This is the true story of how my bitch of an ex-girlfriend turned me gay. If you like the series, let me know and I’ll keep the story going.
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I woke up disgusted by myself. I was so upset that I went through class that day on auto pilot, wandering from building to building. I couldn’t take anything in. My mind was screaming at me.
“You fucking idiot.”
“You like dick now? What are you, a faggot?”
“You can’t do this. You’re straight. What if your family knew you not only cheated on your girlfriend but also started being a bitch cocksucker?”
I couldn’t take it. I was straight and whatever had happened last night was a mistake.
I called Ashley after my last class but it went straight to voicemail.
“That doesn’t make sense,” I said outloud, staring down at my phone. I walked back to my dorm, frustrated. My roommate was still at his classes for another hour, so I plopped down on my bed and tried calling again.
Voicemail.
My mind immediately went back to her sucking some random dude’s dick. Her tan body, naked, kneeling in front of him. She would do this thing where halfway through blowing me she’d take her hands off my cock and push her tits together, bobbing up and down while giving me a show. It drove me wild, but now that memory wasn’t a memory, it was a nightmare: I was on the sidelines watching her suck some frat guy off.
I pictured his large cock glistening from her spit, her thick lips bobbing up and down on it as it throbbed in her mouth. I could see him grab the back of her head and begin fucking her face, grunting as his balls slapped her chin and she stared helplessly up at him. Her throat relaxed to take in his entire cock, muffling her own moans as she squeezed her tits.
I lost focus on her. I placed my finger in my mouth and started lightly sucking it. My dick twitched.
I went back to my imagination and focused in on the cock, and instead of watching from the sidelines I was suddenly in Ashley’s place, kneeling on the ground with a huge cock in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down with my imagination, playing back the experience from last night.
My cock was already leaking precum. I was harder than I’d ever been. I placed a second finger in my mouth to give it more girth, and aggressively fucked my mouth with it. I couldn’t help but moan.
My other hand gripped my dick and within a few strokes I was already cumming. Without thinking I pushed my hips and waist over my head, my cock inches away from my face, and opened my mouth to take my load. Hot cum coated my tongue and lips, with a few strings covering my face. I stared up at my throbbing cock greedily and milked the rest out, happily swallowing it.
I laid back down and took a few deep breaths. Intense dread and regret washed over me, not because I hated it, but because deep down I was realizing this had opened a Pandora’s box within me. I was actually loving cock and cum, and wasn’t sure if I could go back from the edge.
I loved Ashley and I wanted to fuck her again. I wanted to go down on her. I wanted her to suck me off. But those desires seemed way less rewarding than what I was doing now.
Fuck, I thought to myself, do I really like this?
There was something I couldn’t explain about sucking dick. I felt both absolutely powerless but completely satisfied. This person needed me to cum and I was theirs to use. My pleasure came from the complete lack of control and vulnerability that sucking dick put me in. It was hot. Confusing, but hot.
I was struggling to come to terms if this was really me or just some horny fucked up dream. I was only doing this to get back at Ashley, right?
But I haven’t told her… I’ve had plenty of opportunities to tell her so why haven’t I? At this rate, she would never know, and without her knowing I sucked some dude’s dick she wouldn’t experience the same sadness I did. The torment and physical sadness imagining the person I loved being so completely vulnerable and used by another.
But if I told her, there’s no way she would let me fuck her again and most likely it would get out that I was sucking cock. What if she told my friends? What if my parents found out?
“I’m not gay,” I said out loud.
All the sudden my phone buzzed. It was Ashley.
The words “Thinking of you” popped up on my screen. I replied back. “Miss you.”
I sat up and put my now soft cock back into my pants, wiping up my face with my shirt and tossing it in the hamper.
“Come visit soon?” another message buzzed.
I had a pit in my stomach. I wanted to see her because I truly did love her, but I couldn’t get over what she had done to me. Not only was she unfaithful, she had pushed me down a path where I didn’t even recognize myself.
“When, baby?” I replied. I took a long deep breath and as I exhaled I just tasted cum. God, I couldn’t believe how much I liked that.
“I have a theatre performance in a month. Opening night is Friday with two shows on Saturday. Come?”
“Of course! tuzla escort What’s your part?” We first met at theatre class in high school. I smiled, thinking of our times rehearsing which would turn from saying lines to making out and eventually end with my cock in her mouth.
“Main supporting character. Really good role but I have to kiss like two of the other boys lol. Really good story, you’ll love it.”
A wave of heat washed over me. Kissing? I knew it was acting but it was never just kissing with her. She had two fucking roles in high school where she kissed boys. One was the semester before I joined and she ended up blowing Sam, and then it was with me and we ended up fucking. Acting was acting but it was always more with this stupid fucking slut. She just couldn’t get away from dick.
“Wait what? Who? Is it like just a kiss or full on making out?”
I was sick to my stomach again. There’s no way she wasn’t doing something with one of them.
“Mark, one of them is gay okay? It’s just acting. And after the Saturday performance there’s an a capella party I’m invited to. Our group got accepted for the fall competition. It’ll be a good time.”
I paused. I was starting to unravel again. She was kissing and blowing these guys, going out every week and what am I doing? Do I have such low self esteem that I’ll just put up with this? I love her to death, we even had talked about marriage at one point. My future was crumbling down.
“Okay, I’ll plan on driving up that Friday for your opening night then. Looking forward to it.” Pathetic. I was pathetic.
I turned my phone over and just closed my eyes. I was so sad that I didn’t have the strength to say no, but I missed her. I really did. If I could just be with her again… if I could just hold her. Kiss her. It would all be right. All of this pain and confusion would go away.
“I’m not gay,” I said again to myself.
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The next few days were a blur. Planning the trip to Ashley’s while non-stop work for my classes. I stopped asking about her evenings since it was easier for me to just ignore what I knew was happening. I truly felt like a bitch but I didn’t know what else to do.
Friday afternoon I got the message I had been secretly waiting for.
“Need a cocksucker.”
I read the text and immediately panicked and looked around me as I quickly stuffed the phone in my pocket. I was outside in the middle of campus but felt like thousands of eyes were staring right at me.
I walked over to a tree and leaned up against it, away from the path and opened my messages back up.
“When and where?” I sent. My heart was racing. I felt wanted, but more importantly I had been waiting to try this again. I felt my cock start to harden right then and there.
“My place. 20 minutes. Get here or I’ll find someone else.”
He sent his address and I stared at it.
“Fuck,” I muttered out loud. I plugged his address into my phone and saw it was a couple minutes south of campus. “On my way, ” I replied and headed to the bus stop.
I took my usual bus route home, jumped in my car and floored it.
Ten minutes later I found myself walking up to his house. It was a dark one story with a brown door and white paneling. I took a deep breath and knocked. Butterflies were in my stomach.
A few seconds passed and there he was. He was a few inches shorter than me and a little heavier. Definitely not fat, but I guess “husky” could describe it. You could tell there was plenty of strength and power under those clothes. I didn’t notice our size difference before in the car, but despite the fact I towered over him we both knew who was in control. I met his eyes for a second before entering the house. My heart was racing.
Without saying a word he closed the door, turned around and walked through the house into a back room. I took off my shoes and dropped my backpack, following quickly.
When I entered he was standing next to a bed with dark red sheets. The lights were off but sun was shining through the blinds. He was barefoot with dark blue jeans, a brown belt and blue shirt. His hair a little disheveled with 5 o’clock shadow on his face.
He took a step towards me and forced his tongue into my mouth. I closed my eyes and took his kiss, feeling his hot breath on me as his hand grabbed at my crotch. The stubble felt weird against my face but the intensity of the kiss was driving me wild. His tongue entering me as I answered back. Holy fuck I was being kissed in this man’s bedroom and I liked it.
“Knees,” he ordered, breaking away from my mouth.
Without thinking I kneeled down in front of him and reached out to his belt. It was such a surreal feeling unbuckling it just inches from my face. How many times had I seen Ashley do this exact same thing?
I unzipped his jeans and he dropped both his pants and boxers to his ankles, freeing his huge cock.
I had seen it in the pictures and obviously üçyol escort already sucked it, but it was different from this angle. It looked a bit bigger than mine, but just as thick. I guessed a good 7.5 to 8 inches long. My mouth watered and I found myself aching to taste it. It throbbed over my face as I bit my lip in anticipation.
Before I could do anything he grabbed my head, tilted it back, and slapped his cock against my face. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and moaned.
“Good fucking cocksucker,” he muttered under his breath. “I’m going to fuck your face.”
I looked up at his eyes and opened my mouth wider, tongue waiting for that warm, thick cock. Not a second later his entire shaft was in me. I gagged for half a second before relaxing my throat once again like I was chugging a beer. I was absolutely amazed at myself. Ashley had the hardest time deep throating and here I was taking dick for the second time in my life like a porn star.
He held my head back and fucked me for a minute. I had my eyes closed at first but opened them 30 seconds later. I wanted to see that cocksucker POV. This man’s body above me, thrusting in and out as I watched his shaft fuck my mouth. That warm, numbing feeling washing over my lips as he picked up speed. I felt spit and precum spill out from the sides of my mouth as my own cock strained against my pants. I reached up to grab the base of his shaft but he swatted it away and pulled his dick out of my mouth. I exhaled quickly and took a deep breath.
“Take off your clothes,” he said as his dick throbbed above me.
I got up off my knees and stripped down. I was nervous but hungry for that dick. Something had switched on in my brain and I couldn’t focus without getting that cock to cum. This was the only thing that mattered. I needed it.
“Lay down on the bed, head at the edge,” he ordered.
I did what I was told, completely naked and vulnerable. I laid down on my back on his bed and scooted up to let my head hang off the edge. He grabbed me with both hands and guided his dick back into my mouth.
“Mmm,” I moaned outloud as he entered me. I felt that thick cock slide over my tongue and down my throat. My view now his shaved balls as they swung inches from me as he picked up the pace.
“Good cock slut,” he muttered as he picked up his pace. I felt the length of his shaft fully entering and exiting my mouth, and with each thrust my own cock got harder. I reached down to stroke myself but a rush of cold air washed over me before a shocking slap to my cheek.
“Suck my fucking cock, bitch,” he said, holding his glistening wet member inches from my lips. “You don’t cum.”
Completely powerless to him, I obeyed. My hands slid back to my sides as I made eye contact with him and opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out to welcome his cock back in. My eyes widened.
Please keep fucking my mouth, I thought to myself. I’ll be a good boy.
He slid his thick, wet member into me and my lips wrapped around it. The loss of control was driving me wild. I could feel precum drip off my own cock and pool on my stomach.
He held my face with both hands and continued, thrusting for just another minute before I tasted his sweet release.
He didn’t warn me. I didn’t deserve a warning. I was a fucking cum dump, bitch cocksucker and we both knew it. My cock throbbed and even more precum poured out as I felt him unload into my mouth.
His first rope of cum shot directly down my throat, surprising me, but my lips stayed wrapped around the base of his shaft. He held my head closer, my nose pressed into his body as he finished cumming, this time filling my mouth and coating my tongue in warm, salty and sweet cum. I sucked on his tip as he slowly pulled out, draining every drop. It quivered as I sucked it, dripping spit and cum as it finally exited my hot wet lips.
He smiled and slapped his softening cock on my lips and face before turning around and walking away into his bathroom. I was left with my cum filled mouth on the bed motionless. I swallowed his seed, using a few fingers to push whatever leaked out into my mouth, and caught my breath before looking down at my own cock. It was throbbing, standing straight up and leaking thick precum.
I took another deep breath and took everything in. Here I was, naked, sprawled out on some man’s bed with my own cock hard and pouring precum. My mouth tasted like cum. My breath smelt like cum.
I did this.
I wanted this.
I loved this.
I used a finger to mop up the precum on my stomach and licked it up. As much as I wanted to cum, I didn’t need it just yet. The pleasure had already reached its peak. This was rewiring my brain and I loved every second of it.
Sensing my job was done as he hadn’t come out of the bathroom yet, I reached over and grabbed my clothes, stuffing my cock into my pants before putting my shirt on.
Cocksucker, I thought to myself. I smiled.
He came ulus escort back out with just his briefs on, walked straight towards me and kissed me deeply, shoving his tongue into my mouth. My eyes rolled back as I melted in his arms.
“Good job,” he said as he pulled away. “I’ll see you next time.”
He turned back towards the bathroom and I heard a shower turn on. I was frozen. My lips numb and hot from sucking dick, my breath coated in cum, and my own cock begging to have its own sweet release. I didn’t recognize myself, but whatever this new version of me was, I think I liked it. I had done my duty to please this man and for whatever reason this felt like the best sex I had ever had.
I took that as my cue to leave. After all, I was just a cocksucker and my job was done. I walked out of his house proud with myself and on top of the world.
Someone owned me. This wasn’t like what I’ve ever had before with a girl. I wasn’t in control, and he– wait a second. I didn’t even know this guy’s name.
“What the fuck,” I said out loud as I walked to my car. This dude had fucked my face twice and I had him in my phone as “BJ.” I laughed to myself but the feelings were there. I loved doing this.
I loved dick.
I drove back to my dorm but couldn’t wait. On the way back I pulled up some gay blowjob porn on my phone, blasted the volume and rubbed my cock in my pants. I came not even a minute into the drive, moaning loudly at a stoplight. My pants were soaked through the crotch and there was no getting around it.
“Fuck,” I yelled to myself. I finally made it to my parking lot and looked outside. There were too many people. I needed to wait sitting in my own cum for another hour or so until it was dark enough to sneak back in the dorm.
“Idiot,” I said outloud as I laughed again at the entire situation. I pulled up some more porn and spent the time looking at different blowjob and deep throat videos before finally making it inside.
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Two weeks had passed since I had been face fucked by BJ. I hadn’t seen him again but it’s not because he didn’t want me to suck him. He had left for the week and now I was on the way to Ashley’s.
We had talked every other day on the phone and I was excited to finally see her again. I loved my new cocksucker self but was that even really me? Maybe it was just some fucked up phase. I hadn’t even sucked dick in almost two weeks and despite gay blowjob videos being the only porn I watched now, I couldn’t help but feel excited to have straight sex again.
I pulled up to her dorm at 4pm. She had told me to find some street parking and get up to the 2nd floor. I locked my car and wandered upstairs.
Room 224.
I didn’t even knock, just walked in. Ashley was sitting there on her bed with her laptop. She turned as I walked through the door and it felt as if everything bad that had happened had been forgotten. I raced over to her and pinned her down on the bed, kissing her as her hands undid my pants.
She pulled my cock out and took it in her mouth.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” I moaned. I forgot how good this felt.
She took me deep before twisting me over and laying me down on my back, cock still in her mouth. I reached down and threw off my shoes before pulling down my pants and boxers.
“Someone’s excited,” she said, taking a break from blowing me as she rubbed my hard wet cock.
“You know what we haven’t done in awhile?” she said grinning, biting her lip.
“Yeah. All of this,” I said smiling back.
She smiled back at me and leaned her head down towards my crotch, moving past my dick. She licked the base of my shaft, running her tongue down over my balls and over my taint.
“Mmmm, yeah I love when you do that,” I moaned, leaning my head back and closing my eyes.
It all started when I wanted to fuck her ass. We tried, but I could never get more than my tip in. I would eat her ass, get it ready, and try, but she could just never take me. Finally, one day she said she would push through if I had a taste of what it was like. I agreed, and after a bunch of experimenting we realized she loved sucking dick and eating my ass, and I loved having my dick sucked and my ass eaten.
By the time I was getting ready to leave for college, she was eating my ass every week, and we had worked up to her fingering me. It was an incredibly overwhelming feeling when paired with stroking my cock, and despite it taking me by surprise that very first day, it quickly became my favorite way to receive oral.
I felt her tongue reach out and lick my hole, causing my member to throb uncontrollably.
“Oh fuck,” I yelled. “Ashley, fuck…”
She reached up and grabbed my shaft with one hand, rubbing it up and down as her tongue flicked over my ass, toying with me, gently pushing and playing with my opening. Finally, I felt the pressure give way, and her tongue was in me.
My eyes shot open with pleasure.
“Yeah,” I said, “fuck yeah. Take that ass.”
That was her cue. I felt her finger slide in next, little by little before I felt her hand up against my hole. She began thrusting her finger in and out with one hand while rubbing my cock harder with the other. I moaned, and she leaned down to bring my cock between her lips, wrapping her tongue around it as she bobbed in unison with her finger thrusting into me.
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