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Click here"Are you a faggot?" he asked. "Are you my bitch?"
The words disturbed me. As I heard him grunting louder and louder.
"I heard if you get a load up your ass that you can never get hard inside a pussy again. Do you think you can get hard in a pussy ever again?"
I was nervous. But so fucking turned on. I moaned.
"I don't think you can. I think you'll always remember this moment. That you're a faggot who wants a load up his ass. Tell me you want a load up your ass. When you cum, tell me you're a faggot."
I was going nuts. I wanted to jack off so bad. He wouldn't let me. Honestly, at that moment part of me did want him to just cum in me. But I was terrified.
It didn't matter. He reached down and started jacking off my dick as I felt him tighten. Hot jizz filled my ass as I started cumming.
"I'm a faggot. I'm a faggot. I'm a faggot." I yelled as I came.
I still don't know why I yelled it. I was so caught up in the moment and drunk and confused.
I collapsed after coming. Feeling so much shame.
I went to the bathroom and shit out whatever was inside of me. Shawn didn't mention what he said, and I was too embarrassed to bring it up.
In the days that followed, he didn't watch any porn. He hardly even wanted blowjobs. I kept hinting to do it, but he wasn't biting. It eventually got to the point where I was begging to blow him while he jacked me off. Sometimes I'd tell him he wouldn't even have to jack me off, just so he'd let me blow him.
I just wanted to 'get off' with him. I was so used to our nightly ritual—which had gone on for the better part of a year—that I couldn't just turn it off. I needed to blow him.
About a month into his new behavior, after making me beg to blow him every night, he started laughing in the middle of a blowjob.
"What?" I asked as I looked up.
"Just what a faggot you've become."
"What the fuck did you say?" I asked angrily.
"Oh, don't deny it. You're gay. I know you're gay."
"I'm not fucking gay," I protested.
"Dude. Think about it. The only times you've cum over the last four months are when you've had a dick in your mouth or ass. You've let me blow a load up your ass. You only watch gay porn. You beg me to let you suck my dick. And sometimes I don't even touch you. You're a faggot."
His words hit me. Hard.
"Well, no. I mean, you do too," I stuttered out.
"I what?" he asked. "I let my faggot roommate blow me or use his ass as a masturbation toy? Yeah, I'm bi. I've always known that. No big deal. But you're a faggot. It only took me a little over a year to turn you into the faggot that you really are. You watched me get a blowjob. You jacked off listening to me fuck. You were so fucking easy to seduce. You're a faggot."
He paused, "Oh, and I meant what I said when I came up your ass. You'll never be able to cum inside a girl again. You'll probably never be able to get hard inside a girl again. Good luck."
I looked him straight in the eyes. I felt hurt and embarrassed and confused.
He kept going. "It was so easy. First I had to get you jealous. That made you horny. And I told every girl at the bar that you were gay and begged to suck my cock. I mea, I knew it was going to be the truth soon, so it wasn't really a lie. That kept any girl from coming home with you. Then I had to pretend to be weak and submissive, pretending I'm insecure about having small balls. And blowing you every night for a bit, which was a small price to pay knowing I was turning you into my personal cocksucker. I got you hooked on the blowjobs, told you that you'd hate it so much that you couldn't stop thinking about it, and got you to beg to eat my cum. Then I started jacking you off while you blew me for months to start associating giving blowjobs with cumming. Just like a Pavlovian dog. You loved it so much that you didn't even realize I scaled back the blowjobs to the point where I wasn't giving any. You were just blowing me. And, finally, I got you hooked on gay porn, pretended I'm allergic to condoms, and convinced you to take a load up your ass. Face it. I trained you. You're a faggot now.
He laughed, and then continued. "Now get back down to sucking my dick."
I looked him in the eye, filled with rage, anger, and shame. And then I went back to sucking his dick.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 1 month agoI started out jacking off and eating my cum. Then I got to the point where I could suck my own dick. Now every time I jack off I fantasize about sucking dick and feeling hot cum all over my face. If that doesn't make me a faggot I don't know what does. Now I'm going to go eat my cum again! Thank you for turning me on so much!!!
4yourpleasureiam4 months agoLife is so much easier once you admit it. Face it , cock is cleaner than pussy, it tastes better than pussy and men don't play the games women do. Find a few guys who like to have their cocks sucked and or fuck you in either your mouth or ass and enjoy being their faggot.
Anonymous5 months agoOnly use a condomn if I do not know that the top is clean of sexual illness or the girl is not on bitth control.
Rickoral12349 months agoI enjoyed it. Made me throb while reading. It made me want to experience anal. I have never tried it. Awesome story.
Anonymous10 months agoOk. Here's what I look for in turnout stories: A straight dude for reasons that are not sexual sttracion nor Manipulation /rape.
Usually for money, or any other reason that will not piss me off IRL, decides knowingly to have gay sex.
Aquires the taste for it, bonus if developed an emotional connection, that with the existing sexual relationship brings him to the point of an *Actual* romantic relationship.
Still straight, at most bi. If gay, he was in denile.
Now *what this story was* was of a psycho, not worthy of being called a man, who may or not had a man fetish(He treated that dude as an object, not a person. Such a person cannot be called attracted to men.)
And make no mistake, his victim *is not* gay. He is a straight/bi man who was psycologically tortured and needs help to recover. He learned to take D. That doesn't mean he wants sex with men due to being attracted to them.
Nor does it mean he is no longer attracted to women.
Just because you aquired the taste for some food you originally not particularly liked, doesn't mean you will ever like it at the level of favorite food. It doesn't mean you will look for it abd choose it over food you always liked. Not beyond situational moods, anyway.
Same here.
Sorry I treated it as if it was an IRL confession...
That is how I tread fiction in general.
