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My first gay experience, at my friend Scott’s pool party, was life changing. I had gone there believing I was absolutely straight, yet very comfortable being around gay guys, and ended up submitting to my deep sexual urge to be fucked by a guy and to suck a guy’s cock, two of each actually. For a week afterward I thought about the experience, never feeling shame or guilt, just the euphoria of pleasuring four men, consuming their cum, using my asshole, now my man cunt, and using my mouth to bring all four men to ecstasy. I jerked off every time I thought about it. Then I would eat my own cum to refresh my memory and the pleasure it brought me to guzzle their cock sauce. My asshole would dilate when I jerked off, a conditioned reaction to the huge flesh pole I impaled my ass on, over and over, until Ray’s cum was painting his shaft with jism as I slid up and down his cock. Or the reaction to Dylan driving his cock to the entrance of my bowels, filling my spillway with his hot semen stew. No, regret wasn’t the problem. My problem now was telling my fiancé, Liz.

I had always been straight, at least sexually, until that day. But I realize now that I didn’t suddenly fall through a gay trap door, I had been telling myself I wasn’t interested in cock and definitely wasn’t gay, but my body knew how I really felt. Maybe I was bi, I thought. Or maybe I was craving sex with someone with both sex organs, like with a T- girl or in futanari porn. I did spend time researching the possibilities through porn. But I always found one common denominator: it was the huge cock on the beautiful transsexual, the enormously exaggerated cock and balls in the animated futanari videos, the massive cock penetrating the smooth asshole in gay porn, and the incredibly large cock fucking the pussy in straight porn. It was cock I was attracted to, pure and simple. But why hadn’t I seen this before? What clues were there? I had to be sure I wasn’t still into pussy.

I took my fiancé Liz on a date that Friday night, one that would be sure to end up with us fucking: dinner, drinks, and watching a sexy movie, not porn though, that she had downloaded for us. We ended up at her apartment, a little buzzed, relaxed but excited about the anticipated sex, I mean lovemaking, we would be enjoying soon. We watched her movie, with way too much plot and some so-so R-rated lovemaking scenes, and were undressing each other in her bedroom. I took her nightie off, unleashing her perfect tits, full and round and very firm. Her nipples were like pink pencil erasers, firm and erect. Guys always assumed Liz’ tits were fake but they’re just nature’s best. Liz’ abs are flat and she even has a four-pack showing through. She spends a lot of time in the gym perfecting her body. Her long legs are sculpted and strong and her full, firm ass bubbles out beautifully. When she walks in heels her ass looks like two cats fighting in a sack. Her hips curve in a sweep, wider than her waist. No boy-body here. She keeps her bikini area shaved completely and her pink pussy lips open like a butterfly spreading its wings when she’s turned on. She was wearing some lacy panties that allowed me to see her big tight ass cheeks and deep ass cleavage, but opaque material covered only her labia and slit. This woman is truly beautiful, and ultra sexy. She slid onto the bed and laid back, arching her hips toward me. I gently slid her panties over her curvaceous hips and down her legs. I could smell the aroma of her sweet pussy, flushing with vaginal lube for what was coming next. Liz slid my underwear down to my ankles. She was curious why I had started wearing G-strings and cock sacks that were nothing more than a thin strap of material attached to a marble bag. Some were neon colored. One was a jock strap with a zipper on the pouch. Cock-teasers like that aren’t available at Nordstrom’s. I told her I was tired of the same old jockeys. Liz pulled her knees back and opened her thick, muscular thighs, ostensibly for me to eat her bare, wet pussy out. I brought my face down to her bald vagina and could see her lips were opening with anticipation. Her pussy juice was shimmering in a rivulet as it left her labia and ran down to her smooth asshole. I took a moment to appreciate the lucky situation a guy like me was in. I held her thighs apart by grabbing her ass cheeks. She gasped and at the same time reached down between my legs for my cock. Her hand found my very large cock. “What’s wrong?”, she asked. My cock was completely limp. “What was wrong?”, I asked myself. This woman is the epitome of beauty and sexiness and she wants my cock in her, and my cock apparently has no interest in that.

I tried to explain my erectile dysfunction as stress, too much to drink, too hard of a workout that day, but none of it was selling. The truth is that once I had my ass and mouth fucked and filled with hot man cum, Liz’ vagina just wasn’t appealing to me anymore. Pussy is soft, sweet, and pliable. A good erect cock is hard, musky, and rigid. A woman’s ass is pillowy, soft and round. A fuckable man’s ass is firm, muscular and chiseled. A woman’s breasts are curvy, bulbous and soft. A hunky guy’s chest is slabs of firm, square muscle. One is feminine and desires a leader in the bedroom, but in a gentle cooperative way. One is masculine and wants only to use the other for his hedonistic satisfaction. I wanted to submit to a masculine Adonis. I wanted, no needed, a man’s hot breath on my neck as he rubs his cock up and down my ass crevasse, lotioning my sphincter with his pre cum. Then, when his cock is fully hard and my love hole is dilated and slippery, he forces his massive member into my ass. I needed a big, really big, thick, veiny, rock hard cock with a large pink sculpted dick head dripping pre cum bearing down on my mouth, intending to use my mouth to satisfy its lusty needs and unleash all its stored semen into the back of my waiting throat. Liz even tried giving me head to get me hard but it was no use. I needed the clock in MY mouth to get turned on. Liz always avoided ever getting any cum in her mouth, but I was desperate to swallow loads of it. Liz always wanted me to fuck her from on top or behind and always wear a condom. I needed to be on the bottom, getting my ass fucked, by more than one guy in a night, and never with a condom. I needed to see and feel the man-seed pumped into me and then leaking out of me. Liz and I fought for a while after our failed lovemaking session and I drove home thinking about how my sexuality had changed. Once I was home I felt super horny and I turned on some gay porn and immediately got hard as a rock. I lubed up my very large, very stiff cock, lubed up three fingers and inserted them in my ass, watching in the mirror as my rectum stretched past the second knuckles, and jerked off to a gay compilation of big cocks giving anal cream pies. I ate my cum puddle, wishing it was some other guy’s jism.

Liz and I tried and failed several more times to engage in sex in the following weeks, always leading to an argument, accusations and bad feelings. She wondered why I had taken to shaving my cock, balls and ass and started taking supplements to increase the intensity and and cum load of my orgasms, why I was stocking up on Viagra and bought a cock ring. I said I was anticipating using it all on her when things improved. There are tons of on-line quizzes about why your boyfriend stopped sleeping with you; him being gay was almost never in the answers, but it seemed pretty obvious to me. I was taking quizzes too, about my sexual orientation, but most of them were just jokes and time killers. Finally, Liz insisted we try therapy. I agreed, thinking the worst that could happen is that I learn the truth about myself. Liz has a close friend from college who was a therapist at a small couples therapy office. I don’t know why you would want your friend to know about your bedroom issues but apparently Liz really trusted her because they had been roommates in school.

There were lots of questionnaires to fill out before we started counseling and the therapist, Jane, had some pretty probing lines of questioning for us and for me. After our fourth session she said, “Darren, do you think you might be gay or bi?” “No way!”, Liz jumped in to answer for me before I had to decide whether to lie or not. “He’s always fucked me like a stallion, until recently. There’s no way he’s gay. He’s been engaged to two other women before me. That’s not something a gay guy does!” Jane’s eyebrows arched as if to say “it isn’t?” She could see that that theory had Liz upset so she suggested we just run some standard tests, about relationships, general emotional stability, etc. , oh and sexual orientation too. All very standard. For both members of the relationship of course. Liz and I agreed. I was worried about what it was going to reveal about me but the results would have to be confidential between the patient and doctor, I was pretty sure. A battery of tests asked every imaginable question , including things like “Have you ever had a crush on someone of the same gender?”, “Have you ever fantasized about having sex with some of the same gender?”, “Have you ever wanted to have a romantic relationship with someone of the same gender?”, and “Have you ever had sex with someone of the same gender?” I answered honestly figuring they would be able to detect it if I was lying, “Yes”, “Yes”, “Yes” and “Yes”. They asked the same questions about someone of the opposite gender too and the answers were the same, but because they referred to my entire past. That didn’t reflect where I was now though. I figured the worst case would be a diagnosis of some blending of orientations. I had read that most people aren’t strictly one orientation or the other. When the results from the questionnaires came back Jane said she wanted to run a lab test on me, it would be no big deal. I said sure, and made an appointment.

When I showed up at the test center, in the psychology department of a local university, several young grad students were milling around in their white lab coats and with clipboards under their arms. Jane introduced me to William, a strikingly handsome young man with a lantern jaw and blindingly white teeth. She said William would take care of setting up the test, since it required some intimacy and a male technician was required for male subjects. I found out that the test was designed to reveal one’s true sexual orientation and was necessary because some people try to conceal aspects of their deepest desires. I didn’t know if that meant brain probes or something, but I soon found out. William brought me to a small white room with a desk with a computer on it and a chair in front of it. Opposite the desk was a large observation window leading to another room, with one-way glass for people in the other room to observe the test activity. There was another electronic device on a side table, with a lot of wires coming from it. “Is this a polygraph Test?”, I asked William. “Not a lie detector test but the result is the same. You can’t beat the machine.” He sat me down in the chair in front of the computer and explained the process. “This device will follow your pupil activity and let the computer know what your vision is focusing on. We will be showing you a series of photos and videos on the computer monitor and the computer will adjust the types of photos and videos based on what you are intrinsically interested in. It will show you less of what you are not paying as much attention to and more of what you are really interested in. This lets us know what your gut attraction is, versus what you say it is”. Then he went to the machine with all the wires. “This machine will monitor your physiological reaction to the visual stimuli. This cuff goes over your penis and this cylinder goes in your rectum“. I don’t know if my level of surprise was reflected in my facial expression, but I realized that this test was going to expose who I was and what I desire. I wasn’t sure this was the best idea anymore. Oh well if the only one to see the results was William, he looked fine enough to be gay anyway, then my secret would be safe enough with him, or so I thought.

William handed me a patient gown and told me to get completely undressed and put the gown on. He didn’t leave or offer me a changing room so I started to disrobe in front of him. I pulled my shirt over my head and I noticed that William’s eyes widened when he saw my muscular arms, washboard abs and sculpted pecs. His gaze was fixed on my body and I could see a droplet of sweat form on his forehead, even though room was slightly cool. He was enjoying the show, I suspected. Well then, I would give him a show to enjoy. I unsnapped my pants and let them fall to my feet, revealing my thick, well muscled thighs and perky bubble ass. I was wearing a G-string for underwear with a shear pouch for my big cock and balls. The outline of my dick head, a beautiful pink helmet, was clearly visible through the clingy material. Williams eyes fixed on my cock and got wide with desire. His lab coat was open and he was wearing a thin t-shirt and khakis underneath it. I could see he had a gymnast’s body, tight, very muscular, with no extra fat. His arms were carved stone and each time he reached forward his sumptuous pecs jumped. I could see his hard nipples through the fine fabric. His squatter’s thighs challenged the khaki material substantially and his round perfect ass climbed and dropped with each step. He was a gorgeous man for sure, probably of Greek descent. I also noticed his very large package protruding at his crotch. His long, thick member lay against his right inner thigh. My cock swelled a little as I traced the outline of his man meat with my eyes. I could even detect the distinct cables that constituted his cock shaft. Now my shaft was stiffening and my balls were getting tighter. “Everything please “, William said indicating my cock sling that was now tenting obviously. The thin strap at the back was digging into my ass crack as my enlarging cock pulled the front of the sling tighter. Just then I noticed a light went on in the observation room. With the light on, I could see through the privacy glass from my side too. Jane was standing in the window and she turned to welcome someone else into the room. It was Liz, my fiancé. What the hell is she doing here, I wondered? Is she going to watch me during this whole experiment? “Please finish getting undressed“, said William. I pulled my strap down, slowly so my semi hard cock would not be too obvious and spring out of my jock. Even as careful as I was, my cock leapt forward and stayed there, heavy, swollen, inching upward. It felt good to get the ass strap out of my crack, but now here I was, claiming to be a straight man, getting a hard on looking at this hunk of a lab tech. I glanced toward the window and saw Jane and Liz looking at my rising cock. Jane looked impressed. Liz looked shocked. After all, I hadn’t been able to get it up to have sex with her for weeks but here I am getting hard for and flirting with a guy. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but it looked like Jane was trying to calm an excited Liz down . I put on the patient gown, which was more like a long vest. My cock and ass were clearly exposed. I wondered if William deliberately gave me such a skimpy gown. I wasn’t the only one who’s cock was filling out. William’s Polish sausage was now a baguette, trapped against his contoured thigh inside his pant leg. He saw me notice his swollen cock and he smiled as his eyes looked deep into mine. He picked up the penis cuff and moved toward me. I thought I was going to put it on myself but William reached out and grasped my swelling cock. We both let out a little gasp at the same time. He gently squeezed my cock and let his hand slide down the shaft and back up it. A drop of pre cum emerged from the tip of my cock. William rubbed it around the head with his thumb. I didn’t know how this was going over in the observation room with my fiancé watching, but I was definitely loving every minute of it. In fact I wished that William would bend me over the desk and shove his massive cock into me. William inserted my cock in the cuff and connected some wires to the machine. He then asked me to lift up the gown so he could insert the anal monitor. I pulled up my gown and now I clearly had a raging hard on for all to see. I leaned forward slightly. William squeezed a tube of lube onto the probe and worked it around. He stood behind me and inserted his hand in my ass crack and pulled my cheeks open, exposing my waiting rosebud. He slid the probe into my ass and I let out another gasp. He then slid it part way out and then back in. He did this a few times as I was pushing my ass back toward him to get as much of it in my asshole as possible. I moaned softly and a ribbon of pre cum stretched from the head of my cock to the chair. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Liz was pissed. She was probably yelling at Jane, “What are you doing to my straight fiancé?” William reached around me and connected two clips with wires to my fully erect nipples. “All set”, he said and he left the room. He returned with a second chair and a clipboard and placed the chair where he could sit and watch all of my reactions.

I sat down, trying to get comfortable with a sleeve like a blood pressure cuff around my cock and a monitor like a butt plug in my ass, and all while my cock is rigid from looking at William’s beautiful body. “The penis cuff will detect any additional blood flow into your, ahem, cock”. He smiled wryly. “The anal probe will monitor contraction or dilation of your sphincter. On most straight men their anal sphincters constrict with sexual stimulation. With some gay men, mostly bottoms, their sphincters dilate as they prepare to receive their, uh, prize”. He smirked. “The nipples leads let us know if there is a response from a normally female erogenous zone but on a man.” “I get totally turned on when a man works my nipples”, I thought. The images started on the computer monitor. At first it was just pictures of nature, forests and beaches and stuff, I assume to neutralize the subject before testing; cleansing of the pallet, as it were. Then images of men or women flashed on the screen in rapid succession. They were just people doing random things, eating in a restaurant, riding bikes, etc. Then the men and women were just by themselves, wearing normal clothes. I adjusted in the chair and wondered how long the test would be what with this butt plug in my ass. My cock was soft now and I guess this is when the real sexual orientation test started. Pictures of hot naked men were followed by beautiful naked women, in equal measures. There was a naked guy with a beautiful torso and fabulous cock; I felt my own cock stiffening in the cuff. A naked woman with perfect full tits was bent over showing her hot wide ass and wet pussy to the camera. That was followed by a hunk of an athlete with an enormous hard cock. My penis cuff got tighter. A beautiful woman was tonguing another woman’s pink slit. A guy had a massive cock in his mouth and cum was leaking from around his lips. Now my cock was fully erect and wanted to burst the penis cuff. There were fewer females and more really muscular men, smooth tight men’s asses, big hard, dripping cocks, cocks in men’s asses, cum leaking out of men’s asses. Then a video started of a guy getting fucked by two guys, in his ass and mouth at the same time. I felt the anal probe humming. Maybe it was expanding to keep up with my dilating asshole? Videos of cum exploding from cocks into, onto men’s asses, faces, mouths, was non stop. I could feel the thick liquid pre cum dripping from my cock. I looked up and William had a massive hard on down his pant leg and he was rubbing it with one hand and squeezing his balls with the other. A big wet spot was spreading where his dick head was trying to escape his khakis. I could see through the observation window that Jane and Liz had a monitor in there and they were seeing what I was seeing, and there was a screen showing my drooling cock. That means they know that my reactions were off the charts for all the gay sex, cocks, cum, and men’s assholes. The camera on my cock clearly showed how turned on I was from the man-on-man sex and that the women, no matter how beautiful or sexy, didn’t get a reaction. I could only imagine how my fiancé was reacting. The screen was now showing a bodybuilder with a beautiful cock pile driving another bodybuilder’s ass and then shooting his load in the bottom’s mouth. I moaned as I sat back on the anal probe, trying to move it in my anus to feel the sweet fullness and press on my prostate. I was so close to coming; I wanted to pull the penis cuff off and stroke my cock and cum all over the computer. I moaned and looked up at William to ask when this torture would stop. William had unsnapped his pants, taken out his incredibly huge cock and was stroking it with both hands. Pre cum was bubbling out of his mushroom dick head and down through his fingers. I tore off the penis cuff and my cock lifted straight out from my body. I had never had such a fully erect hard on. I slid the anal probe out of my ass. When William had inserted it, he used lube liberally and it was still tight. When I pulled the plug from my ass it practically fell out. My love hole had dilated bigger than I thought it could. I unclipped the nipple leads and my nipples were as big and hard as my little finger tips. Suddenly Liz burst through the door, followed by Jane. “I will prove to you that my fiancé is not gay!”, Liz screamed. She came over to the desk where I was, pulled up her mini skirt, revealing her electric pink satin and lace panties. She pulled her panties off and dropped them to the floor. Liz is Irish and if when she had pubic hair it was auburn. Her pussy was completely shaved and her creamy cunt was highlighted by her pink pussy lips that flared out like wings on either side of her tight slit. Her strong thick thighs joined at her full, tight bubble butt. She sat her naked ass on the desk in front of me, with her pussy facing me. She started rubbing her clit, gently at first and then more vigorously. “This is not what this test is about”, shouted Jane, trying to regain control of the situation. Liz kept rubbing her clit in fast, rhythmic circles. Meanwhile, William had completely removed his pants and shirt and was stroking his shaft with both hands and his pink torpedo head was drooling pre cum. Now I can see his washboard abs and sculpted pecs. His ass is a chiseled masterpiece. His thighs are like shaped tree trunks. Liz is now finger-fucking herself and I can here and smell how wet her pussy is. She had pulled her lace bra off one shoulder and let one of her beautiful melons out of her button down blouse, nipple rock hard, and it was bouncing with the increasingly vigorous finger fucking she was giving herself. Her pussy juice was now puddling on the desk and soaking the papers that were on there. She threw her head back and was moaning. “You’ve got to make a decision about who you really are, Darren”, Jane says, trying one more time to establish control. I have the epitome of a hot, sexy woman, banging her own pussy, dying for my cock in her, and I have the epitome of a hot, hunky gay man with a gorgeous, muscular, super masculine body and a fantasy-worthy flesh log who would love to fuck my ass and fill it with cups of cum. What will I do? I stood up and put my hands on Liz’ shoulders, as she started to buck her hips and reach for my own rock hard meat missile, and kissed her on her forehead. I walked over to William who was sitting with his flag pole cock pointing to the ceiling, put my hands on his broad shoulders, straddled his beefy thighs, and lowered myself until his mushroom head was pressed tight against my love hole. My sphincter was so dilated from all that stimulation that as I started to use slightly more pressure, my asshole swallowed his fat cock head and now I was sliding down his shaft. I ended on his lap at about the same point that his cock was bottoming out in my colon. He grabbed my ass cheeks with his massive hands and with his cabled arms lifted me to the top of his shaft and slid me down it again. We got into a rhythm and he was fucking my man cunt so fully, cum was dribbling out of my cock onto William’s beautiful abs. William started to pant and moan. I got great satisfaction knowing it was me giving him this much pleasure. In the corner of my eye I could see that Liz had stopped masterbating and was staring at me and William locked in the throws of ecstasy. Liz stood up and approached me as William impaled me on his fuck log. More cum was dribbling from my cock, running down my balls as my stiff cock flopped up and down with William bouncing me up and down. William started his final stretch and was moaning loudly and panting. I could feel his cock girth increase even more and his ball sack was a tight knot. “Fuck my man cunt, William! Fill my asshole with buckets of your hot cock juice! Use my fuck hole for your deepest, most selfish pleasure! I’m yours any time, any day”, I grunted as I grabbed William’s head in my hands and gave him the deepest, steamiest tongue kiss ever. “Ahhh, fuck, I’m coming”, William yelled. He shoved my ass down to the base of his cock and held me there while he pumped load after load of thick semen into my asshole. He lifted me slowly up and down his cock to make sure every drop in his balls was delivered to my colon. Cum was oozing out around my fuck muscle and down his cock. Jane just stood there in shock. Liz picked her panties up off the floor, slipped the engagement ring off her finger, placed it on the edge of the desk and walked out the door.