Queer Hand for the Straight Man

My straight neighbor Sal seemed excited to report to me that he had finally seen the TV show called Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. As a gay dad, we had raising kids, sports and maintaining our homes in common and had no trouble talking. We often worked on house projects together and shot the breeze over a few beers. You may have noticed with yourself or others that straight men will squeeze or pull on their crotch while talking. I find it amusing and a bit exciting. Sal was no exception, though this time he his hand had lifted his t-shirt and was rubbing his abs and treasure trail which had me curious and nervous as we stood in my kitchen talking about the show. I have seen the show many times and we discussed the episode that he saw. At the end he paused for a moment, this time with his hand dipping below the waistband of his pants, and said he didn't get it. I asked what he didn't get. He answered the whole gay thing. I started explaining about the feelings we all have discovering our identities and he stopped me. He didn't mean the psychology of it, he meant the sex part. "What do you guys do?" he asked. I quipped that a mouth was a mouth, a hand a hand and butt hole a butt hole. His eyes lit up and said that his wife or none of the women he had ever been with had let him in the "back door" and that he couldn't fathom something so large going into something so small. I told him when you're hot enough, relaxed enough and wet enough, it feels fantastic. His eyes lit up, but said that he couldn't even imagine getting hard with another guy. I asked about any locker room experiences he may have had or what about during a medical exam. "Well, I sometimes start getting hard when the doctor feels around my balls." I said of course he did; the only other time he's naked and someone is touching his balls is when he's having sex. Still, he said he didn't think he'd get a full erection. I sort of played with him and took it as a challenge. I said, "Sal, you're missing out on something good. Men have bigger and stronger mouths and we know what we like." He blushed, averting my eyes and saying he didn't think his dick would get hard. I laughed and said it sounded like a challenge to me. He asked if I would seriously do it to him. I said yeah---we're not talking about you leaving your wife and moving in; we're helping you explore other ways of getting off and there is nothing wrong with that. He looked more relieved than nervous as he began unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. I kneeled in front of him and looked up asking if was sure he wanted this to happen and he said yes. He pushed down his pants and revealed, from my experience, a true Italian cock---thick with big, low hanging balls. I put it in my mouth without him starting to harden. He said, "See, I told you." Then I started swirling my tongue around his thick head and up and down the shaft and could feel it begin to harden and lengthen. I released it from my mouth and began licking his low hangers until his erection was solid. He leaned back on the counter in amazement. Since his shaft was wet from my mouth, my hand slid easily up and down the shaft as I proceeded to jack him off...slowly at first...using his pre cum to keep the shaft lubricated...then faster...then slow again. Sal's eyes were rolling in his head as I brought him to the edge time and again. I couldn't believe how big it was getting. I remember thinking how lucky his wife was. As I continued stroking the full length of his fat cock I realized---I think before he did---that he was going to shoot his load soon. His hands reached up to play with his nipples and he said he was going to cum. I was feeling "naughty" as I masturbated him to an explosive orgasm that shot well beyond my head, on my hands, across my floor. That was really hot. He joked and thanked me for "giving him a hand." I said anytime and he said he hoped so. Hmmmmmmm.