I’m not gay, i swear.

Can guys respond too?

Being a man is a lot of things. For me, i prefer a man that isn’t afraid to take control of a situation. Personally, i am a little bit submissive when it comes to confrontation, so it is really comforting for me to have a man that is willing to take charge and do what he knows is right. I actually have a good example.

The other day, my really good friend and i were just getting done shopping at Bed Bath and Beyond, because hey! Who doesn’t love smelling good? We were holding hands, (we are close, not gay) on the way out and to put it in perspective, i am about 6’5″ 200 lbs and he is 6’3″ 185 or so. Some guy walking into the store sees us holding hands and calls us faggots.

Now, i am pretty non-confrontational when it comes to these sorts of things. I am totally fine just brushing him off and going on with my day. In the end, he is a sad, angry man who is projecting his insecurities onto us. But my hunky friend tells the guy off and begins with this whole diatribe of people like him hating what they don’t understand. The man doesn’t back down, but leaves the argument throwing slurs at us.

Again, this doesn’t really bother me because neither of us are gay. When we got to the car i turned around and told him that i thought that it was really brave what he did back there. He kinda laughed it off and said the guy was just being an asshole. I am a firm believer that when you do something great like that, you should be rewarded. So i drew gave him a hug. He’s been single for a pretty long time and just appreciates the physical contact. I could tell by his bulge pressing against my leg. I wasn’t really put off by it, because i understood how that feels. So i told him that i had a gift for him.

We hopped in the car, turned on some System of a Down and were jamming out in no time. The hype train was real. We were rocking our heads and doing what young white men do;be total dicks on the freeway. We got back to my place just as Aerials was ending. We got out of the car and both went to the back seat to get the new lavender bath beads that we had been waiting to try (separately).

I ducked down into the car and put my butt in the air right in front of him. He accidentally bumped into me, and i could feel that the physical contact boner was still there, which was fine. It might have just been that i was wearing some thin silver sports shorts and could feel his penis pressing against me for one agonizing second. I remember that he pushed back all of a sudden, blushing, giving a kind of friendly glow.

“It’s alright.” I said to him as i kinda swiveled my hips in front of him. Now i have to confess. Every straight guy has wanted some sort of butt-play at some point in their lives. They say that women have a very fluid sexuality, so i think that it’s okay for men to give each other stimulation and not inherently be gay.

At the beginning of this post i said that i appreciate a guy that can take charge of the situation, and that’s just what my friend did. He grabbed me by the hips, and i could feel him grind his crotch into my ass.

“Thanks bro, i really needed this,” he said through awkward gasps of breath. I could already feel his cock being hard as rock. I pushed my ass back up on him, which only made him pull at my hips more, pressing me against him.

He took off his jeans in almost an instant and pushed me into the back seat of the car. I actually had to open the other door because i was to tall to fit otherwise. With my head kinda leaning out the other side i felt him pull my shorts off. I didn’t resist. I love a man that can take control of a situation. Luckily for him i always go commando when i am wearing shorts, because honestly the feeling of freedom that you get is second to none. His thick firm hands took grip of my ass and spread my cheeks apart like Moses and the red sea. My ass was already wet with anticipation. I could feel his thick veiny cock press against my ass and i made it a point to turn around and tell him that what we are doing wasn’t gay. It was just two bros who haven’t had sex in a long time, looking for a release.

He spanked my ass hard and laughed, “of course bro. Do i look like some sort of fag to you?”

And i remember telling him, “No, but you better fuck my ass like one.”

And with that he pressed into me. I gave a bit of resistance since i wasn’t used to this sensation, but after some more pushing, i could feel his head pushing into my tight ass. It hurt a little bit at first. He poured some of the lotion that we had gotten at the store onto his cock, making it smooth and easier to insert. After a few thrusts, i began to enjoy it a lot. My hands were on the pavement as i was flat in the back seat and i was drooling onto the ground. His thickness was throbbing inside of me. Every push. Every thrust, i wish i could feel a thousand times over.

“Do you like your gift daddy?” i said as i pushed my ass up his dick going against his motion. I pushed him deeper than he had been before and i could tell by the way that he squinted his eyes and pursed his lips that he loved what a good submissive boy i was being. He pulled out of me and told me to get on my back because he wanted to “look a bitch in the eyes while he fucks them.”

Like a good boy, i got on my back and spread my legs. One latching onto the space between the door and the front seat, and the other on the space between the back space and the wind shield. I reached up and touched his warm, sweaty chest. I strained to come up and lick his hard, pointed nipples, but he pushed me down. Denial. I fucking loved it. His face changed from in charge to in ecstasy as he inserted his hard cock into me again.

He leaned down against me so that our chests were touching and i could feel his stubble on my neck. My neck has always been a hot spot for me so the feeling of his chin scratching against me was driving me nuts. I felt my toes begin to curl as something strong was rising in me. His heartbeat against mine, and every inch, every thrust almost felt like it was timed. I tore my nails into his back, pulling him down harder on me. The pressure felt phenomenal.

His sweat dripped onto my face but i didn’t care. He looked me in the eyes and asked me where i wanted it. His breathing was swift and shallow. I knew he was about to cum. I imagined him shooting his warm, white, ropey load onto my face. Catching his seed with my tongue and licking it up like a good boy but it was his parade so i pulled his head down and whispered in his ear,
“finish where you are.”

He pulled back and looked me in the eyes and nodded. The sweat was falling on me like light rain, and it was fucking hot. He pushed deep twice. Thrice. I could feel his warm cum filling me up from the inside. He pulled his fat cock out of my worn ass and i felt his cum spill out as i had no control over it anymore. I was almost convulsing in pure pleasure. I did my best to make sure his cum didn’t touch the leather seats. I used my fingers to scoop up as much as possible and suck it off my finger.

He leaned in to kiss me, but i pushed him away telling him that i don’t kiss other guys because i’m not gay. We’re not gay. I wiped myself clean, put my shorts back on, and cleaned his cock with my mouth.

“Thanks for taking charge back there,” i said to him as i pushed him on his chest and laughed walking away.

“If that’s what i get for telling someone off, hopefully we meet a bigot everyday,” he called back to me.

Honestly, i am not gay. I could never carry a romantic relationship with another man. But i am willing to do whatever i can if a man is “being a man” to me.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/642icm/im_not_gay_i_swear