The Str8 fucker

the story continues with the straight, hung guy i met at a party with my friends. after he let me suck his dick for my onlyfans, he kept texting me, asking how it went, if i liked it, if it was what i was expecting. honestly, he texted so much that i started thinking either he actually liked it… or he just wanted more easy money lol (of course it was the second one).

i told him it was really good and mentioned maybe doing another one, but i needed to know how far he was willing to go. and he said:

— “yes, i can fuck you, but i will need more from you.”

i replied:
— “i know, but how far? …because i know straight guys are afraid to fuck raw.”

right there his whole vibe changed. he got nervous, typing slow, telling me it wasn’t possible because he has a girlfriend and she’s the only person he’s ever gone raw with. like he was confessing something sacred.

but i was already decided to be the second one to get that big dick raw, so I explained how careful i am with my body, that this is my job.

he hesitated a lot. he said he’d never done anything like that before, that he didn’t want problems, that he wasn’t “that kind of guy.” he even disappeared for a couple hours, like he needed to reset his brain.

when he finally texted back, he asked me a single question:
— “are you 100% sure i’m safe with you?”

i told him:
— “you’re safer with me than with half the girls you’ve fucked”

that line did something to him. like it disarmed whatever fear he was holding onto. he kept asking little things, how i'd clean, how we’d do it, if i’d film him in a way he doesn’t get recognized. the more i explained, the calmer he got.

and just when i thought he was going to back out again, he sent the message that changed everything:

— “ok… fuck it. let’s do it. but don’t make me regret this.”