Date: Sun, 4 Dec 2016 19:32:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Curing My Homophobia Part 1

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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To be continued ...

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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