I thought I was straight until I met Doug. The first time I looked him in the eye it seemed he was high on some wild drugs because his eyes looked so crazy blue, and as his gaze pierced through me I felt my cock start to twitch. He kinda had eyes like a pure-bred husky dog. Soon I realized he wasn’t high on anything; Doug was just very confident and relaxed, always in control, and crazy good looking. He was a pure-bred Bohemian from a Czech family that farmed close to a neighboring town. I was at a beer keg party when I first met him, and I was excited to find out he was fast becoming a friend of one of my regular party buddies, Richard.
A traditional Bohemian in the Midwest is a young guy who likes to drink and fight…that would be Doug all the way. But they are also known for being very strong and attractive, along with those brilliant blue eyes and pitch black hair. It’s ironic that in spite of their pure-bred beauty they almost always settle down to the farm with a short, fat, ugly wife who fucks them silly. These farm families have many children, so the wife is always pregnant and the husband is often known to drink and fuck around. Doug was oversexed and great to hang with because he was always horny, and he knew how to have fun. Richard spent a lot of his spare time with Doug because he liked the way women always seemed to come around looking for cock. Richard was attractive in his own way, but he couldn’t seem to attract the horny girls on his own.
One summer night I joined them. We were driving around in Doug’s truck, in a small town, openly drinking beer, and we talked about what we should do for fun. We drove past every house were Doug claimed he fucked one of his girlfriends. The guy was in very good shape, and it showed, and he had no trouble finding willing partners. I noticed that every time we talked about fucking his package grew a little bit, and I loved it. Soon it was dark and we all were feeling pretty high, then Doug stopped the truck in the country to piss. When we got back in the truck Doug was naked. He threw his clothes behind the seat and said,
“We’re gonna get laid tonight, so let’s all get naked!”
The dirty way he said ‘get naked’ almost sounded like a command, and Richard got nervous because he was a little shy, but I laughed and stripped because I wanted to see Doug’s cock for the first time. There was no way in hell he was going to be naked alone if I could help it! Richard sat between us, stiff and watchful, almost like an innocent child, constantly on the lookout so we wouldn’t get in trouble with the town cop. That’s when Doug said,
“Fuck, I’m not worried! I went to high-school with the town cop. I used to beat the crap out of him when we were kids. He won’t bother us.” And he didn’t because every time we drove past his patrol car Doug waved with an open beer, and the cop always looked the other way.
We drank a lot more beer as we drove around, and I kept trying to get Doug talking about fucking so I could get his cock to respond. I hoped, I tried, but all he would do is spread his legs so his meat hung down. I saw a hint of glory to come by his dash lights though. Soon all my chatter bored him and he pulled up to a small house where he said a horny single girl was living. We could see dim lights inside. There were few streetlights so it was dark, and no porch lights were on, so Doug got out and pissed again. Then he told us to get out and follow him. I did, Richard sat in the truck acting scared. We ran up to the door and Doug hit the bell. Soon an ugly girl came to the door; she squealed and started laughing in shock when she saw us. Doug pulled the door open and forced his way in. We waved back to Richard and he soon followed.
After we got inside we scoped out the house to see if the girl was alone. Doug decided it was safe, and I didn’t care what happened after that because I was pretty high. I caught Doug checking out my junk a few times in the dim light of the room, and I was thrilled. The girl who let us in was a turn-off, and I thought she was kinda stupid. But Doug was horny so he sat with her on the couch, and I joined them. Doug only got half aroused at first but I was impressed. He was cut, and I estimated he might be 8 to 9 inches…well worth the wait! Soon I was goofing around because Doug wanted the girl to suck him, but she wouldn’t, and he was getting frustrated. She kept looking at my uncut cock and was curious about it. So I stood up and gave her a show,
“Ever see a cock with extra skin before?” I asked as I shook my dick around, and I played with it until it was hard. I noticed Doug was paying a lot of attention to me and he was laughing hard. So I carried on,
“Want me to pull the skin back to give you a real show?” I asked with a devilish grin as I stood up. She said yes, and I did. I also hooted and hollered while slapping myself in the ass. They all laughed loudly and the party was on. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Doug’s cock hanging a long way down between his spread legs, and I tried to think of ways I could get closer.
After the laughter died down I sat on the couch and checked out my surroundings. Soon I found a bottle of fingernail polish. Being drunk and stupid I opened the bottle to sniff it like glue, or a popper, and they all laughed again. Then I suggested the stupid girl paint my cock with it. She thought it would be fun, so I got on my knees and stuck my cock in her face, skin pulled back. She gently took the tiny, wet brush out of the fingernail polish bottle and gently brushed my cock head. It was cold, and I was too drunk to notice that it stung. Doug immediately did the same and stuck his huge dick in her face from the other side. He wanted to be painted too.
Glory! What a man! I finally got a good look at his cock, and it was heaven! She tried to paint a face on Doug’s big cock head and I rolled laughing because with every tiny stroke his dick stood up a little more stiffly until he was fully erect. It was really erotic for both of us, and I was fully hard now too. Doug kept pushing his dick toward her mouth and I knew he wanted someone to touch it. She wouldn’t do it though. So I started to move into position to get closer when I heard Richard clear his throat; sounding nervous again. Richard knew I acted a little gay sometimes but he didn’t mind. That’s what friends do. But he knew Doug better than me and simply asked,
“Doug, what did you do to your cousin when he tried to suck your dick?”
Doug didn’t answer right away, but when it was obvious the ugly girl wouldn’t suck he responded,
“I waited until I had him alone, and when he tried to grab my cock I fucked him up. Busted his jaw I think.” Doug said it like it would be a normal thing to do.
Needless to say the mood was ruined for me and I stopped moving in. Richard protected me in his own way, but damn the situation was erotic, and I was turned on! The stupid, ugly girl wouldn’t touch Doug no matter how much opportunity he gave her, and I was super drunk so the rest of the night was a blur to me. I know we drank more in that house, but that was my last memory for many hours.
I was in the back seat of a car, and I heard laughing. The sun was coming up. I was cold and realized my clothes were gone except for my underwear. All of us were in our underwear. Doug was driving. Richard was passed out in back with me. A different girl was sitting next to Doug, and it was obvious they had been sexing it up from all their talk. There was another girl in front that I didn’t know as well. Then I said meekly,
“My dick hurts.” Suddenly the car was rocking with loud laughter, and it woke Richard up.
“You’ve been passed out for hours…then the first thing you say is my dick hurts!!?” laughed Doug, “that is fucking hilarious!” he said.
Images of fingernail polish came to mind and I felt a definite burning going on with my cock head. Not being cut meant my little guy was extremely sensitive, and the fingernail polish was still stuck there. It started to hurt a lot! I freaked and told Doug to pull over so I could get out. I was all arms and legs; hopping around in pain. He followed me and we stood behind the car. The others were looking out the back window at us. Doug loved the situation and chuckled openly at my antics.
“Look man, that polish is still stuck on my dick and it hurts, bad, what should I do?” I asked as I pulled back the skin before showing it to Doug.
“I know” said Doug with a big smile, “mine hurts a little too. You suppose we can wash it off with something?” he asked.
“It would take something strong.” I responded while I inspected the purple colored head of my dick.
Then Doug pulled a bottle of whiskey out of the trunk, and he told me to get back in the car. We drove up to a river bridge on a gravel road, and Doug parked where we couldn’t be seen. He told the others to wait for us; then he told me to follow with the whiskey bottle in his hand. I looked back and saw Richard’s eyes were big, but I could tell he was laughing and he couldn’t wait to find out what we were doing.
We ran down a path to a small river that flowed under the bridge. The situation was starting to turn me on. Doug was leading with that whiskey, we were in our underwear, and I could inspect his tall, almost naked frame from behind as he jumped into the shallow river stream. Doug had lots of black fur on his chest, and his muscles looked really good in the morning light. He led me downstream where the channel took a bend, and we stopped under the shade of a tall green tree. Nobody was around. He told me to take off my shorts and handed me the bottle of booze as he took his off too. I was fucking hot and turned on now! My dick started to swell because his was getting stiff too.
“Wash your dick with that whiskey,” he said, “let’s see if it won’t take off that fingernail polish”
I pulled back the skin and dumped whiskey on my dick, and I started to rub it to remove the polish. The more I rubbed, the more the polish flaked off, but at the same time I was jacking it because I loved the view of Doug’s big meat. What a man! He poured whiskey on his dick too, and he started to rub the remaining bits of polish off his cock head as well. He didn’t have as much to remove, but he kept shaking his dick, and he seemed to be enjoying it as he watched me stroke. Soon he poured more whiskey on my cock head, and I started stroking like mad. He began to get turned on from watching me jack, and he stroked more as well. His cock was massive, and he was beautiful, and dangerous, and fun, and smiling, and oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! I came so hard that I stood on my toes. Then he came too, shooting several feet out into the water. We both stood there for a while in the afterglow of a climax, and Doug seemed surprised at how hot we had become.
I washed my dick with a little more whiskey to rinse off the remaining fingernail polish. It finally all came off. Doug was funny and acting shy after we jacked; pulling on his shorts quickly to cover up. I laughed and followed him back to the car. I still jack and cum quickly every time I think about Doug standing naked in the river like a fucking Adonis. It was fantastic fun, but it never happened again, and I lost touch with him after I moved away.
After 25 years I looked him up again. He is still farming the land that he inherited from his grandfather, and I was happy to discover that he still looks sexy as fuck. Doug recently divorced because his 3rd wife couldn’t accept him fucking around with other women. I’m trying to get him to pose for a few pics. Wish me luck!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4cbocg/straight_sex_stupor_mm_muglyfm
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