Summary:
Gay stud's hobby is turning straight guys.
Thanks:
Goamz86 and Robert for editing.
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Matt, whose anal cherry I had just taken, said, "I can't believe we just did that. I thought I was straight."
"I knew you weren't," I replied, as I returned from the washroom. The irony was crazy as he was a really loud-mouthed, in your face linebacker on the field, but now in my arms he was a tame, insecure man wanting to be cuddled and loved.
"What do you mean?" He asked, looking offended.
"I just knew," I shrugged.
"How?" He questioned, clearly worried others would know he was a cocksucker.
"How did I know you would be an eager cocksucker?" I asked, liking to be crude and put ex-straight boys in their place.
"Please don't call me that," he said.
"You didn't seem to mind when you were bobbing up and down like a sorority slut a few minutes ago," I pointed out.
"I can't believe I did that," he said, his eyes giving away he still was shocked by his gay submission.
"Oh, I can," I smiled, my revelation just coming to me. "All guys have a gay side in them."
"All guys?" He questioned. "Really?"
"Did you think you had a gay side before I had you bent over the couch and was fucking that tight ass of yours?" I asked, loving the awkwardness I was creating with my newly turned fuck toy.
"No, I guess not," he cringed, clearly a bit of shame coursing through him. "Although, I didn't know I was curious until today."
"Until I turned you into my little fuck toy," I said, continuing to push him deeper into humiliation. I don't know why, but turning straight boys was the greater turn on, as was calling them all the stereotypical names gay men had thrown at them all the time.
"Please don't call me that," he said, timidly, even though he was a good fifty pounds bigger than me.
"Well, that is what you are," I said, before adding, "unless you don't want my cock in that pretty little ass of yours anymore." I learned early on treating straight boys like girls, although humiliating, often seemed to relax them, even though logically it made no sense.
He didn't say anything, clearly still coming to grips with the reality that everything he thought he knew about his sexuality was wrong. I had seen the look, the silence, many times and it always led to acceptance, although often guilt and shame were their first emotions.
Wanting to hear him say it, I asked, "So you are not as straight as you thought you were, are you?"
"I guess not," he whispered, before adding, his voice trying to sound manly, "but I'm not gay."
"I never said you were," I said. "I'm gay, I only fuck men. You are bisexual or a cocksucker."
"I hate that word," he said.
"What else would it be? You sucked, rather eagerly may I add, my cock." When he didn't say anything as my logic was rather precise, I added, "I guess you could be a cum bucket. Is that better?"
"God, no," he said horrified at the new derogatory option.
"So what is it? Faggot? Cocksucker? Queer? Ass-taker? Cum bucket?" I asked, listing a few derogatory, demeaning gay terms, all which I myself had been called.
"I-I-I don't know," he stammered.
"Pick one," I ordered, as I moved my arm from underneath him, sat up and placed my flaccid cock in front of his face.
His eyes went big and it was obvious my turning of another straight boy would not be a onetime thing (it almost never was, once you take a beautiful cock like mine between your lips and eventually swallow my addictive seed you are forever a cocksucker; once you bend over and take my long, thick cock up your ass, your man pussy, you are forever yearning to feel yourself filled by my cock). It is just the reality of the male psyche: almost all men are bi-sexual at heart, many just never cross the invisible line society has created. (But more of my straight turning philosophy later)
"Please don't make me," he begged.
"I am not going to make you do anything Matt," I said, moving my cock around his lips. "But you don't get my cock until you choose a pet name for me to call you."
"Y-y-you are not going to call me the name in public are you?" He stammered, both petrified for his new secret to be revealed and for him to be outed, plus my cock on his lips had him hungry to taste me again.
"Only if you want me to," I teased, tapping my cock head on his nose.
"Cocksucker," he whispered, clearly humiliated by admitting such a thing.
"I'm not sure what you mean," I teased. "Tell me what you are in a complete sentence."
"I'm your cocksucker," he said, still quietly.
"Say it with pride. I don't just let any little straight boy suck my cock," I ordered.
He looked up, a hunger in his eyes, a desperation in his tone, "I'm your straight cocksucker."
Grabbing his head and shoving my cock in his mouth. I allowed it to grow as I instructed, "Use your tongue, faggot."
He quickly obeyed, his mind shifting from ashamed to hungry instantly.
"Do you like the feel of my cock growing in that pretty mouth of yours, straight boy?" I asked.
He moaned in response causing vibrations on my cock.
As my cock became a direct missile in his mouth, I asked, "Who is a better cocksucker me or that bimbo cheerleader girlfriend of yours?"
His girlfriend was actually really sweet and incredibly intelligent, but I wanted to test if he would stand up for her.
As I pulled my cock out of his mouth, he said, "You are."
"I suck your cock better than your cheerleading whore?" I repeated, testing him further.
"Yes," he sheepishly admitted and I rewarded him by returning my cock between his lips.
