Curing My Homophobia (part 3)
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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We both got undressed and I knelt before Mike. "Now suck my cock, but just very gently," he said, "This is for you to cum, not me."
"I don't understand," I said.
"Just hold my cock in your mouth while you jack off," Mike said, "And shoot your load in your hand, and just keep my cock in your mouth, no matter how you feel."
It seemed a strange way to conquer my demons, but I gave it a try and took his cock into my mouth. I was already so horny from days without cumming, and now with his cock in my mouth it took only a few minutes for me to cum. At first it was the best climax I had ever had, but then the guilt set in.
I tried to pull back but Mike put both hands on my head and held me in place.
"You are a cocksucker and need to accept it, and all that it represents!" Mike declared.
I knew that I was a cocksucker but felt very ashamed about it.
"You will stay like this until you can accept yourself," Mike said.
My eyes were closed, trying to make the whole situation go away. After a time the bad feelings diminished and I no longer felt the shame and guilt. Mike's cock in my mouth didn't arouse me, but it didn't offend me either. I opened my eyes and looked up at Mike.
"Have you accepted yourself as a cocksucker?" he asked.
I nodded and he released my head. I remained on his cock however, because I knew I belonged there, even when I wasn't aroused.
"Now lick your cum from your hand," Mike directed.
I didn't really want to do this, but Mike's voice was so commanding that I felt I had to, and pulled back from his cock and swallowed my own cum.
"How do you feel now?" asked Mike.
"I think I'm beginning to accept myself," I said, "But I don't think I'm cured yet."
"We'll have to repeat this until you are," said Mike, "But now don't you think you should finish your work?"
I nodded, not really desiring to suck him, but knowing that I owed him, so I took him into my mouth once again and began to suck, now using all the tongue and mouth techniques he had taught me.
Mike was fully hard now and I was too. I didn't think I would be ready so soon, but this was a very erotic situation, and my abstinence was not satisfied with a single climax.
Mike told me to stroke myself but not to cum until after he did. He told me to continue to hold his cock in my mouth and not to swallow yet. I was so aroused I had to work to avoid cumming too soon.
Finally Mike rewarded my efforts with his creamy load. It tasted good now and I continued to hold him in my mouth as he pumped the last drop of cum out and softened.
"Now make yourself cum and catch your load in your hand again," directed Mike.
As I came, Mike said, "You are a cocksucker and you LIKE it!"
The bliss from my orgasm turned into a more sober feeling, but not shame this time – as I listened to Mike's words it was more a feeling of acceptance – seeing myself as a guy whose purpose in life was to suck other men off.
I looked up at Mike and he said, "What are you?" and pulled out of my mouth.
"I'm a cocksucker!" I said, mumbling with my mouth full of his load.
"Good," Mike replied, "Now swallow."
I swallowed and licked the cum from my hand without being told to.
Mike just smiled and said, "I think it's working, but we'll have to continue until you tell me you are cured."
I thanked Mike and left.
For the next few weeks Mike would have me strip down and jack off while he watched, even before he gave me his cock. He told me that for now I would only be sucking when not aroused, so I became accustomed to doing it as a service, not to satisfy my own desires.
At first that seemed disappointing, but I would think about blowing Mike as I jacked off and would have a satisfying climax that way, and then suck him off.
I actually grew to like it that way. The thought of sucking was very arousing, but when I actually gave the blowjob it my arousal didn't distract me – I could focus on the sucking and do my best.
I was so thankful for how Mike had transformed my life and told him so.
"Would you like to suck other guys?" asked Mike.
"I've been thinking about that," I replied, "And suppose that's a natural next step – I just need to be discrete."
"We all do," assured Mike, "You will be mainly blowing married guys who are very private."
Mike said he would help me connect with other men wanting blowjobs.
With Mike's help I met five other men over the next few weeks and began to suck them regularly. I have really come to enjoy my time with a cock in my mouth – there is something truly wonderful about holding a man in my mouth and being in complete control of his orgasm. When I suck Mike I always jack off for him before I blow him, but with other guys I jack off at home before going to them. I have completely accepted that I suck cocks because I love it, not because I'm aroused. I'm now doing a few blowjobs a week but would love to do more!
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It's been two years since I first sucked Mike, and now I have 22 regulars and give one or two blowjobs a night, depending on what my guys need. I am proud to be a cocksucker, but obviously need to keep it a secret. I expect to enjoy sucking for the rest of my life.
[End of Series]
Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
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