My Partner Made Me Gay
A true story of how I evolved from a normal straight guy to a gay slut during college, all thanks to my evil ex-girlfriend. The story involves people over 18 years old.
My girlfriend and I had been together since high school, but we were going to different colleges after graduation. I did everything for the first time with her.
Ashley. Oh, Ashley.
She was stunning. Big C-cup breasts, a tight ass, and most importantly, a strong desire to suck cock every day. I didn't realize I had hit the jackpot.
I was nerdy, 6 feet tall, and while not particularly skinny, I wasn't muscular. Toned, maybe, but I did have a nice thick cock. Curiosity had always been a concern for me over the years, and I knew my measurements to be 5.5 inches thick and 7 inches long. I loved my dick and played with it daily, but I was nervous when it came to talking to girls. I have no idea why Ashley was attracted to me, but she was. Soon enough, I couldn't even remember the last time I had jerked off. Ashley was a succubus.
Strangely enough, she was also a virgin. She had blown a guy before, but we were each other's first. And as we entered college, we thought we could make the two-hour trip between us work. I loved her and the sex was amazing. It HAD to work.
I left for college a little earlier since I was accepted into a summer program. It was great, and I began to make friends while still talking to Ashley every day.
Until one day, she said she was going to a party and stopped replying halfway through. I thought it was strange, but I didn't think much of it after we spoke the next day.
As the summer went on and school officially started, the first real weekend of college began, and she disappeared on me again. The next day, I called.
"Hey honey, just checking in on you. Didn't hear from you last night," I started nervously.
"Yeah, sorry," she replied. "We just had the best party. For the first time here, some guys were able to get actual liquor instead of beer. So many shots!" She laughed before signing.
"Yeah? Which guys?" I prodded.
Silence.
"Ashley?"
"I'm sorry, Mark," she said quickly. "I blew him."
"Wait what?!" I felt like I should've already known, but my stomach dropped as she confirmed it.
"It's not a sexual thing though," she continued, "I didn't do it because I wanted him or whatever. I just did it as a way to thank him for the alcohol. Like it was something I did for him as a favor."
"What the fuck? So you just got on your knees and let this guy use your mouth for booze? What the hell is wrong with you, Ashley?" I was starting to unravel. My head was spinning.
After hours of talking, she was adamant and showed no remorse. She said it was "a way to thank him and all it meant was friendship," and "sucking dick isn't even a submissive thing. I had full control of the situation, so it's not like he was using me."
My mind shattered. I just pictured her on her knees sucking a random guy's dick, just like she'd done with me countless times. As we talked more, she finally admitted to doing it to other guys over the summer so they could keep getting party invites and alcohol. I was sick.
I said I forgave her, but I was heartbroken. I couldn't think straight. Sucking dick was THE most submissive thing you could do in my opinion. You're literally pleasing someone and letting them use your mouth. I kept replaying the scenario in my head, and eventually, I realized it wouldn't be okay unless I could experience it for myself.
I'd been interested in gay-ish things for years when I discovered I enjoyed fingering my ass in the shower. One day, it escalated into using a cucumber, which led to a mind-blowing orgasm.
After cumming from anal play for the first time, I went to the computer to search for gay blowjob porn.
Nope!
The thought of being with a guy disgusted me. I had only had sex with girls, kissed girls, and although Ashley had licked and fingered my ass while sucking my cock, it was always straight sex stuff.
The following week after that phone call, I was a mess.
I couldn't stop thinking about Ashley and her sucking dick, which led me to think about me sucking dick. One night when my roommate was at his girlfriend's place, I started searching for gay blowjob porn.
I eventually stumbled upon a video of a boy who resembled me in appearance: short hair, slim build, and a sizable penis. He was entirely nude, kneeling down while orally pleasing an older man's penis. My dick got hard just by watching him. I fixated on the boy's mouth as he moved up and down, in and out. The boy's own dick became erect without him even touching it, and eventually the man held the boy's head as he fucked his mouth and came on his tongue.
With my member at full attention, I spent the next two hours masturbating. Ashley would sporadically text me, to which I'd reply while simultaneously searching for gay porn.
As she messaged for the last time, informing me that she was going out with friends, I closed my laptop and focused on my phone. I came at the same time they did. My newfound fascination with sodomy led me to the possibility that performing such acts wouldn't make me submissive.
If sucking a dick indeed wasn't submissive, then:
1) I couldn't be mad at her, and
2) she couldn't get upset at me.
3) Additionally, I found the idea tantalizing.
At the end of the week, I booted up my computer and navigated to Craiglist's men4men page.
I inhaled deeply and uploaded the following message: "Searching for a dick to suck (18M). No strings attached, simply seeking to enjoy a nice penis. Attach pictures if possible."
After about thirty minutes, I received a favorable response. He appeared to be in his senior year, straightforward, and sported a thick, seven-inch-long dick in his accompanying photo. He ordained me a 'cock slut'. I responded, "Absolutely."
Within fifteen minutes, he was outside my dorm. I climbed into the passenger seat.
"Hey," I said, staring at his face. He seemed older and more mature compared to my youthful complexion. Silence ensued and he began rubbing my crotch through my jeans. I figured the only course of action would be to reciprocate.
I stroked his crotch through his trousers. He felt hot and tensed, and his member strained against the fabric. I sensed that he was eager for me to act.
A minute later, he pulled into a stadium parking lot and parked beneath a few trees.
He unzipped his trousers and exposed his penis. It was dark, but I could still see it clearly. Erect, heavy, and devoid of light, it was mesmerizing. I unbuckled my seat belt, leaned over, and grabbed his hard penis with one hand. I then placed my mouth on his penis. It was warm and thick, yet soft. It tasted slightly salty and sweet. My initial expectations were exceeded; this was incredible. My moans of pleasure escaped my lips as I started sucking him. I bobbed my head up and down, all the while gripping his shaft to cover it completely.
"Fucking cock sucker," he growled as he grabbed the back of my head and forced my head down. My bobbing stopped suddenly as he began thrusting my head down against his thigh. My throat expanded, and I had never felt more comfortable in this situation. I gagged slightly yet regained my composure, working to accommodate his erection in my mouth.
To my astonishment, his entire rod slid down my throat. I hesitated at first from the pressure at the back of my head, but after a brief moment, I allowed my throat to expand even further, more than capable of handling his girth. Our connection was surreal as his entire length filled my mouth.
The thought occurred to me, "This guy is using my mouth, and I adore it."
I deep throated him for roughly half a minute before taking his lifeless member from my mouth to ruefully yet enthusiastically massage it with my hands from end to end. Suffused with excitement at this experience, I wanted more.
In attempting to comprehend Ashley's perspective, I realized that it wasn't a dominating experience at all; it was pure pleasure and was the essence of my desires. I became enamored with the need to please his penis. I indulged, craving it desperately. I sucked, flicked, and swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, embracing his member. My throbbing dick gained further rigidity, and pre-cum coated my tongue as the stimulation intensified.
(I could've personalized this a bit more, but I had to maintain the same content.) (Best wishes!)
He seized his penis from my grasp and struck it against my face.
"Step into the backseat," he commanded.
I clambered in the backseat, observing him remove his trousers.
"Lie down, head looking at me. I'm about to fuck your face, slut."
I took his orders seriously. Excited, my own erection remained rigid and exuded precum inside my pants.
I pried open my mouth and viewed him position himself and guide his penis towards me. I felt him clutch my head and he started thrusting. His large cock pushing in and out of my mouth, splashing saliva and precum all over me. It was an oddly titillating sensation to have this hard cock enter me, and I worked my tongue along his shaft as he drove faster and faster.
I moaned and choked slightly, but I could handle it. This was the greatest sex I had ever had, and I wasn't even getting my dick touched. My jeans were drenched in my own precum.
After another minute, I heard him start panting. My mouth was commencing to get numb from the thrusting.
He said nothing as I inhaled my first load directly down my gullet. He emitted only a grunt.
Rich, savory, sweet cum engulfed me. I moaned, my lips still encircling his cock as he spewed a little more into my mouth. I swallowed several jolts before he drew it out and spilled the remainder on my face. Eagerly, I opened my mouth, extended my tongue, and he slapped me again with his wet, firm cock. Cum continued to drip out and I parted my lips, allowing the rest to be swallowed.
I had blew him to completion and enjoyed every second of it.
Without deliberation, he placed his penis back in his trousers.
"Wipe yourself down, cock sucker."
The thought baffled me and heightened my arousal. I cleared the cum from my face and returned to the front seat. Without even glancing towards me, he cranked up the engine and resumed driving me home.
My mouth was warm and numb, smelling of freshly experienced sex. I simply gazed out the window, replaying the events.
As we reached my location, my mind flashed back to the myriad of thoughts.
"I'll text you. Well done."
"Thanks," I assuredly replied, feeling unsettled as I exited the car. Precum coated my face and I headed towards my dormitory. I bypassed the washroom, ascended the stairs, and entered my bedroom. It was approximately 11:00 p.m., and my roommate was asleep. But as I snuggled into bed, my girlfriend's words continued to replay in my mind.
She was such a liar.
I sensed a sense of objectification. I was utilized. I was obedient. I had zero control.
And I fucking appreciated it.
I sent her our routine "goodnight!" and attempted to doze off. It would soon transpire that the ensuing years would witness me evolving from bisexual to submissive bottom speedily. All due to her.
