Ronnie is 19, and just had the best orgasm ever. He was a shy guy, never dated, really only got action from girls he listened to and treated in a sensitive way. He was a jerkoff artist though. Years of practice, and Ronnie was very skilled in jerking himself off, in teasing, in edging. Almost always yanking it to porn online.
Recently, his porn tastes changed. He had tastes in porn like chubby girls, Indian girls, skinny girls, and mostly liked to see the undress or masturbate, almost never watching them get fucked. But about a month ago, he searched on the Google for "college girls in speedos". He had been to a match at his university, a swimming team race. The girls there were all cute and thin and fit, of course, but there was one, a little on the curvier side, who really excited him. He saw she had a bulge of pubes in her crotch, and he loved hairy girls. On returning to his dorm, he searched, and found ten point four million images to enjoy. As he scrolled, the images began to include men in speedos.
Ronnie never even looked at any male in any sexual way, and had an aversion to even accidentally viewing any gay or bisexual or trans movies on the internet. But today, Ronnie was charged up from the swim meet, and the images he was viewing on the Google of all those college girls in one-piece speedos. So he had an interest now in these "new" pictures. He opened a lot of the men's pictures. Some of the guys were hairy, some were smooth, like him. Some were muscular, others were very average, like him. Some had big bulges in their undersized speedos, others had little tips poking against theirs, like him.
Ronnie became very interested; each image got him more and more aroused. As he scrolled, and as he went down the "more images" maze, the images became more and more explicit, with most showing no speedo at all, just bare cocks. There were so many. So many varied and unique penises. Hairy, bald, stubble. Fat, skinny, long, short, even little, tiny ones. Veiny, smooth, cut, uncut, even long foreskins! He tried to find some that represented his extremely average cock. His was a little veiny, a little fat, and average in length. He wore a trimmed pubic patch, but kept it shaved on his balls and underneath. He found many like his, and each time he clicked on one, more appeared in the next page, as is Google's algorithm.
After he got hundreds of pages deep, the images started to show ejaculating penises. He was now throbbing, his own cock leaking precum into his briefs. Every once in a while, he stroked the head through his underpants. He looked at all the images. Cocks with long white rivers of jizz down the side, like catsup on a hot dog, and others that were shooting it into the air.
As he got more and more through these, the images became more varied, now displaying two cocks, often rubbing against one another, sometimes cumming on each other. He really got aroused by these. He was no longer thinking of the chubby swim team girl; he was thinking of various guys he knew. Ronnie thought about his roommate, whose cock was almost non-existent, he thought, having seen him walk around in his briefs, rarely showing even a slight protrusion. He thought about the swim team, all the men there he had seen in their speedos during practice, and then when he saw them in the locker room. He thought about all these cocks, about all these men, and he was hard as a rock.
Ronnie was an artist at edging, as we have already heard. He never dropped his underpants yet, to this point, only lightly fingering his penis over the material. But now, as he looked at these dirty homosexual pictures, pictures of men's hard penises touching and shooting cum all over the other, he couldn't resist. He lifted his butt, and slid his blue briefs down to his ankles, and kicked them off under his desk. His roommate could come in at any time, but he knew he had class for the next four hours. He didn't care now anyway; he was sort of excited at the possibility that his pal might come through the door and see him jerking his cock.
It didn't take long for Ronnie to tug it out. He looked at another few pictures, then one really caught his eye. It was of a guy, young like he was, bent over, and showing his cock, balls, and his asshole to the camera. His asshole was hairless, and pink, with a rim of brown, and it was tight, like his pinky mightn't have gone inside, even with a whole bottle of lube. His cock got hard, to maximum size and thickness, the vein running up the side was bulging, and he tugged on the shaft. Thirty seconds, and he was shooting his load all over his own chest, with one spurt hitting him right on the lips. He licked his lips, almost subconsciously, and let the semen into his mouth. His cock never deflated, either, not until almost an hour later.
But this wasn't the life-changing orgasm we heard about at the beginning. It was just the first of several brushes Ronnie had with homosexuality, which led to the big one. The next day, he was watching some of his favorite JOI videos, one featuring a curvy young girl, fingering her meaty pussy while she said some extremely vulgar things about her dirty cunt and asshole. He watched the whole video, something he had never been able to do. After the video, he hadn't cum, but was still rock hard. He remembered the previous day, and his encounter with the men of Google.
He used the website's search feature to find JOI movies, but instead of hitting "go", he changed the preferences button from "straight" to "gay". In his mind, it was like changing one's voter registration, or choosing paper over plastic, a firm decision that seemed permanent in the moment. Like the mere act of clicking on that word, "gay", would instantly make him so, and also let the world know that he was. But he wasn't. At least he said so, out loud even.
