STRIP!!!

Sonny strips for Dean... then fake spooge trials. <g>

At least 99% of the e-mail I get is from folks saying how much they love the site, but it's funny how the complaints stick out. Every now and then you get the same email like three or four times, which is of a complaint in nature, and you think, "Hmm, wonder who else thinks that?"

The most recent case in point; saying the guys aren't straight... and it's a classic case of wanting to have the cake and eat it, too. Most everybody wants the real straight guys to do very gay things, but if they do it too well, then some people complain that they're not straight. Like if I'm an American, and I speak French as a tour guide, and I speak it too well or know France too much, I'm no longer American? The guys are paid well, immensely well lately, and as Caleb said the other night, "the straight guy circle jerk is way better than working an eight hour day at the gym."

It's all in how you look at it. The guys know that you know they're straight, so they're ok with their masculinity, but they also know the better they are at crank turning, the better they'll be paid and the more work they'll get. That's why you see the negotiations on camera... It's a bending process: too much too soon and they'll snap. I know just how far to push each guy, and, sure, on that rare occasion where the guys let their guards drop and they just get in the moment, it feels good and they really get into it. But they aren't gay: It's my job to get them there to that comfortable place. Sex feels good; regardless of whether it's a guy rubbing against ya or a girl. Wanting to see a naked guy or a naked girl when the only reward is sexual satisfaction, that's what determines for which team you play. These guys only want to see women naked; just hang out with them for ten minutes and there's no doubt about it. <g>

So, without further ado, I present Sonny and Dean. Both entirely straight, and both banging more girls (off camera) than you can count.

Indeed, how familiar Sonny and Dean are with the "straight guys doing not so straight things"™ routine is evidenced as soon as the camera begins. "So you guys ready?" I ask, as casual as could be, without the slightest bit of apprehension.

Then, after checking the girlfriend status of each of the guys, I recalled Dean leaving his phone number for a waitress at a restaurant where we had lunch a few days prior. "He saw her boobs on the first night, but he's going slow," I told Sonny with a smile. Going slow and seeing boobs on the first night just didn't seem to go together, but what do I know, I've never tried to get to second base, ever. <b>

So, anyway, we talked about that for a bit then I explained, "Neither one of you is bashful... We've, both, firmly established that you're both straight. So today, we're just doing a little roleplay."

I explained that the amount of money they received depended on how well they did, then explained that there were themes involved.

"We've got mind over matter, because there's going to be something that's very... might be, I don't know, not like, uh, it might be, if you think about it the wrong way, it might be like disconcerting.

But it's really just you're own thoughts, so we're gonna prove it's mind-over-matter."

"It's bad," said Dean.
"Yeah, it's bad." chuckled Sonny back.

The other theme, though, a balance of power, was to be the start.

"Sonny's actually gonna strip, and uh, you get to be the patron," I told Dean.

With him in the chair, Sonny began dancing to the music and ripping off his strategically cut clothes.

Sonny was doing a great job, with his ass shake and even telling Dean, "Hey, don't touch!" with a slap of his hand. It was too funny, with Dean inserting dollars into Sonny's butt crack, and Sonny grinding his ass onto Dean's lap. <g>

But of course, with Dean and Sonny having already been together, in the most literal sense of the word, in Hawaii, a simple lap dance wouldn't be nearly intimate enough.

"So why don't you lick his dick?" I blurted.

A bit befuddled at my directness, Dean replied with a stunned laugh, "Alright, so what does that entitle? That was very, uh, that was very blunt. Usually you're like, 'you do...'"

"He's just like 'hey'" Sonny interjected.

Dean laughed, "Yeah... can I at least take my shirt off? ... It's hot as fuck in here."

I told him he could, and he came back with, "I'll do the ball bag first."

The next thing you know, balls were in his mouth. <g>

He continued the licking and sucking. Going down on the head and tugging the shaft until the cock in his face started to grow.

I shot from beneath as Dean sucked on Sonny's balls some more.

Dean continued his mouth to cock contact while Sonny balanced on the bunk bed. Sonny's member grew in response.

By the time he had hopped on the bed face up, Sonny had a full hard on.

Dean continued licking and then he told Sonny to flip over, ass up.

With Sonny's face in the pillow, Dean commanded Sonny to lift his ass...

No, you have to watch the video.

Well, OK, a little something to whet your appetite:

Then, a few minutes later, Sonny had one leg up on the rails of the bunk and the other dangling off the side. Dean had his right hand stroking Sonny's hard prick and his left middle finger moving in and out of Sonny's ass.

This was not their first time at the barbecue.

A minute or so later, it was time to move upstairs for the mind-over-matter portion of the evening.

As they sat on the bed, I told the guys, "You get it in the face. So you, it's just a warm-up for later."

Of course, I was referring to the giant vat of fake cum I had created the night before and the real activity I had planned for a few minutes after the trial run. Knowing the sensation, having something to approximate the real, I figured it'd be easier for the guys when the time for it to really happen came.

So, I ran them through the paces with the fake...

And they ran each other through with the real.

Of course, there was also that whole on the bed making out thing, too...

But to see that, or the fake, or the real, you've GOT to watch the video. It'll leave ya with your pants open and an orgasm made. <g>

Real straight men.
Real spooge.
Real satisfaction.

Damn! I love my fingering and cumshot-in-the-face-of-straight-guys job! <G>