Dear Diary, aka Coping with Coming Out by Randy Horn

It took my lover very little time to coat my throat in a large, hot load of his tasty sperm deep into my throat. As I lay there, helpless, with pelvis resting on my chin, his softening cock still all the way in my mouth, Ricky took my dick in his mouth and proceeded to give me an awesome blowjob, stopping occasionally to lick and suck my painful, tied testicles. I never fantasized my Dom being sweet to me after, but it seemed to set it all off just right! I came in my friend’s mouth with a ferocity I’ve NEVER experienced, including my very first blowjob from him.

After, he lay next to my still bound body, without making a move to release me and admitted, “I never realized that I like being in complete control!”

“I hope that means we will do it this way again, because I liked it way more than I thought I would!” I replied. “But maybe you could release my balls, before they fall off.”

“Fuck no! I’m not done yet, just resting. The sight of you tied helpless for my bidding is making me just about ready to do it again.”

And he did! This time, he acted in no way considerate to me. Much of the time, I found it difficult to draw a breath. I think I actually passed out a couple of times as he held his cock full depth and ground his pelvis against my chin. This time, as he came, Ricky untied my balls. I shot a load of my own as soon as they fell free.

Next time he comes over, I will make sure to have plenty of clothes like and long shoe laces around…

My change of mood didn’t this time, either. I am free to be queer with no self-recriminations. I guess all I really needed was to not be in control when he sticks his dick in me. Or, maybe I just got used to being gay. Either way, life is suddenly very good.

Thanks for all your help, Dear Diary!

Love, Me.

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