Does it make me gay? So I’ve sucked other men’s dicks. I love women. I love the feel of a woman’s body. The soft flesh of her breast and the supple firmness of her ass. I love the scent of her skin and perfume. The heat of her touch and the soft fury in her lustful eyes. The taste and aroma of her sex. I’ve loved them since I first felt the gushing of feminine orgasm. There are things that people consider gross. Hell, when I was young, I wouldn’t have thought of putting my tongue on a woman’s asshole, much less a man’s dick. The hell of it was, I sucked a dick before I ever had the nerve to fuck a girl. It just worked out that way. Back to what I thought was gross. I promise I wasn’t looking for a dick to suck. Never even thought of doing it. Yeah, I’d heard of guys doing it, but only in derogatory and sophomoric ways. Dirty jokes and slanderous insults. You know how high school boys are. I didn’t hold anything against homosexuals. Didn’t even know any. I was just part of the eighties culture when it wasn’t as mainstream as today. Maybe accepted would be a better word than mainstream. Think about it though, when you are in the passions of sex, you do things off the cuff that you might not otherwise do. Lick her asshole or whatever you thought was gross. Sometimes you just can’t help yourself. At least that’s how it was for me. That night will live in my memory until the day izmit escort I die. It was a Friday afternoon. My best friend, David, and I were in my old rusted out Ford pickup. Two shotguns hung in the back window. Both of us, sixteen years old and not a fucking care. We were young and free. It was September and still hotter than a mother fucker. Back in those days, you could buy beer at eighteen years old. I wasn’t worried. I could buy a case of Schafer’s or Milwaukee’s Best for six bucks down at Darbun Country Store. They were far enough back in the woods that they didn’t bother with asking for ID. As long as you had the money, you could buy beer, cigarettes or whatever you wanted. We didn’t smoke so a twelve-pack and a ten-pound bag of boiled crawfish and we were headed to the creek. As I said, that night is a memory as vivid as a red blanket to a wild bull. From the big assed armadillo that was unlucky enough to meet my front tire on the back road all the way through the time it happened. I still think about it some nights. Sitting on my front porch with that old familiar beer buzz. That fucking night.I don’t know what time it was. Had to be past midnight. I had several beers in me and David did too. We weren’t drunk. Just a heavy buzz. We were full of crawfish and nabs. What’s a nab? Hell, where have you been all your life? Nabs are what we call those orange yahya kaptan escort crackers with the peanut butter in between them. Our backs against a pine tree and our asses on the ground, we talked about girls and guns. Yeah, we were country. The subject of Miss McKenzie came up. We both thought she was smoking hot. I told him about the time I dropped my pencil and got a look up her skirt. How tight those cotton panties stretched over her mound. How creamy white her thighs were.“My dick is hard just thinking about it,” I joked.“Mine too,” David said, finishing his beer, “And I didn’t even see it.”“If she were here now,” I said, popping the top of my fifth beer, “I think I’d let her suck my cock.”“I don’t think she would want that little shrimp of a dick,” my friend joked, “I think she would rather my loggerhead.”I was feeling good and mellow by then, taking a double gulp, “Sounds like you’ve been peeping at the urinal, buddy,” I prodded, “You a little limp in the wrist?”“Stiff in the dick is more like it,” he countered, “Nothing limp here.”“Me too,” I affirmed, “Too bad she isn’t here.”“Yeah,” David agreed.The night was hot and the stars bright overhead. The beer was almost gone. I fished one out of the cooler for him and one for myself. Nothing left but a few Cokes. My buzz was strong now. Still not drunk but not far from it. gebze escort I tossed him his last beer and sat back down next to him, “To Miss McKenzie and her panties,” I said holding my can of beer out for a toast.“Fuck her panties,” David laughed, “I want that pussy.”“You ain’t getting that pussy tonight,” I said, shaking my head, “But I tell you what. I’ve been fucking hard for two hours. I’ll make a deal with you.”“What deal?” He slurred, the beer doing its job.I don’t know why I said it. Joking maybe. But I said it. I said it out loud, “You suck my dick and I’ll return the favor.”“Fuck you,” he laughed.“No,” I answered, “No fucking, just a suck.”“Okay, then,” he challenged, “You got a deal. Whip it out.”“Bullshit,” I laughed, “You ain’t got a hair on your ass.”“You’re just afraid that you will have to keep up your end of the deal. So whip it out or stop writing checks with your mouth that your ass can’t cash.”“I’ll write you a check,” I slurred through the haze of six beers, pushing myself to my feet. My balance was off a bit and I nearly fell on my ass again as I unbuckled my belt and pushed my jeans to my knees. My cock stood straight out from my hips, pointing at his face, “Time to cash that check.”David sat there, eyes bugged out like saucers. He couldn’t believe what he saw. Just inches from his nose was my hard white dick. It throbbed, as I stood naked in front of him, bouncing up and down with every rapid beat of my young heart. It seemed an eternity that I stood there naked. I wondered what would happen, half hoping he would back down. Again hoping he wouldn’t. As I watched him down the last of his beer, something changed in his expression.