Curing My Homophobia (part 1)
I was a homophobic son of a fire-and-brimstone preacher, but one day a chance encounter changed everthing! I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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I'm Jeff, a pretty typical guy in my mid-twenties. I'm surprised I turned out so normal, with a fire-and-brimstone preacher for a father. I grew to ignore his tirades about sin, although he did leave me with a genuine bias against homosexuals. I dated girls, but never quite got enough action, so I jacked off a lot. My father would scorn my "self abuse", but he's not the one who is horny!
I must admit to a little curiousity about sex with guys, and from time to time wondered what it would be like to get blown by a guy. I knew from my experience with girls that it felt wonderful, but they usually didn't like doing it.
My outlook was about to change when one day I stopped in a public restroom to take a dump. I sat down in a stall and noticed that someone had cut a hole in the wooden wall – probably some pervert who liked to watch other guys go.
I ignored it and focused on my business when I heard someone enter the stall next to me. Curiosity got the best of me and I glanced through the hole and saw that he was fully hard and stroking his cock! It was wrong for me to watch, but I just couldn't help it and soon I was getting hard as well! I had no idea why I was getting aroused, but it was happening just the same.
Suddenly the guy stood up and stuck his cock through the hole! I was completely surprised, but incredibly curious about the hard cock just inches from my face.
I wrapped my hand around it and gently stroked, having never touched another guy's cock before. I liked the way it felt, but was interrupted when the guy said, "Suck it."
I was stunned. I was no cocksucker! Sure, I was handling his cock, but that was just out of curiosity. Without thinking, I found my mouth drawing near the cock head, but stopped myself.
Did I really want to be a cocksucker? This wasn't something that could ever be undone, so I better be careful.
My desire overcame my fears and I opened my mouth and took his cock in. I was surprised at how good it felt – like it really belonged there.
I didn't know what to do, so I just moved my tongue around and sucked, and soon found myself stroking my own hard cock.
"Damn that's good!" the guy said, "I'm getting close."
I knew he would be cumming soon and that I should pull back, but I just couldn't. Soon I felt his cock enlarge just a bit and then pump squirt after hot squirt of his jizz into my mouth.
It was really strong tasting, unlike anything I had ever experienced, and soon I was cumming, shooting my load all over.
Then came the bad part – I was overcome by a wave of guilt over what I had just done! I began to feel sick and quickly stood up from the toilet and puked my guts out into it. What had I done? I was so ashamed and just wanted to escape!
I wiped my mouth with toilet paper and flushed. I hadn't even begun my dump but didn't feel the need any more. I pulled up my pants and left the stall to wash up. The guy I just blew was waiting there and smiling. "Your first time?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied, "and my last!"
I washed my hands and dried them. He stuck a slip of paper in my shirt pocket and said, "Call me when you are ready for more."
I left as quickly as I could, afraid to make eye contact with anyone I saw – somehow feeling that everyone would know what I just did. I got home and took the slip out of my pocket. It had the name "Mike" and a phone number. I threw it in my wastebasket, sure I would never see him again.
By bedtime the guilt and shame had passed and I found myself thinking about the blowjob I had given. Soon I was hard again and I realized that I actually liked being a cocksucker. I stroked myself and soon came, once again overwhelmed with guilt and shame.
The next day I found myself thinking about the blowjob, and then trying to put it out of my mind, but it kept coming back.
When I got home from work I jacked off again, and once again felt the guilt.
The next day I found myself wanting to give another blowjob, but avoided jacking off so I could continue to enjoy the feeling. When I got home I dumped out my wastebasket and found the slip of paper with Mike's number and called him.
"Hello Mike?" I said.
"This is Mike," he replied.
"I'm the guy you met the other night," I said, "and I'm ready for more."
"Good," Mike said, "My wife just left for work, can you come over now?"
I agreed and he gave me his address. As I drove to Mike's I was excited about what was to come, but a little fearful as well. I knew better than to do this, but I felt such a strong need.
I arrived and Mike welcomed me in. He was about 40 and seemed very normal. "I'm glad you decided to come back for more," he said.
"I'm really nervous about this," I said, "but eager as well."
"You did very well," said Mike, "but it seemed like you had regrets afterward."
"That happens when I cum," I admitted.
"So you got very aroused sucking me," said Mike, "But lost your interest when you came?"
"I felt guilty and ashamed," I admitted, "I didn't want to be a cocksucker."
"But you are a cocksucker," said Mike.
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