A Nice Piece Of Straight Arse
I love it when straight boys catch me perving on them. I love it even more when that smile creeps across their face and they are secretly flattered. They always look a cross between confused and amused.
Nothing like a nice piece of straight boy arse.
Booze always helps.
I went to a wedding of a mate and one of the guests, let's call him Josh (I know the two Josh's) was one nice piece of het boy arse. And he knew it. And he didn't mind me looking at it. I'd perved on him all night. His face had got more flushed red and his smile broader and intense that later the night got.
"I reckon I could be a poof," he slurred to me, late in the night, drunk.
"Do you know what that entails?"
"Oh... I reckon."
"Do you have any idea what the entrance exam is?"
"Um." Broad drunken smile. Sideways look. "What?... No."
"Well, there is only one way to find out."
He stepped back, recoiled. "No." He looked scared. "No, I didn't mean that. I've got a girlfriend, I'm in a monogamous relationship."
I stepped toward him. Oh fuck it, I thought. "Well Josh, what did you mean?"
He shook his head, but his eyes flashed. He looked scared, but interested too, dare I say turned on.
"You gay guys get more sex." He laughed. "Any guy would like more sex." He raised his hands drunkenly in the air. "You'd both want the same thing. Not like chicks who use sex as a blackmail and reward system... um... er... so often."
"All you'd have to do is close your eyes."
He laughed.
"I'd do all the work."
He laughed again. "It would make a change."
“Think about it.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I have thought about it.”
Booze always helps.
I went to a wedding of a mate and one of the guests, let's call him Josh (I know the two Josh's) was one nice piece of het boy arse. And he knew it. And he didn't mind me looking at it. I'd perved on him all night. His face had got more flushed red and his smile broader and intense that later the night got.
"I reckon I could be a poof," he slurred to me, late in the night, drunk.
"Do you know what that entails?"
"Oh... I reckon."
"Do you have any idea what the entrance exam is?"
"Um." Broad drunken smile. Sideways look. "What?... No."
"Well, there is only one way to find out."
He stepped back, recoiled. "No." He looked scared. "No, I didn't mean that. I've got a girlfriend, I'm in a monogamous relationship."
I stepped toward him. Oh fuck it, I thought. "Well Josh, what did you mean?"
He shook his head, but his eyes flashed. He looked scared, but interested too, dare I say turned on.
"You gay guys get more sex." He laughed. "Any guy would like more sex." He raised his hands drunkenly in the air. "You'd both want the same thing. Not like chicks who use sex as a blackmail and reward system... um... er... so often."
"All you'd have to do is close your eyes."
He laughed.
"I'd do all the work."
He laughed again. "It would make a change."
“Think about it.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I have thought about it.”
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