Special Bond

You know, I don't ogle straight boys per se. There is such a thing as the straight boy, gay boy code of ethics. It goes something like this, they promise not to punch us and call us faggots and we promise not to hit on them, or turn their girlfriends against them. Or get together and punch them up - let's face it, more of us, per head, go to the gym - for calling us faggots. They admit that they like us and acknowledge that they understand that it isn't that we are trying to make it compulsory. Just optional, no recriminations

But, it is true, many a straight boy has been helped out by a gay brother quite happily... well, all down line of history, really, let's face. Drugged straight boys can always be relied on for their pants falling off. Ecstasy poofs wasn't coined for no reason. Drunk blokes, are nearly as good. Isolated blokes. Blokes in prison. You get the picture. It's secret men's business. Never to be spoken of in mixed company. Eros forbids it.

Okay, so gay boys can’t always be trusted to keep up our end of the Special Bond, gay boy/straight boy code. The key word is always, because nearly always we do. But sometimes, when your straight bro is pissed and grumpy, or pissed and weepy, sometimes it can help... him.

"My girlfriend doesn't understand me."

"Oh really, come sit with me, I’ll try to make you feel better."

“What?” he says. He looks cross-eyed. He shifts over to the chair next to mine.

Then the gay guy gets to work on him. He pretends not to understand what it going on as his pants come undone. 

It turns to steel. 

It leaks precum magnificently. 

It is not long before he pushes the back of my head down hard onto his monster that just about cuts off the gay boy's air supply and he shakes violently and then squirts his sour jizz over and over and over into my throat. He shakes and makes gagging sounds like he too can’t get air, until he goes all floppy like a rag doll.

The gay boy has to swallow it.

Straight boys are usually grateful... and happy. They seem to be the most frustrated market segment. It calms them down. It's a service.

They always blow like rockets.

They usually become all gentle and submissive. Oh, I don't mean up the clacker... but sensitive to every touch. Men like being stroked and admired.

He laughs and whispers in a really croaky voice. “I so needed that.” He had an impish. Grin on his face. His jeans were still unbuttoned. His beautiful cock was shrinking quickly.