I have a buddy who has a fetish for straight dudes. He prefers men who were married, are married, or have girlfriends.
He befriended a younger guy in his 30s who worked with him. A tall, beefy man with a nice moustache and warm smile.
This man would drop by his house on the way from work, have a drink, and open up to my friend about all his woman problems.
They even worked out regularly together. And shared their sexual exploits with each other although I think my friend changed the pronouns from “he” to “she” so dude wouldn’t know he liked a thick dick and plump male ass from time to time.
This went on for months.
“Well, is he gay or bisexual or not,” I asked.
“I don’t know. Sometimes from the conversation and the fact he is always trying to hang out I think he may be.”
“You never hit up on him sexually?”
“Well, we went to the gym and would shower at the same time.”
“Don’t you think it would be just easier to go online and get a real gay man to hook up with. That just seems like so much trouble.”
“Immanuel, I like my dudes like I am — masculine. I don’t like sissy acting dudes.”
“Okayyyy,” I responded. And I changed the subject to something else.
Another friend of mine, “Clyde,” is a businessman who lives in a luxury apartment building overlooking downtown Washington, D.C.
He started dating “Anton,” a short dark-skinned cocky guy shaped like a sparkplug who had been in prison and did car detailing. Clyde would take Anton out to dinner. To sporting events. To trendy clubs where they would sit in the RSVP section and order $125 dollar bottles of champagne — Clyde picking up the tab of course.
Sometimes Clyde would have parties at his house. The crowd was decidedly black gay professional. But Anton was there.
“Come on, dude knows you are gay and hangs around you when gay folks are around so he must be gay,” I said to Clyde. “And he was in the pen for a few years so you know he at least let some guy suck his dick in the shower.”
“Nah, Immanuel he is straight,” said an emphatic Clyde. “But I’m enjoying turning him out.”
Clyde explained one night they came home late from an event and he plied Anton with liquor and weed and started making out with him. Clyde went along for a while and then was like, “Nah, nigga I’m straight.” And he bounced with a disgusted look on his face.
I think Anton may even have punched Clyde. I can’t remember. All I do know is that the refusal made Clyde want Anton more.
Several years ago I was at Clyde’s to watch a Floyd Mayweather boxing match on TV. When the match ended the party devolved into an orgy.
Anton hung around and came to the door of the bedroom and watched us fuck around. Clyde stood by him and played with his hard dick through this clothing but Anton was too shy to do more than stare at all the entwined bodies before his eyes.
Mutual friends said Anton was really gay and was just playing Clyde to get wined and dined and entertained. But I don’t know. My friendship with Clyde ended so I never found out whether Anton got turned all the way out or just flirted on the borders of Faggotville.
It might be a fun game to play with straight boys but like I said before. Why waste your time when there are so many available gay men?