the first guy that fucked me was a guy who used to play cards with my friends every now and again. everyone seemed to think he was ok until one lost out to him on a bad beat and called out 'fuckin faggot' to nobody in particular.
he replied to the effect that he preferred 'gay man' but fair enough, faggot would do and this completely changed the atmosphere. to my surprise and embarrassment most of my friends seemed to change their attitude toward him. they were obviously uncomfortable and made some comments that were really stupid. i didn't know where to look. after he left it got talked about and i said i couldn't believe how rude and backward they had been acting. not surprisingly he didn't come again.
a couple of years later he came over to me in a bar. before i could apologise about it he started to thank me for sticking up for him (the guy who had originally introduced him had told him what happened after he left). he told me he'd heard it all so many times that he didn't give a shit and it just saved him time on working out who all the pricks are.
i saw him again at a gig a few months later and we went for some drinks afterwards. at some point he came straight out and said he wanted to take me home and fuck me. i must have looked truly shocked because he immediately apologised and told me to forget he'd said it. we still ended up going back to his flat though and after not very long he leaned in and started to kiss me, giving me an instant hard on. he started to suck me off and in no time i was sucking his dick in return, immediately loving it and turning out to be a bit of a natural.
as i came up for air i said 'i wonder what the card school would say if they could see this'. he replied playfully 'i don't think we have to wonder do we you little fuckin faggot.' i was caught by surprise but it really turned me on and i just went full deep throat on his thick cock, hoping he'd see i had liked it.

'that's it you little cocksucker. gag on it like a fucking bitch'. he held my head in place and started to fuck my face, not aggressively but hard enough that i was gasping for air and struggling to swallow the incredibly thick saliva it was generating. the more he talked the hornier it felt; 'suck my dick. go on suck my fucking dick. yes, what a fucking slut' he pulled his cock out of my mouth and i was gasping for air, sticky saliva stringing from my mouth and eyes streaming but straining to go down on it again as he pulled it away 'mmm. cockhungry little queer aren't you?' i didn't answer. i was loving it but i felt too embarrassed to say 'yes i am'.
he wasn't having that though. 'where do you want this dick? tell me.' 'in my mouth' 'what do you want in there?' 'dick' he was holding my head and slapping me in the face now with his hard cock but stopping me from getting my mouth on it. 'say it all and ask nicely' my frustration was massive now. all the years of thinking i would probably like this and the lovely hard, bobbing cock just out of reach. i hit some sort of tipping point. any remnant of pride or embarrassment had gone and i found myself on my knees in front of this man, pleading 'please let me suck your cock'
he actually started to laugh. not in a cruel way. i just think he was surprised at how totally submissive i'd become so quickly from being mr. straight in the bars.
he seemed a bit embarrassed for me and he just stood me up and started to kiss me in a much more relaxed way. after a while we got all steamed up again. he sort of turned me to face away from him while hugging me round the waist. he started to grind his cock against my buttocks as he kissed my neck and breathed hot into my ear, 'do you want to be a proper queer tonight then?' 'yes i do' 'tell me what you want me to do' 'i want you to fuck me really hard' still whispering in my ear 'like a bitch?' 'yes' 'say it' 'i want you to fuck me and make me your bitch'
he just giggled at me. i don't think he got just how much this did for me.
he led me into his bedroom and we carried on kissing and sucking each other. he opened his bedside drawer and pulled out what i've since grown to see as the essentials; condoms, lubricant, fresh bottle of poppers.
he introduced me to the pleasure of having an experienced man tongue my hole, got a couple of fingers in there and lubed me up to make me ready.
now all the words i've quoted in this relating of the tale are pretty approximate, but one thing i am sure of because it was at this point that i was definitely regretting adding 'really hard' to my request for a fucking.
i needn't have worried though. he was pretty considerate in getting his fairly thick cock into me. i'd tried poppers in dance clubs and didn't rate it but he held the bottle out to me and told me to take a deep pull. as the vapour took it's warming effect things just got incredibly intense and intimate. for a first time it was incredible.
i was lying on my front, legs slightly open. he was fucking me, slowly but deep, and i was overcome with sexual pleasure, pushing my hips up to meet each thrust. i'd expected it to be good and dirty but not to be actually beautiful. for a few minutes i felt i actually loved him and would do just about anything to please him.

we did it again later that night and it was then that things did get good and dirty. he was going hard at it, me on my back, legs splayed, his face above mine dripping sweat onto me. it was then as he was thrusting hard that the name calling started again. 'you gonna tell your friends you are a faggot now then?' 'no' 'gonna be a little closet queer then?' no answer 'gonna have to be. know why?' no answer 'cos you fucking love dick in your ass like a fucking bitch that's why don't you?' 'yes' 'it's not even your ass any more. you get fucked in the c**t. where am i fucking you?' 'c**t'
'tell me you're a fucking pussy boy' 'i'm a fucking pussy boy'. this went on until he came, this time pulling out of me, removing the condom and (considering this was the second time) dropping an impressive amount of cum onto my face; me getting and loving my first taste of his cum

so there it was. my fate was sealed. submissive, passive, bitch, pussy boy, call me what you will. i love to please men by taking their cock and it still turns me on to get a full verbal assault from the sort of man who can pull it off. why does it get me going so much? i suppose it must be because i know that everything they are saying is true.