Summary: Gay stud’s hobby is turning straight guys.
Matt, whose anal cherry I had just taken, said, “I can’t believe we just did that. I thought I was straight.”
“I knew you weren’t,” I replied, as I returned from the washroom. The irony was crazy as he was a really loud-mouthed, in your face linebacker on the field, but now in my arms he was a tame, insecure man wanting to be cuddled and loved.
“What do you mean?” He asked, looking offended.
“I just knew,” I shrugged.
“How?” He questioned, clearly worried others would know he was a cocksucker.
“How did I know you would be an eager cocksucker?” I asked, liking to be crude and put ex-straight boys in their place.
“Please don’t call me that,” he said.
“You didn’t seem to mind when you were bobbing up and down like a sorority slut a few minutes ago,” I pointed out.
“I can’t believe I did that,” he said, his eyes giving away he still was shocked by his gay submission.
“Oh, I can,” I smiled, my revelation just coming to me. “All guys have a gay side in them.”
“All guys?” He questioned. “Really?”
“Did you think you had a gay side before I had you bent over the couch and was fucking that tight ass of yours?” I asked, loving the awkwardness I was creating with my newly turned fuck toy.
“No, I guess not,” he cringed, clearly a bit of shame coursing through him. “Although, I didn’t know I was curious until today.”
“Until I turned you into my little fuck toy,” I said, continuing to push him deeper into humiliation. I don’t know why, but turning straight boys was the greater turn on, as was calling them all the stereotypical names gay men had thrown at them all the time.
“Please don’t call me that,” he said, timidly, even though he was a good fifty pounds bigger than me.
“Well, that is what you are,” I said, before adding, “unless you don’t want my cock in that pretty little ass of yours anymore.” I learned early on treating straight boys like girls, although humiliating, often seemed to relax them, even though logically it made no sense.
He didn’t say anything, clearly still coming to grips with the reality that everything he thought he knew about his sexuality was wrong. I had seen the look, the silence, many times and it always led to acceptance, although often guilt and shame were their first emotions.
Wanting to hear him say it, I asked, “So you are not as straight as you thought you were, are you?”
“I guess not,” he whispered, before adding, his voice trying to sound manly, “but I’m not gay.”
“I never said you were,” I said. “I’m gay, I only fuck men. You are bisexual or a cocksucker.”
“I hate that word,” he said.
“What else would it be? You sucked, rather eagerly may I add, my cock.” When he didn’t say anything as my logic was rather precise, I added, “I guess you could be a cum bucket. Is that better?”
“God, no,” he said horrified at the new derogatory option.
“So what is it? Faggot? Cocksucker? Queer? Ass-taker? Cum bucket?” I asked, listing a few derogatory, demeaning gay terms, all which I myself had been called.
“I-I-I don’t know,” he stammered.
“Pick one,” I ordered, as I moved my arm from underneath him, sat up and placed my flaccid cock in front of his face.
His eyes went big and it was obvious my turning of another straight boy would not be a onetime thing (it almost never was, once you take a beautiful cock like mine between your lips and eventually swallow my addictive seed you are forever a cocksucker; once you bend over and take my long, thick cock up your ass, your man pussy, you are forever yearning to feel yourself filled by my cock). It is just the reality of the male psyche: almost all men are bi-sexual at heart, many just never cross the invisible line society has created. (But more of my straight turning philosophy later)
“Please don’t make me,” he begged.
“I am not going to make you do anything Matt,” I said, moving my cock around his lips. “But you don’t get my cock until you choose a pet name for me to call you.”
“Y-y-you are not going to call me the name in public are you?” He stammered, both petrified for his new secret to be revealed and for him to be outed, plus my cock on his lips had him hungry to taste me again.
“Only if you want me to,” I teased, tapping my cock head on his nose.
“Cocksucker,” he whispered, clearly humiliated by admitting such a thing.
“I’m not sure what you mean,” I teased. “Tell me what you are in a complete sentence.”
“I’m your cocksucker,” he said, still quietly.
“Say it with pride. I don’t just let any little straight boy suck my cock,” I ordered.
He looked up, a hunger in his eyes, a desperation in his tone, “I’m your straight cocksucker.”
Grabbing his head and shoving my cock in his mouth. I allowed it to grow as I instructed, “Use your tongue, faggot.”
He quickly obeyed, his mind shifting from ashamed to hungry instantly.
“Do you like the feel of my cock growing in that pretty mouth of yours, straight boy?” I asked.
He moaned in response causing vibrations on my cock.
As my cock became a direct missile in his mouth, I asked, “Who is a better cocksucker me or that bimbo cheerleader girlfriend of yours?”
His girlfriend was actually really sweet and incredibly intelligent, but I wanted to test if he would stand up for her.
As I pulled my cock out of his mouth, he said, “You are.”
“I suck your cock better than your cheerleading whore?” I repeated, testing him further.
“Yes,” he sheepishly admitted and I rewarded him by returning my cock between his lips.
I asked, “So if your slut of a girlfriend and you are, say, on a date, would you leave her to come and take my cock up your cunt?”
His eyes went wide at hearing me call his ass a cunt.
I pulled out so he could answer. Again he answered like most converted straight boys do, “I’d leave her and come be your cocksucker.”
“My fuck-toy?” I questioned, pumping my cock in his mouth again.
When I pulled out, he whispered, “Yes, your fuck-toy.”
“My cum bucket?” I continued, pushing him deeper into utter submission to my cock.
“I will be your cocksucker, fuck-toy, faggot, queer, cum bucket, just please let me taste your cum again,” he pleaded, completely under my cock’s hypnotic pull.
“As you wish,” I generously agreed, shoving my cock back into his mouth. I fucked his face for a couple of minutes making him gag, before pulling out again, his saliva dripping off my cock and onto his face.
“Beg for my cock, cocksucker,” I ordered.
His eyes showed the hunger a just turned straight boy always has as he said clearly, staring at my cock, “Please fuck your cocksucker’s mouth with your beautiful cock. Shoot your yummy cum down your cum bucket’s mouth.”
“What would bimbo say hearing you talk like a cock hungry slut?” I asked, as my hand reached back and stroked his completely stiff cock.
He groaned, “Aaaah, who cares what she would say, I’m your cock hungry slut.”
“My cocksucker?” I asked.
“Yes, your cocksucker, or anything else you want to call me,” he said, his eyes never leaving my hard cock.
Satisfied, I shoved my cock back into his mouth, letting go of his cock. Although awkward because he was laying down, he tried bobbing, meeting my forward strokes with insatiable desire. I had created a cum hungry cocksucker who I was confident would crave cock the rest of his life. Once you try something and realize how liberating and satisfying it is, it is almost impossible to go back to the vanilla life you were living.
Having already come twice, this was going to take a while. I pulled out of his mouth, laid back on my back and ordered, “Worship my cock, Cocksucker.”
He didn’t hesitate as he repositioned himself between my legs and took my cock back into his mouth.
I eventually shot another load in his mouth and swallowed one more load myself as I finished another successful seduction. I fucked him a few more times over the next couple of months, but I got bored, the original seduction and submission always the thing that really got me off.
Matt eventually broke up with his girlfriend and although he dated other girls throughout college he also continued to suck cock and get fucked as well. He is now an assistant coach in the NFL and although married still likes a big cock in his mouth or ass.
Anyway, that was just an example of my philosophy at work. Sometimes I humiliate them into submission like I did Matt, mostly because he was kind of an asshole to others and I wanted to teach him a lesson; other times I seduce them with romance; and other times I manipulate them to think it was their idea. The seductions vary, but the end result is almost always the same…a straight guy is turned.
Now, I have always hated the gay stereotype that society has created over the years. For example, I am one hundred percent gay. Yet, I don’t speak in a high pitched voice, I don’t have a limp wrist, I don’t dress flamboyantly and I don’t love Judy Collins. Okay, okay, I do like musicals, but so do many straight people.
No, if you look at me you would have no idea I’m gay. I’m extremely good looking (often compared to Brad Pitt), I am in amazing shape, I have a great smile, blue eyes that get me many compliments and often are the first trigger to seduce a man. I have a witty personality and am a chameleon of sorts (able to adapt to the people I am around). I also have a decent sized seven inch cock and a great ass.
Now what I am about to say some will argue with (I’ll probably get hate mail actually)…I’ll be told I’m full of shit…I’m just a pretentious faggot…yet, my theory is based on a lot of experience…a lot of STRAIGHT TURNING.
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A STRAIGHT MAN!!!
Oh sure, many men think they are straight and many men will never once in their life ever do anything sexual with another man, yet I strongly believe any man can be seduced. The reality is you just have to open up their minds to the idea by planting the seed and once it’s there it will often flourish.
I have seduced guys in under an hour, I have also seduced guys that took me three months, but they almost always submit eventually…curiosity is a big part of our human psyche and once an idea is imbedded…curiosity slowly takes over. (I have failed, by the way, there are always exceptions to every rule, but my success rate is about 98%)
Once I get a straight guy on their knees, and they take a cock between their lips they are forever changed. The line between straight and gay blurs and the straight guy will usually crave that secret submission…even though they feel confused about why they did it, why they enjoyed it, and why they crave it.
Once they suck a big, stiff cock and feel the thrill of cum sliding down their throat there is no going back. No forgetting the fulfilling sensation of submission. They will feel guilty, they will question their own sexuality and often tell themselves they will never do it again…but they always do…once Pandora’s Box is open the world they once knew, the world they thought they understood is completely shattered as is their own understanding of themselves.
Having a cock in your mouth is the most natural thing in the world. From breast feeding, to sucking on a bottle, to having a soother in your mouth, to sucking on lollipops and Popsicles, we are trained from birth, literally brainwashed to suck. Which is why it seems so ironic that gay sex, a man sucking another man, is so taboo. Oddly, girls eating pussy, the hole they once came from is considered natural and sexy (but to each their own).
They say every girl at some point wonders about another girl … ponders what it would feel like to taste another woman. Society encourages this from the plethora of porn scenes (how many porn movies do not have at least one lesbian scene?), to celebrities making out live to tease (Madonna and Britney for example), to Katy Perry’s “I Kissed a Girl” (could you imagine if some singer sang “I Kissed a Boy”?).
So I have made it my mission to turn as many straight boys into cocksuckers as I can. I do this for a few reasons:
- As already mentioned, I believe most guys are curious, just like girls, yet society still generally forbids a guy to suck another cock, while a girl eating pussy is in.
- I get a sexual thrill at turning straight guys into cocksuckers. It is a great rush to see a straight guy with a mouth full of cock.
- I love the validation of being right, of course, and the fact that almost always the first time cocksucker becomes a lifer…sometimes completely crossing to my side…and sometimes deciding, often on their own or with only a little bit of persuading, to try taking a cock in their ass.
- I hate following society’s rules, and breaking them is my own validation after years of being ostracized, bullied and being forced to stay in the closet and be ashamed of my sexuality as if I was deformed because I didn’t lust after the opposite sex (Let’s be honest, a cock is a lot prettier than a pussy, and anyone who says otherwise is a fucking liar).
- And, of course, I liked getting my cock sucked, and growing my harem of once straight cocksuckers (who often text me begging to come over and serve me).
Here are just a few of the texts I have received the past month; to clarify if a cocksucker texts me something generic I insist they specify exactly what they want (I want them to understand craving cock is natural and not something to be ashamed of)
Are you going to be at the lab tonight? I really need a load of your cum in my mouth.
I also insist they sign their name to make sure they are not ashamed of their desire, hunger and need.
Daryl is a classmate who is engaged to be married to a cheerleader…who is completely oblivious that her fiancé loves sucking cock.
Please respond ASAP. I need your cockkkkk so bad!!
Many cocksuckers try to get my attention by pleading. Ben is a former high school teacher of mine who I turned at school. He was easily, actually still is, one of the most cock hungry cocksuckers I turned. He blew me at school in his classroom every prep he had the last two months of my senior year (I conveniently having a spare when he had a prep). I recall him being paged to the office one day while he was bobbing on my cock and I wouldn’t let him leave until I deposited my load down his throat.
I can’t stop thinking about your cock. I can’t believe I did that. Your father was my best friend. I feel guilty, I feel ashamed, yet every day I jerk myself off thinking of sucking you off again.
Please reply soon as I need to do this again before I go crazy.
William was a great turn. I hated my father, who disowned me when he learned I was, in his words, “a cocksucking faggot and no son of his.” My dream was to turn him one day, my dream conversion, but he died of a heart attack at 48. At the funeral, I decided to do the next best thing, and turn his best friend. One day, I do hope to turn my grandfather who is also a homophobic prick. (Okay, I do have some issues)
I need your cock now. My mouth or ass are available for you to choose. I must have you tonight. My wife has her weekly bridge night tonight so the house is free from 6:30-9:00. Come use your cum slut on the bed he shares with his wife.
Damon was a mid-forties black bank executive who I turned and fucked in his office. He screamed so loud that his secretary asked on the intercom if he was all right. I can only imagine if she knew that her six figure boss was bent over his desk getting nailed by a college boy. He blew me the first time at the adult theatre in town and instantly became a cock hungry cum slut. I had rejected his last few pleas, but this was too delicious to refuse. Because we had time, I shot two loads in him that night. The first down his throat and the second in his ass and then made him put on his underwear and stay in them all night with my cum leaking out.
When are u in town next? You opened up a side of me I didn’t know existed. I stare at cocks at the gym now: my mouth waters; I imagine dropping to my knees and sucking; my dreams at night are of cock. Come for a visit!!
I met Brian at Cody’s wedding. He was the best man and after a little coaxing became a changed man when he sucked me off in the washroom stall one floor up from where the reception was taking place. Actually that was a crazy day. I fucked Cody’s ass in the church, just fifteen minutes before he said his ‘I do’s’. I came in his ass and made him wear my cum during the ceremony, a constant reminder that although he was getting married, he was also mine.
Truthfully, the three biggest thrills for me are:
- Turning a straight guy into a cocksucker
- Having a turned guy begging for the privilege to suck me again.
- Taking a virgin’s ass and depositing my load deep in it; conversely, my greatest perversion is to make a guy keep my cum in his ass while he is doing something with his woman.
Every person is given a talent from the Lord. For whatever reason the Lord gave me the innate ability to make straight as arrow guys became the cocksuckers (or more) they were unwittingly trained since birth to be.
A perfect example of this theory was turning my sister’s friend’s cheating boyfriend:
My sister’s roommate had learned her boyfriend of two years had cheated on her. She was upset and we were just trying to cheer her up when my sister, Beth, who knew my special ability, suggested, “Austin, you should turn the fucker.”
Gwen asked, through tears, “W-w-what’s that mean?”
Beth said, “Tell her.”
I usually didn’t tell my secret to everyone, discretion was key in the plethora of guys I had turned. Yet, I really liked Gwen, who was a complete sweetheart, and figured if this guy was such an asshole to cheat on Gwen, he was definitely in play.
I explained, “I turn guys.”
“What?” She asked, perplexed.
“I make straight guys eager cocksuckers,” I bluntly said.
“You’re gay?” She asked.
“Not in the flamboyant, musical loving way,” I joked, long used to women being surprised when they learned I was gay.
“But you’re so hot,” she said.
“Gay guys can’t be hot?” I asked.
She shook her head, “I didn’t mean it that way.”
“I’m just teasing you,” I smiled.
“Will you turn the fucker?” Beth asked, clearly pissed at this guy.
“There is no way you could turn Daryl,” Gwen said. “He hates gay people, calls them immoral.”
“Those are my favourite guys to turn,” I said, knowing through experience that more times than not the more homophobic a guy, the more likely he was hiding insecurities about feelings he was having about other men.
“No way,” Gwen adamantly said, clearly not thinking it was possible.
I laughed, “Trust me. All guys are just the opportunity away from being cocksuckers.”
“No way?” Gwen said, stopping crying as the conversation. Clearly intrigued her.
“Have you ever found a girl attractive?” I asked.
Gwen quickly glanced at my sister, a very pretty, big breasted redhead, before admitting, “Sure, all girls do.”
“Exactly,” I said, without going deeper, wanting her to ask the question.
“How does that correlate?” She asked.
“Ever check out another girl’s breasts?” I asked
Again she mindlessly glanced at my sister’s ample cleavage. “Sure, but I still don’t see where you are going with this.”
“You were raised in a world where woman’s bodies are beautiful and all your life you have worked to maintain your beauty to fit into today’s ridiculous standards,” I explained.
“Still don’t see your point,” she said.
“Guys, on the other hand, are not judged in the same way,” I continued. “We are constantly told to be a man, to not show our feelings. Yet, conversely, from birth we have been sucking things: nipples, bottles, soothers, suckers, Popsicles, etc.”
“So are girls,” she pointed out.
“True, and you continue to deal with your trained oral fixation through putting on lipstick, putting your pen end in your mouth, lollipops, cigarettes and, of course, sucking cock. But men generally don’t do any of those, except maybe smoke. This complete denial of the oral fixation we start at birth is always a psychological barrier that most men don’t realize they are missing until a cock is in front of their face. And once they see a cock, their years of debating an urge they couldn’t explain comes flooding back. Their mouth waters and once the mushroom top enters their lips, they are once again whole.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Gwen said.
“Is it?” I asked. “I know this is personal but have you ever had your pussy eaten by a girl?”
Yet again she glanced at Gwen as her face went red. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Don’t be ashamed,” I smiled, assuming she and my sister had played with each other. “We are born as sexual beings and the idea of the opposite sex being the only sex is as outdated as the fifties housewife.”
“I guess,” she shrugged.
“Anyways, my point was, I am guessing that the girl between your legs did a better job getting you off than a guy did down there,” I continued.
“I guess,” she agreed, clearly slightly uncomfortable with the lesbian talk.
My sister finally spoke, “You guess? You were begging for it.”
“Beth!” she gasped.
Beth countered, “He knows I’m bi, Gwen.”
“But,” Gwen started, clearly embarrassed by the revelation of their lesbian activity.
“Gwen,” I interrupted. “I don’t judge, Suck cock, eat pussy, it’s all relative. Like I said, we are all just sexual beings. But back to my point, much as girls eat pussy better because they understand the intricacies of a pussy. A guy similarly knows what it feels like to get sucked and thus knows exactly how to replicate that pleasure on another cock.”
“I guess,” a still uncomfortable Gwen said.
“Do you want me to turn him into a cocksucker?” I asked.
“Why not?” she shrugged.
“Okay,” I nodded, “give me all the details about him and I will start the turn.”
Beth said, “I’ll get you all the info you need, but first we need a few minutes so I can cheer her up.”
“Beth!” Gwen gasped again.
“Get over here, cunt licker,” Beth demanded, as I headed out of the room.
Twenty minutes later they were done and I had all the information I needed.
Starting my plan, a chill went up my spine, always getting excited when the hunt for a new turn began.
Two days later, I took out a one week membership to the gym he worked out. He was the stereotypical big muscle head jock.
I worked out and when he went into the sauna after his workout so did I with Trevor. Trevor was a very submissive cocksucker who craved my cock so much he had become my straight turner shock value cocksucking wing man. On many occasions, men I had turned, had walked in on Trevor bobbing on my cock, setting off a trigger of curiosity. This triggered curiosity almost always ended the same way…with a guy who formerly considered himself straight sucking my cock.
Arron, that was the cheaters’ name, was sitting down by himself (I paid one of the workers 20 bucks to make sure the sauna was empty until Arron went in and to keep it blocked after the three of us entered). I sat across from him, with Trevor on the same side as him.
After a few seconds, I asked, Arron, “Is this sauna usually this dead?”
“Hit and miss,” he shrugged, “I come early to avoid the crowds.”
“Me too,” I nodded, opening my legs so Arron saw my cock dangling between my legs, Now no I didn’t expect him to see my cock dangling, drop to his knees and suck me off, but it is all about setting up the thought he had never considered.
After a moment, I said, “I’m Austin.”
“Arron,” he replied, his own smaller cock dangling between his legs.
“With an ‘E’ or a ‘A’?” I asked, knowing small talk helped get them comfortable.
He laughed, “An ‘A’, and two ‘rr’, my parents like creative spelling.”
“My dad named me after a city,” I shrugged, before adding, “where I was apparently conceived.”
“Nice,” he chuckled.
I glanced over at Trevor who was always a mixture of eagerness and nervousness when he was to perform in front of an audience. I asked, “Hungry?”
“Famished,” he answered, the word he always used when asked the question.
I snapped my fingers and Arron watched in shock as Trevor walked over to me, dropped between my legs and took my cock in his mouth.
“What the fuck?” he asked a few seconds later as if it took time for his brain to process what he was witnessing.
“He’ll suck you too if you want,” I offered. “He is an amazing cocksucker.”
“I’m not a faggot,” he said, his facial expression one of utter disgust.
I lied. “Me either, but he is way better than any chick I have ever had gobble my turkey stick.”
“I don’t want some faggot sucking me,” he countered, although as is often the case, he wasn’t leaving. He was talking tough, yet watching it occur.
I pointed out the truth, “Actually, Trevor here is married with a couple of kids, he just also loves having a cock in his mouth, isn’t that right, cocksucker?”
Trevor quit sucking, used to the humiliation I often threw at him in front of others, “Yes, I have a beautiful wife.”
“But…” I added.
“But, I also love sucking cock,” he admitted, before taking mine back in his mouth.
I explained, “Reality is, straight guys who suck cock always do a much better job than any woman…likely because we all have the same equipment.”
“I guess,” he said, “but he’s still a guy.”
“A mouth is a mouth,” I shrugged. “I don’t kiss him or do anything even remotely romantic. I just shoot my load in his mouth, because as I already said, a mouth is a mouth. Actually, a guy’s mouth is way better than a girl’s mouth.”
“I don’t know,” he said, less adamant than when the conversation started, “but it’s still really gay.”
“To each their own,” I shrugged. “When it comes to cocksuckers, I want the best and guys are the best. Trust me, once you have had a guy blow you, a chick won’t do.”
“If you say so,” he shrugged, although he kept watching Trevor bob on my cock.
“Want to try?” I asked, purposely leaving the question open ended.
“I don’t know,” he said, looking at the door, his own inner door opened to something he had never considered before. I glanced down and saw his small cock was no longer flaccid but completely erect.
I explained, “I got one of the employees to close the sauna for me. We have it all to ourselves.”
“Really?” he asked, every excuse he had being countered by me.
“I needed my cock sucked and couldn’t wait to go back to my place,” I shrugged, before adding, “Trevor is a suck my cock whenever or wherever I ask kind of cocksucker.”
“I can’t believe it,” he said, still in awe.
“Here it comes, cocksucker,” I groaned and deposited my load down his throat.
“Shit, he just took your load,” he gasped, “my ex-girlfriend never swallowed my load.”
“They never do,” I said. “They figure we should eat their fishy boxes and yet God forbid they swallow our cum.”
“So fucking true,” he nodded, as Trevor finished retrieving the last remnants of my cum.
I asked, “Do you want Trevor to suck your cock?”
“Fuck, why not?” he shrugged, trying to keep it as casual as possible.
“Indeed,” I agreed, before saying, “Good news, cocksucker, this morning is a swallow one load, get a second load for free morning!”
Trevor allowed my dick to slip out of his mouth and he wordlessly walked over to Arron, returned to his natural position on his knees, and took Arron’s in his mouth.
“Christ,” Arron groaned, as Trevor easily deep throated his small dick.
“I told you,” I nodded, standing up, my much bigger cock still erect as I tried to showcase it to him for the future.
I stood directly in front of him, making sure my cock was in direct view. Like most guys who experience their first real blow job from a guy, every other blow job was suddenly inadequate, and in less than a minute he was groaning, closed his eyes and shot his load down the expert cocksucker’s throat.
I asked, “Was I right?”
“Shiiit,” he grunted.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I laughed.
“I usually take forever to come,” he said, finally opening his eyes.
“I told you, men know men,” I shrugged, as Trevor finished swallowing his second load in the last couple of minutes.
Five minutes later, we were getting dressed in the locker room and I asked, even though I already knew from my intel from his ex-girlfriend, “Are you a football fan?”
“A die hard Giants fan,” he answered.
“If you’re interested, why don’t you come over on Sunday? The only thing better than watching NFL football while drinking a few beers is watching NFL football, drinking a few beers and getting your dick sucked,” I offered.
“Who will be there?” he asked looking around to see if anyone else was listening, clearly not wanting anyone else to hear our conversation.
“Just you, Trevor and me,” I answered, drawing him in.
“We’ll see.” He shrugged.
I knew the fact he didn’t say no was an almost for sure ‘yes’ and I wrote my address and cell on a piece of paper and gave it to him. I said, “Text me either way.”
On Sunday, as expected, I got a text that he was going to come over. He arrived part way through the first quarter and was surprised that Trevor wasn’t there.
I said, “He can’t get here till after church. He is a doting husband, a caring father and a true Christian.”
He chuckled. I offered him a beer and we watched the game until half time without really talking.
Just as the half was ending, both agreeing the Bears needed to be more aggressive on offense, there was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” I called.
Trevor came in, still in a suit, and said, “Carol is not too happy about me leaving today.”
“So why are you here?” I asked, loving to hear him admit he craved my cock more than anything else.
“To suck your cock,” he answered, dropping to his knees in front of me.
“Today you get double duty,” I smiled, standing up and pulling down my jeans.
Arron stared as Trevor leaned forward and took my cock in his mouth.
“Get comfortable Arron, Trevor knows that during Sunday football he is to take his time and let me enjoy my favourite things: football, beer and blow jobs,” I explained.
Arron obviously wanted his own blow job, so he tugged his jeans down and pulled out his cock.
“Sit back, relax and enjoy both shows,” I said, as I moved my beer bottle to him. We clinked beer bottles as Trevor reached out and began slowly stroking Arron’s already hard cock while sucking mine.
For the next twenty minutes, Trevor went back and forth between our cocks until, as planned, his phone rang.
I said, “You’d better get that.”
Trevor took Arron’s cock out of his mouth and pulled his phone out of his suit jacket. After a moment, he said, “Okay, okay, I’m on my way.”
Trevor, looking upset, although he was just faking it, said, “I’m so sorry, but I have to go. Emily fell off the swing and may have broken her arm.”
“No worries,” I said, “I’ll call you next time I need that mouth.”
“Of course,” he nodded, before leaving.
I said, reaching over and grabbing Arron’s cock, “I guess we may have to finish each other off.”
Arron moaned even as he stammered, “F-f-finish each other off?”
“Yes,” I repeated, “Just two guys helping each other.”
“I don’t know,” he groaned.
“Just stroke my cock for a bit,” I suggested.
After a moment, he reached over and grabbed my cock. “That’s it,” I groaned, knowing he was almost ready for the turn to occur.
For a couple minutes, we just silently stroked each other, before I suggested, “Do you want your cock sucked?”
“God, yes,” he answered.
“For the record, I suck cock better than Trevor,” I said, “but I have a rule that I always come first.”
“What?” he asked, surprised, I think, by my words.
“Look Arron,” I said, “You’ve been checking out my cock all day. I will give you the best blow job you ever had, but first you must suck me.”
“I’m not gay,” he protested, even though he didn’t take his hand off my dick.
“Didn’t say you were,” I countered, “We’re just two guys helping each other out.” I leaned down and took his small cock in my mouth.
He groaned, my mouth always the one thing that no man can resist. I did my magic tongue saliva swirl, which always got a guy revved up and then when I could tell he was getting close, I stopped.
Sitting back up, I said, “Your turn.”
“I don’t,” he began, but I interrupted.
“Don’t think about it, just do it,” I ordered, “and I promise I will finish you like you’ve never been finished before.”
“Fuck it,” he said, leaning forward.
“No, no,” I said, “On your knees.”
He looked like he was going to say something, but as I expected, he was all façade. Behind the burly persona, was a submissive. Instead, he moved onto the floor, between my legs and took my cock in his hand. After a moment, as he stared at my big cock, he finally opened his mouth and took it in. I smiled as another straight guy was turned. I had seen this so many times and once my cock was in a straight guy’s mouth he was mine. I have had guys reject me, on occasion, but never had a guy ever resisted becoming my cocksucker once he had it between his lips.
He was tentative and slow at first, but like all straight cocksuckers, once that cock is in their mouth, they become natural cocksuckers, just like they were psychologically trained to be. Having not come all day, planning for this moment, I didn’t last long…the rush of another successful turn, even though he didn’t know it yet.
I didn’t warn him as I shot my load down his throat. As expected, he didn’t freak out, but instead kept sucking like the good cocksucker he was about to become.
Once done, I complimented, “For a straight guy, that was damn good.”
He took my cock out and said, clearly surprised by his own actions, “I can’t believe I did that.”
“You’re a natural cocksucker,” I commented.
“Don’t say that,” he said, clearly questioning why he just did what he did and ashamed by it.
“Want me to finish what Trevor started?” I asked, deciding to get him focused back on the sex.
“God, yes,” he said, his cock stiff as steel.
“Stand up,” I said, as I slid off the couch and onto the floor. I took his cock into my mouth and gave him one of my full service out of this world blow jobs. Like most straight guys who have never been sucked by a gay guy (though he did get sucked by Trevor), he didn’t last long in my mouth, grunting and spewing his seed down my throat.
Once spent, I sat back on the couch and returned to watching the game.
He sat back down and joined me, not saying a word, and yet not leaving either.
I asked, “Do you want to stay and watch the second game?”
“Sure,” he agreed, acting nonchalant, as he glanced at my still erect cock, “I got nothing else to do today.”
We both pulled our pants back up, drank more beer, and watched the first half of the Green Bay and Baltimore game before I went to the washroom. When I returned, I fished my cock out of my pants and offered my cock to Arron. Without hesitation, he leaned forward and took my cock between his lips. I groaned, “That’s it, get it nice and hard.”
He bobbed with more enthusiasm this time, as it grew hard in his mouth. I said, “That’s it cocksucker, worship my cock.” My phone was on record in my jean’s pocket as I recorded his submission to cocksucker for Gwen.
Sometimes this makes them stop, they hate being called a cocksucker, but he didn’t slow down at all. I pulled out when I was close and ordered, “Beg for my cock.”
“Oh God, I want your cock,” he pleaded, the hunger in his eyes so hot.
“Where?” I asked.
“In my mouth,” he answered.
“Between your cocksucking lips?” I questioned, tapping his lips with my cock.
“Yes,” he said.
“Say it, cocksucker,” I ordered, sliding my cock in his mouth for three quick pumps and pulling out.
“I’m a cocksucker,” he admitted, like the cock hungry slut I had created.
I shoved my cock back in his mouth and he bobbed back and forth like a cum addicted whore.
I shot a second load down his throat after a couple more minutes.
Pulling out, I sat back down and asked, casually, “Green Bay vs Baltimore or San Fran and Miami?”
He replied, “San Fran.”
I loved how I could turn a guy, use his mouth as my personal cum deposit, and then still have a normal conversation.
I shot two more loads down his throat that day and swallowed one myself. The last load he swallowed, I had slyly videotaped with my phone as visual evidence for Gwen.
As he left, I said, “If you want my cock again, text me.”
“Okay,” he nodded.
“You’re a natural cocksucker,” I complimented.
“You too,” he replied.
“Next time though I want a piece of that ass,” I revealed, setting him up for the final submission.
He laughed awkwardly, “I’m not gay.”
“I know, you’re just a cocksucker. But most cocksuckers also have amazing tight man cunts,” I added.
“I’m not interested in that,” he said.
“You weren’t interested in sucking cock a few hours ago either,” I pointed out.
“That’s different,” he said, as he got ready to leave.
“If you say so,” I shrugged, knowing I would have his ass soon and I would videotape it all.
“Thanks for hosting,” he said.
“Thanks for swallowing four loads of cum,” I countered.
“Um, okay,” he said. “See ya.”
My cock hard again, I asked, “Do you want a load for the road?”
“Fuck,” he sighed.
“Fuck what?” I asked.
He didn’t say anything, just dropped to his knees, fished out my cock again and took it back in his mouth.
Straight turning: sometimes it takes time, sometimes manipulation, but mostly it really is quite simple…like I said…all straight guys can be turned given the opportunity.
I took his ass the following Sunday when we made a bet Giants vs Jets, loser takes it in the ass. He lost the bet and then he won.