My Roommate Turned Me Into A Sissy – Part 7

My mind felt like it was starting to break. Aaron was seeping into every part of my conscious and unconscious thoughts. I needed a break from this. I needed a girl. I needed to get my dick wet in some pussy.
Ashley would do it. She was fine as hell and is interested. I needed to hook up with her right away.

I asked if she wanted to do something tonight.
She responded, I already said yeah. What’re we doing?
Not sure yet. But I’m gonna make sure you know my name.

She lol‘d and told me to pick her up in an hour or so. That was all I needed. She wanted some and I had to have it. I was going to get back into fucking girls and get this faggot stuff out of my head.
I jumped in the shower again, just for good measure and threw my clothes on and hurried to the door. All I wanted to do was to get out of the apartment and forget it even existed. I had my hand on the door when I heard Aaron call out.

“Yo, T, that you?”

Fuuu-uuu-uuu-uuuck. What the hell did he want now? I already fucking blew his mind with some head earlier. What else could he want from me?

“You headin out? Come’re for a second?”

I rolled my eyes, hung my head and turned around and walked to his room. He was laying in bed, a leg draped off the side of the bed and his arms behind his back. His TV was on across the room from him but it was paused. The picture was too blurry to tell what it was but it looked as if he was naked so I assumed it was porn.
I had never realized how much of a porn addict Aaron had become. Maybe he always was, but it just came as an epiphany of mine in the last week. He always seemed to have some kind of sexual activity going whether it on his phone, TV, magazine or just discussing it lewdly in the opoen.

My Roommate Turned Me Into A Sissy – Part 6

I felt disgusted with myself for how that had just gone with Aaron. My finger was in his asshole and it made him cum. I was so eager to make him cum too, so much so that I jerked myself off until I spilled all over the floor. I even begged him to make me cum in his mouth. What the fuck was happening to me?
The water poured over me but I never felt like I could get clean enough. Turning the water hotter didn’t help either, so I scrubbed the best I could and then brushed my teeth and tongue for five straight minutes. There was nothing I was going to be able to do to get myself clean enough. All I wanted to do was to forget it happened.
I threw myself on my bed and tried to fall asleep. It wasn’t quite noon yet but it felt like the only thing I could do to get my mind off of Aaron and what I had felt he made me do. Tonight, hopefully, things would go well with Ashley and I could get some of this pent up aggression poured out onto her.
And into her.
After laying there trying to distract myself with different things I wanted to do to her and her body. She had a great body too. Not very tall but some great curves. Those big tits were screaming for me to be sucking on them while I pounded her pussy.

Yeah, I’d fuck that girl until she screamed my name. I’d bring her back here and let Aaron listen to what its like to have sex like a man. Fuck a fine ass girl instead of some guy because thats all you can do is basically blackmail some guy into sucking your dick.
Fuck yeah. I’ll make his ass so fucking jealous.

That finally did the trick and I faded into sleep thinking of all of the ways I’d make Aaron wish he was fucking Ashley instead of me. How she was going to be riding my dick and calling out my name. How he’d hear it and all he could do is jerk that massive dick of his with nobody to help him cum. I’d be behind her, slapping my thighs into her fat ass cheeks and he’d be able to hear it in the room next to us.
I was dreaming of fucking her now. Both of us naked and her bent over my bed while my hips were slamming into her. She was calling me Daddy as I fucked her. The slapping sounds of my hips was filling the room. We were so hot for each other we didn’t even close the door and I knew Aaron could hear us in the next room.
As my cock was deep in her cunt and her tits were bouncing underneath her she looked back and said hi to someone in the doorway. I looked back, still thrusting into her and I saw Aaron fully naked asking if he could join in. His massive cock looked even bigger, swinging down by his knees and Ashley welcomed him over. I was in shock and couldn’t speak, all I could do was continue thrusting my hips into her.
He walked over to the front end of her and I watched as she grabbed his cock and put it in her mouth. She started sucking it eagerly but she couldn’t get it very far in her mouth. The ridiculously lock cock barely went past the tip and she was gagging on it. He looked at me and laughed, saying how she was a good cock sucker but not as good as me. It felt like my entire body was burning up, but all I could do was keep thrusting. It was as if I was stuck in that motion.
He then told her what a great cock sucker I was and asked if she minded switching places with me. She laughed and agreed, moving away from me and telling me that its okay. She told me I needed to show her how to do it. As she moved away I kept thrusting into the air until Aaron told me to come closer. My body reacted instantly, as if he held some kind of power over me and I crawled onto the bed toward him.
Ashley moved up behind me and pulled my ass cheeks back against her hips and started to motion the way I was against her, as if she was fucking me but without anything inside of me.
Aaron told me to show her and started feeding his cock to me. The extreme length, almost 12 inches and girthy, pushing into my lips and into my mouth. My eyes were wide as he kept pushing it in further, well past what Ashley was able to take. I could hear her behind me encouraging me and saying what I good job I was doing.
I never felt a gag though, no matter far he continued pushing past even the point I could only do outside of the dream. He kept going, pushing further. He was moaning and so was Ashley. I could only stay on my hands and knees as Aaron’s cock continued to push into my mouth. It was filling me and I was past halfway, 6 inches in my mouth and I could feel it going down my throat. He told me to relax. He told me to take it all. They both said how great of a cock sucker I was.
Aaron’s massive cock pushed all the way into my throat until my lips touched his waist. I could feel Ashley’s fingertips running up and down my ass cheeks. She pushed her finger into my tight hole and started pushing until she had her entire finger in me. Aaron told me to start stroking my cock while he fucked my throat and I obeyed again. Both Aaron and Ashley started moving in and out of me as they fucked me from both ends and I had no control over myself as I jerked myself off, moaning the entire time until my body convulsed and I came all over the bed.

Then I was awake. I had no idea what time it was, but the sun had shifted so I had slept away most of the afternoon. I felt hot again. I was sweating. I moved the blankets off of me and I had felt some wetness all over my thighs. When I threw the blanket off of me I was horrified to see that I had a wet dream. The memory of the dream was fading but I knew it involved Aaron and Ashley. I rubbed my eyes and groaned loudly to myself in frustration.

What the fuck am I going to do about this shit?

My Roommate Turned Me Into A Sissy – Part 5

The next day I slipped out of the apartment early. I made sure to get up before Aaron typically did and get out of there before he could bring up anything. It just happened and I wasn’t ready to address it again, even though we had an agreement of only once a day I didn’t want to have the second time be within a 24 hour period. I knew it would just mean I’d have to deal with it later but I figured that was something I could put off until I couldn’t help it anymore.
I went down to the Burger King to see if the manager had an answer for me yet and maybe see if that cute girl was working again.
I went in and she was helping a customer, but she saw me and shot me a smile so I lined up behind her and made kissy faces at her which almost made her laugh. I could see she thought it was funny but was playing it off like she wanted me to stop until the customer left.

“Hey you,” I said, walking up to the counter.
“You forget my name already?” She covered her nametag and looked at me with a smirk.
“No, no. I got it.”
“Oh yeah, what is it then?” She tilted her head and kept her hand tight against her chest.
“If I get it right can I replace your hand with mine?”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head, “quit trying to be fast with me. What’s my name, Tristan?”
I couldn’t help but smile, “how the hell do you know my name, huh?”
“Maybe I’m just a mind reader hm? Although I don’t think I’d want to be in that mind. Who knows what kind of things you go on about in a day.”
I paused for a moment. Of course she couldn’t read my mind but my first thought was thinking how I’d never want her to be able to see what I’m thinking because of what I did yesterday.
“Oh, yeah, uh, right,” I stammered, getting caught off guard. The image of Aaron’s cock was back in my head instead of talking with this young, hot piece of ass and I got flustered trying to clear my mind.
“Are you okay, Tristan? I’m just playing around with you. I got your name from your application yesterday. I took a glance before my manager took it. I hope that was alright.”

My Roommate Turned Me Into A Sissy – Part 3

Oral sex between a man and a woman is incredibly different, for obvious reasons. But, like everything with a woman, there’s an art to orally pleasuring them. Your tongue glides along their lips while you wait for the sounds to pour down from their mouths on where to stop and where to keep going. Your tongue is a paint brush, flicking along the edges of a canvas soaked with paint. Brushing out the edges until a finer picture presents itself, and then you stroke and spread and put the heavy work in to form the subject of your painting.

When orally pleasing a man there isn’t a lot to getting it right. All you need is a warm mouth, as little teeth interference as possible, and eagerness. I provided only one of these the first time I had another man’s cock in my mouth.
Aaron had finally weakened my resolve. I was adamant that I was not going to trade free rent for blowjobs, but the weight of the situation was too much. His constant suggestions piled on top of the threat of being thrown out by an overbearing, physical landlord. The hassle of finding a new place to live in a climate that was already stretched thin. Trying to find a new job after being let go by my previous one. It was all so much that taking the easy route and letting a man, my roommate, slide his cock into my mouth for money seemed like it wasn’t that big of a deal.

“There you go. All you gotta do is sit there and take it the first time. Just let me show you how I like it.”

I should have told him I didn’t want to hear him talking. I don’t want the awful porn dialogue that went along with blowjobs. All I wanted was it to be silent, or extremely loud with music so I couldn’t even hear myself think. Anything to keep my mind off of what was happening.

Aaron was right though. The experience wasn’t what I thought it would be. In reality, the idea of letting another man put his cock in my mouth was revolting. I thought the second it came close to me I’d gag and spit and cough and tell him I couldn’t do it. Instead he put it to my lips and I felt the tip of his cock press firm against me, my mouth not open wide and my face was screwed up sour.

“There you go,” was all he said as he pushed past my lips, spreading them apart. I didn’t flinch, just twisted my face further expecting the taste of his cock to turn me off and end this all. My mouth opened around his meaty flesh, I could feel the shaft push into my mouth and rest on my tongue. All I could do was make a disapproving, gentle gag even though he wasn’t even half way in at that point.
My mind wouldn’t shut off, even if it was desperately all I wanted it to do. The thoughts ran through my head.
Should I actually suck? Is that what’s supposed to happen?
Is it alright if I don’t move?
He better not start moaning.
Oh my god, how far into my mouth is he going to go?
Oh my god! Is he going to cum in my mouth?

The last thought terrified me. I didn’t set any ground rules on the actual act of him putting his cock in my mouth. What if he came? I sure as fuck wasn’t going to swallow it. What if he pulled back and came all over my face? I might fucking die.
I was conflicted though. If I pulled back and stopped it I would have to go through the experience of him putting it back in my mouth, rather than being almost finished. It was probably easier if I just let him continue than stop the whole thing to have a discussion about it.

His cock filled my entire mouth as he pushed in. I could feel him in the back of my throat and it was getting to be too much to handle. I sat up in the chair, not wanting him to put his weight forward on me and have his balls resting on my chin. The movement from sitting up straight pushed his cock into the back of my throat, pressing against it and causing me to choke and gag for a second. He groaned out in pleasure from it.
To this point he was merely guiding his cock into my mouth, there was no other contact between us. I sure as fuck wasn’t going to touch him and I was hoping he would keep his hands to himself, but unfortunately that didn’t happen. As his tip hit the back of my throat and he groaned loudly in reaction, his hands dropped onto my head. I tried to wiggle them away but he gripped my head tight and started pulling my face towards his.
I protested with a firm Mmmgghhh!
He loosened his grip but kept his hands on me, and instead of pulling me towards him he slowly started rocking his hips back and forth. The slow pace wasn’t too much for me to keep up with, outside of the fact that he was fucking my mouth in a very deliberate manner.

The scene must have been something if anyone could see. Me, sitting on the edge of my chair, my hands gripping the arm rests until I was white knuckled. Aaron, with his pants around his ankles and his hands holding my head, rocking his hips back and forth fucking my face with his huge cock. His breathing increasing and he started muttering to himself.

“Oh fuck. Fuck. Mmmm fuck yes. F-f-f-fuck.”

He was getting close. I could feel it in his shortened thrusts, so I closed my eyes tight thinking that would make the possibility of having another man’s cum in my mouth more bearable. It wasn’t.

The spasm of his cock in my mouth was followed by a repeated pulsing shot of warm, salty fluid into the back of my throat. Aaron had just cum in my mouth.
His load was full and thick and it kept coming. His voice groaned out loud, guttural sounds of ecstasy. I felt 5 or 6 pumps of his fuel into my mouth, filling me up and forcing me to swallow it. I finally pulled back when it got too much, coughing and choking as I cleared my throat. Leaning over and spitting out the last remnants in my mouth and wiping my face on my shirt.

“Oh, god, fuck! Oh my god.”
I continued on like that for minutes while Aaron groaned, nearly opposite of my disgust with his own sounds of how good it felt.

After a while of panting, both of us, Aaron’s cock still exposed and my head down he spoke first.

“Deal’s a deal, man. I won’t mention this shit again, at least until next time.”
“Next time?!”

What the fuck did he mean, next time?

“Yeah. You didn’t think this was a one time thing for the entire month, did you?”
“Well, fuck, I wasn’t willing to be your personal blowjob whore for the whole month either. I can’t suck your dick all month whenever you want. I’d rather fucking die.”
“First off, you didn’t suck shit. I fucked your mouth, and barely even got half my dick in it so don’t go thinking you’re this amazing blow. Secondly, I didn’t say you were gonna be my personal blow bitch. But I get it, I’ll go easy on you. How about once a day for the next month?”
“Once a day? Fuck that. I’m not sucking your dick for 30 days in a row.”
“Alright, fine. This is my last offer. 20 times. Whenever I need it, within reason. I’m not gonna ask you to come around with people here or if you’re running out the door, but still you gotta be cool about it. None of that bitching and whining.”

I sighed heavily.

“Fine, 20. But I don’t want to be sucking your dick day morning and night. 20 different days.”
“Again, you didn’t suck my dick. You’re gonna have to get better at that too. I need a little suction on my meat, man. And you gotta swallow that shit. I hate it when girls make a mess by spitting.”
“Hey, I ain’t no fucking girl!”
“Oh oh oh, hold up. I’m not saying you are. Chill. Just, you gotta swallow that shit. You gotta do some sucking too. Try to let it slide into your mouth. Down your throat. Relax. And then, right, 20 times and no more than once a day if thats what you want.”
“It is. I’m not looking to have your dick in my face every day. And when this shit is over we go back to normal. No holding it over my head or nothing.”
“Exactly. Speaking of that, I need you to sign something. I’m gonna write something up, in the honor of holding it over anyones head, to say that I didn’t like rape your mouth or nothing and you’re gonna sign it. I need some kind of proof that you’re doing this willingly.”

I groaned and nodded, “yeah, whatever. But it stays private. Put that shit in there too. If you start spreading this shit around then you gotta owe me something big. Like 10 grand or something.”

Aaron started laughing, “Alright. If I tell other people about this I’ll write in that you get 10 grand. But an addendum that if you sign that it’s cool with me telling other people then that’s null and void.”

“Why the fuck would I be cool with you telling other people?”
“I don’t know man. I wasn’t sure you’d be desperate enough to do this at all. You never know.”

With that he smiled and pulled up his sweats and went into his room. I sat in the living room, continued to wipe my face and then got up to go brush my teeth. I had another month of this shit but then I would be done. I’d have a job and all of this would be in the past. All I wanted now as to go get drunk and maybe find a girl to fuck to get this gay ass taste out of my mouth.

My Roommate Turned Me Into A Sissy – Part 2

I’d spent most of the next 5 days looking for a job, and on the side looking to see what kind of apartments are in the area. I didn’t really want to move, the location of this place was great and I’m settled in. I fucking hate moving. But what Aaron asked me was too wild for me. Like, I get it if it was a joke, pulling my chain to see if he could get met to No Homo or something, but he didn’t let up. He really led me to believe that he was serious.
There was some nervousness setting in as the day got closer to rent being due. Thankfully I had an interview today and rent was due tomorrow. If I could get this job then I’d be set. I wouldn’t have the money but I’d have it soon so Aaron wouldn’t have to worry about me fucking him over like his previous roommate.

Aaron saw me leaving for my interview in the morning and called out to me.
“One more day, T.”

I nodded at him, trying to hide my mix of frustration and nervousness.
All I had to do was get this job. It didn’t seem to hard. Some overnight stuff in a hotel at the front desk. It seemed like there would be easy work and I might not have to do a whole lot, but I underestimated what they wanted.
The job called for some accounting work during the overnight hours since there wasn’t a lot of need for customer check ins at that time and I had never done anything like that. I tried to bullshit my way through the interview and say I had taken some accounting classes in college but I could tell from the woman’s expression that she wasn’t having it. I left the room knowing I wasn’t getting a call and I was going to be completely screwed.

I sat in my car and took my frustration out on my steering wheel for a minute or two before deciding to, begrudgingly, head to my last resort plan. There was a Burger King a couple of blocks from the apartment that had help wanted on their sign. I figured they couldn’t be looking for too much and I should be able to walk right in and get a job.
The place was pretty much empty in the morning, which would be a great shift to work. There was a girl at the front counter leaning against it. She was pretty cute too. It would be a nice side benefit if I ended up having to degrade myself by working here.

“Hey, you guys still hiring?” I asked her.
“Yeah, why would you want to work here?” She laughed.
“Oh you know, I hear all the girls want to be with the King.”

She laughed and shook her head. I wasn’t sure how old she was but she looked pretty young. I figured she was safe to flirt with because any girl working this time of day would be too old to be a teenager or she’d be in school.
A couple of minutes later the manager came out and asked me to fill out an application. He told me as long as there aren’t any red flags on my background check I could start in a couple of days.

“Would it be available to work this shift?”
“Yes, we need some people during the morning hours.”
“Great. I’ll look forward to hearing from you.”

The manager left and before I headed home to tell Aaron the good news I went over to the girl leaning on the counter and looked at her nametag.

“Ashley, huh?”
She nodded, “uh huh?”
“I’m hoping this is your regular shift?”
She nodded again, this time with a smile, “uh huh.”
I grinned back at her, “good. Looks like I picked the right shift then.”
I winked and walked away. She was so fucking fine, I actually couldn’t wait to start working. A whole shift working with her and not many customers? It wouldn’t be too long before I would be hittin that.

Walking back into the apartment I found Aaron in his usual spot, playing video games in the chair in the living room.

“Hey man, no worries about rent money. I’m gonna get you.”
“Alright man, where is it then?”
“I don’t have it right now, but I got another job so don’t you worry. I’ll have the rent for you first pay.”
“Naw, man. Fuck that. I need that shit now. You signed the agreement that rent was due at the end of the month. I’m not taking no god damn loans. If I have to wait two weeks for you to get paid you’re gonna be late. Then I’m gonna have to wait even longer because what if you ain’t got the money for next month’s rent because you’re still catching up. That ain’t gonna fly, man.”

I was kind of pissed off, but I didn’t want to start yelling so I took a minute.

“Dude, come on. I’m good for it. I’ve got most of it right now. I’ll give you that and then when I get paid I’ll give you interest on it. I’m not gonna do you like that.”

He shook his head, “nope. I’m not playing like that. All or nothing.”

“Fuck, man, Aaron. I just got this job man, I’m not leaving. Plus there’s this fine ass girl I’m gonna try and get with. I don’t want to move right now. This is perfect place. Just let me slide for a couple of weeks.”

“Bro, I already told you that you can keep your money if you really want and I’ll let you slide.”

Aaron leaned back in his chair and kicked his legs out, spreading them.

“What? No. Fuck that. I’m not doing that shit. Why you gotta keep playin?”
“I’m not playing, bro. I’m serious. Suck my dick and I’ll let you slide on rent this month. All you gotta do is put it in your mouth and help me cum. I just need a warm mouth, man. It ain’t like you gay. All you’re doing is helping me out and I’m helping you out. Its transactional.”
“Then I’m a fuckin gay whore?”

He started laughing at this point and I told him to go fuck himself.

“T, man, you either get over here and suck my dick or get your shit out. I’ll call the landlord and tell him you’re in breach of contract. He don’t even give a shit, he’ll throw our shit out the window. This man ain’t to be fucked with either. He’ll beat your ass if you won’t get out, he got connections.”

“I can’t find another place, man. Just let me off this once. I looked, theres nothing nearby. It don’t make sense to come all the way into town for a job at fucking Burger King if you don’t live right around the corner. I wanna hit it with this girl. Be cool, help me out.”

“Bro, help me out, T,” he leaned back in his chair still smiling.

I stood there and shook my head. Why is he so fucking hard on this shit? Its a couple of weeks and he’s got most of the money anyway.

“Why, man? Why you gotta do me like this?”
“T, its not that big a deal. You fuckin put all kinds of shit in your mouth anyway? You suck on popsicles all the time. You gonna shove your face in some girls cunt and you ain’t know where thats been. What’s the big deal about suckin a dude’s dick and ain’t nobody gonna know about it? I ain’t even gonna mention it again. I’ll even put a limit on it, once a day.”

“Once a day?! Hell no!”
“Oh, so once a day isn’t good? Fine, 5 times a week. I can’t go any lower than that. I gotta get off, man.”
“I mean, no, not that either. Like, I’m not suckin your dick once a day for the next month.”
“So then do it 5 times a week for the next month. That’s 20 times for $1200. $60 a pop, that’s pretty good money. And shit, if you want to throw an extra time or two in I’ll take some money off next month’s rent too.”
“I can get you next month’s rent, I’m not doing that twice.”
“But you’ll do it once?”

I shook my head again and turned away from him. This shit is ridiculous. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to deal with his fucking landlord throwing my shit around, getting rough with me. I don’t want to do any of this shit.

“Bro. Its all good. Just come here. Its not that big a deal. You ain’t no faggot, I know that. All it is is me helping you out and you helping me out. Its all its gotta be. The doors are locked and the windows drawn. Just come over here, get on your knees and try it. If its the worst thing you’ve ever done then you can say you can’t and I’ll let you leave. But, if its not that bad then we can make this a thing until you can get rent paid again. What do you say?”

He was looking at me sincerely. My heart was racing.

“T, come on. Its not that big a deal. You aint gay. I ain’t gay. Why are you trippin so hard? Just come here. Come on.”

He waved me over. He kept saying to come here so I took a few steps over to him and he stood up and walked over to me.

“Now look. All you gotta do is sit down in your chair, right here,” he patted the chair I sit in and looked at me in the face. It wasn’t a hard look or an aggressive look but one where he was trying to get me to see his side of things. Where he wanted to convince me it was okay. He kept wearing me down, enough that I finally slouched and dropped myself into my chair.

“It doesn’t have to be complicated, man. All it has to be is what it is. Don’t think about it because you’re over thinking it. Just let it be and it’ll be our secret, alright?”

As he was talking Aaron was moving in front of me. He stood between my legs and his hands were running along the waist band of his sweat pants. His voice was calm and soothing. As the last few syllables left his lips he pulled his sweats down and his cock bounced out beneath his tank top. I found myself looking at it in awe as it was pretty big, porn big, and he didn’t even look fully erect.

“Just go ahead, T. You ain’t gotta look, you ain’t gotta say nothing. Just put it in your mouth and we’ll let what happens happen and it ain’t gotta be a thing.”

I looked up at him, then back down. It was less shameful to stare at his thick, long cock than it was to look him in the eye. My stomach felt in knots. I wanted to get up but the arguing and the hassle and everything was a lot to deal with and I was tired.

“Look,” I started, “I don’t want to hear no shit about this. No teasing. Nothing. And if I can’t stand this shit I’m not doing it again and you’ll give me time to find a new place.”

“Absolutely. Now open your mouth. This isn’t going to be anything like you think it is.”

I sighed. A deep, hard, defeated sigh. I sighed then I opened my mouth and shut my eyes. The milliseconds it took for his cock to reach my lips seemed like they lasted minutes, but when it did finally touch my lips and slip into my mouth everything went into a blur.

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah

You’re in a stall in a public bathroom getting ready to go, you flush then hear some jostling. A piece of the wall pulls away and through the hole a thick, long, cock appears erect.

What would you do? Nobody would know. It would just be you sitting in that stall. Your face would never be seen.

At first you’d be startled, yes. Anyone would be.
Who is it?
Where are they?
Where did they come from?

But its just there, that hard cock sticking straight out waiting for something.
You would be interested, wouldn’t you? How would you handle yourself?
Maybe you’re shy. Maybe you’d stare at it as it poked out through the wall. Would you want to touch it? Your hand might twitch. You’d bite your lip. You’d want to. You would look around, and then call yourself stupid as you forgot you were in a bathroom stall.
Would your hand hesitate as it moved through the air, or would you reach out and grab it with eager lust? Squeezing it and tugging it slowly. Gliding your hand along the shaft and cupping the balls.
I think you’d moan too. Knowing the person on the other side of the wall is moaning even if you can’t hear them. Knowing they want more but its as far as you could work yourself up to. Your hand gripping their cock tight, stroking it. Pumping it to you. Your heart racing as you can’t believe your jerking off a stranger in a bathroom.

You would want to go further though. Why go this far and not do it all?
Continue pumping the cock. Pulling on it. Tugging it. Stroking it. His waist pressed flush to the wall so he’s pushed as far into the stall as can be. Where you are has completely left your mind and you don’t consider the state of the floor as you drop to your knees. You’re face to face with a cock for the first time ever.
Or is it the first time? Was there another time you came close but didn’t do anything?
The cock is near your lips. Your mouth opens slowly and you feel sweat running down your face. You want it. You know you do. Commit. Suck that cock. Gag on it. Let it fuck your throat.
And you do. You go all the way. You become a cock sucking slut. Its what you’ve always wanted, deep down, or you wouldn’t have given in so easily. All it took as a cock out in your vicinity and you succumbed to it. Its now in your mouth and you’re pumping it, hoping for a thick load of cum to shoot down your throat. Your free hand reaching down and furiously undoing your pants. You want to jerk yourself off while you’re sucking cock. You want the full experience. You only wish that there was another cock available to shove up your tight asshole and spit roast you. If only there was a hand behind you that could give you a reach around as you were fucked and sucking such a thick cock. You would be in utter bliss.

Does that sound like you, or something you would do? Is your hand on your cock right now imagining it? Did you cum already picturing yourself in that situation?

Tell me all about it.

Emasculate Me

This is the heart of it. The core. The center of my kink. What it is birthed from.

Make me feel inferior. Submissive, with pants of humiliation. Take those feelings and twist my mind with them. Arouse me with them. Make them the reason I get erect. Tell me I’m not a real man and man a charge through my body that makes me want to cum.

Cuckold me. Fuck other men and tell me how much better they are than me. How much bigger their dicks are and how they make you orgasm like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. Tell me you’re not going to stop. You’re going to keep fucking other men, but not me.

Then tell me how puny my cock is. Laugh when it twitches upon mention of how inferior it is to the man you just fucked. Tell me I’m going to be pussy free and never feel the inside of a woman again. Whisper that I can start jerking my cock to the thought of you being fucked by everyone except me.

Watch as my hand furiously pumps my pathetic cock. Listen to my breath getting heavier as you tell me how you’re going to invite him over so he can lay his fat, thick cock over my tiny pin dick and I can see the difference when his size dwarfs mine.

You’ll stroke him and lay his cock completely over mine so it disappears, then you tell me to stroke his cock as if it were mine. As my hand wraps around his huge piece of meat you want me to say how good it feels. You want me to say how much I like his cock in my hands. Then you tell me to ask him if I can suck on it.

Soon I’m gagging on his cock while you’re calling me a faggot. You tell me how you’re going to get me a boyfriend to get fuckEd by every night until I’ve had more sex with men then women. I nod and whimper along as you stroke my dick and ask if I would like that, if I would like to be gay for the rest of my life.

Emasculate me.

In every way possible.

I Need A Man

I think I’ve been on this before but I keep circling back because I haven’t had my fill yet. Yes, double en-tendre’s are fun.

I need a man. A controlling man. I’m not sure that means one of those “Alpha” men as most of them have personalities that are so grating I couldn’t stand to be around them, but a man who is confident and gives off a vibe that is Alpha adjacent. Someone who could command respect but not fear. He would be demanding, but in a way that makes me want to do whatever he asked and have that charge of electricity run through my body because I’m doing it for him. Even that I think I’m doing it for him instead of for me, or that I would get satisfaction (or even feel euphoric) that I’m doing what he wants.

I need a man to tell me to satisfy him.
I want a man to tell me what to do and to be his little fuck slave.

You’d think something like this would be easy to come across with things like Grindr out there, but my god it is not.
There are so many men available, especially in a rural community, but none of them offer what I want or need. They are all the typical type of men that women have been fending off for so many years. Its funny that someone looking for a homosexual exchange is dealing with the same thing.

These men just want a quick meet. A slide his dick in my mouth until he cums and then run. This all sounds well and dandy at the forefront, especially for someone with such a slutty need to gag on cocks and turn himself gay (that is meant strictly in a mindfuck, fantasy aspect with a dash of reality thrown in. In other words, maybe a post for another day).

The problem is that these men want to share nothing about themselves. I’m not talking about their address, credit card numbers, job location or last name. They don’t want to make themselves out to be a real person that is able to lessen the fear of meeting some psycho that is going to fuck up my life.
I started talking with a guy the other day and he wanted to hook up right then. Immediately upon messaging.
I told him I like to get to know people first, find out if they’re trustworthy or not before I was gagging on their cock. In reality its kind of used as a filtering system. Most guys will stop talking to me instantly if I say that. Other guys will fade off pretty quickly, while the remaining guys will show how incredibly dull they are, this guy fit into the last category.

He asked what I was doing, so I told him I was at work.
He asked what I was doing later, so I told him I’d probably be watching tv.
He asked what shows, so I told him.
It was the most dull conversation and eventually I stopped responding because the guy had no personality. This might be considered unfair, because he was trying but I thought of it as a sign that he was not worth the effort. He didn’t feel like he was putting any effort in. The questions were so basic and there was no follow up. The man I need/want is someone who’s able to carry a conversation, or at least add to it. Hooking up with a stranger online is sketchy as it is, I’m not doing it for some random guy with no personality.

The man I want is going to coax me into giving up all of my kinks. He’s going to make me feel like I want to drop everything and go be his cock slave. I’ll see a message from him and instantly get hard. He’ll give me butterflies and be a source of never ending arousal. He’ll be my sexual god that I will worship.

A man that will get me to dive deep into the sexual abyss that is my mind and pull out all of the fun activities I’ve wanted to do for years, and even some things I never knew I wanted.

He’ll lay in bed with me and have me nursing his cock as he records my lips sucking tightly and my head bobbing up and down. All he will have to do is tell me to tell the camera I’m a faggot and I’ll pull my lips off of his cock and look up at him and say it. He’ll then coach me into admitting it.

“Tell everyone how much you love sucking cock,” he’ll say.

My lips will pull off his dick as I look up at him while laying naked between his legs on the bed.

“I love sucking cock. I’m such a fucking cock whore.”

“You certainly are,” he’ll say with a small smirk on his lips.
“Now tell everyone that you’re a faggot.”

I would feel my cock get extremely erect. It was in a loosely hard state at that point, not fully erect but enough from the grinding I was doing into his shin. As I heard him say it my heart would race and I’d feel flush, the feeling of the words running up my throat causing my head to swim.

“I’m a faggot,” my voice would stutter slightly.

“Say it again with more confidence. Tell everyone what you really are. Tell them so they all know when they see you.”

Nodding, I’d take a short breath and say it again without a stutter, “I’m a faggot.”

“Good boy. Now tell everyone that you’re gay. That’s why you went on Grindr. That’s why you were looking for someone to suck their cock. Tell them that you were looking for a boyfriend but you were too conflicted inside to admit the faggot inside of you wanted to come out. Tell them that the thought of being in a relationship with another man makes your dick hard. That you never really liked pussy and that’s why you’re here with me. That you’d be happy never feeling the inside of a pussy again but you’d miss cock.”

I’m feeling needy, like all I want to do is dive onto his cock hearing him say all of this. That I want him fucking me so while my words spill from my mouth in between moans as I admit to being gay his cock is deep inside of me making it permanent. I wanted it so bad.
I would grab his cock and lick it like a lollipop, holding it in my hand and pumping it . I looked up at him and spewed everything he just said back at him. My hips rocking against his shin, his foot curled upward teasing my ass cheeks.

“I am. I’m gay. I’m a faggot. I only want cock. I never want to fuck a pussy again. I want to be used by men and fucked from both ends while being jerked off. I secretly make myself cum to pictures of cock and gay conversion porn because I want to admit that I’m gay. I want a boyfriend. I want to kiss him and tell him that I love him and have him fuck me every night. I want to ask a man to be my boyfriend and every time I see him I’ll kiss him, hug him and tell him how much I missed him. I’ll hold his hand in public and peck his lips and say that I love him. I want to be in a homosexual relationship with another man.”

My hips rock faster as more words come out of my mouth until I cum all over his leg, shivering and shuddering while I tell the camera I’m gay.

As I type all this I’m squeezing my thighs together. I’m rock hard. I just want to rub my cock until I fill my pants with cum and then sit in it. I want a man to move me to do all of this. Someone who has such an amazing control over me that he can make me do and say things that give me such an incredible feeling. A man that will make me abandon everything and be his personal fuck toy. A man that will push me beyond the edge of all of what I’ve wanted.

Is that too much to ask?

Watersports & Golden Showers

I don’t know when I actually started to get turned on by the idea of urine, urination, piss, piss play, water sports, golden showers, etc. It just kind of happened and all of a sudden I was into it. How does something that brings up such strong emotions just kind of pop up on a person like that? Probably says more about me than anything.

I have an idea, actually. I’m sure it stems from my humiliation kink with a side of submissiveness. What’s more humiliating than wetting yourself?
What’s more submissive than someone making you wet yourself or urinating all over you?
I can’t think of much.

Erotica Prompt – Free Use

The has a more fun possibility of being included in an erotica anthology series I was thinking about, but it’s an idea I hadn’t thought of before so I thought it’d be good to record it.

A man, a chauvinistic man, complains about how women get whatever they want. Sex whenever they want and men have to barter, beg and bleed for it. So he makes a deal with the devil type of situation where he gets to be free use. This way, he thinks, women can come up to him and touch, grab, squeeze anything they want. He’ll show them it’s not so bad. It’s a compliment.

The day goes by and nothing is different. No women do anything to him and he’s starting to feel upset and self conscious when a hand squeezes his ass. He’s startled by it and yelps, turning around to see another man wink at him and walk away.

He stands there confused, not sure how to process it until another man walks up and puts a hand over his cock and squeezes through the jeans.

The parameters of the deal was that if he’s approached he can’t deny the advance so the other man feels comfortable, so as more and more men started sampling his body he couldn’t resist them. Eventually his cock was out in public being stroked while a finger was up his ass while someone else kissed him, and they were all men.

It would be a homosexual awakening where he was a free use faggot slut to any man who wanted to use him.

I can’t tell if I’d make him eventually like it, or just get used to servicing cocks for the rest of Gus life.