Closeted guys are the horniest. They will deny their nature until they're blue in the face. But I have to tell you that getting fucked by one can be mind blowing. They take all of their frustration and repressed desires out on you and I am more than ready to take anything they'll dish out.
College was when I first found myself to be the straight man's whore. His name was Ethan. He was tall, broad shouldered with very dark features. Everyday I'd go back to my dorm after class and jerk off to the thought of him. What would he do to me given the chance? My hopes didn't get too high because he had a girlfriend and I figured he was just another straight, douchebag football player. Then out of nowhere, he asked me if I could tutor him. I was doing great in our Organic Chemistry class, but apparently he wasn't. He had never liked math or science. He told me he was only taking the course because his father insisted.
After a week of going over his house, he made a pass at me. I was going over the traditional methods of separation when I felt his hand touch my thigh. I stopped talking and looked at him and he looked back at me. His blue-gray eyes were smiling and he had a subtle smirk about the mouth. I removed his hand and continued on with tutoring. I thought he was joking. There was no way in hell that this hot ass guy wanted me. I was wrong. The next day he did it again, this time his hand found his way to my crotch. His fingers gently stroked my cock through my jeans.
"What are you playing at?"
He looked a bit confused. "What?"
"What's your problem, dude?"
"I think you already know," he smirked, eyes shining.
"Is this what you asked me over here for? So you could mess with my head?"
"It's actually your ass I want to mess with."