Everything written here is true.
This is the story of how I slowly became addicted to cock, as a straight man.
I decided to divide my story in three parts, even though the real one is the last one.
This is the first time I write a story, but I wanted to share it.
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[ PART 1, When it all started ]
I’m a straight 22 years old man.
I’m a bit shy, even though I did some workout and I have a big and maybe nice body, I don’t know.
I have some luck with girls but, because of my shyness, I always messed up everything.
Everything started when I was 20 years old, during a party in my garden just in the middle of summer. My family was on holiday, so I had the house all for me and my friends.
I was doing some drinks with my shaker since I bought the tools and I like to play as a bartender.
At some point during the evening, one of my girl friend saw my muddler. For who doesn’t know, a muddler is a cocktail instrument that is used to stamp.
She asked jokingly: “Are you going to shove this in your ass?”
It was a funny joke but, for a moment, something lit up inside me, as if I was immobilized.
After some seconds, she laughed back again: “You looked so serious!”
I never thought of something like that.
I used to masturbate to lesbian porn in my teen ages, then I started with rule34 and so on. I really liked that stuff. Then, before realizing it, I was masturbating to futanari porn. I couldn’t believe it. I was really addicted to a girl with a penis, especially when they were both futas.
But I never, NEVER thought of surpassing that wall.
Never, before that moment.
And that’s how it started.
After the party, I didn’t want to stay with a single girl. I was alone in my house when I immediately opened a “futa x futa” porn to masturbate. I took the muddler I used to use to make drinks, spat on it and, slowly, I gently slipped it into my small, tight, virgin ass.
Void.
My brain was totally blacked out.
It felt amazing.
It hurt at first, it burned a little, but over time I was able to pick up the slow pace I was getting used to.
I liked to slowly put it in and take it out immediately after. And so on. Again, again and again.
The muddler I was using was made by stiff, cold green plastic which was hurting me a bit. But I was loving it.
Each time he slipped in and out, it was as if an explosion of new sensations were invading my mind, without my being able to control them. It was like I was learning to receive rather than give, and it was sensational.
However, while the slowness of the movement was satisfying my desire to want my ass full, it wasn’t enough for my hard fully lifted, stiff cock like never before, that just wanted to cum.
So I started jerking off as quick as possible, and my cum was spraying out of my big dick with a pressure and in such an amount I had never seen.
The feeling of cum while I was penetrated was the best sensation I felt in my entire life. I wanted more.
And that was the evening when it all started.
Every day after was only masturbating with my muddler. As a student, I couldn’t afford something better to use, and where could I hide an eventual dildo?
I tried some positions, looked some sissy hypno training porn.
And after a few days, it was time.
I was addicted to cock.
The first sissy hypno videos became shemale and, before realizing it, I was enjoying gay porn. I was really, really addicted to interracial bareback, whatever it is. I had no time to even think of that.
[ PART 2, The Muscle Girl ]
I remember one of the greatest cumshot of my life. I was scrolling instagram photoes of this big, muscled woman who was doing workout. I don’t know why, but in a photo she looked so manly. I imagined a very big, large, hard cock on her, penetrating me.
I took off my boxers, put my legs on the desk and violently thrust the muddler inside me.
Was it a muddler? Hell no, it was her big, strong cock penetrating inside me with some old, good violence.
I decided it wasn’t me in control of the situation, but her, with her dick. And she wanted to push harder in and out, in and out again of my little asshole.
And so I did.
It hurt, I didn’t have lube at home, but I wasn’t in control.
It was him, sorry, I mean her.
I began to scream softly. Fantastic.
But I still didn’t have total self-control, so I started jerking off as I violently shoved it inside. After a few minutes, I pulled out a deadly cumshot that ended up on the wall as well.
I thought my balls couldn’t hold such a disproportionate amount of cum. And every time I hit my prostate hard, the more it came out. It was a crazy orgasm, it lasted at least a minute. The more I saw the cum the more my cock got aroused and the more I wanted to be penetrated.
Suddenly I stuck out my tongue, as if I wanted to reach it.
I wanted the cum. I wanted the cum from her big, wide and hard cock.
Unfortunately, every time I came I suddenly lost the desire to taste it.
It took quite some time before I could taste some.
I didn’t like it and I didn’t like the idea of my cum very much, but I wanted to know how it tasted. The idea of sucking a nice cock until I have a nice cumshot in my throat, however, was an idea that always turned me on.
I think I preferred the idea of the cum inside my ass, I don’t know why.
[ PART 3, The Black Guy ]
Anyway, time passed.
It was an afternoon I was going to buy some charcoal for a barbecue that, in the parking lot in front of the shop, a big black guy looked at me smiling while I was going back to the car. He wasn’t very tall, not even that muscular, but he was still big enough. He was bald but had a pretty face. He greeted me softly and, I don’t know why, I felt really good, as if I had butterflies in my stomach.
I kindly responded to his greeting and we looked at each other while smiling until I got into the car and, eventually, drove away.
I was driving while a feeling of submission pervaded me. I wanted to go back and ask him if he needed a hand.
I don’t know for what, I just wanted to come back to him.
But I didn’t.
I was at home and during the day I always had this little feeling of remorse, and a great desire to be submissive to him, I didn’t know why. I was straight.
Night fell and I still couldn’t get these butterflies out. I couldn’t even fall asleep on my bed.
So I closed my eyes and started traveling with my mind.
I was in the parking lot, walking back to the car. The big black guy greeted me and asked if I wanted a hand. I politely replied no and that I just needed to buy some charcoal. “And you, do you rather need a hand?” I asked.
He smiled.
He took me to the back of the shop. It was an industrial area, with buildings and warehouses. I suddenly found myself inside some warehouse, but on an upper floor. It was almost dark, but you could see enough to distinguish faces and objects around.
The guy, who we’ll just call “the guy” because I didn’t know his name, dropped something on the floor towards a corner. He obviously did it on purpose, but I reached down to pick it up. I don’t know what it was, it wasn’t relevant. All I felt was this perpetual desire for submission that I felt in my chest and my back.
As I turned around, I found a really big, hard black cock in front of my face.
It was really beautiful. I could admire the shaved balls, black as well.
His dick seemed like calling me. Or maybe, it was just me who felt like a fish that wanted to bite the hook.
Slightly frightened, innocent words came out of my mouth: “Oh, n-no … I’m straight, I don’t like these things.”
But his gaze remained patient on me in silence.
His eyes were telling me he knew I was lying.
But I wasn’t lying! I didn’t like them.
And as I thought it, my neck was moving my head forward so slowly, as if drawn by a light gravity.
I brought my nose closer and sniffed quickly from the bell to the balls. The smell of his cock rose to my brain, like I was drunk. And just when I felt like drunk, I replied in a much more relaxed tone: “I don’t like these things.”
My eyes were almost half closed because of the smell. The guy stood still, as if waiting for me to be ready, for me to start falling in love with his cock.
I raised my lucid and helpless gaze towards him: “I… don’t…”
And immediately, with a fluency that was waiting to free itself, I kissed his bell and grabbed his penis with my right hand.
I quicky slammed it on my face three times as my eye sockets shot upward from pleasure.
The sense of domination was about to explode.
I was almost free from the chains that still prevented me from going all in.
I loved that feeling.
But I loved the idea to become completely submissive to him more.
His toy, his container of cum.
It was as if I wanted to become completely gay and I finally had the opportunity to do so. So I said slowly but firmly: “I’m straight.”
Exactly. I was straight. And I was finally going to be a cocksucker faggot bimbo sex doll. Just the thought excited me to death. My penis was hard enough to slightly pop out of my panties.
Before I even finished my statement, my head swooped over his big fat cock and I ate it as hard as I could.
I stood there, keeping it inside for a few moments, before pulling it out to quickly bang my head up and down to shove it down my throat.
Up and down, in and out. As fast as possible.
I wanted more. I wanted to be raped. I wanted to be an obedient fag cocksucker.
I liked cock so much that I needed to shove it on my face. I love to slam it in my eyes while I smell the stink.
I couldn’t resist the urge to stick out my tongue and make noises as I slammed it right in my face. I swear, I love it and I am fucking addicted to slamming a big fat cock on the face. I need it.
And so, from that moment, my ass needed to be filled.
It needed to be fucked roughly.
But it wasn’t time yet for it.
I needed to suck more. I needed to hear my shortness of breath after sucking his dick so much that i couldn’t breathe. I needed to feel my throat burning from how deep that big piece of meat entered inside.
I needed to bite and eat it.
It was not will. It was pure instinct when I took my hands and put them on the guy’s ass to give more thrust and bang his cock deeper in my throat.
I wanted, no, I needed more.
I was begging inside to be raped while my eye sockets kept going up for pleasure. My brain was becoming brainwashed by cock and I knew it.
I got even more horny for that.
At a certain point my ass could not resist anymore. I really needed to stick his fat black cock inside.
So I jumped up and pushed the stranger to the ground, took off my pants and moved my underwear to uncover my asshole.
I put my hands on his big, masculine chest. I wanted to lick it.
But just as I was about to sit on his penis, he took and threw me face up on a desk.
I started crying.
I was begging with tears in my eyes from need: “Someone fuck me, PLEASE!”
The dude took my legs and spread them.
Then, he tore my boxers up to show my hard penis, which liked all this so much.
Suddenly he took control of me, but softly asked: “Are you ready to become gay?”
My breath marked a pause.
“There is no going back.”, he continued.
I wanted it. I WANTED IT.
I wanted to become gay, I wanted my brain to be brainwashed and only think about cock.
I wanted to be fucking dominated and owned.
“Yes.”
He started to push his dick inside me really slowly.
As I felt the warm, hard, thick piece of fat meat enter through my anus, my eyes widened more and more.
My lips parted, and my legs started shaking, craving for cock.
My arms were grabbed by the guy who was slowly settling on top of me.
It was completely different from how I used to masturbate. You could feel the softness of the skin, the warmth that pervaded inside, the strength of the flesh. The unreachable sensation exploding on my back of the prostate being touched and pushed by the cock.
And so, slowly, I was finally being fucked.
I do not remember how long it took before the pace increased. I remember that I liked using the lubricant, I liked having some liquid inside, but I don’t remember when and how it was applied.
All I remember was that feeling of absolute domination, as if the feeling of butterflies in my stomach pervaded my entire body, and mind.
He took my hands in his and brought his face close to mine. Only a thin layer of air separated our lips, but there was only one kiss during the whole event.
Then… my notions of “pleasure” changed completely.
The dude was pushing harder, faster and deeper on my prostate.
It obviously started to hurt me.
I wanted it to stop, but at the same time I wanted it to continue. I didn’t want to suffer, but I wanted to continue to feel pain. It was proof that I was definitely dominated, that I was his sex toy, his container of cum.
The pain in my prostate was proof that his big black cock was banging me.
I started screaming.
My eyes became bright.
I really wanted this ambiguous feeling of quitting and not quitting to continue forever. I couldn’t understand if I was experiencing pain or pleasure.
The guy slapped my cock.
It hurt me, but I liked it so much.
I didn’t understand, but I was enjoying, so I kept screaming as a slut.
I found myself on all fours. This excited me to death.
I loved when he slammed his cock inside me from behind, grabbing my ass like it was his property.
I loved being spanked like I was bad and had to be punished.
I loved to cry and be punished as I answered yes to his questions:
“Will you be my sex slave from now on?”
“Will you come and get fucked every time I call you?”
“Are you addicted to my fat black cock?”
My answers came out filled with screams of pain.
But they were screams of who is enjoying that pain and is in NEED of it.
Again, and again.
The bull took me by the wrists and pulled my arms to him. I was leaning only on my knees, bouncing back and forth.
Meanwhile, my cock was bouncing too, until something like cum came out. It wasn’t quite cum, it seemed more liquid and thin, but still whitish.
Suddenly an intense wave of pleasure came to my brain as I was pissing with my tongue out, and tears in my eyes.
You could tell he was fucking me as if I was a faggot bimbo fuckdoll.
I was still pissing when I screamed in pain: “I want it inside!”
“Please fill me with your cum!”
I really wanted it.
I wanted his hot and juicy nice cumshot to squirt like an exploding fountain inside me and to feel his cock rubbing into my ass full of cum.
I wanted to be his endless cum container while pissing like an animal.
His own, personal object.
And so I came.
My cum was leaking very hard as my penis bounced from side to side.
My prostate squashed by the cumshot of a cock continuing to penetrate me.
My screams of pleasure cushioned by my tongue out.
My ass grabbed like a woman’s one.
My tears of joy.
The feeling of cumming while they bang your prostate is unattainable.
But that feeling of being left there like a tool after being fucked, the cum slowly dripping out of your asshole and onto your skin as you finally feel your ass satisfied, the guy who is watching at you and at your face full of pleasure…
I became a faggot.
I became a cocksucker faggot bimbo sex doll.
I was finally brainwashed to cock.
I was addicted to it, and I loved to feel like that.
I couldn’t move a muscle.
The only thing my brain was able to conceive, was that I had a look filled with pleasure.
My asshole had been stretched so that I could feel the fresh air coming in and settling on the huge amount of cum that I felt dripping out.
It was the best moment of my life.
I would have loved to have asked the guy to call a friend of his and get me fucked from behind and in the throat at the same time after that.
I really wished someone to put his balls on my face and abuse me while I couldn’t move a muscle because of pleasure.
But unfortunately, all of this was just a jerk-off.
The best jerk-off of my life.
Even today I can’t reach what I felt that night.
I still dream of getting fucked by that big black stranger and becoming his faggot container.
Simply to me, the feeling of fucking a girl will never surpass the one of being completely dominated. I am not quite attracted to the male body however. The idea of kissing a man doesn’t appeal to me, but the one of sucking his cock and being banged keeps coming back to my head.
Especially if they are the first to approach me.
Today my ass is still virgin but, should the opportunity arise, I’d gladly get banged.
The only things I want are to slam a big cock on my face and be filled with cum inside while I cry from pleasure. Am I asking too much?