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I believe any man can be seduced by a male. I know you won't believe me, but here is an example of how this happened.
I was working as a delivery boy for the local Chinese takeaway. I had a delivery to a flat above a shop and had delivered there before for the owner of the shop, so was expecting him to take delivery, although when I got there in the early evening the shop was still open.
I went around the back to the metal stairway that led to the flat and knocked on the door. I was surprised when the door was opened by a young boy well he was over eighteen, but young. He wore a black short-sleeved T-shirt that was loose around the neck with a plunging neckline that showed a lovely bronzed upper chest. His hair was dark and his face was smooth as a boy's.
Instantly I was attracted and wanted him. "Can I just come in and check you have got the right food?" I said, knowing that the takeaway service rarely made any mistake, but it was a good excuse to get inside with the Adonis of a boy.
"Sure." He said in a pleasingly deep voice for his rather small frame. I stepped in to the tiny flat, which clearly had a sitting room, a bathroom and just one bedroom.
I was intrigued as to why he was here, if he lived here with the shopkeeper and what the sleeping arrangements were! "I was expecting the food to be for the shopkeeper." I said.
"George is working in the shop for two more hours, I fancied a Chinese for myself and he said your food was good." The boy said.
"Do you live with him?" I boldly asked, glancing at his tight trousers which showed a pleasing bulge.
"He's putting me up, my parents threw me out." He said, smiling to himself. Too much womanising, sent my Dad crazy! I think he is jealous of me!"
"Well you are certainly a good-looking boy, I expect you get plenty of interest from the girls." I winked, suggesting that my own fair looks got me plenty of action, which was true, just not necessarily heterosexual action.
"I think George fancies me, but he hasn't tried anything on, I don't swing that way. But he has been kind."
I busied myself checking the trays of food matched his order, but casually said, "Got a separate room to keep temptation away from him?" I laughed and was shocked with how easily the conversation had become intimate. He clearly saw me as another lad who knew the ways of the world.
"No, just his double bed, but I keep my underclothes on and keep well over my side of the bed. I think he whacks off in the bathroom." He laughed.
"I bet he does. A handsome chap like you must be very tempting, if a guy is that way inclined." I grinned and looked him up and down. "Do you think you will give way to his advances, eventually?"
"No chance! I like girls too much and don't go short." He winked.
"I bet you don't, but I think any male will swing if he is, you know, touched."
"Not me!" he asserted his heterosexuality in a charming fashion.
I was twenty-three at the time and in my prime. I knew from experience that any male can get turned on by what I could do. I stepped up to him and his eyes looked me up and down, with a slight touch of apprehension. I went right up to him, with his back to the wall that separated the sitting room from the bedroom. I put my hand to the front of his trousers and instantly moved my face in towards his exposed neck.
"What are you doing?" He asked, shocked, putting his head back against the wall so it stayed a few inches from mine. But my hand stayed on his bulge and I fingered it.
"Showing you how much you can enjoy a touch from a man." I said boldly.
"Not me!" he said, trying to dodge to his left. My right hand pressed to the wall to stop his escape and my firm left hand on his tackle held him stationary.
"See, your cock likes being touched." I said, noticing his bulge getting firmer under my left-hand fingers. I pressed and stroked, feeling his prick rise up against the front of his left hip.
"Er..." He said, I interrupted him by putting my right hand on his shoulder and put my lips to the exposed nape of his neck. His skin tasted fresh and smelled delicious. "I'm not sure.." He gasped as my lips sucked on his flesh
I let his hard cock go and skilfully undid the waist button of his trousers and slid his zip down. He gasped as my fingers slid inside the gap and stroked his erection through his underpants. "See you like it!" I took my mouth off his neck and looked into his eyes that were fluttering at my strokes on his cock.
"You like having your cock stroked, don't you?" I whispered.
"Yes." He sighed.
I was tempted to kiss his soft, cute lips, but knew there was something he would respond better to. I ran my right hand down his chest, feeling his firm body inside his T-shirt. I quickly fell to my knees and ripped his trousers down off his bum.
"Oh!" He gasped as my warm breath whispered over his cock that filled his small blue briefs. I ripped them off and his freed prick bobbed before my eyes, a mighty eight inches of prime youth that would pleasure any girl. I put my left thumb and finger around this thick base, tickling his dark bush. I admired his length. "Nice one!" I said, before opening my lips and sliding them wetly over his foreskin which tightly protected his head.
"My god!" he sighed. My right hand reached behind and stroked his firm, smooth buttocks while my mouth took in six or more of his inches. "Jesus!" He grunted, his hands pressing the back of my head to encourage me.
My head bobbed up and down and his buttocks thrust under my hand. He was panting and unable to hold back. His bum went motionless and his cock flooded my mouth with his spunk. Now he pumped under my hand furiously and gasped and swore as his orgasm overwhelmed him.
At last he stopped and I sucked the last drops of him.
I stood up and he pulled up his briefs and trousers and he ran his fingers through his hair with a shocked expression.
I stood up and said. "See, I told you. Next time you order, I'll get you to suck me." I winked.
"Never!" He asserted his heterosexuality.
I headed for the bathroom and rinsed out my mouth.
"Whatever," I said. "I'll suck you off whenever you order a meal." I grinned "Tomorrow?"
"Maybe." He nodded and tried to smile through his nervousness.
"Doesn't mean you are gay." I said, patting his shoulder reassuringly. "Just that you are a man." I winked.