This is the true story of how my bitch of an ex-girlfriend turned me gay. If you like the series, let me know and I'll keep the story going.
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I woke up disgusted by myself. I was so upset that I went through class that day on auto pilot, wandering from building to building. I couldn't take anything in. My mind was screaming at me.
"You fucking idiot."
"You like dick now? What are you, a faggot?"
"You can't do this. You're straight. What if your family knew you not only cheated on your girlfriend but also started being a bitch cocksucker?"
I couldn't take it. I was straight and whatever had happened last night was a mistake.
I called Ashley after my last class but it went straight to voicemail.
"That doesn't make sense," I said outloud, staring down at my phone. I walked back to my dorm, frustrated. My roommate was still at his classes for another hour, so I plopped down on my bed and tried calling again.
Voicemail.
My mind immediately went back to her sucking some random dude's dick. Her tan body, naked, kneeling in front of him. She would do this thing where halfway through blowing me she'd take her hands off my cock and push her tits together, bobbing up and down while giving me a show. It drove me wild, but now that memory wasn't a memory, it was a nightmare: I was on the sidelines watching her suck some frat guy off.
I pictured his large cock glistening from her spit, her thick lips bobbing up and down on it as it throbbed in her mouth. I could see him grab the back of her head and begin fucking her face, grunting as his balls slapped her chin and she stared helplessly up at him. Her throat relaxed to take in his entire cock, muffling her own moans as she squeezed her tits.
I lost focus on her. I placed my finger in my mouth and started lightly sucking it. My dick twitched.
I went back to my imagination and focused in on the cock, and instead of watching from the sidelines I was suddenly in Ashley's place, kneeling on the ground with a huge cock in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down with my imagination, playing back the experience from last night.
My cock was already leaking precum. I was harder than I'd ever been. I placed a second finger in my mouth to give it more girth, and aggressively fucked my mouth with it. I couldn't help but moan.
My other hand gripped my dick and within a few strokes I was already cumming. Without thinking I pushed my hips and waist over my head, my cock inches away from my face, and opened my mouth to take my load. Hot cum coated my tongue and lips, with a few strings covering my face. I stared up at my throbbing cock greedily and milked the rest out, happily swallowing it.
I laid back down and took a few deep breaths. Intense dread and regret washed over me, not because I hated it, but because deep down I was realizing this had opened a Pandora's box within me. I was actually loving cock and cum, and wasn't sure if I could go back from the edge.
I loved Ashley and I wanted to fuck her again. I wanted to go down on her. I wanted her to suck me off. But those desires seemed way less rewarding than what I was doing now.
Fuck, I thought to myself, do I really like this?
There was something I couldn't explain about sucking dick. I felt both absolutely powerless but completely satisfied. This person needed me to cum and I was theirs to use. My pleasure came from the complete lack of control and vulnerability that sucking dick put me in. It was hot. Confusing, but hot.
I was struggling to come to terms if this was really me or just some horny fucked up dream. I was only doing this to get back at Ashley, right?
But I haven't told her... I've had plenty of opportunities to tell her so why haven't I? At this rate, she would never know, and without her knowing I sucked some dude's dick she wouldn't experience the same sadness I did. The torment and physical sadness imagining the person I loved being so completely vulnerable and used by another.
But if I told her, there's no way she would let me fuck her again and most likely it would get out that I was sucking cock. What if she told my friends? What if my parents found out?
"I'm not gay," I said out loud.
All the sudden my phone buzzed. It was Ashley.
The words "Thinking of you" popped up on my screen. I replied back. "Miss you."
I sat up and put my now soft cock back into my pants, wiping up my face with my shirt and tossing it in the hamper.
"Come visit soon?" another message buzzed.
I had a pit in my stomach. I wanted to see her because I truly did love her, but I couldn't get over what she had done to me. Not only was she unfaithful, she had pushed me down a path where I didn't even recognize myself.
"When, baby?" I replied. I took a long deep breath and as I exhaled I just tasted cum. God, I couldn't believe how much I liked that.
"I have a theatre performance in a month. Opening night is Friday with two shows on Saturday. Come?"
"Of course! What's your part?" We first met at theatre class in high school. I smiled, thinking of our times rehearsing which would turn from saying lines to making out and eventually end with my cock in her mouth.
"Main supporting character. Really good role but I have to kiss like two of the other boys lol. Really good story, you'll love it."
A wave of heat washed over me. Kissing? I knew it was acting but it was never just kissing with her. She had two fucking roles in high school where she kissed boys. One was the semester before I joined and she ended up blowing Sam, and then it was with me and we ended up fucking. Acting was acting but it was always more with this stupid fucking slut. She just couldn't get away from dick.
"Wait what? Who? Is it like just a kiss or full on making out?"
I was sick to my stomach again. There's no way she wasn't doing something with one of them.
"Mark, one of them is gay okay? It's just acting. And after the Saturday performance there's an a capella party I'm invited to. Our group got accepted for the fall competition. It'll be a good time."
I paused. I was starting to unravel again. She was kissing and blowing these guys, going out every week and what am I doing? Do I have such low self esteem that I'll just put up with this? I love her to death, we even had talked about marriage at one point. My future was crumbling down.
"Okay, I'll plan on driving up that Friday for your opening night then. Looking forward to it." Pathetic. I was pathetic.