27 comments/ 215578 views/ 182 favorites Straight No More By: silkstockingslover Notes: Thanks to Leanne and MAB7991 for their editing expertise. STRAIGHT NO MORE I was getting ready for a trip to Washington on business, for work when Bill, a guy I didn't like at all, said at coffee, "If you are in D.C. you have got to go to the Iron Rod." "The what?" I asked, barely listening since all the guy did was bullshit. "The Iron Rod is the best pick-up bar in Washington. You are literally guaranteed to get fucked," he explained. In retrospect that was the hint of what was about to happen to me, but I didn't catch it. His smug smile should also have been another clue. I quipped, "Yeah and you will fuck anything." "True," he agreed, "but this place is legendary. I fucking guarantee even an average looking dude like you will be a sure thing." I said I already had plans but we would see what happens. The second night in D.C. after a long boring day of meetings, a supper with clients that included a little too much booze and goggling at hot waitresses in short skirts, I returned to my hotel drunk and horny. Remembering Bill's mentioning of that sure thing bar I figured what the hell, I would check it out, maybe even get laid. The bar was a bit out of the way, so I got a taxi to get me there. On the drive, I concluded although I was not hammered, I was feeling pretty buzzed. Buzzed enough to pay the ridiculous thirty dollar cover, buzzed enough to not question when the massively steroid built bouncer insisted that they keep my driver's license till I left the club, buzzed enough to sign a piece of paper just to get into the bar and buzzed enough to not notice the complete lack of women in the place as I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. I had one good long sip of my drink before I surveyed the bar. It took me only a few seconds to realize Bill had sent me to a fucking gay bar. There was not a woman in the place, unless you counted some of the fairies wearing punk scarfs or prancing around like queer pipe blowers and poop chute takers they were. I instantly cursed Bill and texted him. You fucker, I will get you back for this. I decided to shoot my drink and get the fuck out of there before some queer thought I played on their fucking side. As I shot my first drink, the bartender placed a second drink in front of me. I said, "I didn't order a second drink." "It is from Bulldog," the bartender said, as if that ended the conversation. There was no way I was accepting a drunk from some faggot. "No Thanks," I said, pushing the drink back. The bartender looked at me alarmed. He leaned in and whispered, "You don't say no to Bulldog." "Who is Bulldog?" I asked, amused by the name. "The master of the house," he answered, before adding, "and he loves fresh white meat." "I am not a fag," I said. "Oh you will be by the time Bulldog is through with you," the bartender promised with a knowing smile. Curious who supposedly had so much power, I asked, "And who is this Bulldog?" "See that big muscular guy with all the tats," he said, pointing to a table in the corner. I looked to the table where a big, bald, black guy was sitting staring at me. "Holy shit, he is huge," I gasped. The bartender agreed playing with my words, "That he is, even with his pants on." I glanced back at him, he had his drink in the air and was clearly giving me a toast. Not wanting to offend the man who could break me in two with his bare hands, I took the drink he had bought and raised it to him. He gave a nod, as if giving me permission to have a drink. Trying to prove I was a man I downed the drink. As I looked at him again, I noticed something I hadn't before. Some queer's head was bobbing up and down, assumedly on Bulldog's cock. Shaking my head after the instant buzz from the drink, I quipped, "Looks like he already has some queer blowing him." "Be careful what you say, straight boy, or you will end up in the hospital," the bartender said, not offended but clearly issuing a warning. A guy who looked a lot like Matt Damon, but younger, came to the bar and said, "Ken, Bulldog wants another cocktail and another one for his new friend." "Of course," Ken the bartender replied. The ridiculously good-looking guy who could easily get any chick he wanted with just this looks alone, was obviously a knob polisher, which I bet a ton of woman felt was a shame, said, "Bulldog would like you to join him for a cocktail." I was proud of myself for not saying what I was thinking, which was shit you are a cocktail (he had a cock and he takes it in the tail). But I replied, "Um thanks, but I was just leaving." The pretty boy said, "Well, you have a drink to finish and it would be very impolite to not at least say thanks." Every time he kept saying cocktail I had to hold back laughter, men did not say cocktail. Finally, I realized it would be easier if I just ended this personally. As Ken returned with my whiskey, I gave a nod and said to the pretty boy, stressing the word 'cocktail' as two separate words, "Lead the way cock tail." Oblivious to my intended insult, he smiled, his voice going disconcertingly high, "Right this way." Bulldog's eyes never seemed to leave mine as I walked over to his table, the faggot still bobbing up and down, oblivious to how absurd he looked sucking cock in public, even in a gay bar. Arriving at the table, I took control, "Thanks for the drinks, but I've really got to get back to the hotel." Ignoring what I had just said, he spoke, his voice soft yet strong, "Where you from?" "Detroit," I answered, my eyes gravitating against my will to my first live queer scene. He kept talking to me as if it were natural to have someone sucking his cock while having a conversation (which for him it probably was). "Cool, I am a Red Wings fan." I am a diehard fan and not realizing I was being pulled into a conversation I had come over to prevent, I said, "Me too. I grew up when they sucked in the late eighties and have met Yzerman on a few occasions." "Very cool. I loved Yzerman too, too bad he ended up in Tampa Bay, not really a Mecca for hockey," he said. "So true," I laughed. "Take a seat," he said, not rudely, yet it was clearly an order and not a suggestion. I don't know why I obeyed, but I felt my legs bending and soon I was sitting on the opposite side of the cocksucker. Closer now I could see the blow job clearly and my jaw dropped open even wider, when I saw how big Bulldog's cock was. It was obvious why he was called Bulldog: his cock was long and thick. It made my five inch cock look like a child's toy. "Eleven inches," Bulldog said. "What?" I asked, only partially hearing him. He said matter-of-factly, "My cock is eleven inches long." Trying to act casual, I commented, "That must get you a lot of action." Ignoring my assessment, he asked me, "So why are you in D.C.?" "Work," I said, trying to avoid what was natural to want to look at. It was like driving by a car accident, you don't want to look but you can't resist. He chuckled, "Want to replace him?" "Pardon?" I asked realizing I was staring. I quickly looked away at what was the biggest cock I had ever seen not in a porn movie and quickly clarified, "I'm not gay." "Then why are you here," he asked. My eyes gravitated back to the older white guy sucking away on the massive cock. "A co-worker of mine told me I was guaranteed to get fucked here," I admitted. He laughed, "Well that is a guarantee I can make you too." I began to get up knowing I was getting in way over my head and quite nervous about the implication of his guarantee. As soon as I stood up he ordered, his tone firm and authoritative, "Sit down, Martin." I didn't sit down but instead asked, "How do you know my name?" Pulling something out of his pocket he read what appeared to be my drivers' license. "Martin White, born April 3." I demanded, "Give that back to me." "All in good time. Now sit," he ordered, his tone more aggressive and clearly absolutely intolerant of any insubordination. This time I did as I was told. "So we have a bit of a predicament Martin," he began. "And what would that be?" I asked, shooting down the rest of my drink and getting rather annoyed by the whole situation. Bulldog snapped his fingers and the Matt Damon looking faggot got up and went to the bar, assumedly to get me another drink. "You see when you entered here you became part of the Iron Rod family," he continued. "Which means?" I asked, glancing back to the white dude still slobbering up and down on Bulldog's cock. A thought of sucking cock flashed in my head and I just as quickly dismissed it. "Still in denial aren't you Martin?" Bulldog asked. "What!" I asked, just as another drink arrived. "You are having flashes in your mind of sucking my chocolate perfection," he correctly assessed. I stammered, after taking a long dug at my drink, "I-I-I am m-n-not." "Liquid courage," he said, before continuing, "Do you remember signing a paper when you entered the club?" The booze beginning to get to me, I vaguely remembered signing a piece of paper and joking I was signing my life away, the irony of that statement now becoming crystal clear. "Yeah, so what?" I shrugged. "Every person here, a top or a bottom, signed the same confidentiality waiver, but as you probably know waivers aren't worth the paper they are written on," Bulldog continued. "Are you getting to the point anytime soon?" I asked, trying desperately to ignore the temptation to look at the cocksucker sucking Bulldog's cock, while trying to look tough and straight. "The tough man bullshit doesn't impress me, if anything all it does is further convince me you are a bottom in denial," he said, calling my bluff. "I don't even know what a bottom is," I countered. "You will soon enough," he laughed. "So where was I?" "Explaining that waivers are shit," I offered, my years in legal experience confirming he was right. "Of course, you are a good listener Martin. So anyway since waivers are not legally helpful and utter discretion is needed to protect our clientele, many who are celebrities, or in positions of power, we need to have something damaging on you to make sure you don't out any of our members." "Why would I do that? I don't even know anyone here," I asked. "Don't you?" he asked. "Say hi, Judge Wellington." The cocksucker took the huge black cock out of his mouth and looked up and said, "Hi." It took me a moment to correlate that the man who had been slowly sucking on Bulldog's huge cock was one of our countries federal judges. Bulldog snapped his fingers and one of the most powerful men in the country returned to sucking cock. "Did you take a good look at the men in the bar?" I still was in shock but really I hadn't in retrospect. Once I realized I was in a gay bar, I got disgusted and avoided eye contact, although truth be told I was always rather oblivious to my surroundings (something that drove many ex-girlfriends nuts). "Not really," I admitted, adding, "once I realized where I was I quickly decided to finish my drink and head back to my hotel." "Yet here you are," Bulldog smiled. "Not by choice," I countered. "You always have a choice Martin," he responded, before suggesting, "Look around. Take a good long look." Curious, I did as suggested. I turned around and was suddenly overwhelmed by reality. First off there was a stage at the back that I couldn't see from the bar earlier. Currently on the stage was a male stripper dressed as a fireman, a guy who was easily one of the most ridiculously good looking men I had ever seen. Although I am not gay, I know when someone is good looking. As I continued scanning the room I became overwhelmed with the shocking reality of what I was witnessing. At another table was Senator Hawkings and he had some young black man bobbing furiously like his life depended on it. At another table a middle age white guy was seemingly riding the cock of a similarly aged white man. On the dance floor guys were making out, slow dancing and so forth. Yet, the biggest shock came as I was turning back around to Bulldog. In the corner, Carter Harper the tough guy for the Washington Capitals, was bent over getting fucked by some older man in his early fifties. It was unfathomable that such a tough guy could be a faggot. Even more shocking was the clear facial expressions of pleasure that was on his face; he loved getting ass fucked by this old dude and didn't seem to care who saw. Bulldog laughed, assumedly at my stunned face as I couldn't stop watching the tough guy get roughly fucked by some old dude. "You see that is the luxury of the Iron Rod Martin, complete anonymity. No one in the city knows that the resident tough guy loves nothing more than to be fucked in the ass. He will take a half-dozen cocks up his backdoor in one night regularly, although his record is 21." "Fuck off," I said to know one, still unable to believe what I was seeing. "Look at me, Martin. You can fuck him later tonight if you want," Bulldog said. My cock flinched in my pants at the thought even though before today I had never once considered fucking a guy. I reluctantly quit watching the bizarre scene and returned my gaze to Bulldog. "When you signed that waiver at the door, you agree to be filmed tonight and any other night you are here," Bulldog informed me. "I won't be here again," I responded, desperate to hold onto every last straight fibre in my being. "Oh, I have heard that before. But they all come back," he chuckled, confident in his words, before repeating, "they all come back." I didn't respond as I just tried to process everything going on around me. He continued, "To guarantee the protection of our clientele we have to make sure you never have any inclination or temptation to reveal what happens here or who frequents our establishment." "I won't," I promised, thinking who would believe me anyway. "Oh, I believe you," he said, before adding, "but your word isn't enough to guarantee your silence." I was beginning to understand his unsaid intent. "You are not serious." "Deadly," he said, with not even a hint of a smile. Snapping his fingers, the judge who had been slowly bobbing up and down for over twenty minutes sat up. Bulldog's facial expression didn't change as he said, "Your turn." A million thoughts ricocheted in my drunken brain, yet his big cock saluting me was blurring my straightness. I could feel the urge to suck his cock growing, thinking to myself no one will ever know. Yet, the lingering masculine side of me, the one that made gay jokes and mocked gay men was yelling for me to walk away. Assumedly seeing my inner struggle, he said, "Go on, Martin, fate led you here, and woke up a long repressed inner desire you didn't even know existed. Just relax and let it happen. I know and you know you want to suck my cock. Don't fight it." His words no longer seemed ludicrous like they had earlier, instead they seemed logical. Yet, I was still paralyzed by indecision. He chuckled, "Plus, my cock is going in one of your holes Martin, and I am not sure your little ass is ready for me." My eyes went big and suddenly I rationalized I was going to obey not because I wanted to, but because I had no choice. I was trapped in his gay bar and clearly wasn't going to be allowed to leave until they had me in a similarly compromising position as they obviously had everyone else here. Slowly, I moved closer and leaned forward, taking his cock in my hand. I couldn't believe how rock hard it was and suddenly imagined him fucking me with it. As if reading my mind, he smugly said, "All in good time. But let's start with making you a good little cocksucker." The name should have offended me, but yet instead I felt my mouth opening as I leaned forward and took the mushroom top of his huge cock in-between my lips. "Good boy," he purred, "enjoy my big chocolate stick." Another condescending name and yet it only made me want more. I blamed the booze, I blamed the bizarre situation and I blamed Bill, but those were all just excuses. In the end I wanted to suck his cock. I slowly took more of his long, thick cock in my virgin mouth, suddenly feeling determined to not suck at cocksucking, I know, ironic. "I think you were born to suck cock, Martin," he complimented when I had a third of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Each sly compliment only deepened my submission and enhanced my eagerness to please. "Fuck, you have a suction grip on my cock," he groaned as I tried to replicate the best blow jobs I ever received, which always had a girl making her mouth feel like my cock was tight like in a glove. "Faster, Martin, convince me you want to taste my cum," he ordered, over half his cock now in my mouth and I obeyed, suddenly hungry to do just that, taste his cum. "You look so hot with a big cock in your mouth, faggot," he moaned, a minute later, the derogatory name became a harsh quick hit of reality, yet instead of a burning shame I should have felt, I heard myself moan on his cock as I tried to take more of his monster in. "Shit man," he groaned, "you really are a natural little cocksucker. I bet you are already imaging my cock in your virgin little man pussy." The suggestion and term man pussy should have been absurd, yet the idea suddenly seemed like a natural next step, my cock dying to break free from its restrictive home. "Proof of your worth, faggot," he grunted and without warning shot his cum in my mouth. I don't know what I expected it to taste like, but it was shockingly salty sweet. I swallowed as much as I could but I gagged on the excessive amount and some came out my mouth. Much to my own shock, I apologized, "Sorry, it was just too much cum." "It's ok, cocksucker, you did pretty good for a virgin," Bulldog replied, "getting over two-thirds of me in your mouth on your first time was pretty impressive." "Thanks," I said absurdly, oddly flattered by his compliments, proud I had impressed him. "Ready for your movie?" he asked. "Pardon?" I asked, thinking I was done. "That was just your appetizer. To guarantee your undying loyalty we need you in a very compromising position," he informed me, his cock surprisingly still fully erect. "What else am I expected to do?" I asked, although deep down I already knew. "You must first get naked, get a cock nice and hard with your mouth and then have him take you in your man-pussy," he informed me, casually like he was talking about the weather. "My man pussy?" I questioned as if that were the only odd thing said. "Yes, straight faking faggots like you get fucked in your man pussy, or your ass if that makes you feel better," he said, before ordering "Get naked." "Here?" I asked, praying there was somewhere private having accepted the reality that I was going to get fucked, Bill's promise coming true. Oddly, an acceptance had come over me and instead of fear and disgust, I felt instead intrigue and excitement. My cock was rock hard and had been for awhile. "No, go onto the stage," he pointed. "Please no," I pleaded. "This isn't a negotiation," he replied firmly. "Now, go. We have a pretty big surprise for you, both literally and figuratively." Anxieties now filling me with dread and fear at being the center of attention, I slowly walked to the currently empty stage. "Our newest dancer is Martin, he is a marketing representative out of Detroit here to seal a deal with Parker's House. An hour ago he was as straight as an arrow, but one look at Bulldog's magic wand and another straight one is converted. Without further ado I give you our newest addition to the Iron Rod family, Martin," a speaker said over the intercom like you would hear when a stripper was introduced. Straight No More: Getting Ahead Straight No More: Getting Ahead Summary: Straight man's interview includes taking cock in both holes. NOTE: This is a NUDE DAY 2014 contest story so please vote. Thanks: Richard, goamz86 and MAB7991. Straight No More: Getting Ahead This was the biggest opportunity of my career. A shot at joining the most respectable law firm in Seattle. I had already gone through two preliminary interviews and today was the big day. I felt very confident I would get the job. The interview lasted over two hours, and by the time it was done I no longer felt as confident. The interview went well, yet a lot of their questions were a bit strange. For example: -Are you willing to do whatever it takes to close a deal? The question itself was obvious, of course. Yet the follow up question had me slightly perplexed. - On that note, are you willing to do things that may upset your wife if she found out? The question was strange and I joked that I often upset my wife. One of the partners, Mark, an Italian, pointed out, as if to clarify the oddity of the question, "It's just that you must understand that what happens at the firm, stays at the firm." Jim, one of the two black partners, added, his tone ominous, "Especially concerning our after work meetings." "Yes, especially those," Mark agreed. A few more questions and they asked me to step outside for a few minutes as I tried to wrap my head around the strange questions and peculiar tone that accompanied them. A few minutes became half an hour which at first had me thinking the longer they talked the better, then I realized that the longer they talked the more likely they had questions about me. Finally, as my anxiety grew, Mark came out and asked, "Can you stick around for a while?" "Of course," I nodded, willing to sleep over if I had to. "Great," Mark nodded. "Sarah here will give you a tour while we finish up some last minute issues." "Okay," I nodded, as a busty blonde walked out of the office. "Come with me, Simon," she offered, leading the way in a tight leather skirt and black seamed pantyhose, the kind you never see anymore. Half an hour later, introduced to a ton of people whose names I wouldn't remember, including two more partners, Arron and Bobby, I was back where we started. I was brought back into the big interview room where Mark, Jim and now, the head of the firm, Oliver, were sitting. Oliver greeted me jovially, "My boys here say you are a perfect candidate for the firm." "That is great, sir," I nodded, thrilled to hear those words. "This is a very close knit family here, Simon, there are no sirs here," he explained, before adding again ominously, "although at our after work meetings you may meet a few sirs." Both Mark and Jim broke into laughter at an inside joke I didn't understand. "Okay, Oliver," I nodded. "Great," Oliver announced. "Now, Sarah will have a contract for you to sign tomorrow, but first I insist you come and join us for some relaxation." "Of course," I agreed without hesitation. "Excellent," Oliver nodded. "Boys, take Simon with you and I will meet you there in a while." I was curious where we were going, but I just followed along, happy to be close to being hired. When we got downstairs, a car was waiting for us. I asked, "We have a driver?" "It's better for discretion," Jim answered, which really only confused me more. But not wanting to look like a novice, I just went along with it. Fifteen minutes later we were pulling up to a place called Steamworks. It wasn't a restaurant like I thought we would be going to, but I thought it may be a strip club...ironically I was kind of right. Jim stressed as we walked into the building, "Just be casual, Simon." "Of course," I laughed, casually, even though his words were again ominous. Inside, I realized it was indeed a club...seemingly an exclusive strip club, as Jim nodded to the Brad Pitt lookalike at the entrance who greeted, "Welcome back, Jim, Mark. And who is the new recruit?" "Simon, he may be our newest associate," Mark replied, before adding, "just add him to our monthly." Jim added, "If all plays out as expected here." Again his tone was ominous, as if I still had a test to pass...at a strip club. "Welcome, Simon," the ridiculously good looking guy said, not that U was remotely interested in men at the time, I just could tell when a guy was good looking. "Thanks," I nodded, the treatment very strange. "You will leave here a different man," he added, again adding to the strange undertones that this day was filled with. Jim laughed, "That's the truth." Mark said, "Let's go hit the sauna." "Sauna?" I asked, "I didn't bring any trunks." "It's a men's only club," Jim laughed, "you don't need any trunks." I wanted to protest...I don't get naked with other men usually, yet I didn't want to lose out on my dream job because I was seen as a prude. "Oh, okay," I nodded, pretending to be all right with the awkward situation...still unaware of what kind of club this was. I assumed at the time it was a YMCA type of place. The attendant gave us towels and I followed along down a long hallway that had a bunch of rooms, a few closed, others open. Glancing inside I realized these were not normal rooms but private rooms like you would see at a strip club...but this wasn't a strip club...suddenly the light bulb went on inside my head. I was in a gay club. A chill went up my spine at all the ominous comments and anxiety began to hit me at the prospect that they expected me to perform some sort of sex act. We reached the lockers and Mark and Jim both began undressing while I stood there unsure what to do. Jim, shirt off, said, although it sounded like an order, "Get undressed, Simon. Otherwise the sauna isn't overly comfortable. I laughed, again trying to be casual when in reality I was freaking out, "Yes, I guess I would stick out like a sore thumb." "Oh," Jim added, "you already stick out." I began taking off my tie as the other two began dropping their trousers. I had seen many men naked before, as I had played college football and worked out at the gym almost daily, yet somehow this was different. I mean, I have seen men naked often, yet never even gave a second thought to it. For example, I have seen my good friend Barry naked a thousand times at the gym, yet I couldn't tell you if he has a big or small cock. Yet, as I finished taking off my dress shirt, Jim tugged off his underwear and I was staring at his massive black cock. I quickly looked away not wanting to give any remote hints that I was anything but 100 percent straight. I finished undressing, never looking towards either of them, as I heard locker doors open and close. Jim said, "You can put your clothes in locker seventy-three, Simon." "Okay thanks," I nodded, looking up and seeing him looking directly at me now only in my underwear. Mark said, as if sensing my trepidation, "Don't worry, Simon, no one here bites." "Unless you ask them to," Jim added with a laugh. I couldn't help it, I glanced down again to see his flaccid cock dangling between his legs, which seemed bigger flaccid than mine was erect. "No worries," I shrugged, as I took off my underwear to reveal to them, if they were looking, a very small, shrivelled up cock. I put my clothes in the locker, and followed them out of the locker room and shower area to a steam room. It was massive. You could stand or sit and it even had a large television in it. When I glanced to see what was on, expecting sports highlights, I gasped as I saw a white guy taking black cocks in both his mouth and ass. I immediately looked away even as my own cock began to grow against my will. I begged for it to behave itself, getting an erection in front of a group of men, was definitely not what I wanted...especially at a gay club. A couple men were sitting relaxing, and seemed to be watching us. I continued to follow Mark and Jim as they walked across the steam room. I gasped a second time as I saw an older man, easily in his sixties, sucking a much younger man's cock. I had never seen a live sex act not involving myself ever...never mind a gay one. Jim said, "Hey, Calvin." "Hey Jim," Calvin nodded enjoying the blow job, "Whose the fresh meat?" "Our newest potential hiring," Jim answered, before adding, "if he passes the last part of the interview." Calvin laughed, as the old man never stopped bobbing on his cock, "Well, you do have a very through hiring process." I couldn't believe I was watching this old man suck cock, seemingly not remotely embarrassed to have others watching while he did it; I also couldn't help but feel excessive trepidation at their discussion and the implications I assumed went with it. Calvin added, now looking at me, "Looks like your new recruit is excited about completing his oral interview." My face went beet red at the obvious implication and the reality that my cock was almost completely hard. Jim looked down at my crotch and smiled, but didn't say anything. I followed along through the sauna and saw there were also glory holes to the one side. Most were empty but one young man was sucking on a cock. Shockingly, frustratingly, my own cock was now completely stiff...even though the idea of sucking cock was repulsive and the idea of being sucked by a guy definitely felt like cheating on my wife. Mark and Jim both finally sat down in a somewhat secluded area and Mark began, "Simon, do you believe in loyalty?" "Of course," I said, still standing, unsure what to do. Jim clarified, "We mean utter loyalty." "Sure," I said, although my tone was more a question than an answer. Mark continued, "You see, our firm is very busy and we often don't see our wives enough...but we still have needs that must be taken care of." "Okay," I said, unsure whether he was explaining why we were here or what he expected from me. Jim asked, "Have you ever sucked cock before?" Even though the question shouldn't have come as a surprise with all that had led up to it, still I was stunned as I stammered, "P-p-pardon?" "I'll take that as a no," Jim chuckled, amused. Mark explained, "You see Simon, as he began to explain, we believe in creating a very close knit group, one where trust and loyalty overrides everything else." Just then a rather flamboyant young man walked in, dropped to his knees and took Jim's cock in his mouth without a word. Jim continued, as if he wasn't getting his cock sucked by a young man, "So we need to see how far you are willing to go to show your utter loyalty to your new associates." I heard 'new associates' and understood instantly that if I wanted to join this prestigious firm, I would have to submit sexually. Although I had never even remotely considered man on man sex, my cock was undeniably stiff as I witnessed the gay sex acts that had confronted me...which only confused me more. I asked, even though I knew the answer, "You want me to suck your cock?" "Well, that will be part of your duties," Jim nodded. "Part?" I asked, my shock and awkwardness clearly amusing him. "Yes, as the newest member you would provide sexual release for all our elder associates when requested," Jim informed me, the cascade of expectations hitting me like Niagara Falls crashing down on me. Matt added, seemingly playing good cop to Jim's bad cop, "It's not as extreme as Jim makes it sound." "I'm not sure I understand," I said, even as I continued glancing down at the man bobbing on Jim's big cock. I couldn't fathom how anyone could take that much in their mouth. Many girls gagged on my average six inch cock. Jim, as if reading my mind, said, "It's okay, I don't expect you to take all nine inches in your mouth the first time." After a pause, he added, "They do say, though, that practice makes perfect." "I'm not gay," I clarified. "Neither are we," Jim replied. "We each have beautiful wives." "My wife wouldn't understand," I pointed out, desperate to get the job and not have to suck cock. Mark countered, "We don't tell our wives of our Steamworks excursions, and most men here are not gay." "Really?" I asked, trying to comprehend how that could possibly be true. "What happens at the Steamworks, at the office or on trip stays at the Steamworks, at the office or wherever we go," Jim added. "There are a few types of men who come here. One, the guy who adamantly declares he is straight, but loves to suck cock." "That doesn't even make any sense," I countered. "It shouldn't," he nodded, "I once thought the same thing. Yet, there are many who fit this description. They won't kiss a guy, they won't allow themselves to be sucked and they definitely won't do anal, yet they love sucking cock," as Mark continued his explanation. Jim then continued, "You'd be surprised how many men actually fit this description. I'm sure you will meet Adam later today, he is a regular." "Yes, Adam is the perfect example," Mark continued, flowing freely from Jim as if they were the same person. "Adam is an accountant, married and has five children, yet he is also the best cocksucker here." "I can't fathom such a person," I said. "And when you meet him, you would never think he loves nothing better than a cock in his mouth," Jim added. Mark continued, "The second type is the flamboyant, obviously gay type who loves to suck and be fucked, like our boy Cody here. Isn't that right Cody?" Cody allowed Jim's stiff cock to slip out of his mouth, shiny with his saliva, as he turned to me and said, his voice so stereotypically gay he could be the poster boy for the movement, "Yes, nothing better than cock in my two fuck holes." I stared at him, stunned by the phrase 'fuck holes', as he glanced at my cock. "Did I get you that hard?" I stammered, uncomfortably, "N-n-no." He moved from Jim and knelt in front of me, grabbing my cock. His voice disconcertingly high, he asked, "Will I be your first cocksucker?" I was about to protest, when my cock disappeared in his mouth. My eyes went big at the thought of a clearly gay man sucking my cock while men I admired and wanted to work with watched. I also couldn't believe how good his mouth felt...so much better than my wife or any other woman who had ever given me a blow job. Mark, as if reading my mind, explained, "Men give way better blow jobs than women, just as women, I assume, eat pussy way better than men." Jim chimed in, "Yes, like who the fuck cares where the g-spot is." I wanted to talk, to pull my cock out of this guy's mouth, yet whatever he was doing by creating extra saliva was making the pleasure so intense all I could do was enjoy it. Just then, a middle aged man came in and asked, as casual as if he was asking someone if they wanted to play pool, "Does anyone here want their cock sucked?" "We were just talking about you, Adam," Mark said. "All good things, I hope," he responded, looking exactly like an accountant...as stereotypical as that sounds. "Telling our new potential associate about the straight cocksucker theory," Mark explained. Adam chuckled loudly, his pot belly shaking, "You and your straight cocksucker theory." "Do you allow anyone to suck you off?" Mark asked. "Just my wife," he answered, before adding with another belly laugh, "on my birthday or when she is really drunk." "And you don't give or receive in the ass?" Mark continued. "God, no," he said disgusted. "But you love a nice cock in your mouth?" Mark questioned. "Nothing better," Adam agreed without a hint of shame. "And you love to swallow load after load of cum," Mark added, looking at me. "It tastes better than wine," he nodded, moving to Mark and adding, "on that note, I think I will retrieve my first load of the day." Jim joked, "Getting a late start today?" Adam, strangely comfortable with the reality that he was a cocksucker, quipped as he dropped to his knees, "I'm surprised I'm not shaking from going through withdrawal." Jim added, witty as usual, as Adam took Mark's cock in his mouth, "Well, go and get a withdrawal." I watched Adam suck Mark as Mark explained, acting natural, "Adam won the cocksucking showdown last year." I moaned, not in reaction to Mark's words, but the amazing sensations this cocksucker was giving me. "Better than your wife?" Jim asked. "God, yesssss," I admitted, my balls beginning to boil. "He will swallow or take it on his face, the real faggots are cum crazed cum buckets," Jim added. His words somehow made the dirty act naughtier and I grunted as I spewed my cum down his throat a few seconds later. My wife didn't swallow, so the opportunity to get a blow job to completion for the first time since college was too good an offer to refuse. He kept bobbing, not slowing down at all, until every last drop of my cum was in his belly. Finally, he allowed my cock to slip out of his mouth and he looked up at me and said, all high pitched and sincere, "Thanks." "You're welcome," I absurdly replied. He turned back to Jim but Jim said, "Maybe later, it's time for our new recruit to finish his interview with a little bit, well actually a lot, of dictation." Everyone laughed as I stood there realizing all that stood between me and my dream job was sucking a black cock. Just then I heard voices behind me, "Did we miss the sealing of the deal?" I looked behind me to see the other two partners I had met briefly during my tour. Jim said, "Your timing is impeccable." Bobby, a ridiculously good looking guy, said, "Thank God, I will no longer be low cocksucker on the totem pole." Jim quipped, "Don't worry, Bobby, I won't let that mouth of yours get neglected." Arron, the other black partner, complained, "Why do you always get to break in the new cocksucker?" Being called a cocksucker was a huge slap in the face and Mark apologized, "It's okay Simon, we're all cocksuckers...it is not meant as a derogatory term." Oddly, that seemed to help. I wasn't gay...I was just doing what I had to do to get ahead...pun intended...like women have had to do their whole existence. Jim answered Arron's question, "First come, first serve." I watched the very straight looking Adam bob on Mark's cock and thought 'well, I guess I could be a straight cocksucker.' "Come on, Simon, join the team," Jim offered, pointing his big cock at me. Silently, I moved the few feet to him, tentatively dropped to my knees and was staring at his big cock, which looked even bigger when it was directly in front of me. 'It's just lke sucking a lollipop...a live lollipop', I thought to myself. "Don't worry, it won't bite," Jim joked. "And you better not either," Arron quipped from behind. I leaned forward, opened my mouth, and took his cock between my lips. "There you go," Jim moaned, as the first couple inches of his cock went into my mouth. I have since read a plethora of stories about straight men who become cocksuckers and, unlike most of those, my mouth didn't water when I first saw cock, I didn't eagerly want to try it and I didn't immediately feel like sucking cock was natural...what I did feel was awkward. His cock was super hard and much thicker than I anticipated...nothing like a lollipop. I slowly moved back and forth taking only the first inch or two in my mouth, the mushroom top feeling strange between my lips. Jim instructed, after a couple minutes, when I was scared to take more into my mouth, scared I would gag on his cock, "Just relax, Simon, and slowly take more in." I obeyed, realizing at this pace I would probably never get him off. I began slowly bobbing back and forth, taking a bit more in my mouth each time. "That's it, cocksucker," Jim groaned, "I think you will make a very good addition to the firm." Straight No More: Getting Ahead The idea that I was about to join the firm excited me, and oddly as I began to bob back and forth, I began to relax. I was getting almost half his cock in my mouth when I heard Oliver's voice, "You fuckers started without me." "We left his other hole for you," Jim quipped. My eyes went wide. Sucking cock was one thing, I was beginning to enjoy it, and they made it seem so casual that it didn't really seem wrong...just a very extreme type of male bonding. Yet, taking a cock in the ass, that seemed to cross every possible line. "On all fours, Simon," Oliver ordered, not asking my thoughts on the situation. I took Jim's cock out of my mouth and looked back, my eyes giving away my utter fear of what was expected. Oliver smiled, "It's okay, Simon, we will get your ass nice and ready for me." "I've never done this before," I said, instead of the more logical response, which should have been 'hell no!' "Don't worry, once you get used to it, you'll love it," Oliver said, before ordering me, his tone very firm, "On all fours, Simon." I didn't want to, I was petrified at how much it may hurt, yet I had already sucked a cock, so it seemed one more taboo act was trivial in regards to the bigger picture of my career. I silently got on all fours as instructed. Bobby moved behind me and poured lube down my ass crack. He said, "Just relax, I'm going to gape your ass a bit to prepare it for cock." "Okaaay," I tentatively replied, although I tensed up instead. I felt his finger rub around my butt hole and then his finger slipped inside. I groaned, surprised by the strange feel of having a finger inside me. Jim ordered, standing "Finish what you started." He shoved his cock in my mouth and I began sucking which was oddly a nice distraction from the finger violating my back door. Bobby wiggled it inside me and then warned a minute later, "Here comes a second finger." I whimpered as he widened my ass. Jim said, "Just relax, Simon, I'm going to take control now." I had no choice as he began slowly moving his cock in and out of my mouth. Somehow, this turned me on, my cock growing again. I felt shame that I was getting hard from my face getting fucked while I was simultaneously being fingered. Bobby spread his fingers in my ass, while Jim began pumping his cock faster into my mouth, about half his cock sliding between my lips. A minute later, Jim grunted, "I'm about to come." I prepared to swallow and was surprised by a few things when he came...he didn't shoot it deep in me, but rather it poured out of his cock; the taste I expected to be disgusting based on my wife's overdramatic reaction the one time she swallowed before we got married was pleasant and rather non-descript; lastly, and most shocking, as he pulled out once he was completely done filling my mouth with cum, I felt a brief sense of disappointment...I wanted more. Meanwhile, this feeling was short lived as Arron pulled his fingers out of me and Oliver asked, "Ready to seal the deal, Simon?" "Yes, sir," I answered, now more curious than petrified about taking a cock in my ass. As I looked behind me, Arron was sucking Oliver's cock. Oliver smiled, pulled his thankfully small, thin cock, out of Arron's mouth, moved behind me and rubbed his cock between my ass cheeks. Meanwhile. I was presented with my second black cock, as Arron offered me his cock, which was smaller than Jim's seven inch cock. Like in the stories I would read after my submission, this was when I became a hungry cocksucker. My mouth watered and I eagerly opened up to take his cock between my lips. As I began bobbing on Arron's cock, I felt Oliver's cock slowly put pressure on my rosebud. After a brief resistance, I felt his cock slowly slide inside me. I expected a major pain, but instead just felt a slight burn...a constant reminder I was being sodomized. I heard Bobby say, "Shit, I need my cock sucked." I was stunned to hear Jim say, "Bring that white thing here." I would have loved to see Jim take a cock in his mouth, it seemed more impossible to imagine than anything else, but did prove their theory of utter trust. Instead, I focused on the two cocks inside me. Oliver continued slowly pushing forward until he declared, "All in, Simon." As his cock lingered deep inside me, I couldn't deny I wanted to feel him fucking me. I wanted to know what it felt to be fucked. I took Arron's cock out of my mouth and said, sounding completely unlike me, "Please, fuck me, sir." "He is quite the submissive," Arron acknowledged, as he shoved his cock back in my mouth. I had never considered myself submissive, yet at this moment it was a rather appropriate description. I was enjoying pleasing the cock in my mouth and I wanted to feel myself get fucked. "You are going to be a great addition to the firm, Simon," Oliver said, as he obliged my request. He began slowly fucking me, the slight burn not going away, and yet an undeniable pleasure beginning to build unlike anything I had ever felt before. Meanwhile, like Jim, Arron began fucking my face, although with much more speed and aggression than Jim had. I began making loud slobbering sounds as I tried to not gag on the cock fucking my face. All seven inches eventually filled me as I felt his balls hit my chin. Oddly, I was proud that I could take all his cock in my mouth and wanted to taste his cum. Oliver continued to slowly fuck me, the pleasure continuing to increase, my own cock now rock hard and begging for attention. For a couple minutes, I was just a vessel of pleasure, on all fours, as two cocks slid in and out of me, until Arron grunted and without warning came in my mouth. Unlike the first load I swallowed, this one was what I had expected as I felt it spray into the back of my throat. He kept fucking my face until every drop of his seed was deposited into my belly. When he pulled out, suddenly horny as hell, I begged, "Harder, sir, please fuck me harder." Arron quipped, "I think we may have created a monster." "A cock monster," I ridiculously added, before begging, "More cock please." I couldn't believe my hunger, my insatiable desire to have more cock in my mouth. Mark said, "Straight cocksucker theory hits again." "Except he is getting his ass reamed," Bobby added, as Oliver shifted from slowly fucking me to indeed reaming my ass. "Holy fuuuuuck," I screamed, a sharp burn coursing through me as Oliver's cock went deeper in me than before. "Still want to be fucked harder?" Bobby asked, as Jim bobbed furiously on his cock. "Yessss," I moaned through gritted teeth, wanting the return of the pleasure the ass fucking was bringing me. Suddenly a wrinkled cock was in front of me, the same old man I had seen sucking cock earlier. It wasn't the cock I wanted, but it was a cock, so I opened up and took the shrivelled cock in my mouth. As it slowly grew in my mouth, I felt a sense of pride at the reality it was me getting him stiff. The burn in my ass again dulled as an increasing pleasure again building. "Such a tight ass." Oliver groaned. "And a great mouth," the older stranger grunted, as I easily deep throated his now hard five inch cock. The feeling of deep-throating a cock was exhilarating and I bobbed hungrily like a slutty coed. My deep-throat, fast-paced cocksucking had the old man breathing heavy in only a couple of minutes and soon he deposited a small load of cum in my mouth, I caught it all and waited till he pulled out to swallow the entire load. Focusing on the pleasure from behind, I continued, "God, I can't believe how good this feels. "What does?" Oliver asked. "Getting ass-fucked," I admitted, such words out of my mouth a couple hours ago having been an impossibility. "Are you willing to be a cocksucker and ass-slut for all of us?" Oliver asked, slamming his whole body into me creating an unfathomable pleasure. "Yessss," I eagerly agreed, knowing that this past half hour had changed my life entirely. "Even Jim's beast?" Oliver joked. "I want them allllll," I declared, my cock dying to burst. "You're hired," Oliver declared as he filled my ass with cum. My own body twitched and I came without having my cock touched, shooting a load all over the floor. "Shit, he just came from getting ass-fucked," Jim declared, having obviously finished getting Bobby off. The so-called straight Adam, who must have taken Mark's load, asked, "He was a virgin before today?" "As straight as they come," Jim said, laughing at his pun. As Oliver pulled out, my orgasm still tingling inside me, I asked Mark, curious where I fit in now (I wasn't a straight cocksucker, having loved a cock in my ass and I wasn't a flamboyant gay man) "so what other types of people come here?" "If you stay on all fours much longer, I'm going to really fuck your ass," Jim warned. My knees sore, I stood up, stretched and joked, "I think I'd better take the other guys in my ass first." Mark continued his conversation about types of men. "There are bisexual men who love fucking men and women, giving and receiving, there are closet gays who are straight in public but come here to suck cock and get fucked and there are straight men who are curious who come here to cross a line they were scared to do for years." "I'm none of them," I said, sitting down as cum leaked out of my ass. "Neither are any of us," Mark acknowledged. "We're another type. One that understands sex, with a man or a woman, is simply an ends to a means." "How so?" I asked, feeling shame suddenly for all I had done. It was one thing to suck cock to get a job, it was another have enjoyed it as much as I did. "We have high stress jobs and sexual release is critical," Mark explained, "and here we can come and let go." "Or come and blow," Jim quipped. I laughed, but admitted, "I just...I...." "You enjoyed it." Mark finished. And added, reading my mind completely, "and now you're feeling guilty at enjoying it, thus questioning your sexuality." I nodded. "We have all felt that way at first," Mark comforted, "Isn't that right, boys?" "Yep," they all answered. "That said, as time goes on, we all became comfortable with our sexuality and the reality that sex isn't strictly men and women but any configuration that brings pleasure and sexual release," Oliver added, as he snapped his fingers and Bobby quickly dropped to his knees and took his boss's cock in his mouth. Jim announced, "Enough touchy feely, bullshit. Let's finish initiating our newest associate." My eyes went big as I asked, "That wasn't it?" "That was the final interview," Oliver explained, "the initiation is a full scale orgy." "Oh my," I said, my cock growing as I stared at all the hard cocks surrounding me. "Get over here," Arron ordered, stroking his black cock. I, accepting my new duel life, moved to him, dropped to my knees, and took his cock in my mouth. The final initiation, I learned, was taking every partner's load on my face. A picture with over half a dozen loads all over my face was taken as leverage in case I ever broke confidentiality. Yet, as I took the cock of a complete stranger in my ass, while sucking on another stranger, I knew I would never break confidentiality...instead I knew that a new sexual hunger had been created. I wouldn't just be a cocksucker for my colleagues, I would regularly come to Steamworks to suck cock and take cock in my ass...I wasn't a straight cocksucker like Adam...I had become a truly bisexual man who could still fuck his wife and eat her pussy...while, conversely also loving a cock in my mouth or ass. As the stranger came down my throat and pulled out, I wanted more cock...more cum. Thankfully, at Steamworks there was never a shortage of cocks, big and small, black and white, young and old, to feed my new hunger. My mouth wasn't empty a minute when a chubby, middle-aged man offered me his small cock. I opened my mouth, took it in and continued my double-ended servicing of cock. Prologue: The job was everything I imagined it to be...and the fringe benefits of daily cock and cum made it a dream job. When not in court, I was at Steamworks were I ended almost daily and particularly on special days including: Bear hump, where I was used as a submissive cum slut for older hairy men who seemed to understand perfectly my desire to serve. Lights out, where things went dark and often turned into a strangers' orgy. Fall to your knees, a special Sunday service where I spent hours worshipping the glory of God's creation...COCK!!! THE END Straight No More Music started to the obnoxious 'Sexy and I know it' song as hoots and hollers began from the crowd. I stood frozen at first but after looking to Bulldog who just nodded and I noticed the judge had returned to the slow up and down on his big chocolate stick. I couldn't believe how my mouth instantly watered and I felt a hunger to suck his cock again even though his semen aftertaste was still in my mouth. Suddenly wanting to impress him, I started my dance. It was awkward and uncomfortable at first but when the first whistles came followed by money thrown on the stage I began getting into it. I just let go and allowed the rhythm to pulse through me. After the first chorus, I took off my shirt and tossed it in the growing crowd on the dance floor. More whistles, comments of take it all off and crumbled money had a huge adrenaline rush flow through me. I flipped out of my shoes as the spotlight stayed on me. As the second chorus ended a chant began, "Pants, pants, pants...." I obliged, adrenaline taking over as I unbuckled my belt and in one quick pull it was off. I tossed it on the floor as I unbuttoned my dress pants and unzipped it slowly as I looked directly at Bulldog. Finally, I pulled my pants down, again awkwardly, and was standing in front of over sixty men in my boxers, my erect cock poking out. I continued dancing, feeling somehow liberated at being almost naked. And as the song ended, I went for broke and pulled down my last remaining piece of clothing, revealing to all my six inch erect cock. The guys on the dance floor hooted, hollered, whistled and clapped as I stood in my birthday suit in a gay bar. An announcer returned, "What a riveting performance from our newest member. And now for his initiation." Anxiety again pulsed through me. "Walker, please join us on stage." My eyes went big, my face red as I saw Mr. Parker, the CEO of Parker's house who I spent all day with trying to convince him our company was best for his upcoming campaign, sauntering towards me. He smiled as he joined me on stage. "Surprised, boy?" he asked, his southern accent heavy. "S-s-sorry," I stammered. "Sorry, who do you think set you up? Bill became a good little bottom for us last year when he got the account and he suggested you would be a perfect addition to my boy harem," he revealed, unbuckling his pants. I was stunned. Even after sucking a cock and doing a strip tease, this was a shocking turn of events. The boss of the company I was trying to win over earlier today had somehow set this all up. The look on my face must have been equivalent to what I was feeling as he chuckled as his fully erect cock was unleashed. "How willing are you to get this contract?" A part of me wanted to punch him in his smiling face, yet another part of me knew I would do almost anything to get this deal and the promotion that would likely go with it. Yet, both these conflicting realities were overpowered by an undeniable hunger to suck his cock. I don't know what changed in me, as a couple hours ago there was no way I would even have considered sucking cock or any other faggot activity, yet there I was the thought of sucking cock overriding anything else. So instead of talking, I did what felt suddenly natural, I crawled to his stiff appetizing cock and took it in my mouth. "Good boy," he groaned as I began slowly bobbing back and forth, on his much more reasonable six inch cock. Determined to do what I couldn't with Bulldog, I continued taking more of Mr. Parker's delicious cock in my mouth suddenly wanting nothing more than to get him off. After a couple of minutes of adjusting to his cock in my mouth I finally deep throated him. He grunted, "You are one determined little cocksucker aren't you?" I moaned on his cock and was literally disappointed when he pulled his cock out of my mouth. "Time to make you forever a bottom," he said, just as I felt hands on my ass and cold liquid between my ass cheeks. I looked back and saw some young guy rubbing my ass with what was apparently lube. Three hours ago if any guy would have even vaguely touched my ass I would have put him in the hospital, yet now I was thankful for any assistance that would ease the impending pain. Mr. Parker moved behind me and said, "Beg me to fuck your ass, Martin." The added instruction enhanced the humiliation factor and yet I was no longer resisting my reality, but embracing it. The words out of my mouth sounded so absurd. "Please fuck my ass," I said. He rubbed his cock in-between my ass cheeks and said, "You can do better than that. A good bottom is an eager one." His cock rubbing between my ass cheeks was driving me crazy with anticipation and I didn't even hesitate as I moaned, "Please, sir, I need your cock in my ass so badly. Make me your bottom." "My personal faggot?" he questioned, his cock now at my anal ring. "God, yes," was all I could muster as the only thing on my mind now was his cock inside me. The thought so unthinkable a few hours ago was now all I wanted. "Tell me what you are," he demanded, as his cock head pushed forward. "Fuuuuck," I whimpered, as I felt my ass opened up and I admitted the inevitable. "I am a faggot, your faggot." "Good boy," he purred, as his mushroom cock broke through my last weak resistance. I don't know what I expected to feel, but the actual feeling was a blend of euphoria and pain. The feeling of letting go, giving in was intensely satisfying and yet the burn inside my ass hurt with a sharp pain that enhanced the pleasure-pain principle ten-fold. The sound out of my mouth was a similar moan of confusion, "Aaaaaaahhhhhoooooh." Mr. Parker's laugh, his hands on my hips, seemed to vibrate through me enhancing the stimulation and humiliation equally. He moved slowly forward, each inch inside bringing new pleasure and pain. My cock ached for attention as it stood erect even while I was being sodomized. I closed my eyes to control the pain and enjoy the pleasure, the conflicting feelings tossing and turning inside me. Time stood still as this odd equilibrium of pleasure and pain cascaded through me inch by inch. Suddenly he announced, "Good boy, my little bottom, you took all your Master's cock." I felt a rush of pleasure at knowing I had taken it all, yet was shocked at Mr. Parker referring to himself as my Master. "Say it faggot, say you want your ass fucked by your Master," Mr. Parker ordered, his tone shifting to authoritative and dominant. His cock was lodged deep inside me and all I could think about was having him fuck me. His cock had me feeling so full, yet the pleasure I wanted was just simmering below the surface and I hoped when he began fucking me the pleasure would come in waves. I didn't care about the audience, I didn't care about my dignity, I only cared for what I suddenly craved...to be fucked. So I replied like a good eager bottom, which apparently I had become, "Please Master, fuck your faggot's virgin ass. Make me your fuck-toy." "You are way more eager than your colleague," Mr. Parker said, as he began pulling his cock out of me. "Fuuuuck," I moaned as he began slow deliberate strokes. "You like that faggot," Mr. Parker asked. I couldn't deny how good it felt to have a cock sliding in and out of my ass. I moaned, "Yeeeeeeees." His strokes continued moving in and out slowly as I got used to having my ass filled and when another hard cock suddenly was tapping my lips. I didn't even hesitate to open my mouth, without even opening my eyes to see who it was, and I simply allowed another stranger's cock in my mouth. On all fours, it was awkward to suck, so I just allowed what came natural, I allowed him to fuck my face. Thankfully, his cock was small, but with each forward thrust I could feel his balls hitting my chin, which made the submission seem more humiliating and dirty. Yet, like each act of submission, I instantly craved the stranger's cum. After only a couple minutes, I heard a grunt and felt my mouth filled with the stranger's hot seed. I swallowed it all and opened my eyes to see a very flamboyant young man pulling his cock out of my mouth. "Welcome to our side," he said, his high pitched voice making my submission more humiliating as he was the stereotype of a queer I had always mocked so scathingly. An older gentleman replaced the queer, his cock still only semi-erect. Without instruction, I opened my mouth unbelievably still hungry for more cock. Mr. Parker asked, "James, ready for a back and forth?" "Sounds like a plan, Walker," the old man groaned, as his cock grew in my mouth, a feeling which was oddly satisfying, knowing it was my mouth making him grow. "Faggot, are you ready to fuck us both," Mr. Parker said, letting go of my hips. It took me a couple of seconds to understand his expectations. I was to fuck myself on his cock. Yet, another additional humiliation to this bizarre day. Yet, my eagerness to please him was all that mattered, and I began to slowly move back on his cock. Once it was fully in me, I moved forward, taking the older man's now fully erect cock completely in my mouth. I started slowly moving back and forth, taking all of Mr. Parker's cock in my ass and then all the older man's cock in my mouth. As I got into a constant rhythm, I began to pick up the pace wanting to be fucked faster, harder and deeper. It was unthinkable but true all I wanted was to be used. A couple of minutes of the back and forth, my ass slamming back onto Mr. Parker's cock, his cock going even deeper inside my ass, and I thought I may come without having my cock touched. Suddenly, the older man pulled his cock out of my mouth and furiously pumped his cock until I felt his sticky seed on my face as he used me like some cheap sorority whore. The act built on the humiliation and yet it only seemed to make me want more. Another cock replaced the last one and I continued my cocksucking train. "Where do you want my cum, faggot?" Mr. Parker asked. I didn't hesitate when I took the small cock out of my mouth and begged, "Fill my ass, my man pussy with your hot cum. I want to feel you fill me completely." "As you wish," he grunted and in a few more strokes I felt the incredibly bizarre yet ultimately satisfying feeling of being filled so full. My own cock quaked and shockingly I came harder than I had ever come before, as pulsation after pulsation shook my cock. Mr. Parker chuckled, "Wow, coming from having your man pussy pounded, you really are a little faggot aren't you?" "Yeeeees," I trembled as the greatest sensation ever quivered through me. Wanting more, I took the small cock back in my mouth and hungrily bobbed up and down again like I was some slutty co-ed. As Mr. Parker pulled out, I felt his cum leak out of my ass, again adding to the complete humiliation. To my surprise, a few seconds later my ass was full again with some stranger's cock which I couldn't see because I had a mouthful of cock. An hour later, my mouth had serviced over a dozen cocks (I lost count after six) most which I swallowed, a couple who coated my face and had my ass fucked by almost as many. By the time they were done with me my knees were throbbing, my ass burning and my jaw aching. Mr. Parker asked, "So did you enjoy your initiation?" I weakly answered, "Yes." "We have one more treat for you if you have any energy left," he said. Although my whole body was aching, my cock was still hard. I looked up my face sticky with cum, and answered, "Sure." "Well, it's your turn to top. Choose anyone you want, they will likely bend over for you. We are very accommodating here," Mr. Parker said. "So it seems," I replied, laughing slightly. I looked around and saw my hockey idol, but he was already being fucked by some large black man. I looked around suddenly hungry to fuck a man, again something that had never been a thought before today. Scanning the crowd, I saw the most flamboyantly gay guy I had ever seen and knew instantly he was who I wanted to fuck. In reality, he was almost a girl. I walked over towards him at the bar and he smiled instantly, as if knowing my intentions. He looked down at my cock fully erect and smirked, his voice disconcertingly high, "They always come to me." I suddenly was speechless. If he was a girl I would know exactly what to say and how to play the flirt game. Yet with this queer I was suddenly lacking confidence and feeling inferior to him. He said, "Use a line on me, baby." His high pitched voice which I would have made fun of before today was suddenly a turn on. I tried to be suave as I said, "I like your outfit." "That's all you got," he said. Sighing, I said, frustrated that he was making me work for it, "Look, I find you incredibly sexy and I choose you out of all the available men." "Kiss me." "P-p-pardon," I asked. "If you want to fuck me you have to kiss me," he said, knowing that he was trying to push me. Oddly, I had sucked cock, swallowed cum and been ass fucked and yet this seemed more gayer than any of those. "Here?" I asked. "Right here," he replied, smiling. I strangely found his smile sexy and suddenly kissing him was not so gay; instead it seemed natural. I leaned forward, tentatively, and kissed him. His lips were softer than any woman I had ever kissed and before I knew it I was being pulled into him. I slipped my tongue inside his mouth, hungry for more. Oddly, it was he who broke the kiss. "And you were straight before today?" he asked. Just as quickly as I was pulled in, I was pulled back to reality. "What? Yes, I am straight," I protested, even though such a declaration was really absurd now. "Yes, you are as straight as they come," he laughed, grabbing my hand and leading me to a corner booth at the back of the bar. I followed him, my eyes on his tight ass the whole time. "So what do you want, Sugar?" he asked as we reached a somewhat secluded part of the bar. I wanted to fuck him, but saying the words suddenly seemed difficult to say. "I um, I...." "You are so cute," he said, waving his fairy hand at me. Again what would have followed before today was my fist in his face, instead it had me blushing. "Aaaah, am I making you blush," he purred, as his hand went to my erect cock. I moaned on contact as he moved towards me and said, "I warn you, baby. Once you have had me, no woman will ever be good enough." As I looked at him speechless and horny, he slowly fell to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. His tongue swirled around my sensitive mushroom top slowly drawing me in. Somehow creating a whirlpool sensation on my cock with his mouth and saliva. I could see why he was so confident about his promise as it was easily the best blow job I had ever experienced. He easily took my whole cock in his mouth, not stopping until he had completely deep-throated my cock He then wowed me again as he grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me deeper into his mouth somehow. "Shiiiiiit," I whimpered, his mouth doing things to me I didn't even know were possible. Suddenly desperate to fuck him, I reluctantly pulled out of his perfect mouth and demanded, "Bend over faggot." He stood up and said, his tone surprisingly manly and in charge. "You are not in charge here, faggot, I am. Is that clear?" I stammered, "S-s-sorry." "Tell me you're my faggot," he ordered. "I am your faggot," I instantly repeated. He pulled his skinny jeans down and revealed he was wearing a bright pink thong. Take my panties off, straight boy," he ordered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. I grabbed the thin fabric and pulled it down his legs revealing he had at least an eight inch cock which seemed so big on his petite girl-like body. "Go ahead, suck it cocksucker," he ordered. I had come to fuck him and now I was back to being a submissive and oddly loving it. I took his cock in my mouth and tried to replicate what he had done to me. I don't know how he created so much saliva while having my cock in his mouth, but I tried. "Stop making love to it, queer," he said, "bob up and down like the eager little cocksucker you are." Again such verbal insults should have infuriated me but instead had my cock flinching. I obeyed, trying to take as much of his cock in my mouth as possible. After a couple of minutes of cocksucking, he pulled out and bent over the couch. I assumed he was finally going to let me fuck him, but instead he demanded, "Come lick my asshole, fag-boy." Again a new low of humiliation for me, yet the thought that he would eventually let me fuck him had me doing the disgusting task. I moved between his ass cheeks and paused as I stared at his white cheeks. "Hurry up bitch, I don't have all night," he impatiently demanded, before adding, "now get licking." I put my hands on his ass cheeks and pulled them apart revealing the small rosebud. It was hard to believe looking at the tiny hole that it could fit my cock in it. I leaned forward, extended my tongue and began licking. "That's it straight-boy, become the ass-slut you were born to be," he ridiculed, as I swirled my tongue around his rosebud. The taste was surprisingly not disgusting, not great by any means but no worse than some of the slut pussy I had munched on over the years. After a brief amount of time, he ordered, "Fuck my asshole with your tongue ass-licker, get it ready for your cock." My cock flinched at the implication that he was going to allow me to fuck him. I obeyed again, pushing my tongue like a small cock at his anal entrance. Slowly, but surely, I slightly penetrated his asshole and, although the act itself was so dirty, I felt a strange sensation of accomplishment at completing the task and hearing him moan. "That's it my pet," he moaned, "you love my ass don't you?" "Yes," I admitted awkwardly without taking my tongue out of his ass. "And what are you willing to do to fuck it?" he asked. "Anything," I said. "That is a pretty big scope of possibility," he said amused. "Anything," I again repeated, so intoxicated by him. "You will take me on a date tomorrow night?" he asked. My eyes went big at the question and yet such a concept no longer revolted me. "Yes," I agreed. "Out to dinner and a show?" he asked. "Wherever you want to go," I offered. "Hmmmm, and you will hold my hand and kiss me in public?" he pushed. I hesitated briefly as he was clearly seeing just how far I would go. Yet realizing I was in a city no one knew me, I figured such acts would be humiliating but worth it. Plus, if I changed my mind tomorrow, I already would have fucked him. "With pleasure," I finally answered. "Tell me how sexy you think I am," he asked. "You are beautiful, um," I began, realizing I didn't know his name. "Char," he offered. "You are beautiful, Char. Your lips, your eyes, your tight body and your ass are perfect," I complimented, as I surveyed each curve. "And my cock?" he questioned. "As delicious as the rest of you," I admitted. "Fuck you are a cute little submissive straight boy, I might just keep you as my personal plaything," he smiled. "I am yours to play with," I replied, without even realizing I had said it, the suggestion such a turn on. "Hmmmm, I can't wait to see what you say when you wake up in the morning," he smiled, before adding, "Now come fuck me straight-boy. Learn what it is to really be pleasured." I didn't need to be told twice as I quickly moved up behind his perfect ass and placed by cock between his ass cheeks. "Slide it in, princess," he purred. I obeyed, pushing forward and slowly sliding inside his tightness. For a guy who I assumed has been fucked many times in his ass, it was tighter than any cunt I had ever been in. He easily took all six inches of me and once I was fully in I paused in such awe of how perfect I fit in him. Straight No More "Fuck your cock feels great in my ass, baby," he moaned, his voice back to his girly gayness. I slowly started moving in and out and each stroke seemed tighter than the last as if he was somehow tightening his ass around my cock. "Fuck, you are so tight," I groaned, as I began pumping faster. "Just for you, princess," he moaned back. Being called princess was again a reminder of what had become of me and yet I just continued fucking his amazing ass. Thankfully having came a while ago on stage, I had a reasonable amount of stamina left in me. "Harder bitch, fuck your boyfriend's ass harder," he demanded. Being called his boyfriend surprised me and yet suddenly the idea was exciting. I obeyed, slamming into his tight ass as he continued to milk my cock with his ass. "Tell me what you are," he grunted, as I continued pounding him from behind. "I'm a faggot," I grunted; "a cocksucker," I groaned; "a submissive queer," I declared. "And what else," he asked, tightening his ass even more. "Your boyfriend," I admitted as I felt my balls explode into his ass. "That's it princess, shoot your cum in your boyfriend," he grunted, meeting my thrusts with his ass. "Fuck, yes, fuck," I babbled, as the most exhilarating orgasm off my life filled me with a pleasure way more intense than I thought possible. "Tell me you love me, princess," he said. "Oh fuck yes, I love you Char," I declared, the words seemingly real even though they were absurd. Spent, I pulled out of his ass and he turned around and ordered, "Suck me, bitch." I took his cock back in my mouth and bobbed back and forth desperate to take his cum. As I sucked him like the cocksucking whore I had apparently become, he said in his high faggot voice, "You love being my boyfriend don't you?" I moaned in the affirmative. "You will take me home to your parents and introduce me as your boyfriend," he added. The thought of my military father seeing me on my knees sucking cock suddenly popped into my head and fear cascaded through me. "Say it cocksucker, tell me you will take me home to mommy and daddy," he demanded, pulling his cock out of my mouth. I stared up at him, pleading for him not to make me declare such a thing. He tapped his cock on my lips and said, "Do as you're told, faggot or you will never have me again." The thought suddenly seemed impossible. I had to feel his lips around my dick, I had to feel my cock in his ass, I had to taste his cum shooting down my throat. Finally, I told him what he wanted to hear, "Fuck yes, I will take you home and introduce you to my parents." "And show me of to your friends," he added, outlining my lips with his mushroom top. "Yes," I agreed, so desperate to have his cock back in my mouth. "Good boy," he smiled, shoving hic cock back into my mouth. Surprisingly me again, he grabbed my head, holding me tight, and ruthlessly fucked my face, his balls bouncing off my chin each time he filled me. I struggled desperately to not gag as he used me as his personal cum deposit. Thankfully, his load came quickly as he coated my throat with a full load of gooey sweetness. There was so much cum I couldn't swallow it all and some dripped out of my mouth and onto the floor. Without even thinking, I lowered to the floor and licked the small pool of cum I had not swallowed. "And you used to be straight," Char said amused. Sitting back up, I took his cock back in my mouth searching for any last remnants of his addicting seed. He laughed, "I told you once you had me you would be addicted." Finally allowing his slowly shrinking cock to leave my mouth, I looked up and admitted, "I can't believe how good that was." "So where are you taking me tomorrow?" he asked, looking down at me. Standing up, I pulled him in for a kiss. As our tongues swirled around each other exploring every crevice of each other's mouths, I realized I had long sobered up. I also realized that everything I had just done with Char was of my own cognition. Although I wasn't sure I loved him, that seemed pretty extreme after just one time (even though my parents fell in love at first sight), but I strangely had feelings inside me right now that were unlike anything I had ever felt when I thought I was in love. Breaking the kiss and looking into his crystal blue eyes, I said, "Wherever my boyfriend wants to go." "You are such a faggot," he joked. "Your faggot," I quipped back. "That you are," he smiled as he bent back over and said, "Now come clean your boyfriend's ass. Your cum is leaking out of me like crazy." One final test, one final humiliation...eating my own cum. Yet, willing to do anything to please him (when had I become submissive?), I looked around at the bar that had changed my life (had this all began just a couple of hours ago with me hoping to get laid?), shook my head at the craziness of it all (had I really been the centerpiece of a gay orgy?), before falling to my knees (I was getting pretty used to being in this position) and burying my face in my boyfriend's ass (did I really have a boyfriend) to retrieve my cum. If this wasn't love, I don't know what was. EPILOGUE Back at my hotel, after having my ass-fucked by Char once more in a lengthy fuck session, I checked my phone messages and saw two from Bill. I hope you are enjoying yourself. No reply. You must be buried deep in cock. A smile crossed my face as I texted him back: When I return tomorrow your ass is mine Bill!!! My cock suddenly hard again at the revenge I had in mind, I returned to the bed and asked Char, "Ready for one more round, baby?" The End