I’m a young guy who is in most aspects straight, but I do have a bi side. I like to say I’m straight, just h**** for d*** sometimes. I’ve been writing stories about some of my experiences because I have a little spare time and it’s fun. All these stories are true and happened in the last few years.

—Source Youngbiguy Literotica.***

When I was in high school I loved being surrounded by cute girls all the time. I had a couple girlfriends, and a few s***** experiences with them, but I was still a virgin. I was pretty timid and shy, with a small-framed and smooth build. I was pretty short (for a guy), with a boyish face. I knew I was straight, but never considered myself very masculine or macho.

In my spare time, which I had a lot of, and when I didn’t have a girlfriend, which was often, I would often cruise the Internet and watch p***. I was especially drawn to oral and a*** videos with big dicks and big c** shots. My d*** itself is a decent size, but I loved watching videos of guys with huge c**** and tiny girls sucking them or taking them up the a**. Slowly I realized I wasn’t paying much attention to the girl specifically, I was paying more attention to the c*** and what she was doing with it. I then slowly realized I was fantasizing more about being in the girl’s position than the guy’s.

This scared me a little and often made me ashamed of myself, so I would try to focus more on girls and straight s**. But no matter how many times I felt embarrassed, and no matter how many times I tried to distract myself, when I was h**** I kept thinking the same thing: I wanted to be face to face with that d***, I wanted to s*** it, I wanted to get fucked. I was never attracted to men, neither their faces or their bodies, there was just something about a big d*** that made me want to feel it in every way. It became a secret obsession of mine.

I read a lot of stories here on Literotica about straight or curious guys hooking up with random guys they met. My favorite was (and still is) about a married guy who met a guy in a sauna during a business trip. Other stories I saw were about gloryholes in public places. I would have loved to come upon a gloryhole with a big anonymous d*** sticking through, waiting for some attention. Whenever I was in a public bathroom I curiously checked the stalls for a gloryhole, but never found one. The stories I read seemed unrealistic, and I couldn’t imagine stuff like that actually happened in real life. The ideal situation I thought of was finding a well hung stranger in some isolated place, where I ended up on my knees hungrily sucking him off, and eventually being leaned up against a wall or bent over d********** to take his thick c*** up my a**. I felt like such a s*** fantasizing about this and desperately wanted it to happen. I knew it never would, but it was exciting to imagine. I hesitantly got some gay p***, and while I still preferred watching girls, it was new and taboo to watch guys act out what I was h**** for.

After a couple years without any effort to seek out and try this fantasy of mine, I resigned to the fact that I probably never would. It was the summer after my high school graduation, I had been without a girlfriend for several months, and was getting ready for college in the fall. I was glad to be out of school and was really enjoying the summer. I played golf, hung out at the beach, partied with friends, flirted with girls, and got a part-time job working in a bookstore. Over 4th of July weekend we had a few relatives stay at our house for about a week, and I had a good time sightseeing and socializing with them.

One night I got home in the evening to find the house empty and a note saying they went out to dinner. It was nice to get some alone time, and I was feeling a little h**** so I went to my room and popped on some p***. I laid back on my couch and starting jacking, and after I relaxed a little I switched to a gay p***. I was enjoying myself when I heard a knock on my door. Panicking, I tried to stammer out “hold on” while I zipped up my pants and tried to turn off the video, but the door was already opening. I quickly switched off the p*** and turned around to see my uncle Pete standing in the doorway, looking a little surprised. Considering he had a full view of the screen, he definitely got a good look at what I was watching, and what I was doing.

“Hey, Pete, I thought you guys went out to dinner” I said nervously, hoping maybe he didn’t notice.

“No, they went out but I was napping. Busy day, you know.”

“Ah.” I replied, and then there was silence.

“So…” he said, seeming like he wanted to confront me about this.

“I’m sorry” I stammered out, “I thought you were away, so I..”

“Hey don’t worry about it. By all means I know how it goes. I’m a guy too you know” and he laughed. “You mind if I come in?”

This took me back a little bit, but I didn’t know what else to say so I invited him in. He sat down on the other end of the couch as I tried to hide the fact that my pants were half undone. Pete is a good looking guy in his mid 30s, with a nice, pretty toned body and a nice smile. He is real down to earth, and I’ve always gotten along with him well.

“Seriously Ben, it’s not a big deal at all. If you think other guys don’t do that too you’re sadly mistaken.” He said it in a way that kind of put me at ease. He started to talk about being a guy and how frustrating it is sometimes being h**** all the time. I began to feel much more comfortable, and he assured me I had nothing to be embarrassed about.

“Hell, I don’t know how I got anything done when I was your age” he said “the amount of time I spent alone in my room with some dirty magazine or comic book.” and he started laughing and I laughed back. We started to share stories of this sort: close calls, strange locations, and how lucky I was to have the Internet to find all the p*** I wanted.

“Speaking of which, what was that you had going there? He asked. That reminded me that I had gay p*** playing when he came in, and I was nervous all over again.

“Oh just something I got off the net.” I said.

“Hey pop it back on let’s see what you got” He said with a grin. That surprised me again , but I went to my computer to turn on one of the straight p*** clips I had. It was a video of a tiny girl sucking a guy off. He gave me a wry, knowing look, like he knew this wasn’t what I was watching, but he didn’t say anything.

“Hey…good stuff. Man I wish I had stuff like this when I was your age” he said.

We watched a little bit and talked about it, made fun of it, laughed, and I began to feel comfortable again. After a while he started to slightly massage his crotch over his shorts, but I pretended not to notice.

“Ah what the hell” he said after a few minutes, and put his hands down his shorts to continue. “I hope you don’t mind”

“No, it’s cool” I said, trying to act like it wasn’t a big deal.

“I can’t help myself,” He remarked, sensing my apprehension, “This stuff is hot as hell.” and then he added in “feel free to join in” with a sarcastic laugh. I didn’t know if he was being serious or not but I thought “what the hell” and so I started jerking off too.

With that, Pete pushed down his shorts and pulled his c*** out. I caught a surprised glance of his d***, the first d*** I’ve seen in person other than my own. I pretended not to look but couldn’t help but notice it was beautiful. It was about half erect as he was jacking it, and it reminded me of the dicks I had seen in all the videos I watched and fantasized about. It grew harder as he jacked it and I couldn’t help but catch glances of it. I have a good sized d***, I’ve measured it out to almost 7 inches, but his was a good deal bigger and thicker, perfectly shaped with a thick, cut head and a very closely trimmed bush.

“I’m sorry Ben, I realize this might be embarrassing you.” and he started to pull up his pants.

“No, it’s alright, really.” I said, maybe too eagerly, and he continued jacking.

“You know, no one talks about it, but a lot of guys do this. You know, do this together.” he said.

“Yeah, I know.” I replied. even though I didn’t.

“…Have you ever seen another guys d*** before?” he asked after a pause.

“No I haven’t, you’re the first.” I said, laughing nervously.

“Well..?”

“Well what?”

“What do you think about all of this?” he asked.

“It’s okay, I never thought I would see one like this.” Again laughing nervously. Then without thinking I said “You have a very nice d***.” and immediately thought that was a little too forward and revealing. He smiled a knowing smile and thanked me.

After a pause he said “So..you like it?” He looked right at me, nodded at at his d***, and gave me a look. My heart started racing. I looked at him, looked down at his now fully erect and beautiful d***, nodding my head.

“Would you like to feel it?” he asked. I couldn’t believe this was happening, and what he was asking me. Here was a d*** for the taking and all I had to do was reach over and get it. Without answering I scooted over on the couch, he took his hands off his d***, and I gripped it with my hand. It surprised me by how warm it was, and it was thick, filling my hand perfectly.

“How is that” he asked.

“It’s….very nice” Was all I could manage to say, weakly and under my breath. I began to stroke his d*** up and down slowly, keeping a steady firm grip. He let out an approving moan and shifted further down the seat. I looked back up at him, he smiled and gave another nod to his d***, and that was all I needed. Slowly I leaned over until his d*** was right in front of my face. It looked even bigger so close to my face, and I licked my lips. “This is it” I thought, as I opened my mouth and took the head into my mouth. I kept a firm grip on the base as I felt his d*** move into my mouth, and I sealed my lips over his c*** head.

“Oh ..yeah…” Pete said with a groan. It was so warm and big in my mouth and I couldn’t get over that I was sucking a guys d***. I began to get more comfortable with the feel of it in my mouth and I started going further down on it, getting more of it into my mouth. I shifted my body so I was crouching on my knees next to him on the couch, still jacking him as I licked and sucked him off. I started to really enjoy it, and by the sound of it he did too.

I sucked him like that for a while, then he pulled my head up, took his shorts off, and had me get on the floor. On my knees, I crawled between his legs, gripped his d*** and started sucking again. I was at a better angle this time and could get him deeper into my mouth. Feeling like a s*** I built up a rhythm, pushing his c*** in and out of my mouth, licking and sucking. I tried to get as much of his shaft in my mouth but came nowhere near the base. Every so often I would pause to jack him while I licked up and down his shaft. I have no idea how long I sucked him for, as I had no concept of time at this point. It could’ve been an hour, it could’ve been 5 minutes.

I was bobbing my mouth up and down like a pornstar when he managed to say “I’m gonna c**…you okay?” All I could manage was a muffled “mmhmm” with his c*** still in my mouth. I started to s*** harder, and my heart started to pound even harder in anticipation. His breathing became sharper and more intense. He grabbed his d*** from my hand and pushed my forehead back, slipping his c*** out of my mouth. He gave it a couple pumps and I watched a thick load of white c** burst out and felt it land on my cheek and across my nose. It caught me off guard, it was so hot and heavy on my face. I opened my mouth, gasping, and he rested his c*** on my lower lip as he dumped the last few shots right in my mouth. It was hot with a strange salty taste, as I felt shot after shot of c** cover my tongue. With his c** still in my mouth he pushed his c*** back into my mouth and rubbed it around my lips. I closed my mouth and swallowed, feeling the thick load slide slowly down my throat. I grabbed his d*** and licked a drop of c** off the head of his d***, while he lay back and put his arms over his face.

“Oh man.” He said laughing. “Oh man….”

“I know..” I said. I was breathing heavily, still kneeling there with my uncle’s d*** in my hand. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I got up on my knees, holding his c*** it to my chest and jacking it slowly.

“Oh wow…wow.” he kept saying. He looked at me and smiled “looks like you’ve still got some there.” With a couple fingers I felt the wad of c** draped across my nose and cheek. “Did you enjoy that as much as I did?” he asked. I nodded fully.

“To be honest I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” He laughed when I said this.

“I thought so, considering what you were watching when I came in.” We both laughed, and he handed me a tissue to clean off my face as he pulled his shorts up. “If you ever want to again, let me know.”

“Definitely.” I replied and he smiled.