I’d had a very long day. So glad it was over! I popped into a favorite gay Happy Hour to take off some edge.
This particular bar was very popular. Commanded a wide range of ages and types. As usual Happy Hour was packed.
I was lucky enough to score a small table near one end of the bar. Beer in front of me, I settled in for my favorite past time. Man watching. Specifically, man ass watching.
It didn’t take long at all for one butt to draw my attention.
Not my usual type. I tend to be drawn to hairy, stocky blue collar types. This guy was tall lean and in tan dress slacks.
But? Oh what those slacks did for this man’s ass!
Thin fabric. Perfectly molded to his butt. Back seam bisecting and disappearing between his cheeks.
The guys he was talking with must have took note of my stare. He turned and looked at me. I unabashedly raised my beer in salute. If he was offended by my stare, his fine ass shouldn’t be in a gay bar.
He walked over.
There was something about his bearing. Upright, head high, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Then he came to a stop in front of me. Wide legged stance, almost as if he was at parade rest.
Parade Rest! That was what his bearing reminded me of. A military stance.
I smiled as I looked him over. Military haircut. Blue eyes. Neat little mustache. Very lean. Not especially muscular. His rolled up sleeves revealed little in the way of hair.
Still, all in all a very attractive man.
“My friends say you were checking me out?”
I shrugged! “Your friends are right. I was checking you out. In fact I was staring at your pretty butt. In fact I’d like to buy you a drink in appreciation.”
“Appreciation?”
“Yeah! That fine butt of yours greatly enhances the view around here.”
He laughed grabbed a chair and seated himself. I went to the bar, got us both fresh brews and sat back down. We made small talk and I learned my speculation was correct.
Military.
Army Recruitment Officer.
His presence in the bar was a bit of a surprise. I know there’s that whole “Don’t ask Don’t tell” thing! But attending Happy Hour at a gay bar? Risky! Our city isn’t that big. Chances of him being seen here are pretty good.
Still he was interesting to talk to. Better to look at.
Then he said something kind of strange.
“Are you sure you’re straight?”
Huh! I’m sitting with the man, in a gay bar. Just bought him a drink and told him I appreciated his fine ass. I was flabbergasted. Speechless.
Then he just continued talking, like he never said those five words.
Eventually, he got around to the topic of sex. I indicated I was interested. He invited me to his place.
I’ll admit, I got a tad anxious as I followed him outside of town. Hoped I wasn’t about to get myself in a slasher situation. I mean I can defend myself against most men. But a trained soldier? Not so sure!
We pulled into the drive of a nice ranch home. When we got out, he asked me once again if I was straight.
I began to suspect this guy had a thing for seducing straight guys. I decided to play along.
“Yeah! Of course I’m straight. Why do you keep asking? You some kind of fairy or something!
He denied being a fairy, but his face flushed, and I saw his hands shake with excitement.
He offered me a beer. We sat on the couch, as he tuned the t.v. to some sports channel.
Not looking me in the eye, he asked” Have you ever messed around with a guy?”
I played along. “Fuck no! I’m not a fag! Are you?”
He denied he was gay. Then, “You ever thought about having a guy suck your cock?” ” Fuck no! God! Why are you asking this shit?”
As I said that I leaned back, spread my legs, like I was getting comfortable. Idly adjusted my crotch. Watched his face as his eyes glued to my basket. Watched his tongue lick his lower lip.
“Hey man! I think you want to suck my cock. You do don’t you?”
I shook my head as if in disgust.
“It’s just you seem kind of horny. And well I don’t mind helping a guy out. I mean a guy’s mouth shouldn’t feel any different than a chicks. Right?”
I acted like I had to think about it. Man! Sometimes this role-playing shit is work. Finally as reluctantly as I could manage. “Fuck! I am horny! Guess your mouth is better than nothing. But you better not breathe a word of this to anyone.”
He assured me he wouldn’t. Then asked if I minded if he stripped down. I shrugged. Trying to act as if it was no big deal.
In two shakes of a lamb’s tail, he was naked and kneeling between my knees. Fishing my fat dick out of my jeans.
His eyes widened at the view. Seven inches of very wide girth, uncut cock.
“Man you sure are hard! Are you sure you’re straight?”
At this point, the whole “Are you straight” thing was getting old. I merely grabbed his head and mashed his face against my cock.
” Fucking open up and suck my fucking dick Soldier Boy.”
He opened wide and got the head inside his mouth. Then just held his head there like he was waiting for something. I responded by palming the back of his head and began face fucking him.
That seemed to be the ticket.
He seemed into the face fuck, subtly urging me on, so I complied for a bit.
But a blow job isn’t what I wanted.
I reached own and fondled his naked ass.
Smooth, like fine velvet! “Man! You’ve got skin like a girl. “
I slid my finger into his crease, massaging his opening. “A hole’s a hole. Bet your soldier boy cunt is really tight. You gonna give me your man cunt, Soldier Boy? Bet you’re just dying to have my big straight dick in your poop chute!”
His mouth still on my dick, he made a half hearted protest. Mumbled about never having a dick in his hole. All the while he was pushing against my finger. Like he was trying to ride it.
I pushed him to the floor. “Better go get a condom and lube, bitch. I know you don’t want this thing going in dry.” I stroked my spit wet dick.
Once again he made a token protest, but almost miraculously produced a condom and lube.
I took the condom, peeled back my foreskin, and slid it on my spit wet dick.
“Better lube that soldier pussy up, get it nice and wet for my straight ass cock.”
I watched him lube his hole. When I judged he was slick enough, I stood, dropped my pants to my ankles. Grabbed his arm and manhandled him face down, ass up on the couch.
“Yes Sir! Look at that pretty soldier boy ass! All soft and pretty like a chick’s!”
I caressed each firm little globe, exposing the slicked up hole. “Hmmm! All pink and pretty. Just like a tight little girl pussy.”
I slapped his butt hard. “How about it Soldier Boy? You ready for a straight dick to split your little soldier pussy open?”
“No! You can’t fuck my tight little hole with your big straight dick! Can’t make me your bitch! I’m straight!
I lined up my dick with that pretty pink hole and pushed. Damned if he didn’t push back. Kept going until I was fully sheathed in his tight gut.
“Fuuucckk! Mmaannn! You’ve got your big straight cock inside me! Filling me up! Shhiitt! It’s too big! I can’t take your big dick in my little hole!”
At first I was concerned that I really was hurting him.
Then he started moving , moving my dick in and out of his ass. Subtly letting me know, we were still play acting. I got with the program.
“Bitch! Your little Soldier Boy cunt is so tight! Feels so good! Quit whining. Take my straight dick like the bitch you are.”
I got down to business. He offered up token protests. Kept up his role playing. Me? I pounded his Soldier boy hole for all I was worth.
I must have been hitting his joy button with every push. At some point he gave up pretending he wasn’t enjoying his hole pounding. Begged me to pound his hole harder. Faster.
At some point as I pounded into him, my hands had gripped his shoulders to hold his body in place. Accidentally my hands slid up and around his neck. It was a loose hold, wasn’t trying to choke the man. But apparently it was all he needed to cum.
I don’t know what angle his cock was at. What I saw was cum shoot from under him, past his head to land on the couch arm.
Between that sight, and his body clenching down hard, I emptied inside him.
When, both of us finished cumming, he collapsed belly to the couch, into his own cum.
My dick slipped out of his hole with a squelch. I got a quick look at his red ,open, Soldier hole, before his cheeks obscured it.
He lay there panting, as I leaned over to whisper in his ear.
“You sure you’re straight Soldier Boy?”
I forgot this guy’s name. Never saw him again. Still the whole “Are you sure you’re straight?” thing has stuck with me. I can’t be the only guy in the world who thought the whole thing strange. I’m betting someone else played this game with him out there. Would be cool if they read this. It would be even better if Soldier Boy read it himself! If you do read this story by chance, Soldier Boy? Know I’ll always have fond memories of your tight Soldier Boy Pussy!