When was the first time I realized that I was a faggot? Sitting in my living room with a glass of wine, I thought about my youth. I had always assumed that I was a heterosexual man and never considered the alternative. Up until my eighteenth year I dated girls but actually never went further than a few kisses. Still I never ever thought about sex with men. But then again, there were signs. For instance when I attended school, my eyes always wandered to the guy's package. I imagined myself touching the guy's cock. Of course I stopped my daydream and tried to picture a girl.
My first actual gay encounter occurred during one Saturday afternoon. I was bored and all my friends were unavailable so I decided to go see a movie. The closest theater was downtown in the seedier part of town. I bought my ticket and entered. It was almost empty probably because it was the afternoon and because the movies being shown were older. I sat down in the aisle seat and focused on the movie. I had seen this movie a few years back but that was okay since I just needed to be alone with myself. About halfway through, an older man stood in the aisle directly next to me. His zippered pants were at eye level with me. He turned to face me and whispered that I should pull down his zipper to get to his cock. At that moment I should have stood up and changed my seat but I didn't. Rather I turned to face his zipper.
"Use your teeth to pull down the zipper faggot and don't waste time." I had never been called a faggot but for some strange reason, his calling me a faggot got my juices stirring. My teeth went straight to the top of the zipper and using my teeth, the zipper began to be lowered until it reached the bottom. "Good job cocksucker, now unbuckle my pants, pull them down and lower my underwear." Once again I followed his instructions. His hard cock popped out and hit me in the face. "Start sucking faggot and be careful not to rub your teeth on my cock." I wrapped my hands around his ass and took his cock into my mouth. I slowly sucked his cock and used my tongue for lubrication. As I sucked, he held the back of my head and pushed my head so that that my throat was stuffed all the way with his cock. My tongue lubricated his cock as my lips travelled the length of his hard cock. I fondled his balls and spread his butt cheeks as my fingers went deep in his asshole.
"Eat my ass faggot." He turned around so that his ass faced my mouth. I knew what to do as if I had done this before which I hadn't. I spread his butt cheeks wide and tongued his asshole. The aroma was intoxicating as my tongue pumped his ass. It was like my tongue was a cock and I was using it to fuck his ass. After a few minutes he turned around and stuffed his cock once again in my throat. "Get ready for cum, cocksucker. All of a sudden he exploded his cum in my mouth. I did my best to swallow every drop but some cum dribbled down my chin.
"Now clean me up and I mean get every drop of my cum with your tongue." I immediately began licking his cock and balls so that there was no residue of his cum on his body. As I looked up at his face, he lifted my head with his hand, pushed my head back, and proceeded to slap my face several times. "I own your mouth cocksucker. You are a cum slut whore!"
"Yes sir, I am a cum slut whore. You own my mouth sir."
"listen up faggot, I will soon own you ass. Follow me. I am taking you to a private room in the theater. I take all my faggots there." Without a second thought, I got up and proceeded to follow him to a secluded alcove located at one side of the theater. I assume that in its heyday, it was used as a lounge and smoking room. The room was fairly large and contained a long sofa and two recliners on either side. Since there were relatively few patrons in the theater, privacy was essentially guaranteed. We entered the alcove and the man ordered me to strip completely and position myself on one of the recliners on my back. He stripped himself naked and positioned himself by lifting my legs above his shoulders. His hard cock slowly entered my asshole. I felt both pain and pleasure as his cock entered more and more into my hole.
"You are being bred by me and you can now call me daddy or sir because I now own your ass. Before I finish fucking you, do you accept me as your dominant daddy"
"Yes sir, I totally accept you as my daddy. Please fuck me!" What was I doing? What was I saying? Was I really gay? Anyway I couldn't help myself. I felt happy to being dominated by this stranger. Enough thinking since he was pounding away at my man pussy. I felt like a whore being violated and dominated. My hands reached out to his nipples as he fucked me. All of a sudden, he came in buckets of cum which I readily accepted into my body. After of few minutes of this, he got off of me and told me to get dressed. I did so as he also did.
"You did good today faggot. I believe you when you said that this was your first time. Now listen up cocksucker, I will be here every Saturday afternoon so plan on being here. Now I need to go home to my wife." He reached over and grabbed my cock through my pants. And this was my first time with a man and I truly enjoyed the experience. I went home and jerked off thinking of what happened at the theater.
Although I visited the movie theater every week for several weeks, I was still in denial concerning my sexuality. Each time I thought about not showing up, I changed my mind and showed up to be dominated by this man whom I did not even know his name. I referred to him as daddy or sir. I became an insatiable sex machine. After a while, fucking and sucking one man seemed not to be enough and so I asked daddy to solicit anyone in the theater to have sex with me. He was more than happy to comply. In fact, one time he arranged a gang bang with several older men who used and abused my mouth and ass. I became a slave to sex.