STR8 Male Seduced
submitted December 6, 2003
This story is the property of the author. All copyrights belong to the author. If you have the chance, please check out my other stories under titles with “redneck,” Toby Keith, Kenny Chesney, Tim McGraw, etc. No claim to any actual person’s sexual preference is noted here (get it fantasies). Check for more stories under www.nifty.org; section prolific authors. E-mail is firstname.lastname@example.org, thanks for all the great e-mail from nifty’s republishing of some of my stories. Happy Holidays, Kenneth
STR8 Male Seduced…
First of all, guys, if you are reading the stories here, then guess what; bi, str8, gay or whatever, then enjoy life, its way too short. I don’t mean be short on intelligence or safety; please life is too short, don’t help speed it along by being stupid. Second, never limit yourself or hide yourself by telling someone, “I’m x, y or z." We are limited by those self-inflicted locks that we place on our lives. Gay men are the most notorious for creating fake lives (especially on the internet or a resume). We can be anything on paper; it just doesn’t make it real. I take facts from everyone that I know, talk with or have encountered and spin stories, ideas or fantasies for each of us. Some are true and some have hints of truth. As far I am concerned, unless you know straight on yourself; then consider my word (written or spoken) to be the gospel.
This story is about a friend of mine, Padgett. He is in a lot of my stories and he is definitely my mentor. He is the living embodiment and proof that a man can be gay, intelligent and well groomed, yet a redneck or even appears str8 if needed. This is a story he told me about seduction of a str8 man. Enjoy…
My name is Kenneth and I have this friend, Padgett that is without question a male slut. I adore him and envy him though. First, we both look enough alike to be brothers, except for the weight thing. Yeah, I know, all gay men think they’re fat. I’m not fat; I’m big boned, as my favorite cartoon character says. Really, the only difference is the weight and maybe the attitude. First, there is me, 5’10”, 190pds, brown/green, mustache/goatee; a true Scorpio and more scholar than blue collar. Plus I have a partner of 11 years (handsome Nuyorican). Next, there is Padgett, 5’10,” 180, brown/green (sparkling), mustache/goatee and also a Scorpio. He is the slut Scorpio. We both learned a long time ago that he is about 10” compared to my more modest (lets just say a little smaller, but not much). Now I don’t have anything against flirting or even with a little “tryst” on the side, but Padgett has no shame. Now we are both 42 and I must say, we both look in our mid to late 30’s and I feel great about it.
I’m into the casual, suburbia, jeans, t-shirt and loafers look; Padgett is into skintight jeans, boots and skin tight t-shirt look. He does dress business casual for work and sometimes off duty will dress in the more typical Floridian style. Padgett’s motto is “if it shows package (either front or back) wear it.”
Now, let me tell you as a friend, I can still be pretty objective; he has a fine, hot, bubble ass. Also, that, huge package with those unbelievable low hangers, definitely deserve to be seen and noticed.
On to the story at hand, so to speak, before I forget why we’re here. Padgett and I both work in the same industry, which is medical staffing. I travel to all types of clients offering all types of medical staff for their needs. He primarily travels to hospitals and deals with the upper level administration.
During one of his client visits, he meets Nate. Padgett describes Nate as a 30 – 40 something cutie; average but with a great smile. Now Padgett and I both have excellent gaydar; he says that the ping on Nate is slight if at all. So watch out everyone a challenge sets his hormones racing. Nate has been designated as his point of contact for contract negotiations and implementation. How convenient; they have to meet every night for about two weeks to work on this project.
At the end of the two weeks, I meet Padgett for happy hour and he says guess what? Nate and I are going to Orlando to pitch the final proposal to his corporate office and staying over night. I look at him and say, Padgett; Orlando is only about an hour from here, why over night? And with that shit-eating grin of his, he says to finish my real project of course, Nate. Now, we had already discussed that in the past two weeks, Nate has expressed zero interest, no more pings on the gaydar, nothing. Like I said earlier, a challenge sets Padgett’s hormones racing. I tell him well give me all the details at dinner on Sunday.
*From here on Padgett’s actual recollection*
I left on Friday around 4pm to meet up with Nate at the Gaylord Palms Hotel, how ironic, the name, huh? We were meeting his corporate officers for dinner during a weekend conference to pitch our final proposal. At 7pm we met in the banquet hall, did our thing together; it went off without a hitch. They loved us and blessed the project. We thanked them and left them to go celebrate. Nate and I agreed to meet up around 10pm for drinks to celebrate. I told Nate that I would be dressed down and he said fine so would he.
I showed up in the lobby bar dressed in my best jeans, boots and starched dressed shirt. Nate showed up in jeans, loafers and a silk t-shirt. Looking so cute and fuckable. Nate took one look at me and appeared stunned. He says, I never would have guessed you did the cowboy look. He says it looks good on you. I thanked him and said he looked good dressed down also.
We decided to taxi over to downtown Disney for a little celebration and hit all the bars. Around 1am, we decided to head on back. I had dropped all the hints that I could all night long that I would definitely be interested in hooking up but never seemed to get through. Once we were back at the hotel, we both decided to turn in. I asked Nate if he would like to have one more drink from my honor bar. He says sure and off we go. We both drink Jack and Diet; so I mixed up two (really strong). Nate sits down on the sofa and says, Padgett can I ask you something? I tell him shoot. Nate, asks, are you gay? I don’t mean to upset or offend. You don’t look or act gay (what that mean’s I still wonder) but I get the feeling you might be or at least bi.
Nate, I don’t like labels. If you like someone, what does it matter if they are a guy or a girl? I mean being safe and smart doesn’t mean one gender or the other. Nate, says, then that means what? I tell him, Nate, 100% faggot. I love men. Nate asks all the typical questions. Why, what, how, etc. I ask Nate, have you ever done anything before with a guy. Nate says not even a kiss. Well, let me tell you something. I may look like a cowboy by night and Executive by day, but I like nothing better than sucking face with a man. I tell Nate this and then I tell him that if he’s interested in a confidential experiment that I would love to kiss him and show him what its like.
Now, I’ll by-pass the flirting and charm that was needed to get this far, but I can tell you that since I love the art of seduction; this went very well for both of us. Eventually, Nate says okay, very, very nervously.
I lean in and first a peck on those sexy, pouty lips of his. Then I lean in and slowly built the kisses up until the heat took over and we were with tongues in each other’s mouths.
We were stretched out on the sofa with me leaning over him; my hands under his shirt feeling his nicely built and somewhat hairy chest. I thought I moaned and realized it was Nate. After a while, I asked him would he move this into the bedroom. He and I both stood up; hand in hand, walked into the bedroom. There he kicked off his loafers, slid off his shirt and now stood there in nothing but jeans. I pulled off my boots, took off my shirt and was only in jeans also.
We came together kissing again, and hands exploring each other’s bodies. I unbuckled Nate’s belt and he unbuckled mine; both our pants slid to the floor. There I stood in tidy whities and him in boxer briefs. I loved them. They hugged his package but gave some freedom. I reached out and slid them down his hips and watched as his beautiful, 8” cut prick slapped up against his belly. I slid my own off. He looked at me and said you are so handsome. I said, Nate, you are pretty hot yourself. You hide a lot in your clothes and your reserved attitude. Don’t. You need to be out there. You are a gift to be treasured.
I took his hand and we both lay on the bed making out. We turned around to 69 and Nate took his first cock and put it in his mouth. I told him go slowly and do all the things that you would like done. I then started on him in the same way. After a while, Nate says, I’m not sure if this is okay, but I would like for us to jack each other off. I turn around in bed and tell him, what ever makes you comfortable and you are okay with.
Now, let me tell you, Nate’s cock is made for sex. Its cut, about 8” and points straight out. His balls are nice and full; hanging low. We start jacking each other and Nate says this is great because we can still kiss; plus I can see you while this is going on.
After a few minutes, Nate starts moaning into the kiss as do I. I pull back long enough to tell him, when you get ready, let it go, don’t stop, because that’s what I’m going to do. Not long after, the moaning starts again. During the kiss, we both tense up and I can literally feel our souls mixing while our cocks are shooting cum everywhere.
As we both slow down, I pull back from a kiss and tell Nate, hope this doesn’t gross you out but…and then I spread our cum all over us both. I tell him that I think it’s sexy as hell.
He looks at the mess and says damn, did I need that or what. I tell him well if you liked this, then you are definitely are going to like what I show you later. He smiles and says how about a nap first, then a shower, then definitely later.
*Back to my conversation with Kenneth*
Yes, it started out as a challenge but here it is a year later and we are still dating. Padgett, I tell you, you surprised me. Usually first timers don’t last. Padgett says even if this doesn’t last forever; it’s at least lasting for right now.