“You’ll figure it out,” he said, all philosophical, “you can’t hide your true sexuality forever and now that the cat is out of the bag so to speak, you’re going to want it again.”
I prayed he was wrong, but based on my hunger to suck cock, I’m guessing he wasn’t wrong.
“Well it was fun,” he shrugged and walked out of my hotel room.
Exhausted, I collapsed on my bed even as cum continued to trickle out of my ass.
As I drifted into slumber, I prayed he was wrong, that this was a onetime thing, yet of course once the genie is out of the lamp it is impossible to put him back in it.
Epilogue
I sucked off my upstairs hotel neighbour the next evening once more and emailed Zack to offer him another evening of complete obedience, but he didn’t respond back, leaving me wanting.
I’m not sure I’m a faggot, I still hate that term.
But I definitely am no longer just a cocksucker…so what does that make me?
The end