Forced, Broken, Fucked, I Slowly Admitted That Being Gay Was For Me

As incoming freshmen and ROTC student we lived in military style dorms with open area showers and toilets. Learn to shower, shit and shave in front of all of your buddies. For reasons unknown my dick hides until it gets hard and grows full size. In the dorm I was known as Tweety, for Tweety Bird, a reference to my little duck.

I wasn't gay, far from it, but had penis envy. I checked out the guys and got a reputation. One evening after lights out a guy went crazy, jumped on my back and started humping my ass. Some of the guys took notice and soon their was a cheer squad rooting for him to fuck Tweety. His hard dick found my hole, he was all worked up and he could have fucked a new hole in a barn. He tore me a new asshole, left me bleeding and dripping his come.

Tweety never lived down this reputation, Many dicks crossed my asshole and stuffed my face. The only way out was sucking them first and invite them on in. I learned to grease up my asshole. By the rime I finished my first semester I walked different. Maybe I wasn't gay when I got there but when I left I sure was.