I Became a Cock Sucking Fag Pt. 02
Dive into the provocative world of “I Became a Cock Sucking Fag Pt. 02,” where desire and exploration intertwine in a tantalizing tale of self-discovery and passion. Join the journey as boundaries are pushed and fantasies are fulfilled in this captivating gay sex story. Don’t miss the adventure!
After taking some time and digesting the fact that I had given Chuck a blow job, life had gone back to normal. The guilt, the embarrassment, and the unusual aspect of sucking a man off had dissipated into my memories. I never mentioned it to anyone, and I never really comprehended how deep it had sat inside the recesses of my mind until years later. Maybe in some ways, I was scared to think about it deeper. Or afraid it may change who I was. That people would judge me for being “gay” or having a gay experience. Back in those days, even if you were gay, you weren’t out and you would have been ridiculed and teased. And I would venture to say that it is what kept my experimentation and eventual shift over to bi-sexuality, well-hidden for years to come.
But as curiosity does; and time went on, I’d find myself entertaining the notions of men. I truly began noticing the “men” more in porn films I’d watch; and in the dirty magazines, I’d thumb through at the local convenient stores. It was in essence the start of a more frequent or at least more noticeable thought pattern of fantasizing about dick. And when I was alone, sometimes I’d drift from being the guy in the video fucking the girl. To being the girl in the video being fucked by the guy. And it was exciting. It opened up a different, unique, and rather heart-racing aspect of my solo time. If you know what I mean.
Chuck moved out of the apartment complex about a year after I sucked him off. I stayed there for a few more years. And on occasion, I’d think about him and that one night in the garage. But those thoughts always haunted me in the aspect that it was “too close to home,” too scary of a situation. Too visible for all those to see. My thought process was; If I was ever going to do anything like that again, I wanted it to be someone who couldn’t have tattled, spilled the beans, or would not have had the capability to reveal it to my friends. In some ways, I was sorry to see him go, because we were friends, but on the opposite of that coin, I was glad he left, because I knew he could just come right out and regale everyone with the fact I sucked his dick.
And I was still a player at heart. Still picking up one girl after another. Still getting laid, still having my fill of new and exciting moments of sexual pleasure with pussy. I enjoyed every minute of it. I still loved when I got to go down on a girl when she’d reciprocate by blowing me. I still found happiness in being inside a pussy and making her scream. But times were changing. It was just changing for me more than I had expected.
I noticed the adult videos I was watching changed from these hairy, large, big dick oafs, to a more modern-looking man. The men were smaller, sleeker, had less body hair, and were even shaving their balls and trimming the upper part of their pubic hair regions which to me was way sexier than that defined “porn actor” look of the early 80s. And it intrigued me more. I noticed even the female actresses were shaving a small landing strip or shaving completely bald and it led to a multitude of thoughts around the overall appearance and like. To me, this was a bigger turn-on than the proverbial “Farah Faucet” bush of the late 70’s and into the mid 80’s. And it was surely better than the gay films of that era.
As I told you in my previous story, Chuck’s dick was surrounded by a poof of hair. And as much as I focused on his dick itself, there was still that big mound of dark black hair that I wasn’t overly fond of. Now being that California beach boy, I have hair down there – of course, I do – but it’s very light, thinner, and less obtrusive than some men. So as time went on, and the more I noticed this new age appearance and styles of the actors, the more and more I became fascinated by cock. I’d masturbate more frequently seeing the actress sucking a clean, sleek-looking dick than I did watching previously made movies. Of course, after some deep complex thoughts, I decided to start shaving my balls myself. It was quite an erotic feeling to have my sack all smooth and clean and the top little patch trimmed as well. Maybe that enhance my desire for dick, maybe just enhanced the pleasure of playing with my own. But I promise you, the shaving got further and more progressive, to the point I was running around literally bald. And I liked it.
The porns themselves were still a turn-on, but I began to really imagine what Chuck’s dick would have looked like if it was clean, shaven and looked sexier than it had been. This led to even more questions about myself and my sexuality. Like, what if he was completely shaven? What if was longer? What if he had sucked me off in return? What if we would have kissed or made out first, would I have gotten hard and wanted that dick more than just doing it because I lost the bet. All questions that I didn’t have answers to. At least not yet. And unfortunately, never with Chuck. But others entered into the picture in years to come.
For about four months into the winter after my 32nd birthday, I hit a dry spell. For whatever reason I could not find a woman to date. I don’t know if it was the moon, the universe, luck, fate, or if I had grown horns on my head, but I could not get laid to save my soul. And normally I would be okay with that, except for the fact I used to getting laid fairly frequently. I was still horny, I needed to cum and I needed to continue the feelings I was used to having. I had a deep collection of porn. I mean a closet full. And since I wasn’t getting any love from the ladies, I turned to those videos, like a drunk would turn to whiskey. I needed to get off, and those videos were my solace.
Here’s where door number two of wanting dick took a big turn. I watched some of the old ones I was fond of but wanted to update my stash, so I purchased a host of new videos. Almost every time, I found myself focusing on the male actor’s dick. I wanted to see him cum. I wanted to see his face and hear those groans as he ejaculated. I watched as it shot out. I watched as the girls chirped and each time, I would try to time my orgasm with him so we’d both be coming at the same time. I tried to cum in my hand or in a shot glass (or something similar), so I could swallow my cum. Taste what the girl was tasting. Feel what it was like to take a full load down my throat. Frequent late evenings I’d be watching men getting sucked off, pumping some girl’s pussy hard, or beating off in front of their face, had me stroking off hard. Trying not to cum until they did.
Then it hit me. I was emulating the girl. I was being the girl in the video. I had the big rugged man standing over me stroking his cock, while I awaited his cum in my mouth or all over my face. And it fucking excited me. Yet, literally scared me to death. I asked myself, how could someone who had pumped more pussy than probably anyone I knew, suddenly want to be on the receiving end of a mouth full of cum? Why was this happening? Was it a lack of pussy? Was I gay and had just never realized it? Did blowing Chuck in that garage and sucking my first dick, coupled with emotions, fear, and excitement start me on a different path. Because no matter how I tried to focus in on the woman, her pussy, her tits, her orgasms, all of the thoughts of wanting dick came whirling back in my head. And now seeing a more modern, sexy man, with a hotter clean-cut cock and watching some actress sucking it and taking cum, made me want it more. Were these thoughts and actions going to be my new desires?