The Chronicles of Lex: Chronicle #2: Fucking a Str8 Guy

We talked a minute or two and he said he had to get back home. He had 
walked from his house to the strip, and he said it was a pretty long 
walk. Bingo! Here was my chance. I piped up, "Hey, dude, if you need 
a ride home, I'll be glad to give you a lift." He looked me up and 
down, and I could see him linger just a little too long at the bulge 
in my suit. The second I saw that, I knew I was gonna fuck this hot 
married guy. He said, "Sure. That'd be great."

We walked back to my jeep and got in. I stuck my hand out and 
introduced myself. "I'm Lex by the way." "I'm Mark," he said. I asked 
him where his house was, and he started giving me directions. The 
directions seemed simple enough, but if I was thinking about right 
street, it was a ways to walk.

Mark and I drove off. As we drove we chatted about the different 
sights and attractions at the beach. I asked Mark had he ever been to 
the cliffs to see the view. He hadn't. Knowing I might not be able to 
make a move on him at home, especially if his wife was there, I asked 
him if he wanted to check out the cliffs real quick. I quickly 
explained they were on the way to his house. Without a moment's 
hesitation, he said, "sure." Hot damn, not only was I going to fuck a 
straight, married man. I was going to fuck him outside, bent over the 
roll bar of my jeep.

We drove a few more miles and I turned off onto a dirt road. After a 
few twists and turns, we finally came to a secluded beach. 
Fortunately, there was no one around. I parked behind a group of tall 
bushes so we'd have some privacy later. 

As we walked down the beach towards the cliffs, I took my shoes off 
and started walking in the surf at the edge of the ocean. As I walked 
along, water splashed up and all over my body. I did this on purpose 
because I knew my bathing suit would cling even tighter if I got it 
wet.

We reached the base of the cliffs. I put my shoes back on and we 
started to climb. It took us about 10 minutes to reach the top. When 
we were almost to the top, I turned to check on Mark. When I turned 
my head, I busted him looking straight at my hot ass. I turned back 
and kept walking. There was that wicked grin again.

We finally reached the top of the cliff and walked to edge. We both 
stood there a couple of minutes taking in the view. It was an awesome 
view, and Mark and I both commented on it.

We hiked down from the cliff and started walking towards the jeep. 
When we were almost there I went for the gold and confronted 
Mark. "Mark," I said, "I know you're straight and married, but did I 
see you checking out my ass while we were hiking up the cliff?" 

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned pale as a ghost. "Dude, I'm 
not queer. Why would I be looking at your ass?" 

I kept pushing. "Ah, I see. So that means you weren't checking my 
dick out back at the computer store either, huh?"

He looked at me again. "Dude, you've lost your fucking mind."

I let it go for a minute as we continued walking towards the jeep. 
When we got back to the jeep, Mark got in on the passenger side. When 
he got settled in, I walked up and stood beside him where the door 
should have been.

I pressed my crotch forward slightly and raised both of my arms. I 
let one rest on the roll bar and the other rest on top of the 
windshield. I wanted him to get a good, long look at my body—my 
entire body.

As I stood there, he couldn't help but stare me up and down. I 
started in again. "You know Mark, I didn't mean to offend you. I just 
think you're incredibly hot, so I guess it was just wishful thinking 
on my part."

I could tell I was making him nervous by standing so close because he 
swallowed hard and took a deep breath before he said anything. "It's 
no problem, Lex. It's just that I've never seen a guy walk around in 
public in something so skimpy. I guess I was just admiring how good 
your body is. I work out a couple of times each week, and I admire 
other guys who take care of their body."

I took my left hand down from atop the roll bar and started slowly 
rubbing up and down my chest and torso. I put my right hand on top of 
his leg and started rubbing his leg and the inside of his thigh.

I looked at him and smiled. "You think I've got a good body, Mark?" 

His eyes were following my left hand up and down my torso. He broke 
his stare from my body and looked at me. "Sure. I can tell you take 
pride in your body and work hard to keep it looking hot." Don't think 
I didn't notice he said keeping my body "hot," and not "looking good" 
or "in shape."

I could tell being in such close, intimate contact with me was giving 
him a boner. I could see his cutoffs starting to tent, and I know my 
big ole schlong was starting to grow and snake down my right leg.

I finally couldn't take it anymore. I moved my right hand and grabbed 
the bulge in his cutoffs. Amazingly, Mark didn't say or do anything. 
He just looked down at my hand in amazement. I knew I had him.

I bent in just a little and moved his long back hair away from his 
ear. I whispered, "Mark, have you ever had sex with a guy?" He shook 
his head and uttered a simple "no." 

I went further. "Mark, do you want to have sex with me?" 

He turned his head towards me and looked straight into my eyes. I 
bent in and pressed my lips against his. He pulled back and just 
looked at me.

"Dude, I'm not gay," he said.

"You don't have to be gay," I told him. "Lots of guys like to fool 
around and experiment."

Again, I bent my head forward and pressed my lips against his. I used 
my tongue to pry his lips apart. Finally, I felt his tongue and he 
started kissing me back. I took that as a "yes."