Changed Me By: Benson Hurster
"Thanks for dinner, Jeff. It's always good to catch up with an old friend from college. Truth is I hesitated to call you after all these years. Didn't think you'd want to remember those days."
I dismissed Bob's thought with a shrug. There are some people you always want to remember, kindly or otherwise. Parents and siblings of course, maybe a special teacher or a coach. In the case of yours truly, it's the person who lead me out of a closet that I didn't know I was in. Bob Greene, the homosexual man seated next to me, was the person that changed me for the better.
It was my junior year and I was experiencing a rather humiliating sexual problem. Simply put, I couldn't get it up anymore. First one girl, then a second and a third lying naked in my bed failed to arouse me. Fuck me. A naked and willing girl in my bed and I couldn't get a hardon. The Cock, the nickname given to me by the first girl I ever fucked when I was fourteen, was a harmless wet noodle. The Cock had become a pathetic limp dick.
Bob Greene, openly gay, was by far the smartest boy in the fraternity...which was why he was in the fraternity in the first place. We needed his GPA to meet the minimum requirement to maintain our good standing as a fraternity. The rest of us showed the homo a great deal of compassion and class. Oh, yeah, we all called him a queer, when we spoke to him at all. This was back in the 1960's...gay meant happy and homosexuals were queers and faggots.
The other guys in the frat would have been understanding of my predicament. Yeah, sure they would...after laughing their heads off at my diminished manhood. So I went to Bob for advice. Yes, I really believed that a smart fag who liked dick could help me with mine.
"I've got a little problem with my dick and I think you can help me." That's what I said when he let me into his single room at the fraternity house. One of two singles, a black boy had the other one, because nobody in the fraternity wanted to be roomies with a faggot or a nigger. I told you we had class, right? So neat and tidy the room was, just like Bob. The rest of us lived like pigs in a pig sty.
His response didn't surprise me because, well, maybe we hazed the cocksucker a little...okay, we hazed him a lot.
He had a sense of humor though. "No, Jeff, thanks for the offer but I do not want to blow you."
I'd have let him give me head if he wanted to. He would not have been the first guy to suck my cock. "That's not why I'm here."
"Okay then, why?"
"This is embarrassing."
Bob looked amused. "Running across campus in the nude is embarrassing, Jeff. An athletic supporter on your head is embarrassing. Hanging a semen filled condom from a chain around your neck is embarrassing."
Guilty on all counts. Did I not just say that he had a sense of humor?
"Jeff," he continued, "I find it difficult to believe that any problem you may have with your dick could cause you any embarrassment. You have no respect for yourself and what's worse, no respect for women. Like what you did to Vivian last week, that poor sweet girl, was absolutely despicable."
Vivian, though not at all pretty was a pretty damn good lay. Like all the homely looking girls I screwed to multiple orgasms, she loved my big hard dick in her once underutilized pussy...among other warm, tight, juicy places. Well, I liked to share the wealth with my less successful frat brothers so when she asked me to fuck her again, most do after experiencing my dick, I told her that she had to take care of a few pals first.
Only five needy guys fucking her, no big deal. Ten guys pounding her pussy would've been a big deal.
She bitched a little about so many guys fucking her until I showed her my stiff cock. "This for you," I said, which rarely fails to motivate a cunt to put out for my pals. Vivian took off her clothes, laid back naked on the bed and spead'em real wide like a good little bitch. Wet pussy lips exposed...ready, willing and eager to receive a good fucking from five stiff cocks.
Five horny guys used her, hard and fast. Too fast maybe because the well fucked bitch with a pussy full of cum didn't cum even once. You could see she was close to a climax, quivering on the edge of an orgasm. Guys know the feeling of holding back..like waiting for a sneeze that just wouldn't come. Vivian was fingering her puffy wet pussy, rubbing her tits...desperate to cum, pleading for my cock.
"Fuck me, Jeff, please fuck me. I need your big cock in me to cum. So fuckin' close. Please Jeff, fuck meeeee."
Music to any guy's ears, but I made her wait and suck me a bit because I love to hear a bitch beg for my dick.
Vivian's snatch was so full of cum that she squished when I finally entered her from behind and humped her like a bitch dog in heat. Woof. One screaming orgasm followed another. The cunt was so lost in sexual pleasure, so far gone that she didn't object to the double dicking. Great fun it was, five guys getting off again in her mouth and on her face and tits while I got off in her sloppy pussy.
Yes, Bob was right. I used Vivian the way I selfishly used all bitches. Because, when it came to women, Jeff the Cock was really a big prick.
"My problem is more awful," I blurted out to Bob. "I can't get it up any more. Take a look."
Bob didn't laugh, thank god, and he did look when I hauled out my cock. Girls of course, but guys too, heterosexuals and homosexuals, have been awestruck by the size and girth of my cock since I was a little boy. Soft it's really quite amazing, erect it's absolutely incredible. Bob's 'Holy Shit' echoed the common reaction.
Bob took me in hand and with a couple of strokes I got hard. Straight up against my belly like always and more precum than usual.
"Looks fine to me," he said, dropping to his knees for a closer look.
I didn't laugh at him either, nor was I surprised when he pried my surging boner away from my belly and took me in his mouth. The guy was a fag, right, a cocksucker? Bob was good too, a very good cocksucker. Better than any girl I made to suck me, I called it foreplay, before I would fuck them.
At first I was relieved that I could get it up, then disturbed that my dick responded for a queer guy but not for a girl.
I remember the blow job he gave me, cumming hard in his mouth, damn good head, and the blow job I reluctantly gave him.
"This is a test," he said several times as I oh so slowly dropped to my knees between his bare legs. "I think I know the cause of your problem with women."
Desperate times call for desperate measures and believe you me I was desperate enough to follow his instructions. I remember Bob's rigid prick sliding smoothly into my tense virgin mouth. The gagging, the sounds of sloppy sucking, his potent climax, and my first taste of salty sperm. I also remember stroking my dick to a second nut busting cum while his spent cock and warm sperm were still in my mouth. All of ten minutes and the test was over.
"You clearly enjoyed that," Bob said with a finality that precluded any response. "Cumming with my cock in your mouth tells me all I need to know. You want to go again?"
Still down on my knees with his dick growing hard again in my spermy mouth, I looked up at his face and silently nodded my agreement. My rapidly rising cock, oozing precum, despite the fact that I'd cum twice in the last few minutes, spoke volumes.
This time I really wanted to suck his dick, to go again as Bob so nicely put it. This was not a test, fuck no, I wanted to suck his dick as much as I ever wanted to fuck a pussy. Damnit, what was happening to me? I wanted to suck Bob's cock...I wanted Bob, a faggot, to cum again in my mouth.
I did suck and he did cum, warm, salty, creamy cum spurting into my cocksucking mouth...delicious.
Latent homosexuality was Bob's diagnosis. "You really dislike women," he said, "which is why you treat them so poorly." He started to explain further but all I heard was queer and faggot and cocksucker.
"But I can't be a faggot...like you."
"I'm gay."
"Shit, Bob, I'm happy that you're happy to be a faggot. But I can't be a faggot, I can't be a cocksucker."
He didn't even try to explain. Just threw up his hands and said, "Why not?"
"Because, because, I don't want to be a faggot. I don't want to be a cocksucker."
"It's not what you want," Bob said patiently. "It's what you are, what you have always been. Nobody decides to be heterosexual or homosexual, have emotional feelings and physical desires to have sex with women or men. A persons ultimate sexual orientation is determined at birth. Your true sexual orientation just took a while to come out."
What the fuck was he talking about? This was all so damn confusing. I'd given him a blow job, okay two blow jobs. I liked his dick in my mouth and his cum more than I cared to admit. "But I don't want to be a cocksucker," I protested, "have fag sex with guys."
Or become a pussy boy, I thought but did not say. I had fucked lots of girls in the ass and two queer men as well.
Bob patiently tried to explain the differences between emotional and physical attraction, love and sex, but I just didn't get it.
"I like girls, Jeff, just not for sex. I tried it with a girl once and, well, let's just say it didn't work out too well. I like guys. I like the way their naked bodies look, the way they feel and smell. I love the way a cock feels when it grows hard in mouth, testicles rising, the kissing, licking, sucking and the explosion of sperm on my tongue. As for fucking with a guy, nah, I've said enough for now."
After another dumb question about faggots and cocksuckers he threw up his hands in disgust.
"Jeff, tell me, how did you get into this college? This is a good school academically...however did you get admitted?"
"Football scholarship. Room, board, tuition and a few bucks each month."
"Really? I go to the home games, but I've never seen you play."
"I don't play because I suck...at football."
Bob was the confused one now. "Then how did you manage to get a scholarship?"
"The coach, Jerry Sandlusky," I answered cautiously. "He, well, he's my mentor. Sam Grant, my coach in high school, he and Sandlusky go way back. Grant was my mentor too so with his help I got a scholarship."
That's what they both told me to say if anyone asked about our relationship and the time we spent alone together. If the truth came out that I was Sam Grant's boy toy in high school and Sandlusky's boy toy here in college my scholarship was toast.
Fucking old perverted queers, both of them, craving my young body and my big dick. Sucking my cock and balls, swallowing my sperm and taking my dick up the ass. Two of the strangest faggots I have ever met. I don't know if either fag even had a dick because they never took off their jock straps.
Neither fag wanted anything from me in return except to slide a rubber dick up my boy pussy, as they called my ass, while they sucked on my cock. I have to admit that the fake cock in my pussy felt darn good.
Bob saw right through my flimsy explanation. "They used you for sex, right? No, don't answer, I don't need to know."
I fell in love with Bob right then and there. Love and sex is what he had said a moment ago. Love and sex meant I should give myself to him. I laid on his bed and spread my legs wide just like all the bitches I used to screw.
"Fuck me, Bob," I said, "please fuck me."
"Okay I'll fuck you, but first I'm going to make you feel the way you made those girls feel. You and your pals using them like sluts...worthless whores."
"Anything, Bob, anything."
"You're sure you want to be a pussy boy for me, cocksucker?"
"I'm a cocksucker, Bob, your cocksucker. I want to be your faggot cocksucker and your faggot pussy boy too."
He entered me slowly, too slowly for my urgent need to have his stiff cock inside me. I grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him all the way in. "Oh my god your dick feels so good in my pussy. Fuck me hard, Bob, please fuck me hard and fast."
I wrapped my legs around his body as he fucked me like a bitch. The kiss was unexpected, but not unwelcome. His tongue thrust into my mouth while his cock thrust into my boy pussy. I came without warning, spewing sperm between our sweaty bodies. With a final deep thrust Bob came too, deep inside me.
"Was it good for you, Jeff?"
"The best sex I ever had."
"So now that you've had my cock in your mouth and in your pussy, what do you think?"
I didn't have to think...I knew for sure and I told him.
"I know, Bob, I know I'm a faggot."
"Not a faggot, Jeff. Not a cocksucker or a pussy boy. Simply gay."
EPILOGUE
We resigned from the fraternity and moved in together for senior year. I gave up my so called scholarship and got a part time job to pay my own way. No more selling my body like a whore to a perverted old queer. Bob helped me with my studies so I managed to graduate on time. He also helped me land a job with an advertising company where I had a successful career.