11-24-2025, 04:29 PM
Terri moved her hand down to her fiancé's lower body and pressed her fingers into his groin to feel the thick, firm erection pressing against the fabric of his jeans. She suspected that the warm stiffness stemmed not only from the stimulation of her probing fingers but also from the contents of the card he was reading for the umpteenth time. This was one of the most precious things she enjoyed about the man in her life, the man she had chosen as her soulmate for the rest of her life. Her ear pressed to his chest, she listened to the slight acceleration of his pounding heartbeat. Even if he wasn't very verbally expressive, those living organs that constituted his sex conveyed the nuances of his desires and intentions with endearing complexity. "Oh, come on, sweetheart. Admit it! You really want to try it. Don't tell me you haven't been curious about something like that for a long time."
His answer was quick and almost irritated: "I'm not gay."
"I know, sweetie. If a girl had slipped you this card at brunch today, I would have found out right away and strangled her. But the thought of another guy being into you makes me wet so quickly." He managed to undress her in record time and was amazed at how often she had an orgasm, always with trembling intensity.
"Damn it!" he thought. "If I bring her to such an intense climax and the sex continues to be this great, I have to keep going as long as I can. What a way to start the new year." The trigger for this whole New Year's mood was an anonymously delivered, homemade Valentine's Day card from an apparently gay friend. It read:
Roses are red, violets are blue. I know you have a great girlfriend, but I'll still love you!
Roses are red, violets are blue, I should know better, that's true, but you'll stay in my head!
Roses are red, violets are blue. Don't be offended, I'm a guy who wants you, dude!
Roses are red, violets are blue. You've probably wondered if that's true. What's it like to give a guy a blowjob!
Roses are red, violets are blue, you give me one, Jude. My love for you will always be real!
Roses are red, violets are blue, we come to a secret bed, you will know how much I love you!
Roses are red, violets are blue, let's be naked together, don't hold back and let's fuck!
I'm so turned on by you, Jude. I'm sure you know that. I know you're not gay, but why don't you try it with another man? I'm super discreet. No one ever has to know. Afterward, you can just leave, and no one will notice. I'm so in love, I suggest we meet on Valentine's Day. But with Terri, I know that might be difficult, so we can meet the weekend after if that works better for you.
Just admit it to yourself: you want to know what it's like to suck another cock someday. Why deny yourself that curiosity? Here's my email address: hot4jude@xxxmeet.net. If you're not interested, just write back. If you don't reply, I'll know you're doing something that's not hurting anyone and at least thinking about it. I'll get back to you within a few days before Valentine's Day and tell you who I am, when and how I fell in love with you, and where we can meet.
Love from a secret admirer and passionate lover you would love to have!
It was Terri, not her fiancé Jude, who replied the next day.
Dear Hot4Jude,
First off, I know where you're from (HA! HA!). Jude's a really sexy guy. But I hope you are too. I can get really turned on when there's a cute guy who wants to make out with my guy. I want another hot guy to seduce Jude and get really intimate and passionate with him. Do I know you?
If you text me and tell me who you are, and I think you're cute, then trust me when I insist that Jude meet up with you on Valentine's Day and flirt with you—as a Valentine's Day gift for me. I know his gay cousin gave him a blowjob once between serious relationships. According to Jude, he was good at it. But I don't think (or I'm not sure) if he's ever given another guy a blowjob before. If I agree to this little Valentine's Day rendezvous, he'll grant your wish for him to give you a blowjob.
One more question: Do you feel like masturbating while you're having sex with Jude? I look forward to your reply soon and suggest you send me some pictures of yourself.
XO in appreciation, Terri
PS: You could really score points if the pictures showed you naked.
Dear Terri,
I'm just so excited that the idea of Jude having sex with me turns you on so much. To be perfectly frank, I want Jude to be my gay lover. But I love your devotion and the openness with which you express your feelings. I want him to be your straight lover (and husband) too. Do you think that's possible? I hope I'm sweet enough for you. I'm Tristan Bellwether, and we've known each other for a while. I was Jude's tennis coach (sort of, I assisted Jed Numbers) when he was in college. Yeah, I know. It was a terrible season.
In my Valentine's Day message, I wrote that I would explain how I fell in love with Jude. When I was coaching the tennis team, I was struck by his ever-smiling blue eyes and his radiant smile. When I helped him serve, his muscles visibly tensed, and his scent made me dizzy, as if I were high. But it wasn't until the locker room showers that I truly fell in love with him. Most men shower rather discreetly below the waist in each other's presence. But some are completely relaxed and wash themselves as they normally would. That was Jude. It didn't matter if we had just lost a match; those smiling eyes would glance at a teammate while he chatted, and his hand would almost absentmindedly soap and rinse his crotch, penis, testicles, and thoroughly washed pubic hair. His hips were almost tilted slightly forward, as if emphasizing his hygiene over any sexual advances. Well, it was a sight to behold, and more than once I found myself almost running to a pantry to hide the fact that I was getting an erection.
Mind you, I've always known I had a thing for well-built men, but it wasn't until I met Jude that I realized I was gay through and through. I broke up with my girlfriend at the time and started looking for gay flings, hoping to one day be Jude's equal, or even better. Four years later, that still hasn't happened, and I owe you a huge debt of gratitude for letting me confide in you about my intense feelings for Jude. Whatever happens, I hope we can be close friends from now on. Yes, I ejaculate and shoot a hot load when I dream about sleeping with him. Haha! I'll see if I can send you some nudes sometime.
... The rest of the correspondence concerned the motel where they would meet and other logistical information for a Valentine's Day meeting.
Dear Tristan,
Everything's ready, Sweetie, and Jude seems a little suspicious of the whole thing. But I think he's a little excited and curious to see how it'll all turn out. Me? I get wet every time I think about it. Haha! So I call you Sweetie, like I call Jude, but I feel like I know you like a brother. I know you, but we didn't know you were gay. You're a bit shorter than usual, but I think you're really cute, and I'm sure any nude pics you could send me would turn me on a lot. The thought of the two of you naked and in each other's arms almost makes my fingers freeze. Haha!
I know exactly what you mean about Jude showering. Sometimes I sneak in and stand way back in the tub while he's showering, and ask him to pretend I'm not there. Watching him wash himself as the water rushes over him, casually humming and singing in his soft voice, is the most sensual thing I've ever seen.
As for Jude, who will be both your lover and my husband, we'll just have to wait and see how things develop. Whatever happens, I just have a feeling I can truly trust you and that you wouldn't hurt us or yourself. We're soulmates when it comes to the finer things in life. Haha! But he'll definitely be at the motel at 6:00 PM on Thursday night, doing whatever you ask of him.
XO with hugs and kisses, Terri
PS: For your information: Jude has such a cute ass that he enjoyed it when I fucked him with a strap-on every now and then over the last year or so.
Tristan waited in an unassuming, almost sterile motel room, determined not to look slovenly in front of his new lover. He wore his best beige cashmere sweater, but his first impulse after checking in and inspecting the room was to undress and leave the door unlocked. He would greet his new lover naked on the queen-size bed. He had started blind dates under similar circumstances before, but his common sense told him this would be too daring for a first encounter with a nervous straight man.
When his partner knocked on the door on that unusually mild evening, he opened it and Jude came in, dressed in a grey hoodie and worn jeans.
"Hello Jude! Thank you for coming by."
Jude stared at him, speechless and almost fearful, and suddenly dropped to his knees before the startled Tristan. He placed one hand on the standing man's waist and reached for the zipper with the other. His mind had been racing all day. He couldn't wait to see the man his fiancée had urged him to meet and embrace in physical intimacy. He would find out once and for all whether he would enjoy or be repulsed by giving another man oral sex. Tristan was instantly aroused and became as hard as a rock. Was it really true that the man of his dreams would finally take the center of his masculine arousal into his mouth and suck an incredible, explosive load out of him? His head spun at the delicious sensation of the taller man reaching through his open fly and boxer shorts with outstretched fingers, grasping his 7-inch, throbbing flesh and drawing it free.
His answer was quick and almost irritated: "I'm not gay."
"I know, sweetie. If a girl had slipped you this card at brunch today, I would have found out right away and strangled her. But the thought of another guy being into you makes me wet so quickly." He managed to undress her in record time and was amazed at how often she had an orgasm, always with trembling intensity.
"Damn it!" he thought. "If I bring her to such an intense climax and the sex continues to be this great, I have to keep going as long as I can. What a way to start the new year." The trigger for this whole New Year's mood was an anonymously delivered, homemade Valentine's Day card from an apparently gay friend. It read:
Roses are red, violets are blue. I know you have a great girlfriend, but I'll still love you!
Roses are red, violets are blue, I should know better, that's true, but you'll stay in my head!
Roses are red, violets are blue. Don't be offended, I'm a guy who wants you, dude!
Roses are red, violets are blue. You've probably wondered if that's true. What's it like to give a guy a blowjob!
Roses are red, violets are blue, you give me one, Jude. My love for you will always be real!
Roses are red, violets are blue, we come to a secret bed, you will know how much I love you!
Roses are red, violets are blue, let's be naked together, don't hold back and let's fuck!
I'm so turned on by you, Jude. I'm sure you know that. I know you're not gay, but why don't you try it with another man? I'm super discreet. No one ever has to know. Afterward, you can just leave, and no one will notice. I'm so in love, I suggest we meet on Valentine's Day. But with Terri, I know that might be difficult, so we can meet the weekend after if that works better for you.
Just admit it to yourself: you want to know what it's like to suck another cock someday. Why deny yourself that curiosity? Here's my email address: hot4jude@xxxmeet.net. If you're not interested, just write back. If you don't reply, I'll know you're doing something that's not hurting anyone and at least thinking about it. I'll get back to you within a few days before Valentine's Day and tell you who I am, when and how I fell in love with you, and where we can meet.
Love from a secret admirer and passionate lover you would love to have!
It was Terri, not her fiancé Jude, who replied the next day.
Dear Hot4Jude,
First off, I know where you're from (HA! HA!). Jude's a really sexy guy. But I hope you are too. I can get really turned on when there's a cute guy who wants to make out with my guy. I want another hot guy to seduce Jude and get really intimate and passionate with him. Do I know you?
If you text me and tell me who you are, and I think you're cute, then trust me when I insist that Jude meet up with you on Valentine's Day and flirt with you—as a Valentine's Day gift for me. I know his gay cousin gave him a blowjob once between serious relationships. According to Jude, he was good at it. But I don't think (or I'm not sure) if he's ever given another guy a blowjob before. If I agree to this little Valentine's Day rendezvous, he'll grant your wish for him to give you a blowjob.
One more question: Do you feel like masturbating while you're having sex with Jude? I look forward to your reply soon and suggest you send me some pictures of yourself.
XO in appreciation, Terri
PS: You could really score points if the pictures showed you naked.
Dear Terri,
I'm just so excited that the idea of Jude having sex with me turns you on so much. To be perfectly frank, I want Jude to be my gay lover. But I love your devotion and the openness with which you express your feelings. I want him to be your straight lover (and husband) too. Do you think that's possible? I hope I'm sweet enough for you. I'm Tristan Bellwether, and we've known each other for a while. I was Jude's tennis coach (sort of, I assisted Jed Numbers) when he was in college. Yeah, I know. It was a terrible season.
In my Valentine's Day message, I wrote that I would explain how I fell in love with Jude. When I was coaching the tennis team, I was struck by his ever-smiling blue eyes and his radiant smile. When I helped him serve, his muscles visibly tensed, and his scent made me dizzy, as if I were high. But it wasn't until the locker room showers that I truly fell in love with him. Most men shower rather discreetly below the waist in each other's presence. But some are completely relaxed and wash themselves as they normally would. That was Jude. It didn't matter if we had just lost a match; those smiling eyes would glance at a teammate while he chatted, and his hand would almost absentmindedly soap and rinse his crotch, penis, testicles, and thoroughly washed pubic hair. His hips were almost tilted slightly forward, as if emphasizing his hygiene over any sexual advances. Well, it was a sight to behold, and more than once I found myself almost running to a pantry to hide the fact that I was getting an erection.
Mind you, I've always known I had a thing for well-built men, but it wasn't until I met Jude that I realized I was gay through and through. I broke up with my girlfriend at the time and started looking for gay flings, hoping to one day be Jude's equal, or even better. Four years later, that still hasn't happened, and I owe you a huge debt of gratitude for letting me confide in you about my intense feelings for Jude. Whatever happens, I hope we can be close friends from now on. Yes, I ejaculate and shoot a hot load when I dream about sleeping with him. Haha! I'll see if I can send you some nudes sometime.
... The rest of the correspondence concerned the motel where they would meet and other logistical information for a Valentine's Day meeting.
Dear Tristan,
Everything's ready, Sweetie, and Jude seems a little suspicious of the whole thing. But I think he's a little excited and curious to see how it'll all turn out. Me? I get wet every time I think about it. Haha! So I call you Sweetie, like I call Jude, but I feel like I know you like a brother. I know you, but we didn't know you were gay. You're a bit shorter than usual, but I think you're really cute, and I'm sure any nude pics you could send me would turn me on a lot. The thought of the two of you naked and in each other's arms almost makes my fingers freeze. Haha!
I know exactly what you mean about Jude showering. Sometimes I sneak in and stand way back in the tub while he's showering, and ask him to pretend I'm not there. Watching him wash himself as the water rushes over him, casually humming and singing in his soft voice, is the most sensual thing I've ever seen.
As for Jude, who will be both your lover and my husband, we'll just have to wait and see how things develop. Whatever happens, I just have a feeling I can truly trust you and that you wouldn't hurt us or yourself. We're soulmates when it comes to the finer things in life. Haha! But he'll definitely be at the motel at 6:00 PM on Thursday night, doing whatever you ask of him.
XO with hugs and kisses, Terri
PS: For your information: Jude has such a cute ass that he enjoyed it when I fucked him with a strap-on every now and then over the last year or so.
Tristan waited in an unassuming, almost sterile motel room, determined not to look slovenly in front of his new lover. He wore his best beige cashmere sweater, but his first impulse after checking in and inspecting the room was to undress and leave the door unlocked. He would greet his new lover naked on the queen-size bed. He had started blind dates under similar circumstances before, but his common sense told him this would be too daring for a first encounter with a nervous straight man.
When his partner knocked on the door on that unusually mild evening, he opened it and Jude came in, dressed in a grey hoodie and worn jeans.
"Hello Jude! Thank you for coming by."
Jude stared at him, speechless and almost fearful, and suddenly dropped to his knees before the startled Tristan. He placed one hand on the standing man's waist and reached for the zipper with the other. His mind had been racing all day. He couldn't wait to see the man his fiancée had urged him to meet and embrace in physical intimacy. He would find out once and for all whether he would enjoy or be repulsed by giving another man oral sex. Tristan was instantly aroused and became as hard as a rock. Was it really true that the man of his dreams would finally take the center of his masculine arousal into his mouth and suck an incredible, explosive load out of him? His head spun at the delicious sensation of the taller man reaching through his open fly and boxer shorts with outstretched fingers, grasping his 7-inch, throbbing flesh and drawing it free.