Rewrite this story so the dude cums in his mouth after awhile: "Okay, after writing this, I've decided that there should be a disclaimer. Herein lies my account of a personal experience in fair detail. If you do not wish to see, what has evidently become, homo-erotic smut literature, run away! Run away with all your might... though, if you clicked this to begin with, I doubt this is an issue.

The night began like many others. I was visiting a friend in another town when he decided to throw an impromptu party. Folks started showing up as I was acquiring a decent buzz which usually takes a bit for me, but was aided on this evening with a vicodin or two.

The party progressed with all the comings and goings that come standard with parties; Jello shots, beer-pong, laughing, music, etc. It had a decent turn-out, though the majority of attendees were gay (friend is gay so 'twas to be expected).

At some point in the night, I had decided that my shirt was completely superfluous, and was hence discarded. This is not uncommon for me when I get to drinking with fortitude. The sexual orientation of the current company had not factored into my choice of disrobing as everybody in that crowd knows me as the straight dude who likes to party.

Then night wore on and guests began leaving. I was outside having a smoke when a lad walked up to me an whispered something along the lines of "you're really cute".

This caught me a bit off guard as the gravity of a gay come-on directed at me while drunk and half-clothed set in. I contemplated for a spell and decided to see where this leads me.

at this point in the story, it may be advantageous for the sake of conveyance of my frame of mind at the moment, to state that I do have an almost terminal amount of spontaneity as well as curiosity.

I had always joked that people who are bi are the luckiest in terms of sexual orientation as they have double the chance at "getting some". And so flirtation began.

I can't recall exactly what I said when I tracked him down in the house, and I'm sure I was terribly awkward, suffice to say; we ended up in a bedroom.

It was really quite surreal then and, even now, looking back. There I was, half naked, kissing another man. When our lips first touched, my mind was awash with conflicting thoughts and emotions. "What am I doing? This is crazy. Do I like this? Does this mean I'm gay? I don't think so..." All a mile a minute. It was intense to say the least, but it passed with my own reassurance, or maybe rationalization of, "Fuck it, I've never done it before, might as well at least see if I like it".

So I calmed my mind and just let the wind carry my sails to it's will. We continued to lock lips for what seemed like both a fleeting instant, and eternity at the same time. Every now and again, when I started to feel a bit more comfortable, I'd remove a bit of his clothes; which I think caught him off guard at first, but he soon saw this as an invitation to do the same to me. Each step I took was invigorating in that these were completely unprecedented experiences for me.

We continued this at a tantalizingly slow pace akin to that uncertainty in rounding each "base" with a woman. Eventually, our game leveled out with myself wearing only my boxers, and him, completely nude. Our kissing turned to petting, into fondling, and it wasn't before long that I had the shaft of his cock in my hand. This was insane. I felt as if I was making my way down a ladder to an alien world. One small step for him, one giant leap for myself.

As things heated up, and I gained courage, I kissed my way down. First from his lips to his neck. Then from his neck to his chest. His chest to his hips, down to the inside of his thighs. Pausing to linger for a brief moment, and then a short northward voyage to reach my aim.

I was now in completely uncharted territory. Up until this point I had, at least, a basic reference manual of how things work. But now, now I was taking a plunge.

I began, hesitantly, with soft kisses on the head of his dick as my mind stalled, "what do I do with this?" I thought. The best that I had to go by was what I liked girls to do to me. But I could think of nothing. Had I only known of the potential of this situation, I may have taken notes.

And so, I clumsily kissed down his shaft, working my way back up with my tongue. Upon apogee, I parted my lips and gave it the ol' college try. I recall the sensation, and texture of his penis, and likening it to a tongue... but beyond that, I don't recall much as I was really just trying to emulate sensation that I had experienced from the other end. I'm sure I gave an exceedingly abysmal blowjob. This was kind of disappointing as I was in one of my "new experience modes", that I felt wouldn't be complete without him cumming in my mouth (I hate not finishing what I start).

After what I perceived as 10-15 minutes, I abandoned my attempts. My lips made their way back to his and I told him, with a hint of defeat in my voice "Sorry dude, I don't know fuck-all what I'm doing, and my jaw hurts like hell."

We both had a laugh, kissed, and fell asleep in each other's arms.

I awoke, before he did, sometime around noon. He opened his eyes as I was putting on my pants. I froze for a moment as I thought about what to do. I thought back to past experiences where the roles were flipped; I wake up as the girl I spent the night with, whom I thought to have had a connection with, was slipping out without a word.

And so I leaned down, said "thanks", gave him a quick kiss, and left.

I reflected on my experience over the next few days, and gathered my collective lessons from that night.

First and foremost, I learned that drunkenly deciding to take off your shirt at party with mostly gay guys is probably seen in a different light then I had intended. I also learned to truly appreciate receiving a blowjob as it entails a lot more than I had thought. And lastly, but most importantly, I learned that I don't dig dick.

I know what you're thinking. I can hear the echoing cry of "BULLSHIT" making it's way around the globe. Something along the lines of, "Every single letter of every word in your post screams 'I'm here, I'm queer, I'm getting used to it'.". Well, all I can say is that I gave it my best, and yet, I have no desire to repeat the experience. I decided to jump in, sink or swim, and I washed up unscathed.

So there you have it. I am a straight guy, who had a "sleep-over" (we were both crashing there regardless of gay happenings) that turned into a sexual encounter."