Nervous curious str8 guy with a deep voice (Patreon)

Author’s note: All my characters are consenting adults (18+). All sexual acts depicted are consensual between the adult characters.

This is a real confession…

I see my life as a fag as an opportunity. Satisfy men who need it. Give them something they don’t get at home. New sensations. The kind they jerk off to later.

Late in one afternoon I got a Telegram message from someone I hadn’t spoken to before. He said he was straight. No gay experience, I saw online profile and was curious. He was in Lisbon and wanted to do something before he went home. He sent photos. He sent videos. I lost it.

One of them was him in a Peaky Blinders cap, sunglasses, drinking whiskey. Pure class. Pure masculinity. I was salivating. Gym guy. Almost forty. Tall. Stocky. Hard. Muscular. Tattoos up to his neck. He looked like a brute. A real macho man. I wasn’t going to miss that.

We agreed to meet near a deserted park where I like to suck cock. He said ten minutes. I left.

On the way I saw one of the hottest guys on my street coming back from the gym. Tall. Tattooed. A little gangsta. Beard. Dark hair always cut short. He greeted me the way he always does — enthusiastic, a wink. Too bad he’s almost always with his girlfriend…

Well, my phone kept vibrating. The man I was about to serve wouldn’t stop writing.

I’m shaking. I’m nervous.

There was a moment I thought it was just talk. That he’d block me and disappear, like so many of them do. It’s funny. The ones who tell me they’re my biggest fans, the ones who get the most excited to meet me — those are the ones who vanish the fastest. A strange pattern.

This one didn’t vanish.

In a little over ten minutes he was parked where we’d said. It was already dark. He got out of the car to greet me. Glasses. Short on the sides, longer on top, already going gray. An untrimmed beard. Jeans and a Pepe Jeans sweatshirt that sat tight on a body built in the gym. Sporty and a little classy at the same time. He shook my hand. Big. Hard. Calloused. He said his name and I heard that voice — thick, deep, manly. There’s something about a deep male voice that makes my legs go.

We walked into the park to find a place for me to get on my knees.

“You’ve never been sucked by a guy before?” I asked, like I always do.

“First time.” Short. Concise. The voice did the rest. “But they’ve always said gay men suck better than women. I’m curious, Very curious.”

We went into the bushes and I knelt. He opened his jeans and pulled it out. Uncut. A pair of huge, heavy balls, very full. I started sucking and the guy started moaning like he couldn’t believe it was happening. I held onto his thick thighs. They were shaking. He got harder in my mouth fast.

“Suck daddy. That’s it. Suck it.”

When I heard that, I went crazy. Of course I would suck daddy. It’s one of my favorite things. My mouth watered and I did what I do best.

“Do you like it, daddy?”

“Oh my God. That’s good.” Same thick voice. Full of charm even when he was falling apart.

“Suck daddy. Suck it all. That’s exactly what I wanted. Women don’t do it like this. Suck daddy out. Suck it. Fuck.”

Straight guys love that line. He was so verbal and I fucking love a verba guy.

My hands went up under the sweatshirt. Belly. Chest. Gym tits, shaved, tattoos under my palms. I squeezed his nipples while I worked him with my mouth.

Then I heard a bark.

Someone was walking two dogs across the field. I got scared and stood up. Only then did I realize it was my neighbor. The same one I’d seen leaving the gym ten minutes earlier. I wondered if he’d seen anything.

Daddy was still hard. We found a more secluded spot and I went back down. He was nervous. Trembling even more after the almost-interruption. My mouth settled him.

“Look at those big balls.” I said it while I handled them. Heavy. Full.

“Jesus. So good.” He moaned.

Every muscle in him was tight. I went over his chest again. His breathing sped up. I took him all the way in, then pulled off, wet, and did it again.

“I’m going to cum if you keep doing that.”

I didn’t play dumb. I gave it everything. Fast. Deep. He roared like an animal. Grunted into the empty field.

“I’m cumming.”

He filled my throat. Straight-male cum, a lot of it. I swallowed every drop. He kept shaking after. I cleaned him with my mouth and he was still somewhere else, lost in his fist gay orgasm.

“Are you okay?”

“Very well. Very well.”

We talked on the way back to his car. He said goodbye with a pat on the back. My job was done. He got in with empty balls and a new memory for later.