Even though I had a few “gay” experiences as a young lad, I never considered myself to be gay. I had only touched another guy’s cock, but nothing more than that. When I turned 15 I knew I was at least bi-curious. My buddy Vince was at my house one afternoon while my parents were gone. We started talking about girls and sex. For some reason the subject of dick size came up. When Vince did what he did next, I knew why he had brought it up. He pulled his dick out and asked me if mine was as big. I couldn’t believe what I was looking at on another 15 year old guy. Vince pulled out a rock hard cock that was at least 8 inches, maybe more. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. He saw how I was admiring it and asked me if I wanted to touch it. I knew right then and there that not only did I want to touch it, but I wanted to taste it. My nipples where hard as rock and I was tempted to crawl over to him on my hands and knees and stick that gorgeous piece of meat down my throat. Unfortunately for me I was too afraid of being considered a fag so I said no. At the time I was too afraid of being known as a fag to enjoy such a wonderful cock, but that day sent me on my way to thinking about cock whenever I was horny.
Being afraid that my friends and family would find out, I did not pursue my desire for cock. I instead wound up getting married and leading a straight life. I had a child and stayed married for 10 years. My sex life with my wife was not great and I didn’t really know why. It wasn’t until I left her for cheating on me that I realized the reason was me.
I rented an apartment in a neighborhood with a large gay population. Thinking back it may have been an unconscious decision. As I would often do on restless nights, I walked along the beach. It wasn’t long before I realized the beach that was only two blocks from my place, was a gay cruising spot. In the beginning when men would approach me I would turn them down. The contact with these men on the beach got me to thinking back to that afternoon in my parent’s house with Vince. I decided it was time for me to experience having sex with another man.
One night after smoking a little pot I decided to take a walk in the park across the street from my place. I knew this was a gay hot spot, so the chance of being hit on was pretty good. Still being somewhat apprehensive, I decided to simply walk to the first picnic bench and sit for 15 minutes and if nothing happened I’d go home. I was afraid of being caught by someone I knew.
I hadn’t sat down more than about a minute when a man came out of the shadows, sat down next to me and asked if I liked head. I said yes. Then he asked me if I liked giving head or receiving it. Without hesitation and no thought at all I replied that I liked giving head. With that he began to unzip his pants, but I stopped him and told him we should go to my place for some privacy. I couldn’t believe how hard I got on the way back to my place just thinking I was finally going to get to suck a cock. I mean he wasn’t the kind of guy I had imagined. He was about 10 or 15 years older than me, a little over weight and a scruffy unshaven face. What the heck I thought. At least I’ll find out if I like sucking a man’s cock. When we walked into my apartment, he closed the door and immediately pulled his cock out. It was no Vince cock that’s for sure, but not bad. It was about 5 or 6 inches hard and I knew I could get it all in my mouth. I started to stroke it but he had other ideas. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. The act of being forced to my knees to suck his cock was stimulating in and of itself. I began to lick the shaft, but he told me to suck it. I opened my mouth and he grabbed the back of my head and forced me onto his cock. He must have worked himself up before he approached me in the park. He forced his cock in my mouth maybe 8 times and he exploded. I felt his cum hit the back of my throat and I swallowed about half of it and the rest ran off my chin and onto the carpet. When he caught his breath he asked me if I wanted him to suck me. I told him no it was ok. He said “that’s what I thought”. With that he left and I was left to think about what just happened. I can’t say it was the most satisfying experience, but I was happy I took the plunge. I knew now I would definitely do it again. Even though he wasn’t my kind of man, there was something about the smell and taste of his cock and balls that was very intoxicating.
After a few more experiences with other men, some good, some not so good, I finally hooked up with a man that made me realize my full gay self. Again I was walking along the beach one night about midnight. It was a week night so there weren’t a lot of men out. I was discouraged and turned around to go back home. That’s when I saw a tall slim black man walking toward me. I didn’t think anything of it. As far as I knew he was a straight guy walking somewhere. As I walked past him I said hi without even looking up at him. Just as I passed him I heard him say excuse me. I thought he was going to ask for directions. Much to my surprise and later much delight, he said “I sure could use a drink”. I had lived in the neighborhood long enough to know that was a pick up line. I almost told him sorry, not interested. When I looked up to answer him, I could see just how handsome this man was. Without reservation I told him I might have something at my place just a block away.
As we walked to my place he told me he had come out to California from Chicago. He had been married to a woman for several years, but when he discovered sex with men he left her. He thought men were more appreciative of his talents. I was more than curious now, I was eager.
When we got inside my apartment I told him I’d get that drink for him. He asked if he could get comfortable. Of course I told him. When I returned from the kitchen he was standing in the middle of my living room in just his very brief red underwear. This man was gorgeous. He was well over six feet tall, a good 4-5 inches taller than me. He was slim but defined, like a swimmers body. I was in awe. I could not believe my good fortune. I quickly stripped my clothes off and sat on the couch and began stroking my dick. He looked at me and said so you’re into jacking off. I told him I wanted to a lot more than jack off. I knew I had to taste this man. I got on my knees and walked on my knees to his crotch. I had been so enamored with his body I hadn’t even considered the size of his cock. I pulled down his little red briefs and what sprang out was amazing. Vince had nothing on this man. He wasn’t even completely hard yet and he was a good 9 or 10 inches. It was long, beautifully black and shiny. I grabbed his shaft and was impressed by it’s heft. It felt like a log in my hand. I lifted his cock up so that I could get to his balls. I began to lick his nuts. They were big and tasty. They tasted like sex. I do believe I felt my nostrils flaring. As I tongue bathed his nut sack, he rubbed the top of my head and started calling me baby. For some reason I really liked that. I began sucking his engorged smooth cock. There was no way I was going to be able to fit the whole thing in my mouth without a lot of practice. It had grown another two inches by now. The more I sucked the more I was able to put in my mouth. I couldn’t get even most of it in, but I sure gagged quite a few times trying to get as much as possible.
Then he did something that changed everything for me. He pulled me up to him and started kissing me. Not gently and softly, but passionately and probing my mouth with his tongue. Not only was I not expecting that, I certainly wasn’t expecting my reaction to it. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back just as passionately. I felt wonderful feeling his tongue against mine and the way he held me so tight. It woke something in me I didn’t realize I had. Dare I say it... I felt feminine. I thought this must be what a woman feels like in the arms of a strong man. I had never felt this kind of passion and lust with anyone, man or women before tonight. Quite frankly not since him.
When we finally broke away from kissing he said it seemed like you enjoyed that. I told him more than I expected. He said that’s a good thing baby. He asked what I wanted to do and I said how long can you stay. He said he could stay as long as I wanted. With that I told him that once I was finished satisfying him, I wanted him to fuck me before he left. Like I said I was feeling pretty girly at this point. He asked if I had ever done it before. I told him no but that I definitely wanted to feel him inside me. Servicing his enormous cock was heavenly. Throughout he kept calling me baby and telling me how good my mouth felt on his cock. Every now and again he would force my head down to his balls and tell me to lick them. During one of these ball licking episodes and without hesitation I lifted his legs and started licking his asshole. I don’t know why. I had never done something like that before. I just knew I wanted to please this man in any way I could. It worked. The whole time I cleaned his ass with my tongue he kept saying over and over “oh baby that’s so fucking good. I love your tongue. Oh shit bitch lick my ass”.
When he called me baby and then bitch I knew that’s exactly what I wanted, to be made his bitch. At least for the night.
That’s just about when he asked me if I still wanted him to fuck me. With that I simply got on my hands and knees and presented my ass to him. I told him there was Vaseline in the drawer. He reached over took it out of the drawer and started lubing me up. As he played with my ass I felt the passion stirring up in me. The anticipation of being taken by this man was overwhelming. I couldn't wait any longer and I asked him to put it in me, I had to feel him. I actually told him I wanted him to make me his bitch. He laughed a little and said he liked my attitude. As he entered me I began to melt it felt so good, but as he went further in me it began to hurt really bad. I told him his cock was more than I thought it was and to please stop because it hurt. He then told me to just relax and he would take it easy. He promised the pain would stop in just a short while. I didn't really believe him until he stopped thrusting for a few minutes and just let his cock sit inside me. The pain left and so for the next few strokes he didn't go any deeper and it felt great. My asshole was being messaged by this magnificent man's cock. After a few minutes he asked if I'd like to try it a little deeper. Not knowing how deep he already was I said yes but please be easy. He said don't worry baby I'm not going to hurt you, I want you to enjoy this. He pushed further inside me and the pain came back. When I winched in pain he stopped and just let his cock rest inside me. When I was able to relax and the pain left he could tell because he began nice slow strokes. It began to feel incredible. With each and every stroke the pleasure just intensified. That's when I realized I was feeling his balls against my ass. He had managed to put all 11 or 12 inches inside me. There was a strange feeling of pride that came over me. Being able to take so much dick the first time out was great. Then he started pumping me harder and harder. The pleasure went to a level I didn't know was possible. Between him driving every inch of his cock in me with every thrust and telling me this is how he makes me his bitch, I was begging him to cum inside me and mark me as his. It wasn't long before he shot what felt like buckets of cum inside my ass. He collapsed on top of me and his dick just stayed in me until he caught his breath. After he finally pulled out of me his cum just gushed out of my ass and all down my legs and all over the bed. I laughed and said look at all your cum coming out of me. I guess there's no question who's bitch I am.
We laid in bed with me in his arms just like his girlfriend. I looked up at him and told him I didn't think I could fall in love with a man, but if I wasn't careful he might prove me wrong. He told me there was nothing wrong with that and he'd be ok with it. We fell asleep and in the morning we woke up just like we went to sleep. With me in his arms. He pulled me up to him and started kissing me. Much to my delight I enjoyed it as much as the night before. I was hooked.
I went into the kitchen to get something to drink and damn I'd left the kitchen windows open and I was buck ass naked. Anyone walking by had a perfect view. The sidewalk was right outside my kitchen windows and the bottom of the windows was at any passerby's shoulder height. I thought well I'll just get to fridge and back out before anyone comes by. I opened the fridge door to get a bottle of water. As I bent over to get the water I felt a large hand on my ass. I turned around and it was of course my beautiful black lover. He started to kiss me while he fingered my ass. I was immediately concerned about the windows. He obviously wasn't. The more he kissed me and fingered my ass the less concern I had with the windows. He reached down to grab hold of my now hardening cock. He pulled my face up so I could look him in the eyes and said do you still want to be my girl. I said of course I do baby. With that he said well then say good morning the proper way and he pushed me to my knees and told me to suck him until he came. I was under this man's control already, because all of a sudden I didn't care about the windows or any neighbors that might see. I just wanted to suck this man's cock and taste his cum. Right there in my kitchen with the windows wide open, the daylight streaming through and all the neighbors going to work, I was on my knees sucking this beautiful tall black man's cock until he shot a huge load down my throat. After he finished cumming I cleaned his cock and nuts of any residual cum. I proudly sat back with his cum dripping down my chin. My transition to becoming gay was complete. So I thought. He had other ideas for my transformation. That's a story for another time or should I say stories. The next two years was a period of absolute sexual bliss for me. I love writing about those experiences with him. It always gets me worked up all over. I will share those experiences at another time.
As far as anybody seeing us through my kitchen window that eventful day, I can't be sure. However my male neighbor started coming by my place more often than usual and staying longer. He never hit on me and even if he did I really only had a strong desire for my man. I wouldn't have taken the chance on jeopardizing that.