THE
CREAMPIE
Plain and simple, I love Cum—anyway I can get it. That wasn’t always true. The
first time I realized I might be Bi or Gay was in
high school. I was about 17, and a friend was staying over. He often stayed over when his mom
worked nights. That made it easier for him to get to school. The two of us were
in the hot tub. Before too long we
were splashing and wrestling.
At some point I grabbed his Dick. That had a surprising effect on both of
us. I remember two things. First, I really liked it. Second, I got a big Hard-On.
Neither reaction sat very well with me—because I knew my friend was Bi—if not Gay. That didn't really concern me. That was his choice. What scared the hell out of me was that
I might be
Gay. I
didn't want to believe it, so I went out and bought some girlie mags to prove
to how conventional I was.
That did the trick—for a while.
The straight porn gave me a false sense of security.
But my invulnerability was shattered a few weeks latter.
I wanted to find out if my reaction in the hot tub was just a
coincidence. The same friend and I
were watching a movie, and I took the initiative and felt him up. That
was disastrous! We ended up
jacking each other off.
We didn't see much of each other for a month after that—which
was fine with me. I was ashamed—not because I had taken advantage of my gay friend or of what
had happened—but because I enjoyed it! I vowed that would never happen
again because I wasn't Gay!
I did a little research and found out experimentation was
quite common among boys. So that’s all what it was! I chalked the whole thing up to
experimentation and forgot about it.
Easier said than done. I found myself thinking about my pal more
than about girls. Still—I tried to force myself to be
straight!
A month later he came over again. While I was happy to
see him, I vowed, ‘No more fooling around!’ But the spirit is willing, while
the flesh is weak. We found
ourselves in another jack off session. Then I did something
earth-shattering.
I sucked his Dick! At least he was kind
enough to let me know when he was going to cum. Giving my first BJ was enough for one day. So in less
than three months I had gone from chasing skirts to Cock
Sucker Extraordinaire. Quite a transition for a youth of 17!
At last I had to admit what I was doing was a lot more than
playing around. I found
myself craving Dick more and more.
It took a few times, but I finally got around to swallowing. I’d
really hoped I wouldn't like it, but I loved the stuff! I knew my days of chasing girls were over,
and my nights of chasing boys had just began. I still
held on to a sliver of hope I might be straight, but that ended when I let him
fuck me. It hurt like hell, but I
loved it. Our relationship grew at that point. We swapped positions, and I
fucked him too. But I quickly learned I enjoyed receiving a lot more
than giving—I was a Bottom!
The two of us spent a lot of time in bed that summer. Then
out of the blue, he dropped a bombshell on me. He announced he was POZ! Apparently I wasn’t the only Fruit he’d been
milking. We still found time for safe sex; but it wasn’t as much fun, so we drifted
apart.
It’s
amazing how I’ve adjusted! Last night at the truck stop I took three
Loads up the Ass in succession.
Totally Anonymous! And
no Condoms! Of course I’d
never recognize the guys if I saw them again in the light of day. Am I worried about getting POZZED? Of course. Who
isn’t? But that’s just another
aspect of the Gay Lifestyle, isn’t it? I mean
you play, you pay.