Several days had passed since Rock had found that I would play the female role when I was with him. Since then he had been avoiding me. This huge man had played with and abused my pecs and kissed my nipples until I came like a racehorse. Rock did this without seeming gay at all. The whole time he was making me cum he was as masculine and straight as if he was a man and I was a woman. The whole thing fucked me up mentally. I always thought of myself as masculine, even though I am gay, but like I said, he was fucking with my mind. Then for the final humiliation I went and licked his cum off the toilet seat after he beat off in the bathroom. Not just once but every time I would hear him jacking off, as soon as he would leave, I would race to the bathroom and look for that load that he left on the toilet seat. I knew I was a pervert, but I couldn't stop myself. If the only thing I could get from this big stud was his left over sperm that didn't get flushed down the toilet, then that's what I wanted. I hated myself for the way I reacted to Rock's tenderness. His huge body was intimidating to me, and yet there was something hot in his attitude. Even though I was confused in how I felt, I couldn't keep my dick from getting hard whenever I thought about what had happened.
One evening, while we were watching a movie, I finally got the courage up to ask Rock about what had transpired that day. "Rock, I wanted to talk to you about the other night." I said meekly.
"Bob, before you say another word," he said forcefully. I proved what I had thought about who was the woman when you got together with another guy. That was all it was. Let's make it clear. I don't want a guy as a lover. I like my women because they are smaller than me, they smell great and I love their hairless and smooth bodies. Those are the things that turn me on! I was just fucking with you the other night. Don't read more to it than there was. Don't get any ideas about me and you. You got that?"
Fuck! I guess he answered all my questions. I wasn't what he was looking for. "Yes, I understand. Let's just pretend that nothing ever happened," I said.
"Good!" Rock said. "Let's watch the rest of the movie.
For the next week I moped around like a love sick girl. The only thing keeping me going was the occasional sperm treat left by Rock's beat off sessions. On Friday morning I was sitting at the kitchen table. I had just finished my breakfast when Rock came up behind me and whispered in my ear. "Are you getting the surprises I've been leaving you on the toilet seat?" I immediately froze! He had been leaving his sperm for me on purpose. He knew I was going in the bathroom and licking up his sperm after he had beaten off! I was completely humiliated! I thought that I was being discreet, but it was his idea. It was his plan. He wanted to see how far I would go. He wanted to see if I would clean his sperm from the toilet seat. My face turned red and I didn't know how to respond. "You're welcome," he said. Then he left for class. Fuck! How does he know me so well? How did he know I would be eating his sperm? Then I noticed how hard my dick was. The fact that he knew I would eat his spent sperm right off the toilet was upsetting to me, but I was so turned on that I went to the bathroom to beat off. That's when I saw the biggest load he ever left me all over the seat and spurts of his thick cum on the lid. I fell to my knees and began slurping up as much as I could get while my own dick erupted like a volcano. Fuck how I hated him! Fuck, he knew I was going to eat his latest load. Rock really knows how to push my buttons!
Later that day, I was lying in my room playing back, in my mind, the time I spent with Rock and an idea crossed my mind. What if I smelled more like a woman? What if I had less hair and made my body smooth. I wonder if Rock would notice. So I bought some lavender scented body wash and some lavender scented shampoo and hoped that it might do the trick. I also shaved my armpits, and my crotch. I shaved everything and everywhere there was hair except my head. I used lotion to make sure my skin was soft to the touch. I figured I would have a couple more of the characteristics that Rock liked in his women.
That evening Rock came home from work while I was sitting on the couch. Rock went into the kitchen and made a couple rum and cokes. He brought one back to me and bent over close to hand me the drink. Suddenly he gets a big smile on his face. "Damn, you smell good," he said in his sexiest voice. "I'm going to take a quick shower. Stay here. I'll be back in a moment." I didn't say a word. I just shook my head yes. My cock was instantly hard. Maybe my plan was working.
A couple minutes later Rock came back into the living room in a pair of sweat pants with no shirt and no socks. It looked to me like he was free balling it by the way his meat was bouncing against material of his pants as he strutted in. Rock placed a big bottle of lube on the coffee table and sat right next to me with his big arm around my shoulder. "Bob, you really do smell nice."
"Thanks, it's lavender," I said.
