My Evolving Transition Ch. 03 (The Bug)
Introduction:
My girlfriend groomed me into participating in gay sex, by getting me hooked on strap-on sex with her. It was all a rouse. Once I had real gay sex and was caught, I was left embarrassed. I felt guilty to face the community, so I fled and took a holiday interstate.
The Story:
The Bug, for gay sex, haunts me.
"I'm going to have you craving cocks and turn you into fag, before you know it,"
was one of Tiffany's taunts, while nailing my ass with her strap-on dildo. I paid little attention to those taunts back then, as she was turning me on with her strap-on buried deep in my ass. Those were the early warning signs that I ignored.
Back then, I had no idea what my true orientation was, or to have sex with anyone but Tiffany.
I was a sheep and Tiffany was my shepherd, before I knew it, I was craving her to use her strap-on, on me. I hadn't twigged to what she had set in motion, and what was to come.
It all was at that New Year's Eve Party, that her plan was hacked. That's when my world turned upside down. It was when I had gay sex, and at the time loved it. I found out, that while a man had his cock buried inside my mouth, I couldn't help but look up into his eyes. That look, as I milked his cum into my mouth drove me wild with lust. It was a minor distraction while his friend had his cock buried deep in my ass.
I was oblivious to the outside world while this went on, I was in lust for their cocks.
Then my entire world turned on its head. Within an hour, images started appearing on the internet and cell phones, of me covered in cum and engaging in acts of gay sex. Tiffany stopped taking my calls, and soon I twigged why. It was all a nasty plan of hers, she was renowned for breaking boys in her earlier teenage days.
I felt ashamed, and depressed, and locked myself in my loft. I isolated myself from everyone, even my own mother. Here I was in deep regret, on the verge of a breakdown, and contemplating dark thoughts. I knew I needed to get out of town, ASAP.
So, I wrote a letter and left it on my bed for my mother, I then snuck out and caught a bus interstate and planned on doing a tour around the country.
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My first bus trip out of town was a 4-hour journey to the state's capital. Then once there it was a three-hour delay to board a connecting tourist bus.
So, I spent a few hours window shopping at the Terminus stores. I had a snack to eat and beer in a bar. What I looked at more, was all the girls dressed scantily in the mall. I wished I could dress like them or be them.
Then it was time to catch the bus interstate and to the national park region. I sat in the rear of the bus. That's something I had always done. Nerds sat at the front, and dudes sat at the back. It's something I picked while in High School.
During the first few days of our trip, my thoughts and dreams haunted me. I kept seeing images of cocks and me sucking them, and the New Year's Party, with the Puppet-master Tiffany, watching proceedings like an evil schoolteacher.
While on tour, we ventured thru farmlands, mountains, and the odd town, before staying in a cheap motel for two nights in a big city.
My voyage was only supposed to be for around a month, so I packed light.
It was winter when we left but we were in a warm state, with no snow or rain here. I wasn't planning on staying away for too long, or factor in that altitude brought a colder climate, and I didn't pack for the cold.
In my pack were a few boxers, socks, T-Shirts, a blanket, a towel, plus showering items, as well as the clothes I was wearing. At the time I had gym shoes, socks, Dolphin shirts, boxers, and a tank top T-shirt with a band's logo on it. By the time we had our second stop-over in a big city, it was getting colder. So, I bought a hooded poncho from a thrift store, a raincoat, and patterned yoga pants.
I was still only planning for a month's trip.
So, here I was at the time, wearing Dolphin shorts, gym shoes, and my hooded poncho, and using my blanket as a pillow, while on the bus. I was looking at people, farm animals, and the country scenery, while semi-unconsciously daydreaming about nothing. Only potholes broke my focus.
At times when we were high up in the mountains, it felt colder. So, I wore my raincoat and yoga pants and wrapped myself in my blanket to keep warm.
When we had stopovers or rest stops, we all disembarked to stretch our legs or went to find some food. We had a few hours to kill before we left the area, so there was time to check out the local bars and food shops. I felt ultra cold, wandering outside, so I only went outside briefly before returning to the comfort of a warm bus.
After my second month of touring, we made it to warmer areas and I started looking at women wearing fewer clothes, and I was back to fantasizing about them, and wanting to be them. Also, I was thinking about sex again or sexy things.
After two months of journeying the country and warmer weather, I had gotten used to wearing and walking the outdoors, dressed like a girl dressed casually. I even bought a pair of tanned cowboy boots with an inner zipper, that almost reached my knees, from one of our stops. My hair was slowly starting to grow longer, and it was now shoulder-length. By now I had even purchased a long-sleeved fishnet top.
Ask me why, I don't know myself, why or why I imagined I was a girl. Maybe I was on holiday and it was part of the adventure.
My current booked coach led me to another big city. After three months away from home, I was beginning to feel frisky and started to crave sex, once again. In my frame of mind, I wouldn't say no, to either a girl or a cock.
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We had a two-night stopover in the next big city, and the first thing I did was head to the nearest bar. I wore my cowboy boots, tassel brown shorts, and a college basketball top, (no boxers, but I wore socks) and headed to the motel bar.
The motel bar I thought was a dive, and so was the motel. So, I walked outside and saw a bar across the road. Without thinking I crossed the road and entered, from the outside I couldn't see inside the venue, as the windows were painted over, with what looked like old hippie art.
When I went inside, there were people scattered in all areas. There was trendy 80's pop music playing, as I looked around until I spotted the bar.
Once there, the bartender gave me a strange stare, as if saying "What on Earth are you wearing?" I ordered a bourbon on the rocks and sat down, on a stool at the bar.
Before I could say anything, a young man/boy quickly sat on the stool next to me. He began to get clingy and rub my upper back.
"My, my, I dig you rags honey, I don't ever remember seeing you here before,"
he said, in a girly accent.
"I'm not from here, I'm from out of town,"
I replied.
"Honey, you've stumbled upon the suburb's gay bar,"
he said, trying to nibble my ear.
It was then it occurred to me, that he was hitting on me.
"I didn't know, I'm staying at the motel across the road, and it looks like a dive,"
I said.
"Hmm, honey that happens all the time. They either leave in a hurry or leave here happy. What will you do, lover boy?"
he said, with a hand under my basketball top, targeting my bulge.
What the hell have I got myself into? I thought to myself while taking a sip.
"Well honey, I see you're hungry to be satisfied. I can welcome you to the bar by giving your cock a good sucking,"
he said, in a seductive way, with him inside my shorts and rubbing my cock. I started getting aroused but then started to think about it. It's been over two months or so since Tiffany fucked with my head and now this strange boy was too.
"Let me finish my drink and I'll think about it, maybe later,"
I said, taking another sip.
