I don’t know if I have a ton of stories, but straight guys have always just felt comfortable and safe with me, I guess. I came out in high school without much setback and had four guys that DM’d me on Facebook that would share their curiosities and ask if I’d ever be down to “hang out.”
And even in college, straight guys would get drunk and tell me how “cool” they were with gay guys and gay rights, which always wound up being code for “I’m curious.” One time, I was out at the bars with some girl friends and one of their guy friends was super drunk, and he was like, “I just love gay guys, ya know? I wish everybody would just let you be and let you get married,” blah, blah, blah, and later in the night, he told me he had to go to the bathroom and asked if anybody was coming with him. And I was like, “No, why? Do you need help?” And he drunkenly held out his hand to pull me up from my seat and led me to the bathroom, which was a single person bathroom at this particular bar. I was gonna wait outside the door, but he was like, “Don’t you have to piss too?” And I was like, “Yeah, but I can go after you,” and he goes, “Fuck it. We can go at the same time.” So we peed in the toilet at the same time, and I saw him start rubbing his dick, and then he sort of gestured at it like, “do you wanna...?” So, I sucked his dick in the bathroom, and a couple weeks later, he messaged me on Facebook asking if we could “hang out again sometime.” And he became one of my regular fuck buddies in college.
Straight, married guys at cruising parks. Straight co-workers. Ooh! That’s a good story. So, one time I was working at a restaurant, and the manager was gay, and he used to like to keep me and the really hot, straight bartender as closers. And one night (it was a slow, shitty night), we were cleaning up our sections, finishing side work, and the manager was like, “Anybody want a drink? Top shelf.” And the bartender and I were like, “Fuck yeah.” So, he poured us all drinks, and we probably stayed after close for two or three hours, which at one point turned into streaking around the restaurant, and I ended up sucking my manager’s dick at one of the tables while the bartender was in back, and he came out and was like, “Hey, I’m gonna take off,” but caught me blowing the manager, and he was like, “Oh my God! Sorry! Carry on! I didn’t mean—” And after several Tanq & Tonics, I was like, “I’ll suck you too if you want.” He was hesitant at first, and just started with jerking off while he watched, but eventually he came over and dangled his cock in my face. And it was a beautiful cock. Top 5, no doubt. The hot, straight bartender still sends me dick pics every now and then, and we haven’t worked together in over 3 years.
You really just have to make straight guys feel comfortable, like it’s a non-event. Like it just sorta happened. And it has to be THEIR idea. The more you act like you want it, the less interested they become. Even with the hot bartender, when I offered to suck him too, my tone was more like, “I suppose if you reeeeally wanna...” instead of “feed me your cock right NOW!” Ya know?