An old acquaintance I knew some 20 years ago had a thing for "straight guys". He knew a great looking, well-hung, muscle guy in the military, self-identified as heterosexual, who on occasion would condescend to be orally serviced. This military guy was on leave in Hawaii, swimming in the middle of the day at a beach which didn't have a lot of people at the particular time he was there. A guy swam over to him and started chatting him up. He didn't use his name but the military guy clearing recognized that he was "Tom Cruise". "Tom" had been eying him from a distance for some time. One thing led to another and the military guy agreed to getting sucked off. This guy never admitted to anything else, and "Tom" apparently never would admit to being Tom Cruise, simply that they "looked a lot alike". My source was VERY reliable. As to whether or not his source was reliable, coming from a "straight" guy, why would he lie? I now live in a rural area. I understand the safety and security in mutual blackmail.
Another story one of you may be able to help me with. About twenty years ago, from a different source (an exceedingly reliable one) I was told a story. At the time I was told it had happened five years previously which would place the time sometime in the 1980's (???). This friend was working as an architect in Australia. He was just exiting from a gay bar onto the sidewalk one night and looked up at this guy walking toward him down the sidewalk. This guy coming his way was very impressive, hard not to look at, but I guess my friend stared a bit too intensely. The guy confronted him and said, "What the fuck are you staring at !" or something to that effect. My friend, who was not a big guy in comparison, said something to the effect of his being a great looking man and it was hard not to look. I asked him if he was nuts and he said he thought the same as soon as it came out of his mouth but for some reason he was nervous and didn't know what to say. It became apparent that the guy was drunk. My friend apologized and made excuses but the guy started following him. At one point the guy told him to follow him into the park they were approaching, and he would let him "do him". My friend, who had also had a few drinks, took the risk.The guy did let him do him and at one point asked him to his hotel. My friend accepted. The guy was an Australian football player. I don't follow Australian soccer or rugby so the name that came out in the story meant nothing at the time, and when I asked my friend to repeat it, he wouldn't. He said it was a slip of the tongue; he had promised the guy he would never mention his name. The name meant nothing to me so it went in one ear and out the other. I seem to remember Val or Lyle. He said that the guy at the time in Australia was to football what at that time Wayne Gretsky was to hockey (I'm Canadian what can I say). My friend fucked him.From what my friend told me the guy was a power bottom to say the least. He kept yelling, "fuck me, fuck me". At one point point the guy, who was still completely drunk or high, got rather threatening about it. He wanted it rougher. My friend got REAL nervous. He realized that this guy, twice his size, was out of control and at the end of it, if the guy turned, he could get the shit beaten out him. He told him he didn't feel as comfortable as he would in his own home and suggested they hop a cab and go there where he could really give him what he wanted. The footballer agreed. At one point my friend told the cabby to stop the car. He jumped out and told the driver that the guy was drunk just take him to his hotel. The footballer started screaming out the window something to the effect of. "YOU WOULDN'T FUCK ME,YOU WOULDN'T FUCK ME!" Some kid on the sidewalk said to his dad, "that was so-and-so!" His father grabbed his son by the arm and pulled him along. My friend just ran down the sidewalk wanting to get away as fast as possible. In same position I would have taken the risk and fucked the living daylights out of him. But then I would never had said to a straight guy walking down the sidewalk how cute he was. I have done searches on the internet in the past but don't have enough to go on. Was it Lyle or Val? Was it the first or last name? Was it rugby or soccer? The guy was a top player at the time. I don't have more to go on than that. I haven't spoken to my friend for close to twenty years.
