I've read a lot of stories about a straight man turned gay. In most of them, it's obvious that the 'straight' guy was always gay in the first place. But that's not my story. Mine is about the fact that I was convinced I was straight. 100% straight. Until my friend intentionally turned me into a cocksucking faggot. Over the course of a few years. And he admitted to purposely orchestrating every step of this story.
It all started when I was 25 years old. I was enjoying my youth. I fucked a lot of women. Every weekend, I went home with a different woman. Not all tens, but I wasn't too picky. I loved going down on women. I loved the first time I slid my cock into their pussies and heard them moan. I loved women.
At the time, I had a great job making six figures. I lived with two of my college buddies, Shawn and Brian. Shawn was one of those serial monogamists. Since I'd know him, he was always in a serious relationship. He jumped from one to the next. And I was glad for it. Every girl who met Shawn fell in love with him. He was tall, muscular, and had deep eyes. He was what they called 'marriage material.' I hated bringing girls around him because they'd always fall in love immediately. I knew I'd be so jealous if he was ever single and moving in on my turf.
Brian, on the other hand, was a partier. He was like me. He slept with just about any girl and played a good wingman. And it helped that I was better looking. He was the perpetual bachelor. Never wanting to settle down.
So it shocked us all when he got a girlfriend. He was "in love." Or at least pussy-whipped. And he slept over her place most nights of the week. I'd lost my wingman. And it became a lot harder to go to the bars and pick up chicks.
Around the same time, Shawn broke up with his girlfriend. They'd broken up a few times before and always got back together in a day or two, so I didn't think much of it. Until he asked me to go to the bar to pick up chicks.
It wasn't like him at all, but I was in desperate need of a wingman, so I consented.
Shawn wasn't like Brian. Whereas Brian would set me up to talk about myself, Shawn would only talk about himself and his recent breakup. And the girls were eating it up. I couldn't talk to anyone. Even the hottest girls in the bar were all over him.
I got angry and bored, so I got wasted. Two girls came back with us, and I was at least grateful he got one for me. But it became apparent that they were both interested in him. So I got pissed and went to bed.
I lay in bed and couldn't sleep. I heard moaning through our paper-thin walls. I grabbed my headphones, pulled out my computer, and put some porn on. After a few minutes of jacking off, I was really fucking horny. And I don't know why, but I got curious. I turned the volume off with my headphones still in and listened to Shawn fucking the girls. I heard one moan, "Oh, Shawn!" and I started cumming immediately.
I was embarrassed and jealous. I went right to bed.
The next morning, the girls were gone. Not wanting to seem jealous, I immediately slapped Shawn high-five. He just laughed. I secretly wanted details, but he just laughed.
Life went back to normal after that, but every weekend he brought at least one ten back to the house. I started masturbating to their moans every time. I still put the porn and headphones on because it made me feel better for some reason, but the truth is I was not even watching the porn. I was imagining what was happening over there.
On my end, I was striking out at the bar every time. The girls were always more interested in him than me, and I was getting in my head a lot. Plus, I was drinking a lot more to try to be more confident.
We didn't talk about it at all, but I was feeling jealous.
One day, out of the blue, Shawn asked me, "How far can you shoot a load?"
It wasn't our normal topic of conversation, so I must have looked stunned. He laughed and said, "I was fucking this girl, and she said I could shoot really far. I've never thought of another guy blowing his load, so I don't know what's far."
I laughed uncomfortably. "I don't know, a foot?" I replied.
"No way," he said. "I bet you can do way farther. It's all about technique. Sometimes, before I get in the shower, when I'm ass-naked, I jack off on the toilet and hit the opposing wall. It's sexy as shit and good training. Girls love it. I bet you'd get laid more if you could shoot far. Plus, you can watch your naked in the mirror on the door."
Ouch. I felt his subtle sting about me not getting laid lately. But there was no way he hit the opposing wall. It was so far. I had to call him out.
"Bullshit. That wall's like three feet away. There's no way you hit it."
He laughed. "Yeah, man," he smiled as he beckoned me toward the bathroom. He sat on the toilet in his boxers and lifted up his shirt and pretended to jack off. I looked at his abs. They were so much more defined than mine.
"I jack off here and watch myself in that mirror," he said, pointing to the mirror next to us. "And then I hit this wall. Try it. I bet you can do it."
I laughed and replied, "If you can, I know I can."
For the next week, I tried every day, but never came close.
After a shower one day, he came around the corner and asked, "You just jacked off, didn't you?"
I felt slightly embarrassed. I don't know why, but I did. I just raised my eyebrows.
"So, have you hid the wall yet?"
I shook my head sheepishly.
"Technique, man," he shot back. You gotta edge until you're horny as fuck. Then not jack when you're blowing. Just let it blow and do one jack each time the shot stops." He paused for a moment and added, "It also helps if your prostate is stimulated."
I started laughing. "You finger your ass?"
He smirked. "I don't, but girls love to. It makes my shot fire like a cannon."
I just laughed off the conversation and let it go. Though I'll admit I still jacked off trying to hit the wall every day.
About a week later, our friends were planning a trip to a cabin for a night. Five guys and five girls. Brian and his new girlfriend would be there, as would Liz, my old crush from college.
It was a pretty normal night. Some beer pong and flip cup. We all got pretty wasted. By 3am, people started coupling off, which just left me, Shawn, Liz, and our friend Jen. Shawn and Liz were seemed flirty, but I figured it was just me being drunk and jealous.
I was starting to get the spins and wanted to go to bed. So I went upstairs to find that all of the private rooms were taken. Only one big room with four beds was free. I figured us four would have to stay here.
A few minutes or few hours later (I'm not sure if I fell asleep or not), I heard a noise. I woke up to some giggling.
"No one's up. Relax," I heard Shawn say. I opened my eyes. I couldn't make much out, but I saw both Liz and Jen sliding their mouths up and down.
Oh my god. I almost gasped. They were both giving Shawn a blowjob. And I was watching it. I could have sworn he saw me and winked, but it was too dark to make out.
I couldn't believed he'd do this. He knew I had a crush on Liz. And both of them?
Shawn was moaning loudly and saying things like, "That's it. All the way down." I masturbated furiously as I listened. I was so jealous. I came all over myself as I listened to Shawn blow his load.
I couldn't sleep the rest of the night.
I couldn't even look at him the next day. He told Brian we all just fell asleep around 3, but I knew what happened.
When we got home, Brian went to his girlfriend's, and Shawn and I were watching TV when he asked if I wanted to watch porn.
It wasn't the kind of thing we did together, so I wasn't exactly for it. Plus, I couldn't stand him right then.
He looked at me, and said, "Dude, we're 25. We aren't married yet. When are we ever going to get to watch porn on a Sunday afternoon again?"
I smiled at his logic but had no interest in engaging him. "Whatever."
He jumped up and grabbed a movie from his room. He put it in and sat back down with his legs spread wide.
"What was the best blowjob you've ever had?" he asked.
I looked at him strangely.
"Well, recently, I had an amazing blowjob. Well, two. Two chicks I'd never expect went down on me together. And one of them was a freak. You'd never expect it in her. She sucked my dick dry."
I glared into his eyes. I knew what he was doing. I started to get pissed. I just said nothing.
He looked back at me. "Like that chick." He pointed to the TV. "She knows how to suck a dick."
We were silent for the next half hour as we watched the film. Then he suddenly started rapidly rubbing his crotch and yelled, "Fuck, I gotta blow a load," and ran to the bathroom.
After 10 minutes, he yelled to me as he stood in the bathroom doorway. "Check this out."
I walked over and saw a huge load plastered on the wall opposite the toilet. "That's disgusting," I yelled. "Clean it up!"
But, between watching the porn and seeing that load, I went straight to my room and beat off.
The next few days, I kept coming home from work to Shawn watching porn in the living room. He would just sit there with a video on. He said it was about reclaiming our masculinity. That his girlfriends never liked when he watched porn. So it was just about being his own man.
At first, I was a little weirded out by watching porn with another guy. But after a week or so, it just started feeling normal. Even Brian thought it was awesome the few nights he still spent at home. It just became the new normal. We always had porn on now.
The next weekend, Shawn and I went to the local bar just like usual. Girls were hitting on him left and right, but he seemed pretty unfazed by it. He wasn't going after the hottest girls in the bar like usual. This time, he seemed more interested in just hanging out and talking. It was nice, to be honest. Ever since Brian had basically moved out and Shawn had gotten blowjob from Liz, I'd been feeling pretty disconnected and alone from everyone.
So, as much as I still hated Shawn for hooking up with Liz, I decided that maybe he didn't mean to hurt me. Maybe he was just blowing off some steam from his recent breakup. And it was nice to just hang out again and be normal.
He must have been reading my mind. "Listen, I know you saw us."
I looked up from my beer a little puzzled. "What?"
"Liz and Jen and me. I know you saw us. We were so drunk. And Liz admitted that she always had a thing for me. And I don't know. It just happened. And I know you used to have feelings for her. But you never dated, and I was drunk. I just thought it was okay. I'm sorry if it bothered you."
I was shocked to hear his apology. It was true that we really hadn't ever dated. I started to see how irrational my own anger was.
"It's okay. I – well, I didn't really see," I started to stutter.
He laughed. "Do you want to get out of here and just have a guy's night?"
