Matt meets the GayMaker
Matt meets the GayMakerMatt, whose anal cherry I had just taken, said, “I can’t believe we just did that. I thought I was straight.” “I knew you weren’t,” I replied, as I returned from the washroom. The irony was crazy as he was a really loud-mouthed, in your face linebacker on the field, but now in my arms he was a tame, insecure man wanting to be cuddled and loved. “What do you mean?” He asked, looking offended. “I just knew,” I shrugged. “How?” He questioned, clearly worried others would know he was a cocksucker. “How did I know you would be an eager cocksucker?” I asked, liking to be crude and put ex-straight boys in their place. “Please don’t call me that,” he said. “You didn’t seem to mind when you were bobbing up and down like a sorority slut a few minutes ago,” I pointed out. “I can’t believe I did that,” he said, his eyes giving away he still was shocked by his gay submission. “Oh, I can,” I smiled, my revelation just coming to me. “All guys have a gay side in them.” “All guys?” He questioned. “Really?” “Did you think you had a gay side before I had you bent over the couch and was fucking that tight ass of yours?” I asked, loving the awkwardness I was creating with my newly turned fuck toy. “No, I guess not,” he cringed, clearly a bit of shame coursing through him. “Although, I didn’t know I was curious until today.” “Until I turned you into my little fuck toy,” I said, continuing to push him deeper into humiliation. I don’t know why, but turning straight boys was the greater turn on, as was calling them all the stereotypical names gay men had thrown at them all the time. “Please don’t call me that,” he said, timidly, even though he was a good fifty pounds bigger than me. “Well, that is what you are,” I said, before adding, “unless you don’t want my cock in that pretty little ass of yours anymore.” I learned early on treating straight boys like girls, although humiliating, often seemed to relax them, even though logically it made no sense. He didn’t say anything, clearly still coming to grips with the reality that everything he thought he knew about his sexuality was wrong. I had seen the look, the silence, many times and it always led to acceptance, although often guilt and shame were their first emotions. Wanting to hear him say it, I asked, “So you are not as straight as you thought you were, are you?” “I guess bilecik escort not,” he whispered, before adding, his voice trying to sound manly, “but I’m not gay.” “I never said you were,” I said. “I’m gay, I only fuck men. You are bisexual or a cocksucker.” “I hate that word,” he said. “What else would it be? You sucked, rather eagerly may I add, my cock.” When he didn’t say anything as my logic was rather precise, I added, “I guess you could be a cum bucket. Is that better?” “God, no,” he said horrified at the new derogatory option. “So what is it? Faggot? Cocksucker? Queer? Ass-taker? Cum bucket?” I asked, listing a few derogatory, demeaning gay terms, all which I myself had been called. “I-I-I don’t know,” he stammered. “Pick one,” I ordered, as I moved my arm from underneath him, sat up and placed my flaccid cock in front of his face. His eyes went big and it was obvious my turning of another straight boy would not be a onetime thing (it almost never was, once you take a beautiful cock like mine between your lips and eventually swallow my addictive seed you are forever a cocksucker; once you bend over and take my long, thick cock up your ass, your man pussy, you are forever yearning to feel yourself filled by my cock). It is just the reality of the male psyche: almost all men are bi-sexual at heart, many just never cross the invisible line society has created. “Please don’t make me,” he begged. “I am not going to make you do anything Matt,” I said, moving my cock around his lips. “But you don’t get my cock until you choose a pet name for me to call you.” “Y-y-you are not going to call me the name in public are you?” He stammered, both petrified for his new secret to be revealed and for him to be outed, plus my cock on his lips had him hungry to taste me again. “Only if you want me to,” I teased, tapping my cock head on his nose. “Cocksucker,” he whispered, clearly humiliated by admitting such a thing. “I’m not sure what you mean,” I teased. “Tell me what you are in a complete sentence.” “I’m your cocksucker,” he said, still quietly. “Say it with pride. I don’t just let any little straight boy suck my cock,” I ordered. He looked up, a hunger in his eyes, a desperation in his tone, “I’m your straight cocksucker.” Grabbing his head and shoving my cock in his mouth. I allowed it to grow bolu escort as I instructed, “Use your tongue, faggot.” He quickly obeyed, his mind shifting from ashamed to hungry instantly. “Do you like the feel of my cock growing in that pretty mouth of yours, straight boy?” I asked. He moaned in response causing vibrations on my cock. As my cock became a direct missile in his mouth, I asked, “Who is a better cocksucker me or that bimbo cheerleader girlfriend of yours?” His girlfriend was actually really sweet and incredibly intelligent, but I wanted to test if he would stand up for her. As I pulled my cock out of his mouth, he said, “You are.” “I suck your cock better than your cheerleading whore?” I repeated, testing him further. “Yes,” he sheepishly admitted and I rewarded him by returning my cock between his lips. I asked, “So if your slut of a girlfriend and you are, say, on a date, would you leave her to come and take my cock up your cunt?” His eyes went wide at hearing me call his ass a cunt. I pulled out so he could answer. Again he answered like most converted straight boys do, “I’d leave her and come be your cocksucker.” “My fuck-toy?” I questioned, pumping my cock in his mouth again. When I pulled out, he whispered, “Yes, your fuck-toy.” “My cum bucket?” I continued, pushing him deeper into utter submission to my cock. “I will be your cocksucker, fuck-toy, faggot, queer, cum bucket, just please let me taste your cum again,” he pleaded, completely under my cock’s hypnotic pull. “As you wish,” I generously agreed, shoving my cock back into his mouth. I fucked his face for a couple of minutes making him gag, before pulling out again, his saliva dripping off my cock and onto his face. “Beg for my cock, cocksucker,” I ordered. His eyes showed the hunger a just turned straight boy always has as he said clearly, staring at my cock, “Please fuck your cocksucker’s mouth with your beautiful cock. Shoot your yummy cum down your cum bucket’s mouth.” “What would bimbo say hearing you talk like a cock hungry slut?” I asked, as my hand reached back and stroked his completely stiff cock. He groaned, “Aaaah, who cares what she would say, I’m your cock hungry slut.” “My cocksucker?” I asked. “Yes, your cocksucker, or anything else you want to call me,” he said, his eyes never leaving my hard cock. aydın escort Satisfied, I shoved my cock back into his mouth, letting go of his cock. Although awkward because he was laying down, he tried bobbing, meeting my forward strokes with insatiable desire. I had created a cum hungry cocksucker who I was confident would crave cock the rest of his life. Once you try something and realize how liberating and satisfying it is, it is almost impossible to go back to the vanilla life you were living. Having already come twice, this was going to take a while. I pulled out of his mouth, laid back on my back and ordered, “Worship my cock, Cocksucker.” He didn’t hesitate as he repositioned himself between my legs and took my cock back into his mouth. I eventually shot another load in his mouth and swallowed one more load myself as I finished another successful seduction. I fucked him a few more times over the next couple of months, but I got bored, the original seduction and submission always the thing that really got me off. Matt eventually broke up with his girlfriend and although he dated other girls throughout college he also continued to suck cock and get fucked as well. He is now an assistant coach in the NFL and although married still likes a big cock in his mouth or ass. Anyway, that was just an example of my philosophy at work. Sometimes I humiliate them into submission like I did Matt, mostly because he was kind of an asshole to others and I wanted to teach him a lesson; other times I seduce them with romance; and other times I manipulate them to think it was their idea. The seductions vary, but the end result is almost always the same…a straight guy is turned. Now, I have always hated the gay stereotype that society has created over the years. For example, I am one hundred percent gay. Yet, I don’t speak in a high pitched voice, I don’t have a limp wrist, I don’t dress flamboyantly and I don’t love Judy Collins. Okay, okay, I do like musicals, but so do many straight people. No, if you look at me you would have no idea I’m gay. I’m extremely good looking (often compared to Brad Pitt), I am in amazing shape, I have a great smile, blue eyes that get me many compliments and often are the first trigger to seduce a man. I have a witty personality and am a chameleon of sorts (able to adapt to the people I am around). I also have a decent sized seven inch cock and a great ass. Now what I am about to say some will argue with (I’ll probably get hate mail actually)…I’ll be told I’m full of shit…I’m just a pretentious faggot…yet, my theory is based on a lot of experience…a lot of STRAIGHT TURNING.