Curing My Homophobia (part 2)
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 felt guilty and ashamed," I admitted, "I didn't want to be a cocksucker."
"But you are," said Mike, "and a very good one at that – I hope I can help you come to terms with it."
"I suppose that's what I need," I replied, "I feel so conflicted. I know it's wrong but I want it so much!"
"It's not wrong at all!" countered Mike, "Guys have been sucking cock forever, and it's a real blessing for those they suck."
My father would sure disagree, but he was probably the main reason I was struggling.
"For now," said Mike, "Try to avoid cumming until well after you are done."
"That sounds good," I agreed, "I'll wait to cum until I get home."
We were both ready to get started, and when Mike unzipped I got to my knees before him, presuming that was the right response. Mike took out his cock and I began to suck him.
"Take your time and get to know how it feels in your mouth," he directed, "feel the contours with your tongue and you'll get to know me better."
It was a relaxed environment here and I found I enjoyed just exploring his cock with my tongue. It really felt right in my mouth and I realized that it cocksucking was something I wanted more and more.
"You're doing wonderfully," Mike said, "Now just keep that up and I'll be cumming in no time at all. When I do, just swallow right away and you won't taste it so much." Mike put his hand under my chin and tipped my head up to make eye contact with him. Looking him in the eyes as I sucked him somehow made my act less shameful.
Soon Mike was cumming and once again the taste was very strong, but not as bad this time. I swallowed over and over again as he pumped his seed into my mouth.
Mike pulled out and said, "That was great for me – how was it for you?"
"Much better than the last time," I said, "I'm glad I came back."
"Me too," said Mike, "And I hope you will be back for more."
"Just one thing," I asked, "Why do you get blowjobs from guys if you are married?"
"Because my wife won't!" returned Mike, "A lot of married guys turn to guys like you for what they can't get at home!"
It made sense – I had heard that women tend to stop putting out once they marry a guy.
We thanked each other and I agreed to come back tomorrow, and returned home. At home I jacked off and felt the guilt, but it passed quickly and soon I was enjoying the happy memory.
The next day I thought about blowing Mike all day, but it was starting to feel more like a normal activity – it was still very arousing, but didn't feel perverse any more. I even began to feel good about being a cocksucker.
I arrived at Mike's and this time he told me that I should be naked, but not touch my cock, so I didn't cum and ruin the experience. I quickly stripped down and saw that Mike was looking at my hard cock.
"I see you're aroused," he said, "That shows you really love your work!"
I got to my knees and Mike gave me his cock. I sucked and followed Mike's directions. I wanted to do the very best that I could for him.
"Today when I cum, don't swallow right away," Mike directed, "Just hold it in your mouth and grow accustomed to the flavor."
Of course the whole point of the blowjob is to make the man cum, but I had been a little timid about that part because the taste was so strong, and throwing up the first time, but today I was going to face up to the strong taste, and I hoped it would go well.
Mike was getting close, so I braced myself for his load and soon I felt his hot squirts. To my surprise it actually tasted good to me – it was still a very strong taste, but I found that I kind of liked it. Mike pulled out and I held his load in my mouth for a few minutes, savoring its manly taste.
"How is that?" he asked.
"I actually like the taste," I responded with surprise.
"That's pretty normal," Mike explained, "As you taste more of it you begin to like it more and more."
"It sure is a lot better than the first time!" I agreed, "But I wish I could get past my guilt feelings."
"That would be good," Mike concurred, "Let me see what can be done – I'll ask around."
I wasn't sure what would come of it, but anything that would at least reduce the guilt and shame I felt when I came would be great. I got so excited just remembering my blowjobs as I would jack off, and then to have it ruined by the horrible feelings when I did cum was tragic. I hoped Mike would come up with something.
Over the next few days I got very aroused thinking about blowjobs but I didn't jack off – afraid of the bad feelings. That left me in a perpetual state of horniness, and I longed for Mikes cock in my mouth.
When I was with Mike next he explained that he had done some internet searches and he thought he had a solution to my problem, but it involved confronting my sucking and accepting myself as a cocksucker.
"But I already do," I protested, "And I like being a cocksucker!"
"You don't when you cum," countered Mike, "That is what you must confront!"
"I don't understand," I said.
"Just go with me on this," Mike explained, "It will become clear soon enough."
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