Turning Them Gay

***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** Continuing with my objective of good character development and story writing, this story builds to a climax. This story leans heavily into fetishes but keep an open mind. All characters are 18 and over.

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The old Ford truck rolled to a gentle stop in front of the house with the mild screeching of its brakes. The moonlight illuminated Mr. Campbell's yard with its silvery glow.

My heart was pounding. After the wild sex I had with Mike Campbell earlier this morning, I felt awkward meeting his son tonight. In fact, I didn't think I'd even show up, as soon as I had walked home, I thought I'd probably text Tyler and cancel. However, as the sun died on the western horizon, so too did my reluctance. And like some kind of hairless werewolf aroused from its daytime slumber, my dick rose with the moon, hungry for the taste of cock.

Miguel put the truck in park and shifted in his seat to face me. His beautiful brown eyes were locked on mine with a tender expression. "Are you sure you want to do this, Aaron?" Though we both had recently turned eighteen and though we weren't related, he was still the one playing the part of the concerned older brother.

I bit my lower lip, and then responded, "We all have our vices, don't we?"

"You don't have to."

"But I want to, Miguel. That's the problem."

He didn't fight me, "I'm just letting you know." I never underestimate Miguel's ability to sympathize. Though his autism made him act somewhat immature at times, when he needed to, he could be wise and protective. He knows me better than I know myself. If he tried to stop me, I'd only want to do this more. I'd have to learn for myself if it was a mistake.

I nodded and bowed my head slightly, "Thank you for not judging me."

I half expected him to reach over my lap, like he usually does, to open my door for me, but this time he placed his hands gracefully back on the steering wheel. With real sincerity in his soft-spoken voice, he said, "I'd never judge you. I'm always going to be here. You only need to ask."

Again, I nodded, pulling the shiny stainless-steel lever to open my door, it swung open with a muffled squeak.

Miguel turned back to me, ducking slightly so we could maintain eye contact as I stood beside the truck, shutting the door with a metallic clank. "When you're ready to come home, just text me. It won't take me long to get here." Then he gave me a sad smile and turned in his seat to face forward, giving the rickety beast some gas and gradually accelerating it down the street with its distinctive growl of the engine.

I heard the front door of the single-story bungalow open. Tyler stood at the entryway, too embarrassed to come out and greet me. He motioned with his hand for me to 'hurry up'. I did as I was instructed.

As I entered the house I muttered to him, "Don't want to be seen coming out to welcome the town fag?"

He shut the door, locking it. "Not exactly. Just didn't want to be rude and leave my other guest alone."

"Other guest?" My eyes narrowed. Then I heard the clinking of a glass in the kitchen. I turned to peer across the living room and dining room to see one of Tyler's football buddies fixing himself a glass of...ginger ale?

The tall black man drew in a heavy breath and held up a brown glass bottle, "Want a cold one?"

I'm an idiot. Of course, it's beer!

Tyler nudged me with his shoulder in a playful manner, "He's asking if you want a drink, Aaron. Relax, we're not gonna shove you into the school freezer again." Then he stepped forward addressing his friend, "Hey don't drink too many of those or my Dad will realize he's not the only one getting loaded."

"No thanks, Greene," I replied while scratching the back of my neck. I got Tyler's attention and grumbled, "What's Warren Greene doing here? I thought we were hanging out?"

"Slight change of plans," he smirked at me then turned to face his friend. "Warren why do you have to dirty a glass? Just drink from the bottle like the rest of the world!"

Greene turned around after tossing the empty bottle in the trash, then he answered sarcastically, "The rest of the world doesn't share my refined etiquette." He took a rather large gulp of the beer. Warren is the same age as Tyler and I, although, his height and build made him appear like he was in his mid-twenties. I was always attracted to his caramel skin, narrow facial features, and sharply groomed mustache and disconnected goatee. His hair was styled in very short twists, and much like Tyler, he appeared tall and strong but not overbuilt. Warren was proportional in every way, and I couldn't help wondering if his cock was too.

"Alright, let's watch some TV," Tyler said, leading the way downstairs and into the basement.

I followed him, and Warren Greene was behind me. I had my reservations about Warren. He was sexy looking, but the last time I saw him, he was pushing Miguel into a chain link fence and stealing his lunch money. What the hell was I doing here?

The television was already on, displaying scenes of various women giving blowjobs to well-endowed men. Tyler Campbell sat in his favorite spot on the couch and gestured for me to sit beside him. I did as I was instructed.

As Greene took a spot on the opposite side of the sectional couch, laying back on the lounger, I leaned toward Tyler, "Does he know about us?"

He put his lips up to my ear to respond, "He and I sometimes jerk our cocks to porn. He asked if he could come over today, I wanted to let him down easy but eventually I admitted I was hanging out with you. I let something slip about you giving great head, and to my surprise, he still wanted to come over. But I didn't tell him about the other thing you hide."

I instinctually grabbed at the zipper of my hoodie, making sure it was up and secure. "This is crazy!" I muttered under my breath.

"Don't act like you aren't dying to taste his cock."

I shot him an icy glare.

Then his lips stretched into a wide grin as he whispered, "He's got a huge one. You won't be disappointed."

My dick stirred in my pants when he said that. I fucking hate these self-righteous sons of bitches, but you could fuck me sideways if I said I didn't want to swallow Warren's apparently massive member! This is crazy, these assholes bullied Miguel and I all through high school! "It's just dick, and nothing more," I reminded myself, "it's not like I'm marrying them."

Warren's eyes were locked on the screen. He took another huge gulp of beer and then set it on the coffee table. He moved his hand onto his crotch and grabbed himself, waking the slumbering dragon within the blue denim chamber.

Campbell must have observed him too, because I felt his warm hand take mine by the wrist and place it over his own crotch. Like a good boy, I began rubbing his groin.

The women on the screen were choking on dick. Warren bit his lower lip. Tyler was breathing heavier and sinking into the couch as he relaxed his tense muscles. My cock was hardening.

I felt Tyler's dick, it was slightly chubbed, but nowhere near fully hard. I got up from my seat and positioned myself between Campbell's legs, he accepted my position by opening his legs wider so that I could get closer.

Warren's eyes shifted onto me, watching me as I unbuckled Tyler's pants. I peered back at him with heavy eyelids, a sexy glance, I hoped. Greene's expression was hard and focused, he squeezed his crotch.

I pulled down Tyler's pants to his ankles and rested my arms on his thighs, taking his semi-hard meat into my mouth. I was fully aware of my observer and made my best efforts to suck that dick with ferocity. I wanted Warren to desire my mouth. The white cock was stiffening, I could now definitely confirm that in the Campbell household, the son was larger than the father. Not by much, but noticeable.

Tyler took his cock out of my mouth; he cupped his big balls and pushed them onto my open mouth. As I tried desperately to fit one of his massive bull testicles into my mouth, he was tapping his manhood onto my forehead with little audible smacking sounds. Fuck, it drove me wild!

I returned to sucking Tyler's cock, exaggerating my oscillating movements so that I was putting on a real show for the black dragon. I made my slurping sounds louder, hoping to make Warren curious and envious. Indeed, I had his attention. He hasn't turned to look back at the television.

Campbell must have caught up to what I was doing. He chuckled between his labored breathing. He was moaning and huffing and puffing as if it was the air from his lungs that I was vacuuming through his urethra. That sly horndog, he was putting on a show for Warren too! His eyes were closed, and he had a subtle open mouth smile as though he was in utter bliss.

Greene's eyes scanned the whole scene: Campbell's expression of pure ecstasy, his heaving abs as he gulped in air, and the large white cock that disappeared into the twink's little mouth. He was so laser-focused that one could have mistaken his facial expression for pure anger, but I knew it was testosterone that flooded his mind and his eyes. He was like some great beast, aroused and looking for a mate in heat. He wanted to feel that ecstasy, he wanted to be serviced like the way I was swallowing that white dick.

Tyler patted the open seat next to him, inviting his friend to get a blowjob alongside him.

Warren's eyes turned back to mine. And we were locked into each other's gaze. I held Campbell's balls in my grasp, taking a moment to lick from the tip of the dick, down the shaft, and down to the tight wrinkles of the nut sack. Warren was one of the few lucky guys at our high school to have had a girlfriend, there was a rumor he wasn't a virgin anymore after being with her. But that was a few years back, no doubt his cock has been craving the touch of another human. Almost with robot-like movements, he stood from the couch, a large, curved bulge visible between his legs; he sat down next to Tyler and continued grabbing at his crotch while watching me.

With a devilish grin, Campbell motioned for me to stop sucking him and go over to service Warren. He turned to his friend while stroking his cock out in the open, "Best head you've ever had, I guarantee it."

I don't know if I give the best, but the compliment was nice.

Greene's legs were longer than Tyler's, and he opened them wide, like gates into a taboo garden. I began unbuckling his jeans. They were a bit tight, so he stood up, towering over me, and pulling them down. The first glimpse I got of his manhood was watching it dangle directly over me, and I was on my knees, staring up at it like a sinner praying to the heavens.

I stood up on my knees so that all his meat was resting on my face. His cock was at least two inches longer than Tyler's and definitely thicker, thick like Mike's 'daddy dick'. At the end of that huge brown sausage, was a large and bulbous mushroom tip, slightly pink, slightly brown. And dangling behind the massive member was a fat scrotum barely able to support the weight of the giant testicles within...they were like two big kiwi fruits. Larger than the pair of eggs that dangled between Tyler's legs. I hardly have the words to describe how I felt at that moment, I mean, I know the phrase "worshipping cock", but the genitals I buried my face in were impossibly huge! If ever there was male genitalia to rule them all, it was his. And that king-size meat belonged to an eighteen-year-old! Fuck, he's probably got a lot of pent-up sexual frustration, he'll be like a locomotive out of control.

Warren sat down, touching shoulders with Tyler who was beating his own meat to the sight of the two of us.

I slid my face under Greene's cock and did my best to lick and worship his balls, they were far too large to fit in my mouth and all I could do was use my lips to gently massage them. My face was buried so deep that I could smell his natural male scent. Partly it was at least a few hours of sweat in this summer heat. The scent was masculine, and it made my cock ache from the blood pressure. But the scent was also a little sour, the smell of a few drops of urine after each restroom break at work. I felt dirty. I felt like my face was soiled with the body oils on the skin of his genitals, mixed with the urine, and the dew of his sweat...I loved it. Suddenly I felt fluid sliding down from my cheek to my jaw and dribbling under my chin. I touched it with my hand. Warren's cock had let out a massive glob of pre-cum. There was so much of it that if I didn't know better, I would have thought he already busted a load of semen on me. If that large amount was just pre-cum, how big would his actual load be?

I wrapped my lips around the giant mushroom tip, and with some suction, even more precum oozed out. Sweet and gooey. I struggled to open my jaws wide enough to continue fitting more of his manhood in my mouth, but I couldn't, the tight muscles kept forcing my jaw back to a comfortable open size. So, I gave up and continued to worship that mushroom tip, wrapping my fingers around his shaft, even with both hands, I had several inches of fat cock to slide my hands over. It felt like I was holding a tree branch in my hands, it was so solid and intimidatingly huge.

Greene moaned as I licked his tip and strangled his python, but his brow furrowed with frustration. I could tell he wanted his whole dick in my mouth. He opened his eyes and grabbed my jaws with both hands, his fingers were like powerful vices against my teeth and gums. My heart began to race, and my eyes opened wide, what the fuck is he doing? "You have to open wider, like this," he grunted as he pried my jaws open, and used his hips to thrust his cock down my throat. As if it was in slow motion. I felt his mushroom tip, like a plunger, pushing its way down my throat. The flesh of my esophagus expanded to accommodate the large girth of his sex organ. Nature never intended for this to happen. That much became immediately clear. His cock had completely cut off my air supply, even if I wanted to breathe through my nose, my trachea opening was obstructed. There was no gap for anything, and as his cock made its way down my throat and he began thrusting in and out, his cock acted as a plunger, creating a negative pressure each time it pulled out. I wrapped my fingers around my neck and could feel how much it had expanded to accommodate the meat.

Tyler was focused intensely on this scene, focused on the helpless look on my face as I was being skull-fucked and stomach-pumped. He tapped his friend's shoulder, "Let him breathe."

Warren pulled out completely, I almost felt like the contents of my stomach would follow it out. He let go of my jaws and I gasped for air like I never had before. I realized my mouth and chin area were covered in a mix of his constantly flowing precum and the mucous from my throat. The ridge of the head of his cock must have scraped it out of my body. I coughed and choked for air.

Tyler suggested to Greene, "Let him lay on his back, on the couch. If you do it that way, it'll be easier."

Warren picked me up from under my arms and laid me down on the couch, my head hanging over the edge, straightening out my esophagus. I felt his powerful fingers peel back my lips and grip my teeth and gums, prying my mouth open again and then the giant blunt cock was thrust back down my throat, it felt like a warm baseball bat being forced into my stomach. It went in a little easier than before, considering that my throat was lined up straight, but it scared me, nonetheless. My hands reached up and flailed, I didn't know how to call 'time out' or 'pause'.

Campbell took hold of my arms and held them down, he loved watching that black cock dominating my throat, and he didn't want to see it stop.

I realized that I was going to suffocate.

I tried to vocalize, but it came out as stifled grunts, the vibrations of which were stimulating Warren's manhood even more. I felt his heavy balls pounding on my eyelids and forehead, they were like rubber mallets, and they completely obscured my face each time they struck me. There was a strange scratchy sensation in my throat, Warren's tight curly pubes must have been forced down my throat, and with each thrust of his dick, they scratched at my esophagus. My gag reflex was rendered useless, even if my body tried to puke, his cock plugged its escape. And finally, I felt light-headed, starved of oxygen. My eyelids became heavy, and my strength waned.

"Warren, he needs to breathe."

Thrust after thrust after thrust. The darkness closed in on me.

Tyler looked up at him, "Greene! Let him breathe!"

"Okay, I'm done, I'm done," Warren said as he was trying to catch his breath. He pulled his cock out of my throat and was stroking it with both his hands.

Campbell was smacking my cheek to stimulate me and restart my instinct to breathe.

I came alive, pulling as much air into my body as my lungs could carry. And I coughed and choked and spit up trickles of precum and mucous.

Warren was standing over me, beating his meat vigorously, his head pointed up at the heavens, his body tensing up.

Tyler was beside me, his hard cock bouncing up and down with each powerful pump of his heart. He then rubbed his cock on my face, and kept it there, resting over my eyes and the bridge of my nose.

Warren Greene let out a loud moan, like a heavy grunt, all his muscles were flexing under his tight youthful skin. Huge globs of cum poured out of his cock -not 'squirted', not 'dribbled'- it 'poured'. As though his cock was dispensing heavy cream. It was a constant stream, but larger globs of cum spattered onto my face with the frequency of his orgasmic contractions.

My whole face was covered in his hot cum, except for my eyes, where Tyler's cock was resting across the bridge of my nose.

Warren said, "Oh shit, sorry Campbell, I didn't realize I was busting on your dick."

Tyler stood up, uncovering my eyes, and I could see that Warren's cum had completely coated it like a glazed pastry. "It's alright, there's one upside to it, though."

"What?" Greene asked, still catching his breath.

Silently, Tyler responded by rubbing the cum all over his dick and then wrapping his fingers around the shaft and pumping it, using Warren's cum as lubricant. He sat back on the couch, jacking off and getting the black man's cum all over his hands, and letting it drip down his balls.

Warren plopped down on the couch, "Man that's fuckin' sick. You're sick." He began to laugh.

Tyler was laughing too, still pumping his cock with his hand until finally, his own cum squirted into the air like a fountain, spraying his belly and his balls with his own seed. Gradually, he slowed his pumping, enjoying the slick feeling of the cum on his manhood. It must have been disgusting to him on some level, but when it feels that good, you might as well take advantage of the mess before you clean it up.

I heard Campbell snap his fingers. I had momentarily closed my eyes from exhaustion, opening them to see him point to his dick like I was some kind of dog that must obey. And instinctually, I did obey.

Turning over onto my belly, I used my arms to crawl onto his lap and use my tongue and the suction of my mouth to clean up his dick, eating all the cum. The combination of Campbell's salty seed, and Greene's sweet batter, made for an interesting and welcome treat.

It wasn't long before Greene washed his dick, buttoned and buckled his pants and went home. I went to the bathroom and started the shower, allowing the water to get warm. Taking a moment to stand in front of the mirror, I saw that my face was still completely covered in the thick globs of Warren's cum. It looked like someone had covered my face with candle wax, leaving a clean gap where Tyler's dick had shielded my eyes. I used Tyler's cum towel to wipe my face.