Erotic Gay Tales 15: My Straight Latino Friend

What exactly is it about the hot straight guy that is so appealing? Is it because you can't have then, even though he's smoking hot? Is it the longing and the requited desire? Is the fact that he's off-limits, as though he were a hunky prince and you were a pauper? In any case, throw in a hot latino straight guy and we got fireworks.

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He withdrew, leaning back. "Dude, are youare you gay?"
I nodded. So the secret was out. I didn't care that he knew. He was my good friend and it was time for people to know. I was just looking for an excuse and a way to come out to him. And take him along for the ride.
His eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open. "Have youhave you ever had sex with a guy?"
"Yeah," I admitted, looking directly at him. There was nothing to be ashamed of. There was nothing wrong with being gay. God made me the way I was. He also created gay sex for me to enjoy.
The truth was that I had lost my anal virginity the summer before, with a hot Texan cowboy that was twice my age on his ranch in Dallas. And I loved every second of it.
Still shocked, there was a hint of intrigue in his eyes. "How do you do it?"
I leaned closer, close enough to smell the excitement on him. Excitement mixed with his unique manly musk. He did play on the school's football team, after all. It was a fragrance of extreme curiosity mixed with a deodorant like Old Spice. It was intoxicating to the male homosexual like me, to say the least.
I inhaled deeply, and he did not move.
I whispered in his ear, "I could show you."

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