I Became a Coc Sucing Fag

I became a cock sucking fag pt. 16.

Over the next week, my text conversations with Christian continued. Most of our conversations revolved around our work, likes and dislikes, interests, passions, and hobbies. But we hadn't crossed the line of asking who we had or were currently dating. I didn't want to be forward and ask him if he was gay, but I was also very curious.

Most of our conversations seemed benign and were, in essence, getting to know one another. But, at times, I felt we were about to breach the discussion of relationships or sexuality, but then I think we both refrained. Perhaps he was just as concerned or scared to ask me as I was to ask him. I took comfort in knowing he was still texting me and we were communicating. Accepting that I was becoming more interested in him was very sensual and warming. Although I hadn't seen him since I was at the E.R., I could still imagine what he looked like and how he smiled.

It was wild for me to experience just how giddy he made me feel inside. Every text from him made me excited to receive it--something I never had before with a man. I was attracted to John; sure, I was. But I think a lot of that attraction was because I knew he was gay. I knew he had led that different lifestyle. As much as I was interested in him, looking back now, I have no doubt my attraction and desire for something between was because he was gay, and I wanted dick. I wanted that experience. I needed to feel what it was like to kiss a man. To feel his cock between his legs and to be in that form of a relationship.

If John had been single and we would have started dating, I don't know if it would have played out the way it did. Compared to what I was feeling about my developing interest in Christian. As I said in my previous story, I got nervous and giddy when I met him. Now that we had been texting more and more and getting to know one another, my desire to see him again increased. And I had to know.

Mustering the courage one night, I finally decided it was time to ask, so I wrote, "I don't think I ever asked you, are you married? Or dating anyone? Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend?"

It seemed like an eternity as I awaited his response. I could see the words "typing" on my screen as I looked at the chain of text messages between us. Finally, it arrived. He wrote, "Nope, never married. I am not dating anyone right now, but I am gay, just so you know. What about you?"

My heart leapt reading that. I genuinely believe I read it three or four times to ensure I understood it correctly. But then, a big load of anxiety hit me. How do I answer this? I knew I wasn't completely gay, but I was heading that way. But I also wasn't straight either. I mean, I had slept with a lot of women, but I had just spent 6 months sucking dick and getting fucked. So... how do I answer that?

After a few minutes of contemplating, I figured the best way I could answer it was to write, "I consider myself Bi-Sexual, but I lean more toward men than women. I am a late bloomer when it comes to homosexuality, but I think I like it better."

I immediately followed up with, "So, men, more than anything."

Christian and I continued the texting that night, briefly discussing our sexuality more, not in the sense of names or how many lovers we've had, but just further accepting, and perhaps admitting, who we were and what we both liked. But now it was time for the big question.

I swallowed my fear and wrote, "I have enjoyed talking to you and getting to know you more. I'd love to see you again; maybe we can meet for dinner one night soon."

His reply, rather quickly this time was, "I'd love that."

We set plans in motion, and a few days later, we met for dinner halfway between us at one of those trendy chain restaurants. I was so nervous yet so excited to see him. After we sat and began talking, eating, and having a good time together, the nervousness started to wear off. I felt we had a wonderful time and I was even more comfortable around him. By the end of that first date, I was more confident in my attraction toward him and, indeed, more attracted to him than I had been before. Date one led to date two, then date three. But by date 4, I knew there would be something between us.

Our text messaging increased between our meetings. The things we talked about exposed ourselves more and intensified, and before long, he asked me when we could meet again. We planned our fourth date and met for a nice dinner. This is when I believed we both fell for each other. Throughout that evening, the fears and apprehensions were gone, and all those uncomfortable - first-date - concerns had passed. We had a few weeks of talking, and now we were more relaxed and friendly, and I have no doubt we were surely more interested in each other.

When we finished eating, I didn't want the night to end. We ate at a restaurant along the boardwalk by the Ocean, and I suggested we walk the pier and hang out a bit. Christian was willing to do that, and as we walked and talked, the sun began setting. I realize you all might be thinking how convenient it is that you dined by the ocean, were walking a pier, and the sun was setting. But I assure you when I say he planned this meeting, and even though I had suggested the walk, the rest was his doing.

When we reached the end of the pier, we stood leaning up against the railing, taking and enjoying looking out at the water. His right hand rested next to mine when I felt his pinky touch my pinky. It wasn't long after our fingers touched, and we held hands. As we were heading back to the parking lot, I stopped under a lightly lit, 10-foot lamp next to a bench. I leaned my back against the wooden rail and pulled Christian towards me. It was something like a movie, and I know I sounded facetious in saying that, but we held face-to-face for a few seconds. The only sounds were the people out on the pier in the distance and the waves rolling up on shore. He edged in closer, and we had our first kiss.

I was excited by it but also panicked, considering he was the first man I had ever kissed in public. We weren't the first men to kiss on a pier, but it was a first for me. Christian's kiss was so soft, deep, and tantalizing. As much as his mouth was slightly bigger than mine, his lips felt as if they had encompassed my whole mouth. We stood tightly pinned as this first kiss was lengthy and slow. Yet erotic and passionate. After we broke from our kiss, he smiled so big and brightly at me as I whispered, "I have wanted to do that for so long now."

We walked hand in hand back to the parking lot, basking in the warmth of both of us realizing we were interested in each other and having had our first kiss.

Christian had parked closer to the entrance than I had, but our cars were in the far south aisle, backed up against a wooden nature preserve.

"Do you want a ride to your car?" He asked me.

"No," I replied. "I'm just about 20 spaces down,"

Christian spoke again, "Are you sure I can't give you a ride there? Or maybe you can sit a few before leaving."

It suddenly dawned on me that he wasn't offering me a ride to my car but for a chance to be alone with him.

"Sure," I replied. "We could sit for a while, and then you can drive me down."

The tension inside the car could have been cut with a knife. We were alone; we were clearly interested in each other, and we had just kissed minutes ago. Yet here we sat, alone in the darkness of this crowded parking lot, passing small talk, but both knowing a deeper, longer kiss was coming. I leaned over to Christian and put my lips to his; he smiled at me before he closed his eyes and his mouth parted. We kissed deep and long, and I wanted this more than I could have ever imagined. I started thinking that some weeks back, I didn't even know him, but by some chance or fate, I met him and developed into us kissing inside his car.

As our kissing deepened and our lust developed, I wanted him more than I could have imagined. I was rock hard, deep in my pants, and I wanted his dick in my mouth. I was so tuned in and so aroused, yet I didn't want this to seem like I was just there to get or even get a blow job. I wanted it to be more than that.

Lord knows I had sucked John's dick several times in dark parking lots, but that was because I wanted the experience, and he wanted to head. But now, here I was with someone I was very interested in, and I didn't want to make this feel like a booty call. Before I could get more in tune with my thoughts, I felt his hand rest on my left thigh, just above my knee. The more he moved it up and down and showed me more affection and interest, the more I let my hands explore his body, chest, and face.

The more comfortable we got, the more turned on we got, and the more I tried to picture what his dick looked like, while the harder I got. I wanted this, but was I ready for our first time to be in a crowded parking lot, or should I suggest we take this back to my place?

I hadn't even finished my thoughts when I felt his hand slide up my leg and to my crotch. I about chirped because I was so hard, so ready, and it was so unexpected that he had made the first move.

"Are you sure we want to do this here?" I asked him just as we pulled from our kiss.

"He shrugged his shoulder and replied, "Why not? We're here, aren't we?"

I tilted my head, nodding yes while pouting my lips in agreement. As we came together again to kiss more, Christian's hand started fumbling with my belt buckle. When he opened it, he unbuttoned my dress pants, sliding the zipper down. With some speed and aggression, he slid his hand into my pants over my underwear, rubbing up and down over my hand dick. I was so ready for him to pull it out and suck on it, and honestly, it would have been the first time a man had sucked me first. Because even with John, I was constantly sucking him off before he sucked me off, so this was all new, wild, and adventurous for me.

Christian pulled my underwear away from my skin, and as he did, my hard dick popped free, sticking upright as his hand wandered up and down over my shaft before he grabbed a firm hold of my dick. He pulled from our kiss, looked around, bent himself over at the waist, edged over his center armrest, and slid my dick right into his mouth.

His warm, wet, deep, wide mouth took every inch in, and I groaned in pleasure as his mouth slid all the way up and all the way down my dick. I was incredibly sensual to have his mouth sliding up and down my dick, and I felt - so far - he had the best suction and depth of any male-to-male blow job I had ever received. Even better than the trans girls.

"Oh my god, Christian," rolled from my lips time after time as he continued sucking my hard dick right there in the front seat of his car. His speed and depth were incredible, and I don't know exactly what he was doing with his tongue, but when he hit the tip, he sent shivers down my loins every time.

Minutes into it, I felt I wanted to cum. I kept groaning out. My hands were on the back of his head, and I realized I wouldn't have lasted another minute the way he was going.

"I want your dick." Flew from my mouth.

"I want to suck your dick," Followed.

Christian pulled from giving my head, still holding my hard, slippery, wet dick in his hand as he came up face-to-face with me and kissed me deeply. He leaned back into his chair and started to unbuckle his pants as I shifted my hips, leaning onto my left leg. My hands were trying to help him get his pants open, as his hands were fighting with his button and zipper.

When he opened them, he lifted his ass off of the seat, edged his pants down, pulled his underwear away from his skin, and his hard dick popped free. His dick was long, thin shafted with a nice mushroom head, making it just slightly longer than mine. He had a small patch of hair at the top, but the rest appeared shaved. He edged his underwear down without fear, apprehension, or even concern. I dipped my head and just slid his cock deep into my mouth. He whimpered aloud, letting out this loud, girlish chirp as I took it all the way down into the back of my throat.

He was just as hard and aroused as I was, and I suddenly realized how much I had missed sucking dick after John and I split. The thicker head on his dick made it an interesting feeling every time it came to the top of my mouth, only to be rammed down by my motion, sliding along the slightly thinner shaft. It almost gagged me a couple of times, but I loved the fact that it did.

Christian's hands came to rest on the back of my head, stopping my motion as he whispered, "Someone's walking by."

I froze in place, with his hard dick buried in my mouth, until he whispered, "They're out of sight, and I started bobbing up and down again.

I couldn't get enough. I just kept ramming his dick deep into the back of my throat, back up to my lips, and all the way back down again, making those unmistakable slurping-sucking sounds we all know while getting or giving a blow job.

I was in absolute heaven. I was so interested in him. I fantasized about him, and now here we were, sucking each other, and I wanted his cum. I wanted to make him scream my name as he shot his load into my throat, and I wanted to be doing the same to him as I was shooting mine.

Minute after minute went by, and I realized he had surely outlasted anything John and I had ever done, so I enjoyed that I had to work harder and longer to get him off. Just when I thought he was going to cum, he pulled my face up from his dick and kissed me.

"My turn." He spoke out as he guided me back into my seat.

His body flipped up onto his knees, and he leaned over that armrest, putting my dick deep into his mouth again. This time, there was no holding back. This time I was going to cum first, cum hard, and let him get me off first, instead of the way I was used to.

Within minutes I was moaning out that I was going to cum. And the more I moaned it out, the faster, deeper, and harder Christian sucked me. My legs were starting to shake, and I could feel the explosion coming quickly when I finally groaned out for good, "I'm cumming!"

As fast as I got the words out, I started shooting my cum, deep into his mouth. Christian just kept going, taking every drop down and sliding my stiff shaft in and out for about 30 seconds more, long after I finished, to make sure he got every single drop,

When he slid my dick from his mouth, he said, "Wow. That was a lot."

He smiled at me as he pulled me back towards him, forcing my head down between his legs. I got so excited. He was being forceful and aggressive, and without resistance, I slid his cock back into my mouth and just started sucking his dick as hard and as deep as I could. The feeling, sensations, and visions of it between my lips made me realize it's what I should have always been doing. Where I should have been for a good portion of my life, giving blow jobs to men and getting my dick sucked in return. I never felt so sexual, aroused, or even felt as fulfilled as I had once I started sucking dick. As taboo, unnatural, uneasy, or unliked as it may be by social norms, I was liberated by it. And I never felt as close to being feminine, loving, and erotic as I do when a cock is in my mouth.

It was not long until I felt Christian's body begin to quiver, and his breathing got heavier, and I knew he was about to cum. I dove harder, faster and deeper, while he whipped out softly. In my mind, I was begging for him to cum, and to release. To let me know in that special way that I had completed the job. I had done it well. Done it correctly, and my reward for being a good cock sucking boyfriend was a mouthful of cum. I bobbed and sucked hard until I heard, "Tim," and felt him start shooting his warm, wet, sticky cum into my mouth, and I got so excited that I was moaning "Umm Humm. Umm Hmm," along with him as I felt squirt after squirt hitting my tongue.

When he finally finished, I let his dick sit in my warm mouth until he came down from his orgasm. He lifted me face to face with him. We had a closed-lip kiss, and he thanked me for doing that. I thanked him back.

I believe we both knew at that moment that in the days and weeks before this, we wanted each other, and we surely wanted to be sucking each other's dicks.

I hoped this wasn't a one-night stand and things would go further between us. What I didn't realize at the time, or even a few weeks into this, was that; we were both very interested in giving head, both very interested in anal sex, and both of us ended up being very interested in each other. To the point that about one year into our relationship, I came out to everyone I knew as gay. I started taking Christian to every family party and every friend gathering, and we eventually began living with each other. I couldn't even tell you how many times in those first few months I had his dick in my mouth and how many times mine was in his. But I guarantee you, it was more than I could even count.

I will tell you about our first anal experience in the next chapter, but be forewarned is not what you might expect, and it was after weeks of us sucking each other off. I suddenly realized not only was I a fucking cock sucker, I was a fucking sissy fag who liked being fucked in the ass just as much as I enjoy fucking him in the ass. Truth be told, I wish he had two dicks, so I could suck them both or be sucking one while the other was fucking me.

There is no doubt that this transformation took years. It was a slow, long process, but in the end, there is nowhere else I'd rather be in the world than down on my knees in front of him, sucking his long hard dick, while mine is sticking up rock hard, waiting to get sucked itself. I've long accepted that now.

To all the women I fucked before, if you ever happen to read this tale and realize it's me, please believe me, all of you were fabulous in your own little ways, but I will tell you that I never want to see a pussy again. It's dick. And only dick from here on out. I have genuinely become a fucking cock sucker. And I wouldn't have it any other way.