At that time I had no air conditioning in my living room, so he had his shirt off. He was slightly nervous, and I was ever so slightly aggressive. Once we arrived at my small apartment we got high and little drunk. He was on his way to his sister's a few miles away, but agreed to come to place for some weed and beer. I picked him up and engaged him in conversation. I saw a young stud with jeans, boots, and an open shirt on the road hitch hiking. This is a true story of one occasion when I was fortunate enough to get a young straight stud to fuck my mouth.Ībout seven years ago I was driving around. If the man I'm blowing has kids - a true breeder - that is the ultimate thrill for me. Nothing excites me more than servicing the cocks of straight men. I am part of the sub-group of gay men: faggots.
