego had no reason to believe that Santiago would be willing to reciprocate. For all Diego knew, guilt would be likely to kick in, belatedly, and Santiago would regret what they’d done.

  He was all the more surprised, then, when Santiago protested, “Hey, we’re not done yet, are we? You didn’t come yet—did you?”

  Diego, standing beside the bed, glanced down at himself, and he actually blushed a little, there in the darkened bedroom. He certainly hadn’t come, but he was more than ready to do so, and his acute state of arousal was actually rather painful—a classic case of “blue balls.” His stiff dick protruded upward from his groin, visibly pulsating, and the tiny slit in its tip was wide open and secreting a thin, clear trickle of pre-cum. In its present agitated condition, his prick looked even larger than usual, and he suddenly felt rather self-conscious about his oversized equipment and the obvious effect it was having on Santiago. His straight buddy was staring at Diego’s crotch in a way which suddenly didn’t seem all that straight. He seemed unable to tear his eyes away from the gross genital display, but there was fear as well as excitement in his expression.

  “I can give you a hand job, buddy,” Santiago volunteered, shyly and hesitatingly.

  “You’d be willing to do that?”

  “Shit, I’m so horny, thanks to you, that I’d be willing to blow you,” Santiago blurted out. “But—I’ve never sucked a dick. And yours is so freaking big! I don’t know if I could get all of that in my mouth without gagging on it.”

  “That’s okay, man,” Diego told him, reassuringly. “You don’t have to take any of it, if you don’t want to try. I got off just on blowing you, buddy.”

  Santiago seemed relieved. “But you look pretty hard up.”

  “I am. Want to watch me jack off?”

  “Yeah! Only—maybe I could do it for you?”

  “You want to?”

  “I want to touch it, yeah.”

  “Go ahead,” Diego invited his friend.

  “Come here. Get back on the bed,” Santiago said, brusquely.

  He stared at Diego’s buttocks when the other naked young man climbed onto the bed beside him and stretched out comfortably on his side, facing Santiago, who instinctively turned
toward him. Santiago almost gasped aloud, feeling a hardness beginning to develop in his groin again, his penis expanding back into erection, even though he’d just shot. His cock was jutting out already, and the sight of Diego’s hot, butch male ass, even in the dim light of the bedroom, was responsible for Santiago’s arousal.

  For the first time, Santiago dared to speculate about what it might feel like to shove his cock up his buddy’s enticing butt and fuck him.

  “Can I blow you again, or is your cock still sensitive from coming?” Diego asked, matter-of-factly. “I can suck yours while you jerk mine.”

  “Do it any way you want,” Santiago gasped, his voice thick, his breathing labored, and his eyes making quick, darting glances at the other guy’s crotch as Diego fondled himself. “I just want us to fool around!” Santiago confessed, shamelessly.

  His body tensed, his hands shook, and he fought back a moan of wanton pleasure, when he felt the now-familiar moist warmth of Diego’s mouth surround his cockhead. He looked down, to see, stunned, that Diego had already taken the whole of him inside his mouth. The sexy, hot-mouthed gay bastard was deep-throating him!

  Diego’s slurping lips were buried in Santiago’s dark, tangled pubic hair, his forehead and nose pressed against the hardness of Santiago’s hard stomach muscles. Then Diego began to suck him, taking the head of Santiago’s cock down into his throat easily on each smooth, steady downward plunge which his hungry mouth made.

  “You dirty goddamn cocksucker,” Santiago crooned, but the words throbbed with passion as they escaped from his lips. They were not insults, but rather a confession of macho love, from one man to another. “Whore—cock whore!” Santiago moaned, ecstatically, just as affectionately. “Oh, get down there, dude! And stay down there. Suck me, motherfucker—aw, suck the hell out of my dick!”

  Looking down, he was thrilled by the sight of Diego going down on him. But he also saw that his buddy was playing with himself while he sucked. The swollen head of Diego’s penis looked twice its normal size as his fist pumped up and down on the rigid shaft, working the foreskin back and forth, and with the heel of his hand colliding with his big balls on each downstroke.

  “No, you son of a bitch, you’re not going to have all the fun,” Santiago insisted. “Let me do it. Let me have your cock. Come on, move your ass around so I can get my hand on that big dick of yours,” he demanded.

  Diego obeyed him at once, his mouth not missing a stroke on Santiago’s cock while he swung his body around into the position Santiago wanted.

  Diego’s thighs were now spread wide apart, his crotch within easy reach of the other guy’s hand. Quickly, Santiago covered Diego’s masturbating hand with his own right hand, pushing the busy fingers away and taking over the job. While Diego blew him with renewed eagerness, Santiago grasped Diego’s prick firmly and he pushed the thick sheath of foreskin back, exposing the satin-skinned, dark-red head, which throbbed visibly in response to his touch whenever he squeezed the shaft.

  Milking the long, thick cock roughly with his fist, Santiago leaned forward to get a better look at what he was doing. He put his other hand on the back of Diego’s bobbing head to push the guy’s mouth lower down on his aching cock.

  “Suck it!” Santiago insisted—quite unnecessarily, because Diego was sucking him, as well as any recipient of oral sex could desire. But the sound of his own voice giving the command excited Santiago, as did verbalizing the forbidden act. “I’m going to beat off this big thing of yours until it shoots all over the fucking place!”

  Diego’s cock made quite a fistful. Santiago thought, excitedly. Entranced by the way the big erection responded to his least touch, he wrapped his fist tighter around the shaft and he began a slow, steady up and down massage. He tightened his grip to an almost painful squeeze each time he reached the base of Diego’s cock, releasing the pressure slightly on the way back up toward the head—and squeezing again, just hard enough to make Diego grunt and jump, every time his fist returned to rub the ring of extra-sensitive skin just below the swollen bulb of the cockhead.

  Diego was in ecstasy. How often he’d fantasized about being naked in bed with Santiago! And now his fantasy had come true. Furthermore, Santiago wasn’t just lying there, passively, deigning to permit Diego to service him with his mouth. No, the straight stud was actually touching Diego’s cock—grasping it, greedily—rubbing it—jerking it! Somehow, Diego had persuaded his buddy to make love to him—to get it on with another man!

  While his erection throbbed, fiercely and responsively, in Santiago’s strong hand grip, Diego abandoned himself to his overwhelming oral frenzy. A hot, burning need to suck and suck took possession of him. Had he been able literally to devour Santiago’s meaty prick, he would have willingly, eagerly done so. He sucked cock as he had never sucked cock before in his life!

  Diego’s mouth was driving Santiago wild, just as Santiago’s fist was whipping Diego’s desires into a frenzy of lust. Both men’s naked bodies thrashed from side to side on the bed, while Diego sucked Santiago’s cock and Santiago beat Diego off. Diego’s mouth and Santiago’s fist moved faster and faster, as though racing each other. The two men lost control of themselves, their mutual excitement mounting. Sweat burst out all over their flushed skins.

  Santiago took his free hand away from Diego’s head and he slid it, palm down, over the other stud’s chest, caressing the hard pectoral muscles, tickling Diego with his fingernails, rubbing and pinching his stiff nipples. Experimenting, he twisted and tugged on the nipples. It was the sort of tit play which Santiago often indulged in when he masturbated. Diego’s response, his grunting and squirming, confirmed Santiago’s suspicion that his friend had sensitive nips, too. Santiago worked them, roughly.

  “Yeah, swallow that fucking cock of mine,” Santiago demanded. “Slobber all over it! Keep sucking, you dirty, horny bastard.”

  Santiago’s expert manipulation of Diego’s cock propelled him toward orgasm, stroke by stroke, squeeze by squeeze. The overstimulated erect pulsed inside Santiago’s fist, ready to unload.

  Diego grunted incoherently to warn Santiago, while he continued to attack his buddy’s cock with his mouth, deep-throating it recklessly, almost choking on it. But Santiago had already gotten the message, and he sped up his fist’s action on Diego’s dick. With his mouth and throat plugged by hard male meat, Diego grunted and squealed like the proverbial stuck pig, although it his case it was a sex pig. He surrendered himself to the pure animal pleasure of what they were doing to each other.

  “Shoot it, stud—let me see it blast!” Santiago shouted. “I’m about ready to come again, too! Let’s do it together, man! Let’s both come at the same time. Shoot that hot cum all over me, buddy! Shoot it—shoot it—fucking come, bro!”

  His friend’s frantic pleas were all the encouragement Diego needed. His cock had no sooner tensed, then jerked, in the first spasm of ejaculation than he felt the first spurt of Santiago’s cum gush into his mouth! They were coming together, all right, their orgasms perfectly synchronized.

  Santiago cried out, and his free hand flew up to grasp a fistful of Diego’s disheveled hair and hold his mouth firmly down on his prick while he burst inside Diego’s throat—ejaculating every bit as violently as had the first time his gay buddy had sucked him off that night. Santiago’s spine tingled as he came again and again. Coming himself while Santiago’s masturbating fist milked him dry, Diego tightened his grip on Santiago’s grinding, clenching buttocks. He let the hot liquid spurt into his mouth and pour down his throat. Eager to swallow Santiago’s whole load, he made no attempt to draw away from the exploding cock, even though it became difficult for him to breathe. Diego stoically continued to work his tongue around the head of Santiago’s tool while it unloaded inside his mouth.

  Santiago’s flesh prickled with goosebumps and he began to shake when his climax peaked. Diego pumped his mouth rapidly up and down on his friend’s cock, draining him completely. Santiago’s muscles tensed, and he started to tremble from
head to foot even more violently.

  A moment later, his cock spewed a final, high-powered, miniature deluge of fresh, hot cum into Diego’s mouth. Then the tide subsided to a sluggish dribble.

  “Jesus,” Santiago moaned, when Diego finally took his mouth off his prick, and took him into his arms to soothe him. Santiago’s body shook. He buried his face against Diego’s shoulder.

  “You all right?” Diego asked, in a voice thickened by the sticky cum lingering in his mouth.

  “Yeah. I guess so. Damn! I never came like that before! No one’s ever sucked me off like you just did.” Laughing breathlessly, Santiago looked up at Diego’s face, returning his smile. “And I sure as hell never saw anybody shoot off the way you did! It looked like a rocket launching, you horny motherfucker! Christ! I’m dripping wet with your hot cum, stud. It’s all over us. You must’ve blasted a gallon of that stuff.” His fingers fondled Diego’s limp cock and loose balls with avid curiosity. “You’re really hung, buddy! I guess a lot of the guys you’ve fooled around with have told you that, huh? You ought to be working in porno videos. Gay porno videos,” he specified, giving the word gay a rueful little inflection.

  “You keep on ‘experimenting’ like this, and you could be qualified to work in them, too.” Diego suggested, facetiously.

  “I’m not gay,” Santiago protested.

  “Of course not.”

  “You don’t have to be so smug about it.”

  “Sorry. Are you sorry?” Diego asked.

  “Not particularly,” Santiago admitted. He kissed Diego, lingeringly, on the mouth. “I have a confession to make,” he murmured.