Introduction: Straight Trade

I had just gotten off work when I heard the phone in my front pants pocket go off. I pulled it out to see who it was calling me at 1:00 o’clock in the morning. It was a text message. I instantly recognized the number. It was Claude, and I was pretty sure I knew what he wanted. Come over and suck my dick, it read. I was tired and hungry, but his text message got me a little horned up. I told him I was just getting off work. Come over. My lady’s at the club with her girlfriends. She won’t be back until late. The thought of Claude naked sealed the deal. “Fuck it,” I said to myself. I told him I was on my way. I wasn’t that far from his apartment. It didn’t take me long to get to Claude’s place. I tugged at my dick as I got out of the car. I get off on the mystery of sneaking around. My heart was racing like crazy. I trudged up the steep steps that lead up to his apartment. It’s finally happening, I thought, we’re finally going to do this. I tapped gently on the door. Claude soon answered wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. It was on.

What is it about straight men that turns us on so much? Perhaps it’s the joy of bending that hypocritical hetero majority over on all fours and having our way. As a gay man I have had more than my fair share of some hot straight trade, planting doubt if not dick into their tits-and-ass way of thinking. It makes me wonder if straight and gay still exist, or if they’re just another label we all feel the need to use in order to keep our identities intact. Just goes to show nothing is ever simply black and white. And as I scavenge through online personal ads, snagging on the occasio...