I Became a Cock Sucking Fag Pt. 05 by SamanthaMeyers
Explore the captivating journey in "I Became a Cock Sucking Fag Pt. 05," a thrilling gay erotic sex story that delves into desire and fantasy. Join the adventure filled with passion and intimacy, and discover what unfolds in this provocative installment. Perfect for fans of gay erotic fiction seeking an enticing read!<br/>
I became a cock sucking fag Pt 5. (a bit long, but I had to set the story of meeting Jillian)
By now you have all figured out that sometime years later I entered into a gay relationship with a man. I mentioned him at the end of my first story, so there is no surprise there. And so far, I have regaled you with tales of an impromptu blow-job, which opened the door for more experimentation, lots of new and exciting porn videos, dildos, and toys I used to heighten and expand my sexual desires. All of which may be fascinating, and in many ways starts us to the heart of the matter of how I became a cock sucking fag. But endless stories of that nature only scratch the surface. So instead of me writing another self-masturbation story, let me get to the heart of the first big step I took and the second dick I ever sucked. Here’s where the fun begins!
When we, modern society, got past the old dial-up internet. You remember, that long drawn-out; Beeeep, beeeep, beeeep… We entered into a world of sheer imagination, information at our fingertips, chat rooms, dating sites, and all the internet porn you could handle. And I was on the cusp of that development. I was working for the State of California in a customer service position, where we had a host of citizens who came into our office, for things like tax paperwork, birth certificates, information requests, legalization paperwork, state resources, grants, and alike. Daily I helped individuals at my counter window and provided them with the best service I could, supplying them with the paperwork they needed.
I became somewhat of a computer whiz, because I rolled with the times, instead of fighting the changes. I had finally moved out of the apartment building I had lived in for many years, settling on a nice ranch house in a gated community, just outside of the LA city limits. It was a modest house, with a small yard, but I liked the area and was enjoying home ownership. I did miss the apartment and all the people I had met over the years, and all the memories of my friends, the parties, the girls, the warm summer nights in the backyard, and all the times I bounced up and down on my dildo getting myself off, but it was time for something better.
I had a wonderful setup at my house. My house had three bedrooms, and I could use two to host friends or family coming to visit. I had a great updated computer system inside my front room. I was online constantly, in chat rooms, on the first generation of social media sites, dating sites, and browsing the Internet for information. Of course, watching the first generation of internet porn, mostly centered around Shemales. (For the remainder of this story, I will use the word Shemale, only because it was the accepted term (at the time), so please no one shun me for the term that is now transgendered.)
I could never get enough of it. Something fascinated me beyond simple interest. To see a woman with a dick just absolutely aroused me. And to watch them being fucked by a man, or fucking another man, a woman, or another shemale was an incredible turn-on. Scenes I frequently, jacked off to, in combination with my dildo. But no matter where I looked online, I could never seem to find one in, or on any dating sites. The area I lived in didn’t have gay bars like downtown had. Those clubs were still being packed by big, gaudy, bulky, hairy men, to whom I had no attraction. So, for now, meeting a shemale seemed impossible. So, videos, toys, my fantasies, and hope were all I had.
Like I said in the previous story, every toy imaginable that would fit, or enhance my lust for anal sex, was purchased and used. I had joined one of the first generation of Gay Dating sites, and as much as I would receive messages and sometimes chat with men, or swap pictures, emails, and alike. I never found myself attracted to one of them enough to actually go on a date, let alone enter into a dating relationship. I still had women and kept my “gay desires” hidden deep in my little world. I had come to realize I was bi-sexual. There was no denying it anymore. There wasn’t a bone in my body that could deny that. Simply stated, one is not straight when he is buying bi-sexual, or shemale porn, getting aroused by it. Using dildos and other anal probing toys to fuck themselves with, or sit at a computer and jack off watching two dicks in a sex scene and wants to suck dick. Period!
I came to accept it, what I needed to do, was do it. And I finally had my chance.
Enter Jillian. I was working on Wednesday afternoon, wanting to quit my mundane, repetitive job or hide in the bathroom for the remainder of the day. I finished with the customer I had just served. I looked at my computer screen waiting list, and I called out, “Number 317. 317, you’re next.”
Up to my window walked a taller beautiful Asian woman with a bigger frame. She was thin but had broader shoulders than I would have expected. She had long black hair and stunning cheekbones, and her makeup was perfect. She was wearing a stunning summer dress and high heels. She appeared very shy, very feminine, and very reserved.
“I am Tim. May I help you?” I asked.
“Yes, Hi.” She stuttered out. “I need to change my birth certificate. How do I do that? She inquired.
During our conversation, I explained the process of changing any incorrect information on a birth certificate and inquired what was wrong with hers. She (for the remainder of the story I will refer to her as a she/her – even though it was a he), embarrassingly and shyly stated, “The sex is wrong.”
“We’ll, what’s your name?” I asked.
“I’m Jillian Nguyen.” She replied.
I asked for her driver’s license, so I could go into the system to see what she was talking about. I could tell by her shaking hands that she was nervous, but after fumbling through her wallet in her purse, she handed me her State of California Driver’s license. The picture on it was clearly a man, with medium-length hair, yet not as long as hers. The name on it was Jae Hwa Nguyen. The sex classification of male.
I had to ask some uncomfortable questions to her. “Were you born a male? And if so, was that designated on your birth certificate?”
“Yes, she replied. But I live as a woman now, so I need it changed for work and licensing purposes.”
I could feel my face getting flushed and I knew my pulse rate increased. Here standing in front of me was a shemale, and she was looking to change all of her information from male to female. I don’t know who was more nervous at that point, me, because I was talking to her, or her because she had to tell me she was a woman now and wanted her information changed.
As fumbling, mumbling, and nervous as I was, I located her original Birth Certificate and I printed out the forms she would need to make corrections. I explained to her, that the State of California was really difficult with changing sex on a birth certificate, and she might have a rough road ahead, in getting it corrected. Before we ended our conversation, I gave her every bit of information I could think of to assist her. You know the little tricks I’ve learned throughout my career and some (excuse the phrase) back door maneuvers I could think of so she could switch it without too many problems.