I Became a Cock Sucking Fag Pt. 04 by SamanthaMeyers
Explore the enticing world of gay eroticism in 'I Became a Cock Sucking Fag Pt. 04.' This captivating sex story dives into steamy encounters and passionate exploration, perfect for those seeking thrilling LGBTQ+ literature. Discover the allure of desire today!<br/> Looking back on those periods of my life. The self-described time of my exploration, the new desires, the things I liked, or what turned me on, may seem to the reader that somehow overnight I became a gay man. Someone who instantly came flying out of the closet. Some porn-addicted weirdo, who sat in mommy’s basement jacking off three times a day. Or because after giving one blow job, I knew. And it wasn’t that at all. In all reality, as much as I talk about the porn movies, the toys that were becoming involved, and the desires, it was far down the list of everyday activities. It was part of my change, part of the development, and things that opened new doors for me, but it wasn’t the end-all of it. There’s always way more to it than that.
Just like everyone else I had a life, I was working, and I had bills and responsibilities. I had friends that I hung out with. Parties to go to. Family to see. Girlfriends in the mix, albeit most were short term, but lovers nonetheless. I played in several bowling and dart leagues. And being in CA, where there is no winter, there are always things to do and places to go. So, the porn, the experimenting, the lust and passion was a “sexual escape” when I needed it, or when the right time arose. And I wouldn’t have changed it for the world. The problem was, the more I watched, the more I discovered myself, and the more interests that came, the more I needed things to complement those activities. And truthfully as time went on, I wanted dick again. I wanted to know what it was like in a more, romantic, loving, sensual way. But I was still unattracted to regular men, and couldn’t find that outlet. At least not yet.
During my alone time, my fingers and the brush handle were a conduit for those new passions and interests, but it wasn’t real. It wasn’t what I had created in my mind as the perfect play toy. The time had come! I had to put my fears aside, man up – if you will – and go buy a dildo. I wanted cock, and since I wasn’t quite ready to change teams, I longed to know what it was like to hold, stroke, suck, and fuck something that looked like a dick. Like my dick, bigger than my dick, smaller than my dick even, but a dick nonetheless. And here’s how it came about.
I was wandering through the porn store as I had on other occasions. I had thumbed through a few videos in the heterosexual section and made my way into the lesbian section, but I wasn’t finding anything new or overly exciting that was ringing my bell. I turned the corner and found something new. I had inadvertently stumbled into the bi-sexual section. Except this bi-sexual section wasn’t two women and a man. These videos were of two men and a woman. I felt weird holding the DVD cover and seeing the still photographs on the cover of the boys playing with each other, and the woman tagging along. But something inside of me felt compelled to buy it and watch it.
I found two videos I believed were soft enough, romantic enough, or even sexual enough to pique my interest, so along with a couple of lesbian videos I chose, I made my way to the counter. I felt extremely nervous, almost flushed, and red-faced as the clerk rang up the purchases. But after paying my money, and getting them placed in that black bag, I headed out the door. The next night when I was alone, my masturbation time started with one of the lesbian porns. It was good, and arousing, but as time went on with those, it all seemed like the same theme. Even though I was aroused by the sexual aspect of two women, it wasn’t as exciting as it used to be. However, my mind kept thinking about those bi-male videos, so I got up and put one on.
The first scene that grabbed my attention was the two men at the beach, having a wonderful afternoon in the company of a female. After frolicking in the water, they went up the hill to a private area in the trees for a picnic, but food never came into the mix. Before long, every one of them was making out and when the one actor, pulled down the pants of the other actor and started sucking on his dick, I was affixed to the screen. The girl was involved, of course, she was sucking some dick too. But the boys were more involved and I couldn’t keep my dick out of my hand. As odd as it was, I was fascinated by seeing one man blowing another, while the female was there for accompaniment.
I was hard as a rock and started thinking how liberating it would have been if one of my girlfriends and a man, we had an interest in, were shadowed in the woods after a day at the beach, all sucking each other off. The more I watched the dick-sucking going on, and eventual anal penetration from one man to the other, I was about ready to explode. I watched the entire movie. Each scene was different in ideas and locations. Still, in the end, all the men were sucking and fucking themselves, with the accompaniment of a female, who was just along for the ride (no pun intended) and I was shooting cum as fast as I could get it out. That began the breaking point. That’s when I knew I needed something more life-like than a brush handle or my fingers and I needed more videos like this.
Sometime later I found myself in the same porn store in the same bi-sexual video section, looking at more DVDs like the ones I had bought. Thankfully I had gone in mid-afternoon, so the only other people inside were a younger couple looking around the area of what I would call the soft toy section. You know, the fury handcuffs, the suggestive card games, nipple clamps, etc. So, when they wandered away from that area, I nervously, and bashfully wandered into the dildo area. I was shocked by how many there were. All kinds of sizes, colors, shapes, lengths, and vibrating actions. I picked a few up, trying to compare the size to the brush handle. I was truly embarrassed as I stood and held different-sized dildos in my hands trying to figure out which one would be best for me.
I finally settled on the little, “realistic” 6-inch-sized dildo that had a little vibrating mode. Maybe you’ve seen that style with the little black base that unscrews at the bottom and can accommodate two AA batteries, which makes it vibrate. I walked up to the counter with my two Bi-Sexual porns and the plastic-cased dildo and set it on the counter. My heart was pounding. I could only imagine what the clerk thought, probably rambling in his head; here’s the gay boy with his bi-porn and a dildo. I know my face was bright red and as uncomfortable as it was for me to buy it, I had to get it. I had to know. I was about to cross the line and there was no turning back.
Upon leaving the store, I was now in possession of a “dick” accompanied by two Bi-Sexual (almost Gay) porn movies with men sucking and fucking each other. I had, in all reality, taken the next step into bi-sexuality and I was about to embark on riding a “dick” versus a brush handle. It was mind-blowing and unrealistic to what I had known, beyond anything I would have thought I would have ever done.