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I slammed the door shut behind me and leaned back against it, breathing heavily, my heart still racing. The entire apartment smelled like sex - Bre’s sweet-tangy pussy juice, sweat, and the faint rubbery scent of latex condoms. My cock was still half-hard in my jeans, twitching at the memories flooding my brain. What the fuck had just happened? I’d come over for beers and the game like any other night. Instead, I’d ended up balls-deep in a hot redhead’s dripping cunt. Now nothing felt the same, and everything I thought I knew about myself had been completely destroyed.

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At twenty-two, Rob had just come into his full height at a little over 6’1, with a ripped muscular body from the countless hours he spent working out at the gym. His hair was the color of fresh corn, and his eyes were the color of deep sienna, with a mischievous glint that seemed to reflect the corners of his mouth. I considered him as the better looking guy out of the two of us. Although I was no slouch myself, at least I liked to think so. I was blond, like him, but not quite as well built, although I am a little taller at 6’3. I didn’t work out much, but I fell lucky in the genetics department. Like my father and two brothers, we Harpen men had naturally broad, muscular frames. My father’s just turned fifty and he’s still in a pretty good shape. I was also packing a thick, cut cock that measured a solid 8 inches when fully hard - something I’d always been quietly proud of, even while hiding in the closet.

He was my best friend most days - funny, loyal - but he was an absolute vicious homophobe. Any guy he even thought might be gay got destroyed. “Look at that fucking fairy prancing around like a little bitch,” he’d sneer. “Disgusting ass bandit. Bet he’s on his knees every night sucking cock and loving it.” He’d rant about “weak cock-sucking faggots,” “fudge packers,” “limp-wristed queers,” and how they were ruining sports, TV, and society. He said shit like “Real men fuck tight pussy, not each other’s shitholes.” It used to cut me deep because I believed I was one of those guys he hated. My family was even worse. Coming out would mean total annihilation.

Rob had been my best friend since we were eight years old. We grew up together - same neighborhood, same schools, same shitty Little League teams. He was the loud, confident one who always had my back. I was the quieter, more reserved kid who followed his lead. We’d been through everything: first fights, first beers, first heartbreaks. That long history was exactly why I’d tolerated his vicious homophobia for so long. And that was also why he had tolerated me, even though he had strongly suspected that I was gay for a long time because I didn’t chase girls or bring them home to fuck like he did. Deep down, I knew Rob loved me like a brother. That childhood bond made him hold back. While he’d tear apart any other guy he thought was a “fairy,” he mostly just gave me shit - sharp comments, mocking jokes, but never full rejection. He wanted to “fix” me. He wanted his best friend back to the way he thought I should be.

That night we were on our third beers when the doorbell rang. “Get the door, Shawn,” Rob said. I left the couch, threw my empty can in the trash, and opened the door to Rob’s apartment.

Standing at the door were two girls I’d seen around college once or twice, speaking to Rob before. But I didn’t know them well enough to remember their names. However, they seemed to know mine when the girl on the left said, "Hi Shawn!" and both girls giggled a little. I had to fight against rolling my eyes at them. I found this sort of thing most annoying about some girls. I thought it was just high school girls who behaved this way, but apparently not.

Before I had the chance to say anything back, Rob stuck his head around the corner and told me to let the girls in.

The two girls were acting a little playful and silly as they made their way into the room. It looked like they'd been drinking a little, too.

“Jane, Bre,” Rob began, “I think you’ve already met him, but this ugly mutt right here is Shawn.”

I aimed to throw a punch at Rob’s shoulder but missed when he dodged me.

“And this is Bre, and Jane,” said Rob, smirking at me. He had a peculiar look on his face, I had no idea what it meant, but I soon would.

Jane was a short, curvy brunette with a killer smile. Bre was a tall, lean and attractive red head, with a small button nose and full lips. The girls had brought with them some drinks of their own, and Rob and I continued working on the new ones we'd just popped open.

As the evening went on, we were paying less attention to the game, and more attention to the girls. Bre struck up a conversation with me while Jane and Rob were getting cozy at the side of us.

A little too cozy if you asked me.

Jane was sitting on Rob’s lap, currently trying to map the insides of his mouth with her tongue. And Rob was pinching and gripping her ass under the bottom her denim skirt, which was hitched a little above her hips. I could clearly see the thick outline of his cock straining in his pants.

I gulped and looked up, and realized that Rob was staring back at me. I looked away quickly. And as I did so, something soft and warm connected with my mouth. Bre had moved in to kiss me and I pulled away from her, out of instinct.

“Hmm, what’s wrong, honey?” she asked softly. “N-nothing… I just wasn’t expecting it,” I muttered.

Bre laughed and leaned back in to kiss me again and I turned away. “Sorry, I’m just not up for it,” I told her. “Not tonight.”

Then I heard a snide voice to the side of me, the one belonging to Rob. “What’s the matter, Harpen? Not enough cock for you? You a fucking fag or what?”

“Fuck off, Rob. I’m not gay,” I lied through gritted teeth.

But he continued to taunt me regardless. “Bullshit. Prove it. Right now. Fuck Bre like a real man or admit you want dick.”

I replied through gritted teeth. “Fuck off, Rob, just because I’m not bringing a new skank home with me every night of the week, it doesn’t mean I’m queer,” I bit back.

“Then prove it!” He told me. “Go on! You have a beautiful woman sitting right there next to you, dying to have you all to herself, and yet you keep pushing her away like some homo.”

“I told you, I’m not like that, I need to get to know someone first, bef--”

“You’re such a fucking liar!” Rob said, interrupting me. “That’s fairy talk! I wonder what your folks would say if they knew their son was a queer. And what Barry and Paul would say, when they find out that their little brother is an ass bandit.”

I could feel my heart thumping hard inside my chest. I wouldn’t put it past Rob to have set this whole thing up just to see how I’d react. And I had no idea what I was going to do. I could just get up and leave, and then I’d lose my best friend, and once word had got around from these three, I’d probably lose the rest of my friends too. And if it ever got back to my family, I’d be really screwed. And it would find its way back to them soon enough. Rob and Barry met up, occasionally, and went out drinking.

No one would understand me, the way I feel, they wouldn’t even try to. I’d be disowned by almost everyone.

Part of me knows deep down that something is going to have to give eventually. I couldn’t continue to hide myself away inside the closet for the rest of my life without people realizing the truth. If I was still a bachelor at forty, never bringing any girlfriends home to meet the parents, they’d know, they’d have to. And I just couldn’t imagine spending my adult life with a woman that I didn’t, and couldn’t love back. I didn’t want to be miserable all my life, and I didn’t want to inflict the same thing on some poor unsuspecting woman, either.

I was left with little choice but to kiss Bre back. And so I did. I’d go through with this fucking stupid test, if that’s what it was, to protect my closeted identity for another day. It wouldn’t be easy, I knew it, I’d never had a sexy thought about a girl in my entire life.

I glanced over at Jane and Rob again, as I continued to kiss Bre’s lips, to see if he was still watching us.

Rob must have been satisfied with what he had seen, because his attention was back solely on the young pretty thing sitting in his lap. She was running her hands under his top and over his chest, while he was squeezing her breasts through her top, voraciously.

Bre moved into a similar position above me and began running her cool hands under my shirt. I closed my eyes and tried to think of a hot, firm naked male body while she did whatever she had to do to me for me to get through this trial.

But before I could lose myself completely to the fantasy, Bre brought me back to reality when she grabbed my hands and placed them on her chest. The only thing separating my hands from her boobs, was a thin, light pink top, and the bra hidden beneath it. Her hands had warmed up a little now, and no longer felt quite so cold against my skin. She was tickling and stroking the skin around my belly button while I continued to massage her breasts through the blouse and bra.

She gave me a curious look and then smiled. It looked friendly, but I wasn't sure what it meant until she leaned forward once again, only this time her mouth pressed against my ear as she whispered something to me. “Are you really gay?" She asked me. “It’s OK if you are. I won’t tell him. I have nothing against gay people.”

She pulled back again to look at me. I said nothing but swallowed the saliva building up in the back of my throat, and looked away, I couldn’t tell her the truth. I barely knew her, let alone had a reason to trust her. A part of me wanted to tell her, but I had no idea if this was part of the plan that Rob had cooked up. So I said nothing. And she leaned back towards me again, stroking my chest to give the impression that we were making out, just in case the other two happened to look in our direction.

“It’s OK,” she whispered once again, seeing my anxious expression. “Your secret is safe with me. I’ll try to help you any way I can. But we can’t end this prematurely without raising some suspicion.”

Bre pulled away a little and lifted her blouse up over her head, I saw a flash of her stacked blue bra as I turned away from her to look at Rob. He was looking back at me while Jane was doing the same thing as Bre, unbuttoning her shirt. It was like they were in sync with each other.

My eyes flicked over to Rob and Jane just in time to see Jane shrug her shirt off completely. Rob wasted no time - he yanked her bra down roughly, exposing her large tits, and immediately latched his mouth onto one of her nipples while his hand disappeared under her hiked-up denim skirt. Jane moaned loudly as Rob fingered her. A moment later, he pulled his hand out, glistening with her juices, and freed his cock.

Rob’s dick was already rock hard. It was a thick, cut 7-inch monster - pale pink, heavily veined, and so girthy that Jane’s hand barely wrapped halfway around the shaft. The fat, swollen head was shiny with precum. Jane stroked it with both hands, clearly struggling with the sheer thickness as she leaned down and tried to take him into her mouth.

The sight hit me hard. That was the cock I had secretly fantasized about for years. I looked away again, quickly, pretending to be interested in what was now before me. The bare-chested, large-breasted, pretty young woman that was staring back at me. She had removed her bra without me even realizing it.

Bre lifted my hands back to her naked chest and I began once again, squeezing and massaging her breasts while she moaned my name encouragingly. Her skin felt warm to touch. Her breasts were silky soft and squishy, and her nipples were much larger and darker than my own were. I leaned in and sucked hard on one of her fat nipples, swirling my tongue around it as she arched her back and moaned louder.

“Mmm, that’s it, Shawn… suck on my tits, baby.”

But she wanted more.

Bre moved forward further and pulled my top up over my head, so that we were both naked from the waist up. Then she stood up, hooked her thumbs into her skirt and panties, and pushed them down in one smooth motion. She kicked them aside, now completely naked. Her pussy was shaved smooth, puffy and visibly wet, lips slightly parted and glistening.

Bre reached down and rubbed my cock through my briefs. I was semi-hard already. She pulled my briefs down, freeing my cock. She wrapped her warm hand around it and stroked me slowly, rubbing the head against her wet pussy lips while she ground on my thigh. “Come on, baby… I want this dick inside my cunt.”

To my confusion, my cock responded quickly. Blood rushed in and I swelled to full hardness in her hand, throbbing and leaking precum. Bre smiled, clearly pleased. “Such a nice, thick cock. You’re getting rock hard for my pussy.”

Bre slid off my lap and lay back on the couch, spreading her long legs wide open. Her pink pussy lips parted, showing how soaked she was. “Eat my pussy, Shawn. I want your tongue deep inside me.”

I leaned down, heart hammering, and pressed my face between her thighs. The moment my tongue touched her cunt, something shifted. She tasted tangy, sweet, and slightly bitter - warm, slick, and incredibly intimate. I licked up her slit slowly at first, then faster, sucking her swollen clit between my lips. “Oh fuck yes!” Bre moaned loudly. “Lick my clit, baby… just like that. You’re doing so good.”

I pushed two fingers into her tight hole and started pumping them while I devoured her pussy. Her juices coated my tongue and chin. The more I ate her, the hornier I became. A strange intoxication took over and made me dizzy with lust - the taste, the smell, the way her silky walls clenched around my fingers. My cock was now painfully hard, leaking precum.

“Fuck… your pussy tastes so good,” I groaned into her cunt, surprising myself with the words. Rob laughed again. “Holy shit, listen to you! I knew you had it in you, Shawn! Bury your fucking face in that cunt! Eat her like a starving dog! Real men devour pussy! Make that bitch cum on your tongue!”

Bre grabbed my hair and ground her pussy against my mouth. “Yes! Suck my clit harder, Shawn! You’re gonna make me cum… don’t stop!” Bre started grinding against my mouth, her juices coating my lips, chin, and tongue. I was lost in it - sucking, licking, finger-fucking her faster. The wet, obscene sounds of my mouth on her pussy filled the room.

Right beside us, Rob was destroying Jane with deep, powerful thrusts. He had her bent over the arm of the couch, one hand gripping her hip while the other pulled her hair. His thick cut cock slammed into her pussy repeatedly, the heavy slapping sounds of his hips meeting her ass echoing through the room. Jane was moaning like a whore, her tits swinging with every brutal thrust as Rob railed her mercilessly. “Fuck yes, take that dick,” Rob grunted, clearly enjoying the show we were putting on as much as his own fuck.

Bre suddenly looked down at me with wide, genuinely surprised eyes. She leaned in and whispered to my ears. “Fuck… you’re really into this, aren’t you? I thought you were gay… but you’re devouring my pussy like you’re addicted to it.”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I was too busy sucking her clit like a man possessed. Bre’s thighs began to tremble. She grabbed my hair tighter and came hard, flooding my mouth with sweet, creamy girl-cum.

“Oh my god, I’m cumming! You made me cum so hard on your tongue!” I kept licking her through the orgasm, drunk on her taste. When I finally pulled back, my face was shiny with her juices and my cock was aching.

Bre stared at me, breathing heavily, still looking shocked. She grabbed a condom from the table, tore it open with her teeth, and rolled it down my throbbing cock.

She teased the head of my cock up and down her slick pussy lips, rubbing it against her clit, making me wait. “You want this cunt, don’t you?” she moaned teasingly. “Fuck… yes,” I groaned, hips twitching.

Bre finally lowered herself. The first inch of my cock pushed into her tight, wet heat. Even through the condom, the sensation was intense - hot, silky pressure gripping my shaft. She sank down slowly, taking every inch until I was buried to the balls. “Fuuuuck, Shawn… your cock is stretching my pussy so wide,” she moaned loudly. “I can feel you so deep inside me.”

She rode me hard, ass slapping against my thighs, tits bouncing wildly. The wet squelching sounds of her creamy pussy filled the room.“Fuck me, Shawn! Use that dick on my pussy!”

The feeling of her cunt wrapped around me was incredible, but the condom still muted the full sensation. I thrust up into her, frustrated by the barrier. After several minutes of her riding me, I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted more. I needed more.

“Take the condom off,” I demanded, voice rough.Bre looked surprised again. “You really want it raw?”

“Yeah. I need to feel your pussy properly.” She lifted off, peeled the condom away, and exposed my bare, circumcised cock. The fat, smooth head was glistening with her juices and precum.

Then she sank back down. The difference was shocking. The raw heat and wetness hit me like a wave. Her silky, dripping cunt gripped my bare cock perfectly, every ridge and ripple massaging my shaft. No barrier. Skin-to-skin. Her scorching-hot, silky walls gripped every inch of my thick, bare circumcised shaft perfectly. The sensitive head of my cock dragged along her creamy inner walls with intense, raw friction.

“Fuuuuck!” I groaned loudly, eyes rolling back. “Your raw pussy feels so much better… so fucking hot and wet.” Bre whimpered, equally surprised by my intensity. “Your bare cock feels so much better... I can feel every vein… you’re throbbing inside me.”

I flipped her onto her back, threw her legs over my shoulders, and slammed into her raw pussy in one brutal thrust. The sensation was mind-blowing. Her cunt was so much wetter and softer without the latex, gripping and massaging my cock with every stroke. “God damn… your raw pussy feels incredible,” I groaned. “So fucking hot and tight… I can feel everything.”

“Harder, Shawn! Wreck my fucking cunt!” Bre screamed. I started pounding her with deep, savage strokes, my heavy balls slapping loudly against her ass. The wet, filthy squelching sounds of her creamy pussy were obscene.

Rob grinned viciously as he railed Jane. “Holy shit! You took the condom off! That’s my fucking boy! Pound that bare cunt, Shawn! Destroy her sloppy hole! Feel how much better real pussy is without rubber! Wreck that dripping pussy like a real man!”

Bre’s tits bounced violently with every thrust. Her pussy creamed heavily around my bare cock, juices coating my shaft and balls. “Fuck me deeper! Stretch my cunt out!” she cried.

Rob kept taunting me. “Look at you go! Slamming that raw pussy like a pussyhound! You love it, don’t you? Feel how good bare cunt grips your cock! Fill that slut up!”

The raw friction, the intense heat, and Rob’s constant filthy encouragement pushed me over the edge. Bre came first, her pussy spasming wildly around my bare cock as she squirted. “I’m cumming! Cum inside me, Shawn!”

I buried myself balls-deep and exploded, flooding her raw pussy with thick, powerful ropes of cum. At the exact same moment, Rob growled like an animal. “Take my fucking load, you whore!” He slammed deep into Jane and came hard, pumping her full.

The room was filled with heavy breathing and the strong smell of sex. I stayed buried deep inside Bre’s cum-filled cunt, my mind reeling harder than ever. The raw sensation had shattered something inside me. Pussy felt too good - dangerously good.

After a few moments, Rob pulled out of Jane with a wet pop and collapsed back onto the couch, his thick cock still half-hard and glistening. He looked over at me with a tired but satisfied smirk. “Shit, man…” Rob chuckled, wiping sweat from his forehead. “I gotta admit, I didn’t think you had it in you.”

I pulled out of Bre slowly, watching my cum leak from her swollen pussy. I let out a breath and glanced at him. “Yeah… now you know,” I muttered, still trying to process everything.

Rob raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Guess all that time I gave you shit might’ve been for nothing, huh? You went from zero to pounding raw pussy like a champ tonight.”

I shook my head, half-laughing despite the chaos in my head. “Fuck you, Rob.” He laughed. “Hey, I’m just saying. Welcome to the club, pussy man.”

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That night I told myself it was a one-time thing. I was still gay. I had to be. But the change didn’t stop. The next day I caught myself staring at a girl’s ass in tight jeans on campus. My cock stirred. When a flamboyant guy walked by, instead of the usual secret attraction, I felt a flash of disgust. Fucking fairy. Acting like that in public. I pushed the thought away, ashamed.

Two days later I jerked off thinking about Bre’s pussy. Not Rob’s cock. I tried forcing myself to think about guys, but the fantasy kept sliding back to wet cunt, bouncing tits, and a girl moaning my name while I destroyed her hole. I came so hard I saw stars.

By the end of the week I was texting Bre constantly, begging for another round. We fucked again - raw this time. I ate her pussy for nearly an hour, tongue buried deep, drunk on her taste. Then I bent her over and pounded her cunt doggy-style, slapping her ass red while she screamed.

“Tell me you love my pussy,” she moaned. “I fucking love your pussy,” I growled, slamming into her. “Best cunt I’ve ever felt.”

The words felt natural now. The psychological shift accelerated. Every time I remembered how I used to fantasize about Rob, I felt embarrassed. What the fuck was wrong with me? Pussy was warmer, wetter, softer, and tighter than any fantasy I’d ever had. The power of making a girl cum on my tongue and cock was intoxicating. It made me feel like a man.

Ten days after that night I was walking with Rob downtown when the same effeminate guy from before came prancing past us in his tight little shorts. I didn’t hold back. I sneered loud enough for him and everyone nearby to hear, “Look at that fucking fairy prancing around like a little bitch. Disgusting homo. Bet he’s got a sore asshole from taking cock all weekend. Someone should beat that rainbow faggot shit out of him and make him a real man.”

Rob stopped dead in his tracks, stared at me in shock for a second, then burst out laughing so hard he had to slap his knee. He clapped me on the back so forcefully it nearly knocked me forward. “Holy shit, Shawn! What the fuck happened to you, man? You used to get all quiet and weird when fags walked by. Now you’re roasting them like a true man? Welcome to the club, you big pussyhound!”

I grinned wide, a dark thrill surging through my chest. “Pussy happened, bro. Real, dripping wet cunt changed everything. I fucking crave tight, creamy pussy wrapped around my cock every single day. Guys are pathetic - limp-wristed, cock-sucking faggots who spread diseases and cry about their feelings. Why the hell would any real man want some sweaty dick up his ass when you can pound a moaning slut’s cunt instead? Fags make me sick.”

Rob howled with laughter again, louder this time, drawing stares from people on the street. He threw a heavy arm around my neck and pulled me into a rough side-hug. “Fuck yeah! Say that shit louder, man! That’s the most based shit I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth.” Still laughing, he shoved me playfully and pointed at another guy wearing a bright shirt further down the block. “Look at that one over there. Bet he’s a bottom bitch too. C’mon, let’s fuck with him.”

For the rest of our walk, Rob kept egging me on, feeding me more opportunities to rip into every rainbow-looking guy we passed. Every vicious comment I made earned me another hard slap on the back or a proud “That’s my fucking bro!” from him. By the time we reached the parking lot, Rob was grinning like a madman. He punched my shoulder and said, “We’re going out this weekend, just you and me. Gonna get you some fresh pussy and then spend the night destroying every fag we see. I’m so goddamn proud of you right now.”

We didn’t even wait for the weekend. That same night we went out hunting. We spotted two skinny, effeminate guys leaving a bar holding hands. Rob gave me the signal and we moved. I shoved the first one hard against a brick wall while Rob grabbed the other. We roughed them up good - slapping them around, calling them every filthy name we could think of, spitting on them while they whimpered. “Fucking disgusting faggots,” I growled as I punched one in the gut. The rush was insane.

After they ran off crying and bleeding, we were both pumped full of adrenaline and aggression. We hit up another bar right after and each pulled a slutty girl within thirty minutes. I fucked mine raw in the backseat of Rob’s truck while he railed his in the front seat. The sound of wet pussy getting destroyed mixed with our loud, triumphant laughter. Nothing felt better than bashing fags and then draining our balls deep in real cunt.

The old shame was completely gone. In its place was a burning, aggressive hunger for pussy and a sharp, seething contempt for anything that looked or acted even slightly gay. Faggots disgusted me now. The way they talked, the way they walked, the way they tried to shove their degenerate lifestyle in everyone’s face - it all made my blood boil. I wanted to fuck every hot girl I saw. I wanted to mock and humiliate every fairy, every limp-wristed queer, every ass bandit who crossed my path. I felt strong. I felt right. I felt like a real man.

I was no longer hiding. I had fully converted - a straight, pussy-obsessed, conservative, and proudly homophobic motherfucker, exactly like my best friend Rob, my father, and my two older brothers.

The change hadn’t gone unnoticed at home. My father and brothers were openly proud of the new me. When I brought home a couple of girls and didn’t hide it, my family’s reaction was one of pure pride. My father, who had always been the strictest and most traditional of all, especially loved hearing me rip into “disgusting fags” and “rainbow freaks” the same way he always had. He pulled me aside one evening with a rare smile on his face and told me straight up one night, “You had us worried for a while, son. Thought we might’ve raised a queer. But look at you now - chasing real women, talking straight, thinking straight. You finally grew a pair and became a real Harpen man.”

One evening after dinner he called me down to the basement. He had set up the big screen with a new porn video - a rough, straight gangbang scene. Dad cracked open two beers, handed me one, and sat back in his recliner. “Watch this shit with me,” he ordered. As the girl on screen moaned and got pounded, he kept glancing over at me, nodding approvingly when I got rock hard. He then shared stories about all the pussy he’d chased when he was my age, how he used to fuck girls in the back of his truck while calling them his “little cum dumps.” He made me tell him every detail about the girls I’d brought home, then gave me tips on how to “fuck them right” and “make sure they know who’s in charge.” When I told him I loved calling them sluts while railing them, his face lit up. He punched my arm and said, “That’s my fucking boy.”

My brothers, Barry and Paul, were just as proud. They started inviting me out more, slapping me on the back, and cracking jokes about how I’d finally “stopped acting like a fairy” and become a proper Harpen man and joined the family as a proper pussy-chasing, straight-shooting man. They started dragging me out to bars with them (sometimes together with Rob), introducing me to girls, and laughing every time I made a harsh comment about “rainbow freaks” or “butt pirates.” Paul even bought me a new gym membership so I could “get that chest bigger so the girls can grab on while you’re balls-deep.” Barry loved telling people, “My little brother finally stopped acting like a cock-gobbling fairy and learned how to chase real pussy like a Harpen man should.” They roasted me constantly about my “former fag phase,” but it was all in good spirits.

One night at O’Malley’s, the three of us were drinking hard when I locked eyes with a thick brunette at the bar. Within minutes I had her pinned against the wall, tongue down her throat. Barry and Paul watched with wide grins as I grabbed her ass and told her straight up I was gonna fuck her raw. I dragged her into the men’s bathroom, kicked open a stall, bent her over the toilet and pounded her dripping cunt like a man possessed. She was moaning loud as hell while I railed her. When I finally dumped my load deep inside her and walked back out buckling my belt, my brothers were waiting right there.

Barry clapped me on the back so hard it stung, his face lit up with pure pride. “That’s our fucking brother!” Paul laughed and shoved a fresh beer into my hand, “Didn’t even hesitate. Straight into the bathroom like a real Harpen man.” Fired up by what they saw, Barry immediately pulled a blonde toward the same bathroom and fucked her in the next stall. Paul didn’t waste time either - he took a redhead right after. The three of us came out one by one, sweaty and satisfied, slapping each other on the back like champions. For the rest of the night they kept calling me a “true pussy destroyer” and couldn’t stop grinning with pride.

The approval felt incredible. For the first time in my life, I felt like I truly belonged in my own family. I was no longer the odd one out, no longer the weak, secretly perverted disappointment they had worried about. I was one of them now - a real Harpen man through and through.

"I'm telling you, Mason, I'm fine. It's just a little sprain, it doesn't even really ache that much."

I was on the phone with Mason, my boyfriend of 2 years, while sitting in the office of a local acupuncturist waiting for my appointment. I'd come to Chengdu a few months back to finally explore some of my stepmother's culture after high school. She'd always talked about how beautiful China was and I'd been obsessed with coming here since I was young.

To support myself while soaking in the beautiful city, I had been tutoring some young students in English part time. Today had been a usual job, but when I was leaving I tripped and hurt my ankle. The family obviously wasn't at fault, but they insisted they pay for me to see an acupuncturist to help with the swelling. I'd never had acupuncture before, though I'd seen my stepmother have it and had always been interested, so I took them up on the offer.

"Tyler? I'm ready for see you now," said a young Chinese woman, peeking her head out of a doorway.

"Mason, seriously I'm fine. I'll call you when I get out. Love you, bye." He'd always been protective of me, but it came from a good place so I put up with it. I put my phone on mute before shoving it into my pants and following her.

I entered the exam room and took a seat across from a desk. The room wasn't very large, but quite cozy and reflected the old building the office was in. A large, comfortable-looking table was in the center with a smaller table beside it containing boxes of sterile needles. The bamboo shades were drawn giving the whole set-up a pleasant ambiance.

"I'm Dr. Lee, but you can call me Mei. So it says here you're coming to us for a sprain that happened this morning?" said the young woman. She had long, black hair worn up in a bun atop a round face with flawless skin and ruby lips. She was maybe 24 years old to my 20 and she spoke English almost fluently which was a relief. I could speak some Chinese, but not to a degree where I was comfortable.

"Yeah, I honestly think it's pretty minor, but the family insisted," I said, brushing it off.

"Yes, the Zhao family has been coming to our clinic for many years. They're such a nice family. If you don't mind, I'm going to look at your tongue and check your pulse as well, see if we can give your body a tune-up while you're here on top of working with the sprain.

I nodded and stuck out my tongue. I'd seen my mother do this routine many times in the past, so I'd been expecting it. She looked it over for a couple minutes then reached out to take my pulse, first my left hand and then my right. The whole process took about five minutes or so and when she was done she jotted a few notes on a clipboard.

Mei looked up and started, "For someone so young, you have a lot of Yin in your body. A young man like you should be overflowing with Yang energy. Yin is a more feminine energy while Yang is a more masculine one, do you find this to be the case throughout your life?"

'Feminine? You don't know the half of it,' I thought to myself and chuckled inwardly. If being gay counted as feminine, then I could certainly see it. My stepmother had always called me her 'Yin-baby' after I came out of the closet. She never looked down on me for it and supported my boyfriend and I, but she had a very old-school Chinese upbringing and I could tell she was disappointed she wouldn't have grandchildren, even if I wasn't blood-related.

"Yeah, I think I can see that," I mentioned, half grinning.

"Wonderful, let's see if I can't balance that energy out a little. We'll do the session in two parts, first for your ankle, and then finish with a more in-depth treatment if that's alright with you. I think you'll feel better than ever after you leave today."

I readily agreed and signed the treatment waiver. She instructed me to disrobe and cover up with the towel on the table as she left the room momentarily.

Slipping out of my clothes, I found myself thankful I kept up my body for times like these. I wasn't winning any awards, but my body was frim and toned and it suited my 6ft frame. Topping it off with straw-blonde hair and blue eyes just made me stand out even more here in Chengdu and I'd often found myself being ogled around town. Being here had done wonders for my self-esteem, though. I settled onto the table and covered the my waist with the thin cotton towel, waiting for her to return.

It didn't take long before she came back. She didn't even speak before gathering up some needles and started feeling areas on my leg before sticking some in in several places. I barely felt the needle at all, even when she twisted them back and forth. Mostly I just felt her using a finger to gently palpate my muscles to find the appropriate places. A few on my legs, a couple on my wrist, one in my neck, forehead, and belly and she was done.

"Comfortable?," she asked.

"Yes, very actually."

"Excellent. We'll let those sit a while and do their work. Just lie still and relax and I'll be back in a few minutes." And with that, she flicked off the lights and was gone again.

I lied there peacefully in the dark room, enjoying some sensations that seemed to spread out from the needles. Before I knew it, my ankle had stopped aching completely, so I just closed my eyes and tried to rest for a few minutes. I was enjoying myself but soon I felt some of the sensations creep up toward my waist. The pleasant tingling started to make my dick stir to life. It twitched a couple of times before preceding to plump and thicken down my thigh under the towel. I tried willing it back down, but before I could, the lights flipped on and in walked Mei.

I looked down at my crotch, hoping it wouldn't be noticeable, but the towel was so thin it was almost see-through! You could obviously see the shape of my manhood under it. Normally I'd have tried to cover up, but being full of needles I was forced to just play this off.

'She's a professional,' I tried to convince myself. 'She probably sees stuff like this all the time.'

Mei didn't mention anything and went to work removing the needles in the same order she placed them. It took no time at all and she was turning back to the small table to take out a wooden box.

"Now for the next part of the treatment, I need to place a needle in a sensitive area, so I'll have to remove the towel," she stated.

"Uh, well about that...", I murmured, feeling a blush creep across my face. But she'd already removed the towel. Upon pulling it back, I was now totally exposed, my shaved privates free for all to see. It wasn't fully hard, but still it was an object of substantial heft, that laid bare across my thigh.

"Oh, no need to be shy, Tyler. This is a perfectly natural response," she reassured me. "Besides, you certainly have nothing to be ashamed of." While comforting, this comment only made me blush more. I may be gay, and this was certainly the closest a woman has gotten to me in years, but no one in their right mind would balk at getting this kind of compliment.

Mei opened the box and pulled out another needle, except this one was long, thin, and golden. "You might feel an odd sensation when I insert this one, but just close your eyes and relax." I closed my eyes as she rubbed the bare skin just a couple inches above the base of my penis and she started to insert the needle.

Immediately I could feel a hot sensation ignite within my skin under the needle. It wasn't really unpleasant, but it was very strong. The further I felt the needle slide in, the deeper this warmth penetrated into my pelvis. Not long after, it started to spread throughout my body, covering me in an almost uncomfortable warmth. It reached up into my arms and head, down into my legs, and encircled my cock and balls.

"W-what's happening? I feel so hot..." I muttered. Opening my eyes I could see my thick, 7 inch dick standing at full mast. It bobbed with every beat of my heart and the air around felt cool on my warm skin. I was too concerned with the new sensations to even feel embarrassment anymore or notice that there was no needle protruding out from my skin.

Mei answered me calmly, "I'm stimulating the Yang of your body to rally enough energy to help expel the deep-lying Yin. Really feel your body, doesn't it feel pleasant? It's normal to feel uncomfortable, but you're almost ready for the next part of the process, and I think you'll find it to be an enjoyable experience."

I focused on the sensations in my body. The more I became accustomed to it, the more it did seem pleasurable. The warmth emanating from deep within, but it skirted just underneath the skin, almost amplifying what I felt. Feeling the warmth in my balls was particularly stimulating and I surrendered myself to it until I felt something ice cold touch my dick and I was brought back to my senses. Mei was touching my dick! My skin had grown so hot that her hand felt like ice at first but it quickly warmed up.

I panicked, "What are you doing!?" I'll admit that it had been an odd experience up to now, but this definitely was beyond professional boundaries. I went to reach and push her hand away, but I found I couldn't move my limbs. "I...I can't move, what did you do to me!?" I shouted.

She just looked me in the eyes and smiled, "Don't worry, you're safe. I just had to make sure you'd be...compliant...during this stage." She didn't give me time to respond and promptly leaned down, taking the head of my throbbing dick into her mouth.

I gasped out loud, unable to comprehend this situation, nor the new sensations that assaulted me as her soft lips gently wrapped themselves around my head. They had a feather's touch, but the feelings hit me like a truck. I'd never been one to enjoy oral in the past, as I preferred to give it, so the pleasure from just this one touch took me by surprise.

She continued her ministrations and the way her lips danced around my shaft sent a shudder up my spine and put sighs upon my lips. It never felt this way when Mason would suck me off. Wait... Mason! He'd be crushed to know what was happening right now. I may not be able to move, but I needed to do something, anything.

"Please, stop. This is wrong, I have a boyfriend," I pleaded, desperate t

I found a small part of myself disappointed when Mei's mouth left my package to respond, "I knew exactly what type of 'man' you were from the moment you walked in, Tyler, the same excuses of men that I often see skulking off to those bars in the seedy parts of the city. Trust me when I say that won't matter much in a while, and even if it did, there's nothing either of us can do to stop it now."

She just grinned sweetly and without waiting for a response she went back to work, her tongue sliding up and down my length, bringing my focus back to the shivers she elicited down my cock into my groin. I waffled, half of me wanting to moan, and half of me wanting to cry knowing that I could do nothing to stop this pleasurable assault on my rod, and that I was betraying my boyfriend in the process.

The tingling in my cock just kept growing as she took more of me into her. She'd pull back some and I could feel the cold air around my spit-covered dick before she'd force herself even further down. Not long after I felt my head hit the back of her throat, the subtle rubbing across my glans quickly brought me close to orgasm, something I'd never achieved with oral before.

"Mei, you need...to stop," I uttered through clenched teeth, "Please, I'm about to..." She just continued grazing me against the top of her mouth, paying me no mind as my legs started to tingle and my balls pulled tight against my body. I closed my eyes tightly so I wouldn't have to commit this moment to memory as I began to pant.

I could feel the muscles in my pelvis tighten, and my dick began to throb as I was about to shoot when the point of no return approached...but nothing happened. I felt my orgasm but nothing was released and the sensations plateaued. Frustration washed over me as my release was denied, soon after my cock and balls started to ache.

Opening my eyes, I witnessed the moment she let my dick go from her clutches. Not only did my package feel swollen, but it looked it too. The skin of my dick felt tight as the veins bulged against it and the size looked oddly longer than it had just a short while ago as it struggled to hold itself aloft against it's own heft. My balls, too, felt fuller as they rested on the table, heavier than before.

I chocked it up to my feeling feverish, as surely they couldn't have grown in such a short time, and doubly so on a fully-grown adult man. "W-why? Why couldn't I come? I was just there!" I said between labored breaths, the pain almost excruciating.

Mei just chuckled, "You see, it requires a substantial amount of Qi to bring change to what amounts to a fundamental part of a person's being, and I'll be helping you generate that."

I was confused at what she meant by 'fundamental,' but I didn't have much time to think about it as the aching became urgent again. "God, why does it hurt so much though?" I'd had blue balls before, but they'd never ached like this.

"Just think of them as growing pains, but here, I'll make you feel all better," and with that she suddenly took my entire length inside her mouth, opening the back of her throat and letting me slide down into it. I almost shouted at the sensation of her throat wrapping itself around my shaft, but like she had said, the pain was quickly overtaken by pleasure again.

Even though I couldn't move them myself, my toes curled in delight. Again I was amazed, I wasn't the biggest guy around, but Mason had never taken me all the way to the hilt as Mei had done so effortlessly and without losing a breath. Dammit, I hated what was happening, I had someone I loved, but I found myself giving in more and more to the smooth tunnel squeezing my shaft. Maybe if I could just come, this could all be over.

She bobbed up and down on my cock, making me moan each time, and could hardly believe how badly I wanted to be able to thrust up to meet her mouth. Before today I had never even thought of having my dick inside of a woman, let alone part of me wanting to. It had to be the acupuncture, as this was so unlike me, but here I was, steadily feeling that familiar urge to come take over my body again.

I knew by now it was futile to fight the urge, and the sooner I came, the sooner I could escape. I grit my teeth, trying to will my orgasm to come even sooner and found me reaching my zenith when she forced herself downward and choked on my meat. The sound triggered me, and I groaned out loud, feeling my dick throb time and time again as it pushed against the walls of her throat as I rode the high. But again, no release came and my balls seemed to swell even more, frustrated they could find no respite from their increasingly burdened load.

"Gah!" I shouted, irritated as my dick slid from the confines of her throat. I couldn't even recognize my own manhood anymore, even larger and longer than before and flushed an angry pink as it filled to the brim with boiling blood. "Why won't you just let me come already?" I shouted in anger, the pain creeping back into my genitals.

"Don't be so foolish," she laughed, "I'm not the one holding you back. You'll be the one to determine when this is over, but not before I've had my fill as well." What did she even mean? I didn't have a clue, as the mix of pain and pleasure was starting to fog my mind so much that I didn't question the changes to my body any further. I tried to focus more, but was unsuccessful and by the time I'd noticed her movements, she was already undressing.

Mei had let down her long, black hair and already eschewed her jacket and crimson blouse, and by the time I noticed it, she was removing the black skirt she had been wearing leaving her in nothing but a white, lacy bra and matching panties. The bra cupped her admittedly perky B cup breasts, and the lacy panties that sat low on her waist with the crotch cut out leaving nothing to the imagination, her shaved mound clearly on display. Surely most men would consider her beautiful, if not stunning, and even though I was gay, it wasn't wasted on myself either.

I wasn't able to comprehend what this meant to me before she climbed onto the table and straddled my waist. Not even the thin piece of fabric that framed her glistening lips separated it from my stomach and I found the warmth of a woman touching me for the first time.

She firmly rubbed my pecs, taking my left nipple between her fingers and eliciting a breathy moan from me. They had always been very sensitive for me in the past, but she quickly released it and gave me a look of displeasure, as if I shouldn't be enjoying it. I found myself wanting for her touch again, but she had other plans and kneeled backward, slipping my heavy length in between the two of us.

Her lips grazed my manhood, and she started to grind her most private area up and down my shaft. Still moist from her expert blowjob, it slid easily between us and I found my dick accosted with a sensation I'd never quite felt before. A smile returned to her face as a sigh slipped from my lips. I was content to let this continue, feeling my need to come bubbling up again, but after a few minutes she deprived me of the privilege and lifted her waist away from mine.

She grabbed onto my thick cock, her dainty hands making it look even more engorged than it was now, and rubbed my tip back and forth against her now dripping lips. A look of horror slid across my face as I realized what she intended to do. "No, please, you can't..." I begged. "Mason, he'd never forgive me..."

She ignored my pleading cries again, and deftly slid my cock into place and started lowering herself onto me at an achingly slow pace. My bulging rod parted her entrance, not allowing any resistance and we both let out a moan in unison. I could barely watch as I saw her lips envelope my whole length until they touched my waist, my pale skin a glaring contrast against her golden hue. The feeling was indescribable, a velvety warmth wrapping around me, accepting me to the hilt.

The white-hot feeling of her sex set my nerve-endings on fire. I found myself whimpering, conflicted at the though that never in a million years could I have imagined I'd find myself inside of a woman, let alone it feeling this...good. She stilled herself for a good minute and I could feel our pulses beating where we touched almost in tandem, like I was connected so closely with another human in a way I'd never had before. My dick continued to throb, each time pushing back against her slick walls and tapping against a fleshy protrusion deep inside of her.

Mei purred like a cat that had been missing it's toy and then started to move, lifting herself off my shaft and leaving nothing but cold air behind. I grunted, a mix of disappointment and unbelief at the situation, but was quickly relieved when she thrust herself back down. Panting, I chided myself for the thought that her cunt felt better than her blowjob had, and maybe even better than bottoming. Better than Ma...

I couldn't finish my thought as her grinding against my pelvis forced my attention back to solely on her. The feelings centered around my dick started to crest as she leaned over my chest, her long hair draping down her shoulder into the crevices along my abs. Her arms took purchase beside me and she used this newfound advantage to pick up the pace, thrusting back with fervor onto me. I turned my head trying to avert my gaze from her deep, brown eyes, but I couldn't stop from feeling her breathy moans hit my neck as my balls started to churn again.

The time between this time and the last one was so much shorter and I'd never needed to come this badly in my life. "Please..." I murmured, feeling like my life was hanging by a thread. "Please, what?" Mei asked, pulling my face towards her, forcing me to look her in the eyes.

"I...need to come..." I said, not losing eye contact. She responded by squeezing down onto my manhood making me moan and taking me to the edge one more time. As expected though, history repeated itself and no release was to be had, my distressed cock only swelling to further burgeon against her silky tunnel.

We continued this dance several more times, myself becoming delirious with pleasure but finding no respite as each interrupted orgasm came quicker than the last. Mei, on the other hand, found her climax multiple times, leaving my waist a sopping mess from her juices. By now I couldn't think straight and my eyes started to mist with tears of frustration and confusion.

"I think we're almost there," she declared after she'd reached her latest orgasm. She leaned down to my face, closer than she'd been so far, and whispered into my ear, "Tell me what you're feeling, Tyler."

Slowly gathering my thoughts as she rubbed my chest, I started, "I...I feel so ashamed...and frustrated. I've betrayed my boyfriend...his trust..." Mei cut me off, "Yes, you are, but tell me how you're really feeling. You can tell me the truth."

She urged me onward, squeezing my shaft again and I started to cry. "I feel...so good. No...great even," I spat out between tears. "I didn't know I could feel this way..."

"Go on, tell me everything," she pushed, her breath tingling against my ear.

"It feels...so natural. Better than anything I felt with...him..." It was the truth. I had been ashamed to admit it to myself, but it felt like a huge weight was lifted off of my body when I did.

"Yes, it's only natural for a man to feel good with a woman," she encouraged, "You want to be a real man from now on, don't you?"

I hesitated, trying to think clearly but I could only concentrate on her gaze and her pussy wrapped around my rod. My body knew what I wanted and all I had to do was agree. "Yes...please..."

She smiled, "What a good boy. You'll listen to me now, won't you?"

I gulped and nodded slightly. She unfastened her bra with one hand, throwing it aside. Grabbing my right hand, she brought it up to touch her newly exposed breast. My finger grazed her raised nipple, touching a woman's breast for the first time since I was born. I didn't find it unpleasant at all, and the firm globe fit neatly into my palm. "Go on, feel it," she instructed.

I did as she asked and found I could move my body again. This would have been the time to escape, had I not been entranced by her immaculate breasts. I pinched her nipple lightly, making her utter a sigh before I started kneading it, feeling the weight of it in my hands.

"They feel so...nice..." I cooed, reaching with both hands now to fondle her. She giggled, "Yes, of course they do, finally you're starting to realize what you've been missing out on all these years." I just nodded in awe, continuing to play with them until she stopped me, leaning down to offer one against my lips. I took it in my mouth eagerly, suckling and playfully biting her nipple until she let out a squeal. Every time I did, her pussy would grip around my cock and keeping it constantly abuzz with pleasure. I actually found myself upset when she took it from my lips.

"Tell me again, what do you want to be, Tyler?" she questioned.

"...A man?" I answered, still unsure of what I was finding in myself.

"Well you know what else real men do, don't you?"

I shook my head. All I wanted right now was to touch her again.

"Don't play coy, you've been begging me for it all this time. You want your release, don't you? To come?" she teased.

"Please! I need to come so badly," I begged, my eyes still watering.

"Real men can please women with their manhood, and they don't waste their seed without a purpose. You can do that for me, can't you?"

I nodded again. If the past few hours proved anything, it was that my body could do more than I thought capable of it. Things I couldn't ever do with...what was his name again?

"Then do it. Give me your virginity and make me come, and you can finally get your release. And you have to do it here," she said, holding a hand to her abdomen at about the place where my cock was still lodged. "There won't be any going back once you give me your true essence, though, and you'll be a real man. But that's what you want, isn't it?"

I gulped, and found the words on my lips before I'd even thought them. "I do..."

"Good boy," she praised, leaning down to kiss my lips and I readily kissed her back. Her lips were softer than any I'd touched before and each kiss we shared seemed to ignite a spark within me. Like I'd found a long-lost part of myself, and I didn't want to let go of it again.

I found myself pulling my legs up against the table, gaining purchase so I could angle my hips upward. Hating to slide outside of Mei for even a moment, I found a renewed vigor as, for the first time ever, I got to thrust my cock into her inviting tunnel. She shouted as I bottomed out inside of her and I ground our waists together savoring an experience I knew I'd remember for the rest of my life.

Wasting no time at all I continued my onslaught, astounded not only at the pleasure we were evoking from each other, but also at how easily I took to the dominant role after having never done so before. The slick sounds of our flesh hitting one another echoed within the room and I grabbed her ass to help hold her aloft as I battered my thick cock against her G-spot repeatedly.

Mei started whining between our kisses before finally leaning backward, letting me penetrate her even more deeply. Her cunt seemed made to fit my manhood as every thrust into her velvety confines stimulated every square inch of me. My hefty sack would hit the soft table with every thrust, giving me pleasure from both side, and it wasn't long before I could feel the urge coming upon me.

"Mei...it can't hold on much longer..." I panted, sweat dripping down my chest in rivulets. She groaned and pushed back against me eagerly, awaiting each time my dick would tap against her cervix, "Do it, plant your seed in me and give me every last drop of who you used to be."

We kept up this dance of mutual ecstasy until she finally let loose and cried out, her juices pouring down over my hips and onto the table. "Shit...I think I'm gonna..." was all that I could manage to say as I thrust into her one last time, lodging my cock directly against her womb and my eyes rolling up into my head. My full balls were pulled painfully tight against me as my whole body tensed over and over, pouring my seed into her. I came and came, more than I'd ever had before, and the last thing I saw was stars shooting within my vision and Mei's beautiful face.

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I blinked and rubbed my eyes, trying to banish the sleep still in them. I leaned up on my elbows and looked about the room. The lights were off and I was alone, and I could only see by the grace of the dim light coming in between the gaps in the shades now. Swinging my legs off of the table, I got to my feet for the first time in what had to been hours.

My legs were a bit unsteady, and admittedly, parts of me ached, but oddly I felt fine. Honestly, I felt better than I had in the past few years. I absentmindedly scratched my crotch and swiped my clothes from the chair I'd set them on earlier and proceeded to dress myself. I gingerly slipped my trunks on first, gently adjusting my swollen and sore package into them. The tight fabric stretched uncomfortably and I found they struggled to fit me now. I followed suit with my shirt and slacks, eager to leave.

I didn't encounter a soul as I made my way outside, eyes adjusting to the now setting sun as I stepped onto the quiet street. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cellphone, a folded piece of paper dropping to the ground when I did. I quickly picked it up and opened it seeing a note in English along with a local phone number.

My eyes widened as I read the note: "It would be a shame to not use your utmost potential when there's plenty of women you could be helping. If you're interested, call the number below. May you be blessed with many new experiences, Mei."

I turned on my phone finding a couple dozen missed called from Mason. It only took me a split-second to swipe the notifications away and start dialing the number. The phone started to dial as I walked down the street toward my apartment, my ankle no longer hurting in the slightest.

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Epilogue

"Yeah, work's been going pretty well lately actually," I spoke into the headset, looking out the hotel window from my bed at the Chengdu skyline, the night sky dotted with stars. This was the worse time for him to call.

I turned my focus back to the Chinese woman in between my legs, her tongue lavishing my heavy cock with attention. I pushed her head down into my crotch, forcing her to take more of my cock. Unfortunately I met with resistance and she gagged, but I sighed audibly knowing she'd learn how to take my full length soon enough.

"Ahhhh, uh what? Oh nothing, I'm just tired. Keep telling me about your day, Mason." The girl pulled her hair back and caught her breath before returning the smile I gave her, recognizing her inexperience. She turned around on all fours, offering her pussy up as she looked back at me over her shoulder with wanton need.

It took me a moment to remember her name, Li Wei. I'd quit my job as a tutor a few months ago after I contacted the number Mei had given me. Turns out there were plenty of women in need of a virile, young man's services. Sometimes it was because their husband couldn't produce an heir, or they wanted a child with fair skin, and sometimes they just wanted to fuck a hot foreigner. Whatever the reason, it quickly didn't matter to me when I learned how much I'd get for basically sowing my oats, and Li Wei was the latest in the line of them.

I quickly joined her on the end of the bed, resting my heavy junk upon her ass, letting her know what she was asking for. "No, yeah, I got the care package from you and mom earlier this week," I responded as I teased her moist slit with my glans. She stifled a moan as I pushed forward, sliding six fat inches into her in one go.

I soon hit the back of her cunt, a good three inches of me left outside of her petite frame. Grinding into her for a short time, I quickly set to work long-dicking her over and over. I tuned out the yammering in my ear and focused on the delightfully slick tunnel I was in, reaching forward to cover her mouth and muffle her constant moans.

My orgasm quickly approached, but I couldn't get over the hump with Mason in my ear. "Yeah, about that. I meant to tell you earlier, but I won't be coming home next week. In fact, I don't know when I'll be coming back, so it'd probably be better if you don't wait for me." There was a screeching in my ear, "No, I just figured out I need to do what's best for me, and what's best for me right now is this pussy wrapped around my dick." And with that, I threw my headset into the other room.

I switched to a squatting position and pulled Li Wei's hair, pounding into her faster than before. A few more thrusts was all it took and then I emptied my balls into her as she quivered around my cock. I basked in the moment as I finished completely inside of her and pulled out, still hard.

Mark Thompson stood under the scalding water, his massive 6'3" ex-Marine body glistening. Thick slabs of muscle shifted under tanned skin as he ran soapy hands over his heavy pecs and ridged abs. Dark hair trailed down his powerful chest to the heavy, low-hanging cock between his thick thighs. At 46, he was still a picture of raw, conservative masculinity.

He felt the eyes on him before he saw them.

Through the foggy mirror, Mark caught his 21-year-old son Ethan peeking through the cracked bathroom door. The athletic young man - lean, toned from years of track - had his shorts around his thighs and was frantically stroking his hard cock while staring at his father’s naked body, especially the thick piece of meat swinging between Mark’s legs.

For a heartbeat, Mark felt pure shock and sharp disappointment. My son is a fucking faggot. The realization hit like a gut punch. All the hopes he’d had for Ethan - a wife, grandkids, carrying on the family name - seemed to crumble.

But the shock quickly hardened into cold, determined resolve. No. I won’t lose him to that shit. I’ll fix him. I’ll show him what a real man does, what a real man wants.

Instead of slamming the door, Mark turned fully toward the opening. He wrapped his big fist around his cock and began stroking it slowly, letting it swell to its full thick nine inches. He put on a deliberate show for his spying son - long, firm strokes, low masculine grunts, water cascading down his muscular ass and back.

Ethan’s hand moved faster, his breathing ragged.

Mark’s strokes grew rougher. His heavy balls tightened. With a deep growl, he erupted. Thick, powerful ropes of cum blasted from his cock, splattering the shower wall. He kept pumping through the orgasm, milking every drop while knowing his son was watching.

Only then did he rinse off and step out.

“Living room,” Mark said calmly but with steel in his voice, looking straight at the cracked door. “Five minutes. Don’t make me come get you.”

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Ethan stumbled to his room, heart hammering, cock still aching. Shame flooded him. He had just watched his own father jerk off and cum, and it had turned him on more than anything in his life. His hands shook as he tried to get dressed.

Ten minutes later, he entered the living room wearing only gym shorts. Mark was already there, wearing a tight black t-shirt that hugged his massive chest and loose shorts that did nothing to hide the outline of his heavy cock.

Mark sat on the couch, legs spread, looking every bit the stern, conservative father.

“Sit,” he ordered.

Ethan obeyed, face burning.

“I saw you, boy. Watched me like a hungry little queer. How long has this been going on?” Mark’s voice was low, controlled, but laced with disappointment and something darker — determination.

“I… I’m sorry, Dad,” Ethan whispered. “I’m gay. I’ve tried not to be, but...”

“Bullshit,” Mark cut him off. “You’re confused. Spoiled by all that liberal college crap. But you’re still my son. And I’m not letting you throw your life away sucking dick. Tonight we start fixing you.”

Ethan’s stomach twisted with fear and shameful excitement.

Mark continued, “I already texted Lisa. She’ll be here in twenty minutes. She’s curvy, experienced, and she knows exactly why she’s coming. You’re going to watch me fuck her first. Really watch. Then you’re going to put your cock in real pussy for the first time. And you’re going to learn what a man is supposed to crave.”

Ethan’s mouth went dry. “Dad… this is fucked up.”

Mark leaned forward, eyes intense. “What’s fucked up is my son jerking off to other men when he should be breeding women. You watched me cum in the shower. Now you’re going to watch me cum in pussy. And deep down, part of you wants it.”

The next twenty minutes were agonizing. Mark made Ethan sit beside him on the couch while they waited. He spoke calmly but firmly about duty, masculinity, family, and how pussy was a man’s natural outlet. Every word chipped away at Ethan’s identity. The mixture of shame, fear, resentment, and forbidden arousal left the young man rock-hard and leaking in his shorts.

When the doorbell rang, Mark smiled darkly. “Showtime.”

Lisa was a thick, confident 28-year-old brunette with heavy breasts, wide hips, and a fat ass. She smiled knowingly as Mark led her inside.

Mark didn’t waste time. He pulled Lisa into a rough kiss, then stripped her slowly in front of his son. Her heavy tits spilled out, nipples already hard. Mark groped them possessively before pushing her down onto the couch on all fours.

“Watch closely, Ethan,” Mark said, looking his son dead in the eye. “This is what real fucking looks like.”

He dropped his shorts. His thick nine-inch cock was already rock hard, the fat head glistening. He rubbed it up and down Lisa’s soaked slit, teasing her, then slammed in balls-deep in one powerful thrust.

Lisa cried out. “Fuck, Mark! You’re so thick!”

Mark groaned in pleasure as he buried himself to the hilt. “Goddamn, this pussy is perfect.” He started fucking her with long, heavy strokes — pulling almost all the way out before driving back in, his muscular ass flexing powerfully. The wet, filthy slapping of his heavy balls against her clit echoed through the room.

Ethan sat frozen, eyes wide. A storm of emotions crashed through him. Jealousy. Arousal. Heartbreak. Shame. Every brutal thrust of his father’s thick cock into Lisa’s cunt made Ethan’s own dick throb painfully. He watched the way Lisa’s pussy stretched around his dad’s girth, the creamy juices coating Mark’s shaft, the way her tits swung wildly with each impact.

Mark looked over at his son while continuing to pound her. “See that, boy? Look how her cunt grips me. This is what you’ve been missing. Not some dude’s tight ass — real, wet, warm pussy that was made to take cock.”

He fucked her harder, faster, gripping her hips and railing her like a man possessed. Lisa moaned like a whore, pushing back onto him. The obscene schlick-schlick-schlick sounds and the sight of his father’s muscular body dominating the woman made Ethan feel small, weak, and unbearably turned on.

Mark reached down and rubbed Lisa’s clit while drilling her. She came hard, screaming, her pussy visibly spasming around his thick shaft. Mark growled in triumph but didn’t stop. He kept pounding through her orgasm until he finally buried himself deep and unloaded.

“Take it,” he grunted. “Filling this pussy like a real man should.”

Thick ropes of cum pumped into Lisa as Mark’s muscular body tensed and shuddered. When he finally pulled out, a huge flood of his seed poured from her wrecked, gaping hole.

Mark turned to his son, breathing heavily, cock still half-hard and glistening.

“Your turn, Ethan. Get over here and put that dick in your first real pussy.”

Ethan stood on shaky legs, heart pounding, cock leaking, mind reeling between horror and desperate lust. Mark stood there breathing heavily, his thick cock still semi-hard and shiny with cum and pussy juice. He looked at his son with intense, commanding eyes.

“On your knees, Ethan. Clean her up first.”

Ethan stared at Lisa’s freshly-fucked pussy. It was a wrecked, puffy mess. His father’s thick load was already leaking out in heavy white globs, slowly dripping down her swollen lips onto the couch.

“I… Dad, that’s your cum…” Ethan whispered, voice shaking.

“Exactly,” Mark said firmly, putting a strong hand on the back of his son’s head and guiding him forward. “You’re going to eat a real man’s load out of a real pussy. This is part of your conversion, boy. Taste what straight sex leaves behind.”

Ethan hesitated only a second before Mark pushed his face between Lisa’s spread thighs. The scent hit him first - musky, salty, and feminine. Then his tongue made contact.

He dragged his tongue up her cum-filled slit, collecting a thick rope of his father’s semen. The taste exploded in his mouth: bitter, salty, slightly sweet from mixing with Lisa’s juices. Ethan groaned involuntarily as he pushed his tongue deeper, sucking greedily. Wet, obscene slurping sounds filled the room as he ate his dad’s load straight from her cunt.

Lisa moaned and grabbed his hair. “That’s it, baby boy. Suck your daddy’s cum out of me.”

Mark watched with dark satisfaction, slowly stroking his cock back to full hardness. “Good boy. Swallow it all. Every drop. This is what you’re going to crave from now on - pussy full of real cum.”

Ethan’s face burned with humiliation, but his athletic cock was harder than it had ever been. The shame mixed with raw lust as he buried his tongue inside Lisa, sucking and licking until her pussy was mostly clean, his lips and chin glistening with his father’s seed.

Mark finally pulled him back. “Enough. Now fuck her.”

Ethan climbed onto the couch, trembling. His cock - 8.5 inches long, slim, and rock hard - throbbed angrily. Mark gripped it firmly from behind, stroking it a few times before guiding the swollen head to Lisa’s cum-slick entrance.

“Push,” Mark ordered, voice low and rough.

Ethan sank into her in one long thrust.

“Fuuuuck…” he gasped loudly.

The heat was overwhelming. Lisa’s pussy was scorching, silky, and still loose from his father’s thick cock. Warm cum squelched around his shaft as he bottomed out. The sensation was completely different from anything he’d experienced with men - wetter, softer, greedier.

“Oh my god, Dad… it’s so fucking warm and sloppy inside her,” Ethan moaned, voice breaking. “I can feel your cum all around my cock…”

“Start fucking her,” Mark commanded, keeping one hand on his son’s hip, guiding his rhythm. “Hard. Like you mean it.”

Ethan started thrusting. Wet, filthy sounds echoed with every snap of his hips. His balls slapped against Lisa’s cum-covered ass as he pounded her. The more he fucked, the more his resistance crumbled. Pleasure flooded his brain.

“It feels too good…” Ethan panted, slamming into her faster. “Her pussy is sucking me in… I’ve never felt anything like this…”

Mark leaned in close to his ear. “That’s because you were never supposed to be gay. This is what your cock was made for. Now fuck her like a man.”

Ethan lost control. He grabbed Lisa’s wide hips and railed her hard, athletic body flexing as he drove deep again and again. Lisa moaned beneath him, pushing back, her heavy tits bouncing wildly.

After several minutes of savage fucking, Mark spoke again.

“Move over. We’re doing this together.”

Mark climbed onto the couch and slid his thick nine-inch cock back into Lisa’s stretched pussy right beside his son’s. They forced both cocks into her at the same time.

Ethan’s eyes widened. “Dad—! Fuck, it’s so tight!”

The pressure was intense. Lisa’s cunt stretched obscenely around their two thick shafts. Ethan could feel his father’s hard cock rubbing directly against his own inside the hot, cum-slick channel. Their cockheads pressed together as they began thrusting in rhythm.

“Feel that, son?” Mark growled, powerful hips driving forward. “Two real cocks stretching the same pussy. This is how men fuck.”

The sensation was mind-shattering. Every thrust made their shafts grind together, slick with cum and pussy juice. The wet squelching was deafening. Lisa screamed in pleasure, her body shaking as she came hard around both cocks, her walls spasming violently.

Ethan was whimpering and moaning uncontrollably. “Dad… I can feel your cock rubbing mine… I’m gonna cum… I can’t hold it…”

“Together,” Mark ordered, slamming in deep. “Fill her womb at the same time. Breed her like straight men.”

They thrust in unison and exploded.

Ethan cried out as his cock pulsed violently, shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside Lisa. At the exact same moment, Mark’s cock throbbed against his, pumping even more heavy loads into her already overflowing cunt. Cum squirted out around their joined cocks with every pulse, running down Lisa’s ass and soaking the couch.

The feeling of cumming together while their cocks rubbed inside her destroyed pussy sent Ethan into a full breakdown. Pleasure, shame, submission, and a strange new hunger all crashed through him at once.

When they finally pulled out, a massive flood of mixed father-and-son cum poured from Lisa’s ruined, gaping hole.

Mark rested a heavy hand on Ethan’s shoulder, breathing hard.

“How do you feel now, boy?”

Ethan stared down at the creamy mess leaking from her pussy, his own cock still twitching and coated in cum. His voice came out hoarse and broken:

“…I loved it, Dad. I really fucking loved it.”

Mark smiled with dark satisfaction.

My husband Tommy and I had been happily married for four years. Our life together felt almost perfect. He was my rock - tall, broad-shouldered, and powerfully built, with a thick, well-groomed dark beard that I loved feeling against my skin every time we kissed. His hazel eyes always filled with warmth and desire when he looked at me. His body was everything I craved: a wide chest covered in soft dark hair that trailed down over his soft-yet-firm stomach, thick strong arms, and powerful thighs. And between his legs hung his beautiful 7-inch cut cock - thick, veiny, with a plump head that stretched me so perfectly and made me moan like a slut every single time he fucked me. I was the smaller, leaner husband. Athletic and toned from regular gym sessions, with smooth golden-tan skin, sharp visible abs, a narrow waist, and a tight, round ass that Tommy couldn’t keep his hands off. My 5-inch uncut cock was sensitive and always leaked when he touched me. We had passionate sex almost every day. I rode him, he pinned me down, we made love tenderly some nights and fucked like animals on others. I truly believed we shared everything. I thought I knew every desire my husband had.

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I was five miles into my evening run, sweat running down my smooth chest and abs, when my headphones chimed with a text from Tom. I slowed to a stop under a shady tree, smiling as I unlocked my phone, expecting something sweet or flirty. Instead, I read: "He’s on one of his long runs, come over! Can’t wait to get my dick wet in your warm pussy again!"

A video was attached. My thumb hovered, confused. I pressed play. There was my husband, shirtless in what looked like a hotel room, slowly stroking his thick 7-inch cut cock with his large hand. His hairy chest rose and fell heavily. His full beard looked slightly unkempt, and his voice - that deep, rough voice I loved - said: “Baby, I love when my cock is buried in your pussy. I want you to be my girl. Anytime I go to a work conference, you’re coming with me and we can go on dates and fuck all night.”

My stomach dropped instantly. The world seemed to tilt on its axis.

These texts weren’t for me.

Tommy was cheating. Tommy secretly craved pussy.

The shock hit me like a freight train. My stomach dropped. My chest tightened painfully. This was the man I loved more than anything - the man who held me every night, who kissed my forehead, who told me I was his forever. And he had been hiding this entire side of himself. He wanted warm, wet pussy. He wanted to fuck women. He wanted to take them on dates and breed them. Tears burned in my eyes. Betrayal, heartbreak, and confusion crashed over me in violent waves. How long had this been going on? How many times had he lied to me? The pain was so sharp I wanted to scream.

But then something darker awakened. My 5-inch uncut cock surged rock hard in my running shorts, throbbing and leaking precum. The image of my husband pounding his thick cock into a dripping pussy made my knees weak. The jealousy was excruciating - another woman getting what belonged to me - but that same jealousy made my cock ache with the most intense arousal I had ever felt in my life.

I stumbled off the trail and hid behind thick bushes, yanking my shorts down. As I wrapped my hand around my leaking cock and started stroking, the emotions overwhelmed me. Hurt. Rage. Devastating insecurity. And underneath it all, a filthy, shameful thrill that made me stroke faster. My loving husband wanted to fuck women behind my back… and the thought was making me lose my mind with lust.

I closed my eyes and let the fantasy play out in my head. I pictured Tom on his upcoming work trip, meeting her at a restaurant. Smiling at her the way he used to smile at me - that warm, loving smile that made me feel safe and desired. Holding her hand across the table. Laughing with her. Then back at the hotel room - his big, hairy, masculine body pressing against hers as he peeled her clothes off like she was something precious. His thick beard brushing her neck while he kissed down her back. Dropping to his knees, burying his face between her legs and eating her pussy like a starving man.

Every image felt like a knife twisting in my heart… and it made me stroke faster. I imagined him climbing on top of her, his heavy, muscular frame pinning her down. That thick 7-inch cut cock - the same one that had claimed me so many times, the one I loved riding while whispering how much I loved him - resting against her wet pussy lips before pushing inside her raw. I stroked myself desperately now, picturing his hairy chest pressed against her tits as he fucked her deep and hard, claiming her in a way he had never truly claimed me. The thought of him breeding her, pumping her full of his hot cum, possibly getting her pregnant with the seed that belonged to our marriage… it completely broke me.

A choked sob escaped my throat as I came hard behind the bushes. Rope after rope of my load splattered onto the leaves and dirt while my body convulsed with shame, pleasure, jealousy, and unbearable arousal. Even after I finished, the crushing post-nut regret I expected never came. Instead, I just felt a deep, twisted, all-consuming arousal. My mind was spinning. I hated how much it turned me on. I hated that part of me wanted this. I hated that I was still hard.

I knew he would eventually notice he’d sent the texts to me instead of her. Before I could overthink it, I typed back with trembling fingers: "Hey sexy pussy fucker. Want me to make my run longer so you can really fuck her?"

The typing dots appeared almost immediately. "Yes! Heading to her place now. Mind if I stay the night? Been dying to cuddle with her after I cum inside her."

My cock twitched again even though I’d just finished. The casual way he asked to spend the night with her sent a fresh spike of pain through my chest, but it also made me leak. "Go for it," I replied.

"Thanks, you’re the best," he answered.

"Aww, love you lots" I stared at the screen, waiting for the “love you too.” It never came. And somehow… that only made me harder.

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I stayed behind the bushes for a few more minutes, cum cooling on my fingers. The shock still buzzed under my skin, but it only made my hole twitch and my cock leak. I ran the rest of the way home, showered quickly, and waited.

My phone lit up again. Tom sent a new message: “She’s such a slut for me. Already soaking wet. You really don’t mind?”

I typed back with shaky fingers: “I don’t mind. Send proof.” A minute later, a video arrived. I hit play.

The camera was pointed down. Tom’s familiar large hand was gripping his thick cock, the fat veiny shaft glistening with her juices. He rubbed the swollen, plum-shaped head up and down her shaved, dripping pussy lips before pushing inside in one slow, deep thrust. A woman’s moan filled my earbuds.

“Fuck… so much tighter than his ass,” Tom groaned loudly. “God, I missed real pussy.”

My face burned with humiliation and raw lust. I yanked my shorts down, my cock springing up rock hard. I wrapped my hand around it and started stroking as I watched my husband fuck her. His heavy, hairy balls slapped against her ass with every thrust. His thick dark chest hair was matted with sweat, his beard brushing her neck as he pounded her harder.

He flipped her over, grabbed her hips, and slammed back in. The wet, obscene sounds of his thick cock destroying her cunt filled the room. “Gonna breed this pussy tonight,” he growled. “Fill you up like I never fill him.”

I was stroking furiously now, moaning like a whore on our bed. Another text came in: “On round two. She’s already cum twice on my cock. You want another video?”

“Yes,” I replied instantly. The next video was even filthier. Tom had her legs over his broad shoulders, his muscular, hairy body pinning her down as he railed her deep. His thick cock plunged in and out, creamy white froth coating his shaft from her orgasms. His heavy balls were drawn up tight, ready to unload.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he grunted in the video. “Gonna pump her full.”

I came the same moment he did, watching his cock throb and pulse as he flooded her womb with thick ropes of cum. My own load shot across my smooth abs and chest.

Hours passed. More videos. More pictures of his cum leaking out of her well-fucked pussy. Texts telling me how much better she felt than me. How he loved being inside a real woman again.

By the time the front door opened the next morning, I was a mess - naked, cock raw from jerking off all night, eyes glassy with lust. Tom stepped in, still smelling like sex and her perfume. His beard was slightly messy, his hair tousled. He looked at me, surprised for half a second, then smirked when he saw my hard little uncut cock twitching against my stomach.

“So… you know,” he said, voice low and rough. I nodded, cheeks burning. He slowly pulled his shirt off, revealing that powerful, hairy chest. His pants dropped next. His thick cock was still semi-hard, shiny with dried cum and her juices. The strong, musky scent of sex hit me immediately - pussy, sweat, and cum. “You gonna be mad… or are you gonna be a good boy and clean your husband’s cock after I fucked her all night?”

I dropped to my knees without a word. I crawled forward without thinking, my mouth already watering.

Up close, his cock looked even bigger. The veiny shaft was still slightly swollen, the fat pink head shiny and smeared with creamy white residue. I could see strands of her pussy cream clinging to the underside. I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly from his heavy, hairy balls all the way up the length of his cock, tasting the salty, tangy mix of her cunt and his load.

“Fuck… that’s it,” Tom groaned, one big hand resting on my head. “Clean your husband’s cock. Taste how wet she got me.”

I wrapped my lips around the plump head and sucked hard, swirling my tongue around the sensitive crown, licking every drop of her off him. The taste was overwhelming - tangy, slightly sweet pussy mixed with his thick cum. I moaned loudly around his cock as I took more of him into my mouth, my cock rock hard and leaking onto the floor. I bobbed my head, sucking and slurping noisily, my nose buried in his thick dark pubes. The scent of her pussy was all over his balls. I lifted them and licked underneath, cleaning every inch like an obedient slut. Tom’s cock started hardening again in my mouth, growing thicker as I worked.

While I sucked him, something shifted inside me. The more I tasted her on him, the more I craved it. I wanted to feel a warm, wet pussy myself. The thought of sliding my cock into a cunt that my husband had just filled with his load made my hole clench and my cock throb desperately.

“You like it, don’t you?” Tom smirked down at me, slowly fucking my throat. “Tasting real pussy on my cock… You’re getting turned on by it too.” I pulled off just long enough to gasp, “Yes… I want it.”

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A few days later, Tommy told me he was seeing her again. This time I didn’t stay home. I hid in the dimly lit hotel bathroom, heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. The door was cracked just enough for me to see the entire bed. My smooth, lean body was tense, my 5-inch uncut cock already rock hard and leaking in my hand as I watched.

Tom looked massive and dominant on top of her. His broad, hairy back flexed powerfully with every thrust. His thick, muscular ass clenched as he drove his 7-inch cut cock deep into her pussy. The wet, filthy sounds of his heavy balls slapping against her ass filled the room.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good,” Tom growled, his deep voice rough with lust. He pounded her harder, his thick beard brushing her neck as he buried his face against her. “So much wetter and tighter than his hole.”

She moaned loudly, legs wrapped around his waist. I watched every detail: the way her pussy lips stretched obscenely around my husband’s thick shaft, the creamy white ring of her juices coating the base of his cock, the way his heavy hairy balls drew up tight every time he bottomed out.

“Fill me up, Tom! Cum in me!” she begged. Tom’s pace became brutal. His powerful body slammed into her until with a deep growl, he slammed in to the hilt and unloaded, his heavy balls pulsing as he pumped rope after thick rope of cum into her womb.

He stayed inside her for a long minute, grinding slowly, making sure every drop stayed buried. Then he finally pulled out with a wet pop. Thick globs of his white cum immediately began leaking from her swollen, gaping pussy.

That was my cue.

I stepped out of the bathroom, naked, my 5-inch uncut cock rock hard and leaking. She looked surprised for a second, but her legs stayed spread, her pussy red, swollen, and gaping slightly. Thick white cum was already leaking from her well-fucked hole. Tom smirked and sat back, stroking his spent cock. “Go on, baby. Fuck my sloppy seconds. She’s all yours now.”

I crawled onto the bed between her legs, staring at her freshly-fucked pussy. It was the first real pussy I had ever seen up close - puffy, red, and completely wrecked by my husband’s thick cock. Tom’s thick load was slowly oozing out of her, dripping down toward her ass.

My hands shook as I leaned in. The strong, musky scent of fresh pussy mixed with cum hit me hard. I hesitated for a second - this was completely new territory. Then I pressed my tongue flat against her cum-filled entrance.

The taste exploded across my tongue. Warm, salty-sweet cum mixed with her tangy, creamy pussy juices flooded my mouth. The flavor was overwhelming - filthy, feminine, and intoxicating. A violent shiver ran through my entire body. This was the taste of my husband’s betrayal and pleasure… and I loved it. My hard cock throbbed painfully as I licked deeper, scooping Tom’s thick load out of her with my tongue and swallowing it greedily.

“Oh my god…” I moaned, voice breaking. The emotional rush was insane - shame, thrill, jealousy, and pure lust all crashing together. I was tasting another man’s cum straight from a real pussy for the first time in my life, and it made me feel like a desperate, perverted slut. I buried my face completely between her legs, licking and sucking noisily. I swirled my tongue inside her, drinking down as much of Tom’s load as I could while savoring the soft, silky texture of her pussy lips. My smooth cheeks and chin quickly became soaked. Every swallow made my head spin with filthy pleasure. I felt completely owned by the moment.

After several minutes of desperate eating, I couldn’t wait any longer. I rose up, lined up my leaking cock with her sloppy entrance, and pushed inside.

The feeling was indescribable.

Her pussy was blazing hot, silky, and incredibly wet, loose and squelching from Tom’s thick cock and massive load. I could literally feel my husband’s warm cum being pushed around my shaft as I thrust in deep. The contrast between her soft, yielding cunt and the way Tom’s cock had stretched her made my head spin.

“Fuck… it’s so warm and creamy,” I whimpered, voice shaky with emotion. Tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked my eyes as I started fucking her. Every thrust made obscene wet sounds as Tom’s cum was churned into a frothy mess around my cock. I was literally fucking my husband’s creampie.

I looked over at Tom. He was watching me with dark, satisfied eyes, slowly stroking his cock back to full hardness. The emotional intensity hit me like a wave - this was my husband’s lover, freshly filled with his seed, and I was desperately adding mine. I leaned down, sucking on her tits as I fucked her faster, my smooth athletic body pressed against her.

I didn’t last long. The overwhelming sensations - the heat, the wetness, the filthy knowledge that I was using my husband’s cum as lube - pushed me over the edge. With a broken moan I buried my cock as deep as I could and came hard, adding my own load to Tom’s inside her. My orgasm felt endless, pulse after pulse mixing our cum together in her well-used pussy.

Jeff and I hadn’t been out to the bars in months, both of us buried in our careers. Tonight we were finally unwinding on the upstairs porch at J.R.’s, sipping cold beers and watching the crowd on Cedar Springs Avenue.

At 35, Jeff still looked like a movie star, modelesque with piercing blue eyes, killer dimples, and a perfectly trimmed beard. His black hair was cut spiky, and his gym-perfect body had a nice dusting of dark hair trailing down to his thick seven-inch cut cock. I was 34, Asian-American, with a lean, well-built body and smooth golden skin. I was clean-shaven, and my uncut cock was six inches, nicely shaped but not particularly thick. We’d been together for fifteen years. Both versatile, we enjoyed a solid sex life and occasionally invited a third guy when the mood struck, but it was rare.

I was shirtless, letting the night air hit my smooth chest, while Jeff wore a tight wife-beater. He smoked a cigarette as I puffed on my cigar. While people-watching, a feminine voice suddenly squealed, “Ooh! I just LOVE your tattoo!” A young woman who looked like a 25-year-old Pam Anderson had her hands on Jeff’s left shoulder, tracing his sunburst tattoo. She was all fake tits, fake blonde hair, and micro-dress. She squeezed his big bicep, purring about how sexy he was.

Jeff looked a little flustered but clearly enjoyed the attention. I got us another round of beers and grudgingly asked if she wanted one too. When I came back, they were whispering close together. Jeff leaned in and breathed hotly in my ear, “She wants to have sex with us.” His eyes were burning with lust. I told her straight up that we were a gay couple, but she just laughed it off and slid her hand over Jeff’s rock-hard ass. Jeff pulled me aside and begged me to try it. “C’mon, honey. Neither of us has ever been with a woman. It might be hot.”

I could see how badly he wanted it. When I reached down, his thick seven-inch cock was throbbing down his leg. I needed a moment and another beer. When I stepped back onto the balcony, Jeff had Jessica pressed against the railing, hands full of her huge tits, tongue-kissing her sloppily right there in the middle of the busiest gay bar in Dallas. It should’ve shocked me. Instead, my cock hardened instantly. Watching my gorgeous boyfriend mauling this hot blonde was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. I grabbed them both. “Let’s go.”

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The second we got inside our condo, Jeff turned into an animal. He yanked the top of her micro-dress down and attacked her big fake tits, sucking and slurping loudly on her hard nipples. “Fuck, these tits are huge,” he groaned, burying his face between them. “I’ve wanted to suck on fake tits like these for years.” Something primal took over in me too. I stripped fast, my six-inch uncut cock already rock hard, and started stroking while I watched him rip the rest of her clothes off.

Jeff shoved Jessica onto the couch, spread her legs wide, and aimed his thick seven-inch cock at her shaved pussy. He rubbed the swollen head up and down her wet slit a few times, then pushed forward. “Oh my fucking God…” Jeff moaned loudly as the head of his cock sank into her. “It’s so warm… so fucking wet. This pussy is gripping me so tight!” He thrust again, sinking another few inches inside her. His eyes rolled back and his mouth fell open in pure shock and pleasure. “Holy shit, baby, her cunt feels incredible,” he gasped, looking over at me with wild eyes. “It’s sucking my dick in… way better than any ass. Fuck, I’m balls-deep in pussy!”

Jeff started fucking her hard, slamming his hips forward with wet, obscene slapping sounds. Every thrust made her fake tits bounce wildly. “This is the best fucking pussy I’ve ever felt,” he growled, pounding her faster. “So slippery and hot… I can’t believe I waited this long to fuck a real cunt. God damn, I love this! Take that dick, you dirty little slut. This tight wet pussy is mine tonight!”

He fucked her like a man possessed, hips pistoning, balls slapping loudly against her ass. The look on his face was pure heterosexual bliss. “I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna fill this fucking pussy!” he roared. With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the balls and unloaded, pumping rope after rope of thick cum deep inside her. “Fuuuuck yes…” he panted, staying buried inside her for a long moment before finally pulling out. He rolled off, legs shaky, and mumbled something about needing a smoke before stumbling out to the balcony.

I was still rock hard when Jessica sat beside me. She ran her fingers over my smooth, tattooed shoulders and told me the truth I’d been hiding from myself. The moment she kissed me, something broke open. I pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss and carried her to our king-sized bed. I took my time worshipping her body - sucking her big tits, fingering her cum-filled pussy - until I couldn’t wait any longer.

I climbed between her spread legs and pressed the head of my uncut cock against her soaked pussy lips. My heart was pounding. “Fuck… this is really happening,” I whispered. I pushed forward slowly. The sensation was overwhelming. Her pussy was incredibly hot, silky, and wet in a way I’d never felt before. It felt like warm, velvet heat tightly wrapping around every inch of my cock. The soft, slick walls gripped and massaged me as I sank deeper. It was completely different from fucking an ass - smoother, wetter, more yielding, yet hungry at the same time.

“Oh my God…” I groaned, eyes rolling back. “It feels so fucking good. Her pussy is sucking my gay cock in…” I started thrusting, slowly at first, savoring every stroke. The wet squelching sounds of her cum-filled cunt were filthy and intoxicating. “This is what real pussy feels like,” I moaned, voice shaking with pleasure. “So warm… so fucking slippery. I can’t believe how good it feels on my dick.” I started fucking her harder, losing control. My hips slapped against her as I drove my cock deep again and again. “Fuck, Jessica… your cunt is spoiling my gay cock,” I panted. “It’s never going back to just ass after this.”

She raked her nails down my back and I fucked her like a man finally set free — deep, powerful strokes that made her moan and shake. I kissed her sloppily the entire time, tongues tangled, while my cock explored the hottest, wettest hole I’d ever been inside. I finally buried myself as deep as I could go and came harder than I ever had in my life, flooding her pussy with thick spurts of cum while groaning into her mouth. We stayed locked together, kissing passionately, my cock still twitching inside her.

Jeff eventually walked back in, his thick cock hard and bobbing. “Hey, baby… looks like you hit some of that hot poon too.” He grinned and climbed onto the bed. “Move over. Let me taste that creampie.” Jeff buried his face between Jessica’s legs and started eating her messy pussy, loudly slurping our combined loads out of her. “Mmm, fuck yeah. Tastes like two loads of cum mixed with sweet pussy. Us boys really filled her up.” While he ate her, I stroked my still-hard cock and watched. Jessica moaned loudly as another orgasm hit her. Jeff looked up, lips shiny with cum, and growled, “You like watching me eat this creampied cunt babe?”

I nodded, jerking faster. When Jessica started cumming again on Jeff’s tongue, I aimed my cock at her tits and shot my second thick load all over her fake breasts. Lying there breathless, covered in sweat and cum, I looked at Jessica, then at Jeff, wondering what this sudden awakening meant for both of us.

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The annual bike week rally is something my husband Eric and I look forward to every year. So when our usual location got cancelled, we were in a bit of a pickle. When our straight friend Mike, who lives in a different city, invited us to come to theirs, we decided to give it a try. Being gay bikers, we were use to staying in our comfort zone, but we already took off work and Mike assured us it would be a good time.

It was a smaller event, but we admittedly enjoyed ourselves. We even convinced some of our other gay biker friends to come along: another couple and our friend Jeremy, a younger bear that we have had some three-way fun with in the past. It was the last night, and we were sitting in a hotel bar drinking after attending a concert.

"Want another beer Tom?" Mike offered, and of course I said yes. Everyone was having a great time. Mike was one of my oldest friends, and he was with his wife Donna. Being in their early 40s like myself, they were avid bikers, and were even more so since their son moved out to go to college.

"I have to admit Mike, this was almost as fun as "MountainView. Thanks for inviting us!"

"No problem. Coming to these events have been a nice escape from the sorrow Donna keeps feeling since Maury left for school. She's got the empty nest hard."

I thought for a moment. Jokingly, I said "Well, I guess you could always try for another kid!" Mike then reminded me of his vasectomy, and I felt like an ass.

"I just let her cut loose and forget about the world for a bit. Being here gives us an excuse to."

We had been talking for several minutes, and suddenly wondered where Donna was. "If you don't mind my asking, where is she?"

Mike pointed to a pool table. "She's with Jeremy."

My eyes gazed to my younger friend Jeremy, looking as sexy as ever in skin tight jeans and a black leather vest. His V-cut t-shirt clung to his chest beautifully and he had some hair poking out at the top. Jeremy was 6ft 2 and 200 pounds of walking testosterone. But he was also a sweetheart and a very close friend to Eric and I, and someone we definitely wanted in our lives even after the orgasms with him had stopped.

Donna was tipsy, and flirting heavily with Jeremy, who seemed oblivious to a woman's advances. "Um, she knows he's gay, right?" I said to Mike.

He replied: "Well It wouldn't be the first gay boy she's seduced." And he winked at me. I never knew of them to have an open marriage, and not that I was one to judge, but I knew Jeremy. He definitely had never been with a woman, or even had any inclination that he would be interested. I admittedly have experienced pussy, but Jeremy was a gold star gay. But then I realized that Jeremy was the youngest guy there, (26) and probably the most handsome, with his neatly trimmed beard, baby blue eyes, masculine jaw, and nice arms.

Jeremy couldn't play pool to save his life, and Donna was delicately touching his hands and helping him with the pool stick. She was seductively caressing the stick, and getting very close to him with her "lesson."

At that point my husband Eric came over to me with the other gay couple we were with, saying they heard of a gay leather bar across town and wanted to go. I wasn't really feeling it, but I told them to go and have a good time. "I'll call you when we are on our way back," Eric said, and kissed me goodbye and left.

I suddenly had to piss and in the bathroom I ran into Jeremy.

"Tom!" The look in his eyes was priceless. "You're friend Donna is a firecracker! I assumed she was a flirt, but she just grabbed my crotch! In front of her husband!"

I whipped my dick out and started to feel the heavenly bliss of relieving a full bladder. "They have an open marriage. And I think she wants to sleep with you." I gave him a sheepish grin.

"Well, surprisingly I got hard. It took me a while to realize she was seducing me at the pool table!"

"Well, didn't you say you wanted to try pussy? I guess this is your chance."

I was only half serious, thinking he wouldn't give it a second thought, but he surprised me when he said, "Well, she has nice boobs!. You really think she wants my cock?"

"Well I've had your cock, in my mouth and ass, and if I were her, I would want to play with it too."

Jeremy plopped his dick out and started to piss. My mouth started to water seeing his dick. It was beautiful. When he was finished and flicked the last of the piss out, I started to stroke it. We quickly got into a stall and I plopped him on a toilet as I gave him a blowjob. We heard the door open, and he let out a gasp. Footsteps started to approach us.

"Well well, what do we have here?"

It was Mike. Jeremy started to laugh and I opened the stall door, with one hand still on Jeremy's cock, and Mike gazed at us.

"Jesus, thats thick! You better have not made him come yet, Donna wants to fuck him."

Jeremy blushed, and I reluctantly let go of his engorged member. "Nope, but he's warmed up."

Sometime later, Mike, Donna, Jeremy, and I were in an elevator. I had pulled out Jeremy's dick and was tugging at it while him and Donna made out. She had his hands on her plump breasts where he was clumsily fumbling with them.

"Dude, this is so hot," Mike said.

"I guess we are gonna give you a show tonight Mike," I said and winked at him.

We went to their room, which was on the top floor. Luckily no one else got in the elevator during our lift, but at bike week, I guess anything is possible. We made it to their room, and suddenly Donna took charge.

"Tom, I wanna see you suck him." She commanded.

Now granted I was a little drunk and horny, and these were my friends, but something felt oddly comfortable about this whole setup. It didn't feel weird at all.

We did as we were told and I stripped Jeremy bare as I fell to me knees to let him face fuck me, wrapping my hands around his beautiful round furry ass. I grabbed his hips and forced his cock down my throat in fast, rhythmic thrusts. Mike made himself comfortable in a chair, and Donna started to undress herself. Donna was around 5'7 with a beautiful hour glass figure. Her hair was in a blonde pixie cut, and her body was decorated in colorful (but tasteful) tattoos.

As Jeremy started to moan, Donna said "Ok, my turn," and instructed Jeremy to lay down. His big dick was sticking straight up and was glistening with my saliva.

"Ever tasted pussy?" She said, and before he could answer, she got on top of him in a 69 position. "Use your tongue, there that's it" She said, and then she went down on his 8 inch cock. I played with his balls while she worked his shaft, and judging by the fact that he didn't lose wood and from the moaning, I was pretty sure he was enjoying himself. Donna was working his cock much slower than I was, sensually sucking and kissing his dick and tugging the base with her hand.

Mike was practically salivating in the chair, and then he spoke up "I want you to ride him honey!"

"Condoms?" Jeremy was able to speak after she removed her pussy from his face.

"Are you clean?" Donna simply asked, which I knew the answer, Jeremy was a nurse and always played safe, and got tested regularly.

"Yes, but" he croaked.

"I am too, don't worry babe," she interrupted, and she lowered herself onto his dick, facing him. I had to admit, it was a sexy sight to see, witnessing my gay friend take pussy for the first time.

"This really is your first time?" Donna asked, moving at a slow rhythm, looking down on him.

"Y...yes, man you are so hot!" Jeremy said, and Donna looked like she was blushing. I remained standing by the bed, I assumed for providing moral support of my friend losing his gold star status but also liking the view. Jeremy's girth didn't faze Donna, and she rode the whole length of him balls deep, and he played with her boobs. A few minutes in and Donna came, convulsing herself on Jeremy's dick, and he let out a moan. He apparently had pinched her nipples.

"That makes her gush for sure," Mike pipped in.

Jeremy chuckled. "Where do you want me to come?" Jeremy asked, as Donna turned herself around to ride him reverse cowgirl.

"In her," Mike said.

"Is she on the pill?" Jeremy said in a hushed voice.

"No, but don't worry about that. Its been 20 years since she's gotten pregnant."

Donna winked at her husband when he said that, and smiled big.

As I watched Jeremy's beautiful dick getting hugged by Donna's cunt, I noticed it getting harder and his urethra bulging and getting more prominent. I couldn't help it, so I started massaging his balls, just as Donna started riding him full throttle. Then I started to lick his balls. Donna's bush was brushing my nose.

"Oh, that's gonna make me cum!" He called out, and suddenly gasped "coming!" and probably spurt ten big squirts of jizz up her cunt. Jeremy was the heaviest cummer I had ever seen, so I wasn't surprised. Donna stayed propped up on his dick for a while, while I saw some of his cream leak out of her pussy and onto his balls. I licked some of the cream off his balls, and he shuddered.

"Wow!" he said, and Donna got off and put on a robe. His dick plopped on his belly, with some cum spilling out, but it seemed that most of it was still in Donna. I pulled Jeremy up and gave him a pat on the back.

"That was the hottest thing I've seen since you fucked my husband while giving me head." We all started laughing, and Jeremy and I soon left to go to our own room, but not before Donna leaned in and kissed him and said, "Thanks hon, I needed that."

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Three months later, my dear friend Jeremy took a job as a traveling nurse, and moved away. We never really talked about what happened at bike week again, but I could tell that Donna's pussy had swayed Jeremy. Donna was his first but wasn't his last, he had since frequently visited straight bars instead of gay bars. Only God could tell what fun he had had since.

A week after Jeremy left, Eric called me into his home office to look at his computer at a profile picture on a social media page. "Look! Apparently Donna's pregnant. You don't think?"

I sat down to put the pieces together from the encounter at bike week, and I was speechless. "Well, I guess they aren't empty nesters anymore! Clearly people are gonna think they got a donor."

I've been in an open relationship with my boyfriend for years. We set clear rules early on, and we've both played separately without drama. He knows I'm bi-curious—he's even encouraged it—but what he doesn't know is how far that curiosity has taken me.

She's the one who took my "straight" virginity. What began as a one-time experiment, a tipsy "let's see what it's like" hookup, exploded into something I never saw coming. We've fucked around twenty times now, maybe more. Each session leaves me wrecked in the best way, floating on this euphoric high that lasts for hours, and honestly... it's spiraled way out of control. The addiction is real—I get shaky if I go too long without her, like I'm jonesing for a fix I didn't know I needed.

He only knows about the first time. I told him the basics, kept it light. He smiled, kissed me, said he was happy I explored. But I never told him it didn't stop there. I couldn't. Because stopping wasn't an option anymore.

The other afternoon I slipped out "for a couple hours" to see her. The second I stepped through her door, the air shifted. She was wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt that barely skimmed her thighs, hair messy, eyes already dark with want. No small talk. She grabbed my shirt, pulled me inside, and kissed me like she'd been starving for it.

We barely made it to the bedroom. I had her against the wall first—hands under her shirt, fingers finding her already soaked. She moaned into my mouth, grinding against my palm while I swallowed every sound. Then I dropped to my knees right there in the hallway, shoved the shirt up, and buried my face between her legs. The taste of her, the way her thighs trembled around my ears, the little gasps when I flicked my tongue just right—it hit me like a drug. When she came hard, fingers knotted in my hair, legs shaking, the euphoria crashed over me too—like endorphins flooding every nerve, making the world bright and hazy.

We stumbled to the bed after that. Clothes gone in seconds. I climbed over her, lined myself up, and pushed in slow at first. Fuck—the instant the head of my cock slipped past her entrance, that tight, dripping heat enveloped me completely. My cock soaked up her juices like it was thirsty for them, every inch getting coated in her slick warmth, making me glide in deeper, smoother, fuller than ever. The more her arousal drenched me, the better I filled her—thicker, harder, stretching her walls in this perfect, obscene way that had her gasping and arching.

"God, your cock... it's soaking up everything," she whimpered, nails digging into my shoulders. "I love your cock so much... feels so fucking big now, filling me even better, deeper... like it's made for my pussy." She locked eyes with me, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Look at you... my little gay boy turning into such a pussy addict. I knew I'd change you." Her words hit like lightning, but instead of pulling back, it sent a fresh wave of euphoric heat through me—pure bliss, like my brain was rewiring itself in real time.

I started pounding, each stroke pure heaven—my shaft sliding through all that creamy wetness, her pussy gripping tighter because I was so slicked up, dragging against every sensitive spot. The euphoria built fast: heart racing, skin tingling, every thrust pushing me higher until I felt like I was floating outside my body. "Cum into me, daddy," she begged, voice breaking. "Please... fill your girl up. Sneak out for me again tonight... I need this gay cock stretching me." The filthy plea, combined with the slick glide and her tight heat, shattered me. I came hard—deep, throbbing pulses that made stars explode behind my eyes, the rush so intense I almost blacked out from pleasure.

I lost count of how many times I came inside her that afternoon—five, six?—each load pulsing deep while her slickness made me feel even bigger on the next round, sliding right back in through the creamy mess we'd made.

Every orgasm amplified the high: body buzzing, mind blank except for her, this addictive loop of fill-and-thrust that left me craving the next hit before I'd even pulled out.

By the time I had to leave, my legs were jelly, her sheets were a wreck of our combined fluids, and she was smiling that lazy, satisfied smile while I dressed. She pulled me in for one last kiss, whispering, "Hurry back tonight. I know you'll sneak out... you can't stay away from this pussy anymore. You're hooked."

I drove home trying to act normal, but the euphoria lingered like a drug in my system—warm, hazy, making everything feel distant except the ache between my legs.

I walked in, hugged my boyfriend, made small talk about nothing. We ordered takeout, watched half an episode of something mindless, laughed at dumb jokes. He had no idea I'd spent the day fucking another woman senseless, riding wave after wave of bliss. No idea his cum from the night before was still inside me while hers was dripping down my thighs under my jeans, reminding me of every euphoric thrust.

Then he left for his night shift. The door clicked shut, and the silence hit like a trigger. Withdrawal kicked in almost immediately—restless, needy, mind racing with flashes of her pussy gripping me, the high I needed again.

I waited maybe ten minutes—long enough to seem casual—before I grabbed my keys and headed straight back to her place.

She opened the door naked this time, smirking like she knew I'd come crawling back. "Miss me already? Knew you couldn't resist." She teased, pulling me inside.

I pushed her against the couch, no words needed. I sank into her from behind in one long, deep thrust—fuck, she was still dripping from earlier, my cock plunging through the warm, creamy mix of us like hot silk. It soaked me up instantly, every ridge and vein getting drenched, making me feel impossibly thick and heavy as I bottomed out. The slickness let me fuck her harder, faster—the drag of her walls pulling at my soaked shaft with every stroke, heightening that perfect, overwhelming fullness.

She pushed back fiercely, moaning loud. "Yes... soak it all up... I love your cock, daddy... so fucking good like this, so thick inside me. Please, cum into me again... fill your changed little gay slut." She begged between gasps, "Sneak out every night for me... I need this gay cock ruining me... promise you'll keep coming back." Her words fueled the fire—I gripped her hips and pounded until the euphoria surged again, that same mind-melting rush crashing over me as I came—deep, throbbing, flooding her until it leaked out around my base with every thrust. She clenched and shuddered, milking me through it, her pussy gripping my juice-coated length like it never wanted to let go. The high was even stronger this time, addictive waves rolling through me until I was trembling.

After, we collapsed on her bed, sweaty and spent. She traced lazy circles on my chest while I stared at the ceiling, heart still racing, body humming with afterglow. "You're mine now," she murmured, half laughing, half serious. "I turned you... and you're addicted to the high, aren't you?"

She wasn't wrong.

Something about her has cracked me open. The softness of her skin, the way she tastes, the sounds she makes when she's close, and especially how my cock feels when it's buried in her—soaked in her juices, gliding perfectly, filling her fuller and better with every slick thrust—it's all-consuming. The euphoria hits like nothing else: pure, electric bliss that blanks my mind and makes the world disappear. With my boyfriend, I love the familiarity, the comfort, the way we fit. But with her... it's fire. Primal. Uncontrollable. And the addiction is vicious—hours later I'm already aching for the next rush, the next flood of endorphins, the next time she begs for "daddy's gay cock" while I lose myself in her.

Now I crave her constantly—her scent on my fingers, her moans in my ears, the slick, overflowing heat of her pussy drenching my cock until I'm stretching her to the limit, her begging echoing in my head.

Even when I'm with him, part of my brain is replaying the euphoria, counting the hours until I can sneak away and chase that high again.

I know this can't stay hidden forever. The guilt flickers sometimes, sharp and cold. But the craving—the need for that euphoric rush—always burns hotter.

My nephew Brandon grew up in a deeply conservative household, where masturbation was strictly forbidden. He had been raised just like his father and I had been by our own parents, and their parents before them. We were built by traditions, maintaining them as they had maintained us throughout our childhood and adolescence. Certain words were never said in the house, certain ideologies never acknowledged.

It had been my brother’s hope for Brandon to never see a naked woman before marriage. Everything had appeared to have been going to plan, for by the time Brandon reached his 22nd birthday, he was still exceptionally shy around the whole topic. My brother and I had been so proud; his little boy had made it through all of college without being tainted by “progressive” ideas or gone astray from our values. Unfortunately, that image was shattered when I arrived at Brandon’s room to fetch him for cake, finding him jerking out a quickie to hardcore gay porn on his laptop.

Both of us stood in shock for a moment, unable to move as the realizations hit us. I had discovered his secret, he believed his perfect facade was about to collapse. Brandon opened his mouth to explain but I had already left the doorway. By the time we got downstairs, everybody had been waiting for us. They had no idea what I was about to tell them.

“Before Brandon blows out the candles, I have one last birthday gift to give him.” Brandon rushed in behind me, his face red with embarrassment. My brother eyed me, caught off guard by this sudden announcement. “After college, he will stay with me out in the country for a few months to learn some more physical skills. All expenses covered by me, just one last hurrah before Brandon’s adulthood begins!”

Brandon’s eyes grew wide as the room cheered. My brother gave me a solid pat on the back, laughing and thanking me for such a great opportunity, insisting it was too much. I argued the contrary, watching as my nephew hesitantly paced over to his cake.

———

What none of my family knew, not even my brother, was that my property out in the country also doubled as a conversion camp. My institution had stayed afloat for three primary reasons. First, my property was an exclusive institution. I worked one-on-one with my clients, meaning my property was truly intimate. This tied in my second aspect, privacy. It was not special that no one in my family knew of my alternate career, as I kept my side gig well under the wraps of a decent, average country farm. Finally, I had never had a complaint. All my clients converted perfectly to my standards.

When Brandon had arrived at my farm for the summer, he had assumed there would be a combination of heavy farm work and awkward conversations. To be fair, at the surface level this was true. I had my nephew working from dawn to dusk every day, filling him with hearty, animal protein-heavy meals that along with the exhaustion would knock him out immediately after dinner was served.

There was no time for anything but labor and my conversations with Brandon. I also allowed no devices beside my work computer, which was off limits anyway, meaning not only did my nephew have no time to jerk off, but nothing to jerk off to. Eventually, Brandon’s brain became too overworked from the constant tug of war between exertion and exhaustion, forcing his will to fall back in line. It became easier to just listen and absorb, to sponge up my opinions rather than react to them.

Over the summer months, I watched as my nephew’s slim, faggy form bloated into that of a man. He grew taller, broader, muscles slowly piling on thanks to the proper diet and obnoxious amount of exercise and training. One by one I replaced his articles of clothing with more appropriate attire: cheap tees that could get dirty, thrifted jeans, my old boxers already stretched to fit his thickening size. Brandon had not made any comment when his razors had disappeared, nor when his shoes were replaced with much larger, well-worn boots. His growing feet had needed them anyway.

The mental changes were harder. Our conversations, which eventually became nothing more than lectures, where discussions focused around the family's values. I spent the majority of our time peeling back Brandon’s progressive ideology, stripping down to the traditional conservative roots. In between it all, I would constantly scatter in mentions of girls, vulgarly tossing tits and pussy language so that it became all my nephew heard. At first it pissed him off, but once Brandon began to simply ingest it all, I knew the conversion had already begun.

By our last week together, Brandon had become an entirely different man. The 22-year-old now physically resembled our family pride, his masculinity now at par with the textbook definition. As a final test of my work, I brought my nephew into my office and sat him next to the sole computer on the property. I instructed Brandon to open the screen, stepping away as the old monitor booted up a lesbian porno I had already booted up.

“Like what you see?”

I chuckled as Brandon’s cock hardened, completely mesmerized. Thanks to the lack of exposure, my nephew’s brain was flooded with waves of sexual pleasure forgotten to him, now redirected with my instruction. With his instincts realigned, Brandon’s former life would be no more. I reached over and quickly turned off the monitor, knowing his aching cock threatened immediate release.

“You’ve passed the test,” I announced. “You’re a real man now, Brandon.”

I motioned towards the open bathroom, Brandon's massive cock still throbbing for the opposite gender. I offered my permission without saying a word, grabbing for the door. To my surprise, and delight, my nephew cockily questioned my expertise.

Part 1

You told your husband you'd give him the best Christmas present ever: permission to go spend Christmas Eve and day with his girlfriend. There was only one condition: FaceTime on Christmas Day so you could talk.

Your husband got a big grin on his face, gave you a huge hug, and planted a kiss on your lips. "I love you, babe. Thanks for letting me do this."

--

It was definitely an odd turn in your relationship. One day while fooling around at home, your husband asked if you could watch some porn together. You said sure as it always got you off thinking of him jerking to porn. When he went to his saved bookmarks, you were surprised to see how many were straight videos.

He clicked on one at the top. "This one is my favorite. This guy is fucking a woman and cums inside her. It gets me off every time."

At first it was uncomfortable hearing that. But seeing how he reacted to the video made it worthwhile. Looking at your husband's body flex and tightening, seeing his cock pulse, watching him play with his cock as he heard the woman moan. Damn you thought, he's really getting turned on and it's really turning me on.

Your husband was moaning to the video. Egging the guy on. "There you go, slide it back into her bare. Fuck yes, make her wet." You didn't know why, but hearing him talk like that was making you leak. "Fuck yeah man, build up that big load. Get all that milk inside her." She started begging for the guy's load. "There it is bud, fucking cum inside her. Breed her!"

Those were the magic words for you. It sent some primitive response through your body. Your balls tightened and your cock erupted cum all over your hairy chest. Your husband soon joined you spurting his load all over your chest, too.

Soon this became your regular fun with each other. You'd still make out and touch, but the ending was always jerking off to straight cream pie porn together.

Eventually this led to opening up the relationship and watching your husband have his first encounter with a woman. Then a second, then a third. Soon he was making a dating app and looking for a girlfriend. You were both surprised at how quickly he found one.

In order to protect your marriage, you set some rules. She could only spend the night when you were on shift at the fire department, when you were home it was your time with your husband, always wear a condom, and getaways had to be discussed beforehand.

Surprisingly the rules worked out well. You loved getting texts of him on his dates with her and sneaking a look at them on your home cameras. Their first weekend away was pure bliss for both of you. He got to explore and strengthen his relationship with her, and you got to enjoy your imagination of what they were up to.

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Your husband must have expected that this was going to be the present you gave him. He pulled out his packed bag from his closet, grabbed the wrapped gift, and said he'd definitely FaceTime you tomorrow.

You slept well that night. It was the first time you bent the rule with him being home on your nights off. You jerked off way too much that night knowing that he was enjoying a holiday with his girlfriend. But this time there were no texts coming from him. It was a silent night, and you loved it.

The next day, as promised, your phone started to ring. It was him FaceTiming you. You answered and saw that he was showing you a live view of him plowing his girlfriend. She was repeating almost word-for-word what the woman was saying in his favorite porn. He was grunting and moaning.

Almost instinctually you started to say what he'd always say when you'd watch the video together. "Slide it back into her bare. Fuck yes, make her wet!" You watched as he was getting to the moment that he'd blast his load inside her. Your heart was racing, you knew it was coming. You knew he always wanted to do this, but the condom rule kept it from happening. Then it clicked: he wasn't wearing a condom.

You jerked your cock faster and nearly shouted the next line. "There you go, babe, fucking cum inside her. Breed her!" Your husband looked over at his phone. "Anything you say!"

You watched as his pace quickened, his body getting tight, his hands gripping her hips. "Oh fuck, honey, here it comes. I'm going cum inside you." She was moaning, telling him to do it, to get what he's wanted forever: a cream pie with her.

You saw your husband's body arch back, his grip tighten on her, his body twitching with ultimate pleasure. What was probably only 15 seconds of him cumming felt like minutes for you. Your own load was splattering on your phone as you watched your husband breed his girlfriend. Your mind raced with reaction, a battle between being turned on like nothing before and accepting that your one and only love has broken the condom rule.

Minutes after you cleaned up you got a text message from your husband. "I love you." Attached was a pic of you mid-cum shot. "Merry Christmas," he said before he went radio silent again for the rest of the day.

Part 2​

It was December 27th, you just got home form your shift, and you still hadn’t heard from your husband. Just 2 days ago you watched him fuck his girlfriend raw on FaceTime and leave a load inside her. He sent you the screenshot of you shooting your massive load and a message that he loved you. But after that, it was quiet from him.

The rest of the day you were jerking off knowing your husband had fucked his girlfriend raw. It was a huge violation of the rules you had established. To you the most important rule was no condoms. You worried that if he ever fucked a woman raw that it could mean something life changing for him. Sure, simply putting his gay married cock into pussy was life changing enough. But at least it prevented pregnancy.

The next day you were back at the fire station. Every time your watch vibrated with a notification you quickly checked it. You were hoping it was him. You were hoping it was some update. You were dreaming of a picture of his cock inside her, his cum spilling out. But at this point you’d even settle for a kiss emoji or a hi.

Before you fell asleep in your bunk, you sent a text to him. “Hey stud, missing you. Still hard from your Christmas gift to me. Love you.” You waited on your phone for a few minutes hoping that you’d hear back from him. You saw the message status change to read, but nothing happened after that.

You had mixed feelings at this point. For one you were honest that you were incredibly turned on by what happened. And, the fact he hadn’t written back to you yet was keeping things fun. But, you also worried that this is what that life changing thing would be; that him fucking his girlfriend raw had indeed changed your relationship.

The evening shift was quiet. Just two calls to go on. Each time you got up, donned your gear, and got into the truck. You’d check your watch to see if he’d responded yet. Nothing.

Your shift ended before you knew it and you were back home. No sign of him there either. You slipped into your shorts and put on one of his shirts. You inhaled deep. You loved how it smelled. A perfect mix of his natural body odor plus his cologne. You got into bed and put your phone on the charger. *DING* A notification was coming through. You moved quick and grabbed your phone. It was him!

”Hey babe. Sorry for being so quiet. I knew you’d like it, anyway. 😉 Every time I tried to text you, she’d pull me away from my phone. I think she’s jealous of you! I’ll be home soon. Hope you’re in bed so I can cuddle up with you. Missing you, too. Got another gift for you.”

Your heart flooded with relief and love. You were so happy to see his message and eager to find out what the next gift would be. All this bliss made you fall asleep instantly.

When you woke up, he was in bed next to you. You immediately rolled over and gave him a kiss.

”Hey love. I really missed you,” you said to him.

”Aww, I missed you, too. Listen, I’m really sorry about not getting back to you sooner. Was it okay?”

You explained to him your mixed emotions on it; how it was fun for a day but after that it started eating you up inside.

”I’m sorry. But, maybe your present will make you feel better?”

”I think it will. What else did you get me?” You flashed a big grin at your gay, pussy-fucking husband.

”Well, it’s not something you can unwrap. But it is about my girlfriend and I.”

”Oh?” There was clear anticipation in your voice. Your cock started to grow.

”Yeah,” he said with a smirk. “Remember when I first asked if she and I could be in a relationship. You know, be more than just casual fuck buds?”

”I do, I loved when that happened.”

He looked down and saw you were massaging your cock.

”So, it shouldn’t be that surprising that she and I have developed feelings for each other.”

You moaned and you pulled your cock out from your shorts. Your husband tossed back the sheets so he could see.

”She and I had a lot of time to talk while I was ignor—not responding to your texts.”

You moaned again. You didn’t know if it was intentional that he said ignore or if he was doing it to get a bigger load out of you.

”And, the thing is, my feelings for her have really grown a lot in the past few weeks. I mean, she and I have been together now for a few months. I know that’s nothing to us being married for almost 10 years.”

You looked at your husband, “so what does that mean for you two?”

He pulled you in and kissed you on the lips. “I am always going to love you. And that will never change. But what will change…”

You could feel your cock gearing up to cum.

”…is that I’m also going to be loving her. I told her that I love her. And she said it back to me.”

”Oh fuck,” you blurted out.

”And one more thing,” he added. You tried to hold back your load as hard as you could. You knew something big was coming from him.

”Because we love each other, we want to try having a kid.”

”Jesus!” You screamed out. Your cock erupted, cum flying all over your, splattering on his t-shirt you were wearing. Rope after rope erupting from your cock. Your husband looked on with amazement. He’d never seen you cum like that before. When your cock finally spurted out the last drops of your load he gave you a kiss.

”I knew you’d understand. The reason I stayed with her for so long is we kept trying and trying. I can’t tell you how many times we fucked bare. And remember how I took a gift over there?”

You looked at him, still riding your post-cum high. “Yeah?”

”It was a pregnancy test. She’ll take it when she thinks she might be developing. But, it’ll be a little while until we know for sure. So, we’ll keep on trying while you’re at work.”

Your euphoria was starting to wain. But your feelings about what you were just told were not. “God damn I love you babe.”

”And I love you, too.” He said with a kiss. “And I love her.”

He wrapped around you, holding you tight. “I’m so glad you’re letting me do this. I knew I married the right guy.”

You laughed a little. “I knew I married the right guy, too. Just who knew I’d be so excited for you to have sex with women?”

Part 3

You felt lucky that you had your husband for the next two days. You didn’t have to go back to the fire station until December 29th. Your husband had thoroughly enjoyed his gift of spending Christmas with his girlfriend.

As you watched TV, cuddled up on the couch together, you recognized how good it felt to be under his arm and pressed against his body. Your cock was throbbing knowing that his girlfriend was likely in the same spot just a day earlier.

”Hey babe?” You asked him.

”Hmmm,” he said with a groggy reply.

”So when you said you were developing feelings for your girlfriend, what exactly did you mean?”

”Oh. Well…” he paused for a second and sat himself up. In the process he had pushed you off a bit. No longer were you tightly pressed against him. He turned to you. He took your hand and and rubbed it for a second. “So you know I love you. And I’m always going to love you. The thing is I think I’m falling in love with her, too. So that means I’m going to have two people to love.”

Your cock was pulsing hard now. You had always fantasized him telling another person he loved them. But you had never thought it’d be with a woman.

”Okay. I assumed that‘s what you meant.” You squeezed his hand tightly.

”Are you okay with that?” He asked with a slight hint of concern. The concern wasn’t that he thought you’d be upset. The concern was that you would put an end to this new path in his life. Just a few months ago you were two gay men in a committed, monogamous marriage. But now you were in an open marriage. A marriage in which your gay husband—is gay even the right word anymore?—had been hooking up with a woman who is now his girlfriend. A marriage in which there was the possibility that your husband was going to knock her up. And this was intentional. He wants his girlfriend to have his kid.

”Honey?” he asked. “You okay?”

”Uh, yeah. Sorry. I was just thinking what this means for us.” Your husband raised an eyebrow. “No, no, in a good way. I mean. Just a lot of thoughts raced through my mind.”

You felt a hand on your pulsing cock. “I’m guessing they’re erotic thoughts based on how this guy is doing,” your husband said with a grin.

”Haha, yeah,” you chuckled nervously.

”You don’t sound so certain. Are you sure this is okay?”

”I am. I really do love that you have a girlfriend, that you’re trying to have a baby, and that we’re still married. I just don’t want to be pushed off to the side entirely. I get there are times where she will have to be the center of your world. And that there will be times where I’m the center of it. But I don’t want to be left out entirely.”

He leaned in and gave you a big hug. “That’s not going to happen,“ he whispered into your ear. “I love you. And I love her. I’m not going to love you any less than I do now. I have more love to give, that’s all. And when she gives birth to my son, I’m going to have even more love to give.”

This was the first time you had heard him talk about the future kid he wanted. He wanted to have a son. Your cock twitched again and you felt the pre leaking out.

You pushed him back down onto the couch and wrapped yourself in his arms. He squeezed you tight and you asked, “Can you tell me more about you being a dad?”

He moaned a little bit. “I’m so excited for it, babe. I can’t wait to have a son….” You felt amazed hearing him talk so much about his future life as a dad. You could hear the excitement and the genuine enthusiasm for it. And all of it assured you that it was going to happen. Your gay husband, whether you were ever going to change your mind about this, was going to become a dad with his girlfriend.

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A month had gone by since you accepted your husband was going to be a dad with his girlfriend. As promised, she’d come over while you were on shift and they’d do their best to get pregnant. It was almost laughable since she knew her cycle and they’d still try even if it wasn’t the best time to conceive.

But, you knew their chances were getting better. Your husband had put up a calendar on the fridge with her cycle. And he was asking permission for her to stay over for the next few nights. This meant that you’d be staying in the guest room and she’d be sleeping in your bed with him. You agreed because you knew how important this was to your husband and it was incredibly hot that you were being asked to sleep in a different bed.

Each night you were home you’d listen through the wall. You’d get to hear them having intense sex. Hearing your husband tell her how amazing she was and how she was going to make him cum. Her moans were direct evidence of how perfectly matched they were for each other sexually.

Before you knew it you were back in your bed again with your husband. He said he wouldn’t know for awhile if she was pregnant. She had to wait to see if her period was late and then they’d be able to have the pregnancy test. Both of you were eager with anticipation to find out.

One night the text came through. “I’m definitely late. Ready for the test?” Your husband sprang up, excited. He invited her over because he wanted you to be there for the moment.

She arrived and kissed your husband. “Oh my god,” he said to his girlfriend, “I really hope this is it. God I love you so much.” She said it right back to him. Your cock pulsed hearing their exchange. You knew you had heard them say they love each other before, but something was different about this time.

You went back to the guest room as she headed to the bathroom. Your husband popped in, ”it’ll be 15 minutes or so until we know, okay?”

You nodded. You were anxious, nervous, and happy. It was an odd mix of emotions. You had never seen your husband so eager for something before. He was absolutely giddy knowing that he could become a dad. But you were nervous because again you had your doubts about what this meant for your marriage. I mean come on: your gay (really?) husband has a girlfriend he loves, he’s fucking her raw, and he’s trying to have a child with her? There’s no way this is going to end well for your marriage.

You were anxious about what this meant for your future with him. Because if the test came back positive, it meant you probably would take a backseat. That she would become the primary lover in his life. That the baby is going to be the focus. How could you compete with that?

And, as if on cue, your cock was getting hard thinking about it. Becoming second a woman, second to the person who was going to give your husband the son he’d been wanting so bad. The thought was overwhelming you. Not with fear this time, but intense desire for it.

You pulled your shorts off and sat down at the desk in the guest room. Hell, you might as well call it your room now. You were stroking your cock, thinking of her moving into your home. Thinking of you permanently moving into the guest room. Thinking of them designing a nursery together. You could feel the load building up. Damn, maybe you really did want this.

”FUCK!“ you heard your husband scream. It caught you off guard that you thought something had just going terribly wrong.

The door to the guest room swung open and there he was with the biggest smile you had ever seen.

”I’m going to be a dad!” He shouted at the top of his lungs. Instantly your body tightened. You stood up instinctively unable to stop the absolutely feeling of having to cum right this second. Your cock was as hard as it has ever been.

The first string of cum oozed out of your cock, dangling off the end. But immediately rope after rope after rope shot out of your cock landing on the desk. These were shots of celebration! Your cock confirmed it: you were ready to become number two to your husband’s girlfriend.

”Jesus Christ, bud,” your husband said to you. “Are you happier about this than I am?”

You laughed at looked down at the mess you had made. “I guess so! Come here and give me a hug. I’m so happy for you.”

Your husband came over and wrapped his arms around you. Kissing you intensely on your lips. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I’ve never been happier.”

“Now go back to your girlfriend. She needs you.”

”She really does. But before I go, can you open the top drawer of the desk?” You slid it open and inside was a jewelry box. You pulled it out and opened it up. Inside was a beautiful ring with a glistening, shining diamond.

”Babe, is this….”

”Listen, we can talk more about this later. But I really need to go talk to my girlfriend.” He walked out of the room and down the hall. You heard her voice, “Yes! YES! YES I WILL!”

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The ability to retrain and restore your brain to it's natural heterosexual "setting" IS possible and can be done through multiple forms of corrective conversion therapy. 

Contrary to popular belief, reparative therapy is not harmful. That's why it's called reparative, because it allows for repressed heterosexual urges to be restored. At it's core, this type of therapy isn't even about religion, but the natural, primal instincts of men and women that cannot be denied. 

What IS harmful, is the ideology that our youth are being exposed to. I was fortunate enough to partake in conversion therapy as a teenager in the early 2000s before it became criminalized through the law and the media. These sessions opened me up to the feelings I had been repressing because of my confusion and HOCD. Working through this allowed me to become the man, husband, and father I am today. 

For any who are interested, here are a few tips to begin the process of living your heterosexual truth:

- Speak with a licensed therapist about HOCD

- Getting a diagnosis for HOCD will allow you to complete exposure therapy, which will help manage symptoms. 

- Masturbation. Masturbation. Masturbation. Watching straight porn as much as you can on a daily basis and ejaculating is the best way to start retraining your brain. For some, it may take some easing into. I would also suggest meditating before and after masturbation sessions, while specifically focusing on the opposite sex. Meditation can also be done while straight porn is playing in the background, to simulate an EMDR session. 

- For gay men: use toys that feel like a real vagina. Once your brain (and penis) have been trained to respond to heterosexual porn, fleshlights and other toys can make the experience even better and more realistic. 

- I do not promote doing drugs, but some have found that being under the influence of alcohol, medication, or illicit drugs can help stimulate heterosexual desires and makes meditated masturbation easier to get used to. 

- Hypnotherapy. This may be difficult to find, but some hypnotherapists are still willing to conduct sessions to help with HOCD. 

- The last (and best) step is to have sex with a real live man or woman. However, it is important to start actively retraining your brain with some of the previously listed methods to ensure that you are entirely ready for the experience. 

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Before I met my wife I was very adamant about helping other gay men, as well as lesbians, find their true identities. As someone who had went through corrective (conversion) reparative therapy a few years before, I felt that my experiences were valuable. 

It all began during college when a close friend of mine confided in me that she thought she was a lesbian. At first I tried to be supportive, as not to scare her away or make her feel judged. But as she opened up to me more I began to gently ask her the same questions my conversion therapist had asked me in our first few sessions. I learned a lot about her past; discovering that she had a tumultuous relationship with her father and other men who were close to her in her life. I was shocked when she told me she had never even had sex with a man before. That was when I knew I needed to intervene and help her. 

I wasn't going to be pervy and offer myself as a man to have sex with, I didn't want to ruin our friendship anyway. So for about a year I watched as she continuously made out with girls at parties we would go to and discuss with me details about sex with them after the fact. I began to push her harder, trying to understand more of her past and what was driving her to these urges. 

I want to make note here that not all lesbian or gay people have traumatic upbringings (I'm one of them) that turn them to homosexuality. There are many other factors, especially in todays society where the lgbtq community is being normalized and advertised. More people are believing their sexual fluidity in youth is considered homosexuality. But there is no denying the primal, natural urges between a man and a woman. 

Anyway, one night we got more wasted than usual at a small party we were attending and she confided in me that she was in fact curious about what it would be like to be intimate with a man. This brought me back to how I felt during conversion therapy, and in that moment I realized this was my way in to actually helping her. 

I'll admit, as a young man with alcohol and testosterone raging through his system, I had some inappropriate thoughts in the moment. But I was a gentleman and we only ended up just kissing for a while before we parted ways for the night. The next day we jokingly talked about what happened at the party, but she said she wasn't mad about kissing me. 

This became a regular occurrence, where we would end up making out and even touching each other. She shook it off as if she was just experimenting and having fun, but her body language told the full story. I knew those primal urges were coming to the surface when we were engaging with one another. I wanted to tell her about my experience with reparative therapy, and how I thought I was gay when I was younger, but I didn't want to scare her away or make her think I was crazy or disrespecting her. 

Eventually, we ended up in a situation where we were both slightly intoxicated in my dorm room. Our making out had gone farther than usual and I wanted to show her what sleeping with a man could feel like after all this time. After a while of talking about it, she told me that she was comfortable with trying something more. We started with oral, both giving each other pleasure. When I went down on her, she was already soaked from the makeout session we had, and I knew that her body was giving in to it's natural desires. 

After this, I penetrated her with my fingers slow, to warm her up. She seemed to enjoy it, but chickened out when it came time for me to put my dick inside of her. I understood her nerves and told her we could try another time. And that's exactly what we did. It took about two more times of making out and giving each other oral before she wanted to go all the way. But when we did, it was pretty great for being her first time. I tried to be as gentle and passionate with her as possible, to show her that I cared for her own experience more than mine. I could tell she appreciated that. 

After that night, she avoided me for a few weeks. I was nervous that I had scared her off, wondering if I had made things weird or taken it too far. But eventually she told me that she wanted to try again, and that she was only avoiding me because she was confused about how she felt. In that moment I knew I was getting somewhere, that my patience for her was making a true difference. It was all paying off. 

We had sex consistently after that. As she became more comfortable with penetration, we began trying new positions and getting rough and even more intimate with one another. Sex with her felt so good, and I can't lie, I felt this surge of Alpha male testosterone running through me everytime I looked down and saw my dick training her, satisfying her primal urges. 

She wouldn't admit to me that she was completely heterosexual, which was fine. I understood just how long it would take to fully come to terms with the truth, letting go of societal ideals and deceitful, youthful urges. After a few months, we went our separate ways. She messed around with a few girls here or there, but she graduated college with a long-term boyfriend. We still chat every now and then on Facebook and I'm happy to say that she's engaged to a man and they currently have a baby on the way. 

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Hi Everyone. 

My name is Andrew, and I'm a 36-year-old ex-gay who went through corrective reparative therapy when I was a teenager. I'm new to this website, so not sure who all will read this, but I am looking to share my story and perspective. Today's media has given corrective (they call it conversion) therapy a lousy reputation. I'm hoping I can find others with a similar story as mine and maybe help those questioning whether or not they are actually gay. 

To begin, I began having sexual thoughts about both boys and girls when I was about 13/14 but always seemed to have a preference for boys. In my junior year of high school, I began a secret relationship with an older boy I worked with at the time. We never had full-on penetrative sex but experimented with kissing, hand jobs, and oral multiple times. Being a teenager, I was not very careful about PDA - and one day my neighbor (who was a close friend to my mom) saw me and this boy holding hands and kissing outside of the gas station I worked at. Needless to say, she ended up telling my mom and dad, who sat me down to question me. 

My parents who were very religious and conservative in nature were not pleased about my confession that I thought I was gay. A few weeks later, they had me set up to do "therapy" with one of the members of our church who studied psychology and offered to counsel to many of the members. What I didn't know, was that this wasn't ordinary therapy, which is why I agreed to go to therapy sessions as a way to appease my parents until I could graduate and move out on my own. 

The first few therapy sessions with (we'll call him John) were very standard counseling sessions that he conducted out of his home. He asked me the typical questions of how I knew I was gay, what kind of sexual urges I was having, and if I had any past trauma that might have sparked these homosexual urges. I want to note that I had a very normal childhood with no real traumatic events but just felt that being gay was a part of who I was at the time. 

After a few weeks of normal sessions, John began to perform EMDR techniques on me. I would basically meditate until I was fully relaxed (almost to the point of sleep) and he would ask me questions. While I was in the trance, John would play different sounds (from what I recall they were moans and other sexual noises from porn movies I'm assuming) and would ask me to think about myself with a woman, whether a real-life girl or a celebrity I found cute. The first time, nothing really happened as I tried to picture myself with a girl. But the second time, when I was woken up, I was hard as a rock and even felt a bit of pre-cum in my underwear. That was the very first time I had ever had an erection from thinking of a girl. I felt embarrassed that this happened in front of my therapist and started to feel confused about how I could be ejaculating to these images in my mind. As we continued with the EMDR each session, they became more and more intense, as I started to get more and more comfortable with the images in my mind. 

I told my therapist that I was still having a difficult time understanding exactly how sex with a woman would happen, as I had only experimented with the boy from my job. He then asked me if I would be comfortable watching heterosexual porn movies and I told him yes. After shortened EMDR sessions, which would get me hard and ready to masturbate, he would leave me alone in his office and turn on a different porn movie each time. Although he left me to my privacy, he asked that I cleaned up with a tissue and showed him that I had ejaculated after each session. I began to jerk off and cum each session, watching real men and women have sex on the TV in front of me. At this point, I couldn't deny how good it was starting to feel, and that I was curious about having sex with a woman in real life. 

John instructed me to take some of the movies home to masturbate to after school and in my free time. He wanted me to watch these movies at least once every day, stating that it would help train and stimulate my brain to get in touch with the masculine heterosexuality that he thought I was repressing. I followed his instructions and masturbated even more frequently than I ever had. He also provided me with a few toys to help stimulate a real vagina until I was ready to feel the real thing. 

I'll be honest, I felt hypnotized at first. I wondered if the EMDR and masturbation exercise were just repressing the gay feelings. But as I continued with his instructions over the course of several months, I began to feel free of the homosexual feelings. I even told the boy I had been seeing that I didn't want to be romantic with him anymore, and he was in dismay at my change of heart. By the start of my senior year, John told my parents that he felt I was on the right path and no longer needed his help and I agreed. 

Unfortunately, I never experienced sex with a woman until the summer after high school graduation/before college. Obviously, the first time was awkward because neither of us knew what we were doing. But I have been with only women since and I have never looked back. I am currently happily married to my wife of 6 years and we have a kid together!

Anyone had a pussy recently? I picked up a bird last night... Chick off Red Hot Pie (Aussie swinger hookup app). Mid 30s, milf type. Dark hair, plump but not super big, maybe decent hips but smaller waiste. Medium tits (I don't actually care about tits haha).

Chatted for a few weeks, finally agreed to meet for sex. She lives with a mate but she was Home alone I popped over. She knows I'm gay, I've been fully open with my story, I've shared a ton of videos of me rooting chicks and guys so she had seen me in action. She often described feeling disappointed with recent sex so I felt extra pressure but I said let's just enjoy and have fun. We agreed raw pussy was best, she said she was on birth control but didn't want me to cum inside.

So got there, chatted for 10 or so minutes before went into bedroom and I started. Leaned in to kiss, hands in shirt and down pants... Got naked and she lay on her back with me over her kissing her playing with nipples.

At this point my dick is hard... I'm ready... I'll make sure she is too. While kissing while hand down feeling her clit, push one fingertip in and it's wet... Feels like a nice neat pussy, small tight lips, no hair and a pronounced little clit. I'm rubbing and edging one then two fingers in... She's liking it I can tell by the moans and breathing. I slide down and begin to eat her... slowly but focussing on her clit with my tongue... Pressing hard and my moustache and nose pressing over top of her clit. I start fingering her with two fingers and it's not long till she cum, intense moans and body shakes and super wet... My tongue is exhausted so I'm relieved... I'm hard as rock here.

Now the work is done...I got her to cum... my turn...I sit up and look at her while I'm still between her legs ready for missionary. I know she wants me to push in... I hold real eye contact, spit on my dick lube him up and push in the tip but also slap her pussy with my dick...

After a few seconds of teasing with the tip, I unexpected go balls deep... she breathes in heavy...I pull out and I'm back to the tip teasing... Then I start fucking... Nice normal natural strokes, deep... mixing up the tempo, slow fast... Bouts of hard rapid fucking and slow sensual strokes. She's responding to a fast hard pace which makes her cum... Definitely felt that she didn't fake that.... Did this for about 10 min before I flipped her into doggy. I shine here, pussy feels so deep in o Doggy and it's easy for me to control my pace. Clearly feeling my balls slap as I'm now just using her as a flesh light. She's enjoying herself and got her to cum here.

From this, it's an hour or so of fucking mish and doggy... But I use her how I need. It's also fun, we laughing at silly things and things feel good.

But I'm getting ready to cum...I decide I'm going to go doggy but pull out and shoot up her back... But I ask where she wants it and she said inside... I took that cue and ran with it... Railed till I exploded in her... To be honest don't even know if she cum again as this was all about me I didn't notice.

I have a trick with good sex where I can cum, keep fucking and almost chase a second load... about 2 Minutes later of heavy rapid fucking I unload inside for the second time. I just got my own sloppy seconds.. it's wet and frothy.

pull out... I'm soaked in sweat, chest hair shining in the light. She's happy I'm happy. I don't question cumming in her as she said to which was a nice bonus.

We chat afterwards, she said she cum 3 times. I definitely felt the two. Great sex. I fuck guys well but pussy is always best. It's primal. She tells me I fuck better then most guys... I'm happy.

Planning MMF in the next few weeks... But we both needed that.

Legit Story, this is generally how I enjoy fucking. Here's a picture from a few months ago in the mirror from a tinder date....

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