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turned-[G-01]-(submission-blowjobs-swallowing-bondage-spankings-water sports)-part-1-of-4_gay

Turned

Part-1-of-4

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It was the mid 90s and I’d been dating Linda a topless dancer for about a year. Linda was easily the most exciting girl that I’d ever dated. One minute she could be a sophisticated society girl and the next the biggest slut in the world. I never knew what she was going to do next. One minute she was taking me to an art museums and the next giving me a blowjob in the Jack-N-Box drive through with the teenage boy taking orders watching. And I lost count of the number of times when we were on a date and she ate some girl’s pussy while she was in the restroom.

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Other than dating her, my life was in turmoil. I’d just gotten laid off from a 25-year job. Even though I lost my job, money wasn’t really a problem. I’d always been an enterprising, so didn’t depend on my time clock for my living. My hobby was selling money collectables and antiques in antique mall, having yard sales, and hauling loads of junk to flea markets. When I discovered how much un-employment I was entitled to and that I could draw it for a year, I decided to take a year long sabbatical from work and just enjoy myself.

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Since I could afford it, Linda and I decided to go to Galveston for a week. Linda was a late sleeper and I was an early riser. We quickly got into a routine of me getting up between 7 and 8, going to breakfast, running errands or whatever. I’d get back to the room between 12 and 1 so we could shower and dress. Then we’d spend the afternoon playing on the beach, going shopping, sightseeing or whatever caught our fancy. Then in the evening we’d eat in a nice restaurant and go out clubbing.

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I was in heaven. In between all the fun, Linda was fucking my brains out.

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On our fourth night, Linda decided to be naughty. She found out that there was a gay bar in town, so she decided to dress up like a slut and go tease the dykes. Our butts hadn’t hit our chairs before girls were asking her to dance. I always got a big kick out of Linda’s shenanigans so I just kicked back to watch. After the first dance Linda was so much in demand that she was never at the table. In 15-mintes she was sitting and flirting with a couple of dykes. One was a black bull dyke and the other was a fine looking ‘lip stick lesbian’ dyke.

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A waitress brought us our first round of drinks, but once Linda got busy with the dykes, instead of setting at the table like a dummy, I started going up to the bar myself. Actually I was alone by choice. I’d been asked to dance and offered drinks a couple of times, but since I was belligerently straight I declined.

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When I walked up to the bar to order, I chucked at the bartender that waited on me. He was a wimpy looking little nerd. No more than 5-foot 3 maybe 4. He struck up a conversation with me while he was mixing my drink. He was obviously interested in me. I can’t say as I blame him, because I’m damn good looking. And tonight I was extra good looking in my tight levis, sharkskin cowboy boots, yellow button down collar Van Hussen shirt and gold corduroy western cut sports coat from Sheppler’s Western Wear.

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I guess it was a little cruel but I took a page from Linda’s book, and kind of flirted with him a little bit. I flirted with him again the next time I went to the bar. The third time I went to the bar the place had gotten busy so he was busy at the other end of the bar. When one of the other bartenders got free and tried to take my order, the little wimp almost knocked him down. As I started to place my order the little wimp came out of nowhere and hit one bartender in the stomach and knocked him out of the way. Then he almost knocked the other one down with his elbow. After that, no one else tried to take my order, they left me for the wimp.

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Later although he hadn’t been invited, he took his break at my table. Realizing that I’d went too far, so I told him that I was straight and apologized for leading him on like I did.

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I expected him to be mad, but instead, he just look at me real funny for a couple of seconds, and then asked, “Yea, right, if you’re straight, I’m the queen of sheba.”

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“Honest, man,” I explained, “I’m as straight as an arrow. I only fuck girls.”

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“You’ve never had sex with another guy?”

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“Hell, not only have I never had sex with a guy, I've never even seen a guy naked.”

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I don’t know whether he believed me or not but I changed the subject and we talked about all the exciting things that Linda and I had been doing. It got busy so he had to get back behind the bar. I started watching Linda tease the dykes and forgot about him. Later when I came out of the restroom, the wimp was standing in the hallway waiting for me. “Can I talk to you for a second?” he asked, then hustled me into the office before I could refuse. “Was you serious when you said that you’d never really ever seen a naked guy before?”

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“As serious as cancer,” I said sarcastically, annoyed that he was pursuing this line of questioning.

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“Well, I can fix that,” he chuckled as he unzipped his pants. Despite myself, when his dick sprang free, I looked down. I felt myself flush, turning red and feeling waves of heat wash over me. All I could see was a huge un-cut dick. Since this was the first dick that I’d ever seen, I had nothing to base it on, but to me it looked like he had a really big dick for such a small guy. There was a thick clump of curly pubic hair surrounding the base and below it, dangled a pair of hairy balls were hairy. It must have been a good 8-inch. It was my intention to whirl around in ‘righteous indignation’ and storm out of the office. But, for some reason I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes away from the wimp’s dick. It was so big that I was awe struck. I’d never seen anything like it before in my life. It seemed to be pulsing with a life of its own.

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As I stared, I heard the wimp say, “You can touch it if you want to.” To this day I don't know how it got there, but when I looked down my finger was under his dick, hefting its weight. I couldn’t believe the raw power and the heat that I could feel radiating from it. As I leaned down to see better my face was so close that I could see the blood throbbing through the rope like veins that lined its 8-inch length. The head looked like a huge purple plum peeking out of its foreskin. When I bravely wrapped my hand around it, it felt like a piece of flesh-covered steel.

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When he placed his hands on my shoulder and pushed down, and I submissively sank to my knees, the wimp thought, ‘damn, this guy is fucking easy.’

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Then trance like, I knelt there and played with it a little bit, while I get a better look. It was so alive that I could feel its heat on my face, as I leaned forward and inhaled its wild untamed earth aroma. When I heard him say, “Suck it,” I thought to myself does this fucking faggot really think that I’m going to suck his dick? Then I could feel my eyes glazing over with lust, as I helplessly eased back its foreskin and touched its plum shaped head to my lips. I had to open my mouth so wide to get its big head between my lips and into my mouth, that I almost had to un-hinge my jaw.

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Even with my hand wrapped around the base, I still had more than a mouth full of dick to suck. I almost couldn’t contain my excitement as I began to slowly bob my head, working my moist mouth up and down its length. As I stroked it with my hand, I gradually took more and more of his dick into my mouth. At the same time my tongue was winding its way around and around the sensitive areas at the base of the head, occasionally flicking it hard over the tip. The taste of his pre-cum was salty and bitter, but not unpleasantly. Quite the opposite, in fact: it was unexpectedly good. Even with my mouth full, I still couldn’t believe that I was actually sucking a dick. What was worse I was enjoying it. Still trying to retain a shred of dignity, I thought to myself, "I may be sucking his dick, but there was no way that I was going to let him cum in my mouth.

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" I might have been thinking no, no, but the wimp had other ideas. His balls suddenly clinched up and his dick swelled even fatter. My mouth was so full that I couldn’t have gotten his dick out of my mouth, even if I’d tried. His balls exploded and scalding hot cum spewed into my mouth like lava out of a volcano. When he erupted, I was on a backstroke and my lips were wrapped around the base of his dick head, so I felt the full force of his gooey cum crashing against the back of my throat as it gushed into my mouth and oozed over my tongue and down my throat.

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I couldn't believe how much fun that I was having kneeling there with the wimp’s dick in my mouth and swallowing his huge load of hot cum. By all rights my life should have been at an all time low. First I let Linda bring me to a gay bar. Now here I was down on my knees sucking a dick. To make matters worse I loved every minute of it.

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Suddenly the gravity of what I’d just done hit me so I leaped up and fled the office.

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As he zipped up his pants and headed back to the bar, the wimp thought, ‘I can’t believe it. That really was the first time he ever sucked a dick.’ then laughing to himself, he thought, ‘but judging by the way he slurped down my cum, it damn sure won’t be the last. For such a big bastard he sure was easy. God, it felt good to have a big mother fucker like that on his knees at my feet.’

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Going back to my table, I watched Linda still having a good time play with the dykes. I was too embarrassed to go back to the bar for drinks so I placed an order with the waitress. When the waitress brought my drink, she slipped me a note. It was from the wimp, it said, Call me followed by his phone number and was signed Shawn. The wimp was dreaming, there was no way in hell that I was ever going to call him. I was going to do my best to forget that I’d ever seen him. But instead on throwing the note away, I stuck it in my coat pocket.

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Before I finished my drink the black bull that Linda was leading on got up and went to the restroom. As soon as she got out of sight, Linda rushed over to the table, grabbed my hand and we literally flew out the door and across the parking lot to the car.

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After a late breakfast at a café on Beach Blvd, we headed back to the hotel. I was glad that playing with the dykes made Linda horney, because to reassure myself of my manhood, I fucked her brains out. When I got her into bed, I went after her with a passion for over two hours. I nibbled the cheeks of her fantastic butt, and then her nipples, hard and dark, became my targets. My tongue flickered across the sensitive tips, biting them between my lips, stretching them out, and then allowing them to snap back into place. Sucking them hard, I took them deep into my mouth. When I rubbed my teeth across them, heated saliva oozed out of my mouth and trickled down the sides of her well-rounded breasts. As her right hand stroked my dick, her left hand ran fingers through my hair, pulling my face tighter against her aching breasts, willing me to consume her.

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As she withered in lust, I lick and kissed my way to her belly button, and then I pushed her knees up and aside as I exposed her pussy to my view. I could see her delicate lips pouting open, moisture pooling at the entrance to her slit, her clit straining to get out from between her lust-swollen lips. I lowered my face to her pussy and ran my tongue the entire length of it, slurping her juices as I fastened my lips upon her clit and sucked it into my mouth. Linda began to squirm on the bed as my tongue got her juices flowing. As I buried my tongue between the folds of her womanhood, Linda clamped my head against her pussy, pressing it into her as she ground her hips against my face. Then I felt her orgasm hitting her. As wave after wave of delight washed over her body, Linda bathed my face with her juices. When I finished licking her, I crawled up on top of her and kissed her, swirling my tongue around in her mouth, letting her taste herself on me.

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Passion and tenderness gave way to heated lust, as both bodies screamed for satisfaction and release. Pinning her body beneath me, my throbbing dick found her moist, lubricated opening. With a single thrust I was fully inside her, filling her completely with my raging erection. My balls pressed hard against her ass as I held myself within her, the hot, tight confines of her pussy threatening to suck the cum out of me prematurely. With great effort, I withheld my release, drawing away from her slowly, then thrusting into her once more. Her fingers griped tightly to my upper arms, her nails digging into my flesh, her head thrown back as heavy groans of ecstasy escaped her sweet pink lips.
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Over and over, I franticly thrust into her, adhering to her call for me to take her harder and faster. Sweat ran from my body, dropping onto her steamy flesh and trickling down her sides onto the bed. With a deep groan, I rammed into her one last time, my dick injecting her pussy with burst after hot burst of cum, her pussy contracting and squeezing every precious drop from me as another orgasm washed through her.

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After I fucked her, I pulled Linda on top of me in the 69-position and as I ate her cum filled pussy I couldn’t help thinking of my last taste of cum. While I was eating her pussy, Linda was sucking my dick again. And, like last time, she swallowed my load of cum.

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By the time we finished, we were both so spent that we both passed out and slept for hours.

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Purging my system with hot meaningless sex did no good. My dreams were haunted with images of the wimp’s dick. As Linda slept and I willed away the morning, all I could think of was sucking the wimp’s dick. At noon when I got back to the hotel, Linda was in the bathroom getting ready to get dressed. To prove to myself that I hadn’t turned queer, I joined her in the shower to share her bath. I started out by gently soaping up her entire body. Then, while I was rinsing her off, I kissed and caressed every inch of her beautiful sexy wet body. She knew how much I loved her cute butt, and she dearly loved to tease me with it. So, after I gave her an orgasm with my mouth, she grabbed the towel rack for support, spread her long shapely legs and bent forward from her trim little waist. With a sigh of pleasure, I took the cheeks of her beautiful butt in the palm of hands my hands, and put my hard dick between her legs. Her pussy was so hot that I could feel the heat radiating from it as I rubbed my dick against its outer lips. When she reached between her legs and inserted my dick into her pussy, it felt like my dick was encased in molten fire. It felt so awesome that I jammed my dick balls deep in her pussy and started fucking her with a passion. It wasn’t long until she started panting and moaning “oh mama, oh mama.” When she screamed out in orgasm it triggered a massive orgasm for me. An orgasm that was so massive that I lost the feeling in my body from the waist down. As I filled her tight pussy with my hot cum, my legs went numb and I literally fell on my ass.

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I was so helpless that I had to lie there in the bathtub with the water cascading down on me until my legs worked again. Linda was so weak that all she could do was stand there and laugh at me.

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Turned

Part-2-of-4

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Even another night on the town couldn’t rid my mind of the wimp’s dick. The next morning as soon as I got to the lobby I called the wimp. When he answered I said, “May I speak to Shawn please?’

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“This is he.”

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“Shawn, you may not remember me. I was in your club a couple of nights ago.”

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Damn, thought Shawn, I was afraid that he wasn’t going to call. Not wanting to make it too easy for me he said, “A lot of guys come in the club, refresh my memory.”

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“We spent some time in the office together, remember?”

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He thought, ‘And I can still feel your lips around my dick,’ but he said, “Still doesn’t ring a bell.”

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“I’m the guy that … er … ugh … you know, …” I stammered.

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“Actually, no I don’t.”

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“I’m the guy who … sucked … your dick,” I whispered.

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“You’re going to have to speak up, I didn’t hear what you said.”

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Not seeing anyone in hearing distance, I said louder, “I’m the guy that sucked your dick.”

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“Oh yes, I remember you now. What can I do for you?”

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“I have a couple of free hours without my girlfriend and I thought that if you had some place private where we could meet, that perhaps we might get together for a few minutes.”

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“To what purpose?”

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“What do you mean?”

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“Why would I want to meet with you?”

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”For another meeting like our last one.” The after much verbal sparing, I whispered, “I want to suck your did again? When after not a little prodding on his part, I finally said out loud, “I want to suck your dick.”

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“Now was that so hard?” he said, as he gave me his address.

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I was so obsessed with sucking his dick, that when Shawn answered the door I threw myself down to my knees and franticly went after his dick. Oblivious to being seen, I sucked his dick right there in his open door.

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Damn thought Shawn as he reached over my head and shut his front door. As a wave of power passed through his body, his balls exploded and he filled my mouth with cum. Shawn had no idea that his feelings concerning our relationship were perfectly natural. In their relationships with one another, men are hierarchical. They insist upon levels of status and power. There cannot be a general without a private, nor can there be a king without a peasant. The nature of male communication and behavior does not change in same-sex relationships; indeed, if anything, the hierarchical character of such conduct intensifies. Neither of us realized it but for men, sex is battle, conquest, and possession; the more aggressive gay male dominants and conquerors the more submissive, in this case was me, even though I didn’t know it because I was so busy discovering the joy of sucking his dick. .
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Fellatio and anal intercourse are the two chief possibilities by which homosexual men may indulge themselves sexually. Both acts are fraught with power and prestige for the man whose dick is sucked or who fucking the other guy’s ass, just as both acts are burdened with powerlessness and disdain for the man who sucks or is fucked. To submit to being fucked is surrendering one's manhood, although to suck, rather than to be sucked, also humiliates and feminizes the performer of such acts. Male homosexual sex is all about elevating one man to a position of power, prestige, and privilege while demoting the other to a position of powerlessness, contempt, and disfavor. The elevation and subordination of men by men is without pretense. It’s one of conquest, in which the weaker and the lesser is subjugated by the stronger and the greater. Male homosexual relationships end in ownership, not partnership. Both men have power to excite one another to erection and ejaculation, but only one will penetrate the other orally or anally. There can be but one winner. One man, in triumphing, must vanquish the other. The penetrated one is the loser and the penetrating one the winner. Even when same-sex sex between men involves only two individuals, there must be a hierarchy. Male homosexual sex is about retaining one's manhood at the expense of the one whose manhood is forfeited or stolen. The powerful man survives as a man; the weaker man, feminized, becomes effeminate.

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It was only natural for Shawn to feel powerful when I was down on my knees sucking his big dick. Shawn was only 5-foot 4 and weighted tops about 140 pounds and had been picked on by the bigger stronger boys all his life, now suddenly her was this 6-foot 3, 250 pound bruiser groveling at his feet and begging for the privilege of sucking his dick. Anyone would have been affected by the situation.

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Turn and walking back towards his couch, Shawn said, “We need to talk.” When I started to get up and follow him, he said, “Excuse me, but I didn’t give you permission to get up. When you’re in my presence unless I give you permission to rise, you don’t stand up and walk like a man, you get down on your hands and knees and crawl like the sissy little slut.”

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And to both our surprise, I crawled over and knelt submissive at his feet and waited for him to speak.

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Knowing that I was obsessed with his dick Shawn decided to push the envelope and see how far he could go. Feeling like a Greek god speaking from upon high, he said, “You’re about a useless piece of shit, but since created you then its up to me to teach you your place. First a worthless little piece of shit like you never stands in the presence of his betters. He kneels at their feet and hopes that he’ll allow them to suck his dick. Then once he’s sucked the dick, he shows his gratitude by always clean it with his tongue after wards.”

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When I meekly said, “Yes sir,” his heart swelled with pride. He owned this big bastard and if he worked right I would do anything that he wanted.

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I was able to get by once more to suck his dick, and then we had to go back home. For the next couple of weeks I was haunted by my desire to suck his dick. It was all I could think about was his cum spewing across my tongue and down my throat. All my friends and relatives were so homophobic that it never occurred to me to look for some one else to suck off, someone local. Then it hit me, and it was so simple that I felt like a fool for not thinking of it sooner. Thursday through Saturday nights were Linda’s big tip nights. During this time, unless I went to the club, I didn’t exist. She was ultra egotistical and thrived on admiration. For four days she was fueled by a diet of Jack Daniels and an occasional bump of cocaine. And knowing her and the way she played the crowded, and occasional squirt of male semen. By Sunday she was so spent that she literally slept for 24 hours.

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I had merchandise in 4 different local antique malls, but was but was always looking for new outlets for my goods. So I used the pretext of arranging mall space in Galveston as an excuse for going back. As long as I was there to take her to lunch on Monday, Linda didn’t give a damn what I did after I dropped her off at work on Thursday night. So after calling Shawn and letting him know I was coming, I had my car packed and headed out I-45 as soon as I dropped her off.

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Shawn was bartending that night, so he would just be getting home when I arrived. As instructed as soon as I walked in his door I stripped naked and crawled over to where I was sitting. When I reached for his zipper, he slapped my face. Then he announced that, “Since you’re going to be here for a couple of days, we’re in no rush so things were going to be different. From now on you will not touch my dick without my permission.”

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Still feeling the sting of his palm on my cheek, I submissive said, “Yes, sir.”

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“Good, I've been standing up all evening and my feet are killing me. How are you at foot massages?”

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After dating and living with a dancer like Linda I was no stranger to foot massages. I soon had his shoes off and was kneading the bottom off his feet with my thumbs. When I separated and stretched his toes, he positively purred. But when I slipped his big toe in my mouth and started sucking on it, he sighed and almost passed out. Once the massage was over and I’d finished undressing him, Shawn led me into the bathroom, where he instructed me how to hold his dick for him while he pissed. And of course when he finished, I had to lick off those few pesky drops that always clung to the head.

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Reentering his bedroom, Shawn headed straight to his bed and lay down. Once he was comfortable, I crawled between his outstretched legs and played with his dick for a second. As I marveled at its 8-inch length, I knew that I was in heaven. It was so smooth and so hard I just wanted to swallow it all. After giving his big, hairy balls a good licking, I rubbed his dick all over my face. Next I licked up the shaft and gently massaged his balls with my hands. Then I kissed its head as I eased down his foreskin. By the time I slipped my mouth over his big dick, I could feel him growing inside of me. I licked and sucked and stroked his cock. I removed my mouth and began to lick his balls while I stroked him. For once I didn’t have to rush back to Linda so I could take my time and savor its salty taste. I began to stroke faster and then knowing how much he loved my soft lips and warm, moist mouth stopped stroking to deep throat his now rock hard cock. I gagged a little but began to bob up and down on his cock as steady as I could. I tried to use my hand to stroke him while licking his cock with my lips still around it.

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I began to stroke and lick him. I looked up at him and his eyes were closed, a good sign for me. I took him deep in my throat and grabbed his ass to force him all the way into my mouth. My nose was buried in his pubic hair. My own dick was hard and my balls were starting to tingle. My nipples were hard and I wanted his cum bad. I had to keep sucking. I rubbed his balls and bobbed nice and steady on his delicious cock.
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When I noticed his breathing getting heavier, I licked his cock, balls, and even his ass. My mouth was beginning to tire from the forceful sucking I had been doing, but I was not about to quit. I stroked him and again deep throated him. I deep throated him with long strokes in and out of my mouth. I moved my hand below his balls and found is wet asshole. I entered uncharted territory and out of desperation I shoved my finger into his ass. His breathing became more intense, his back arched out and then it happened He came deep in my mouth and I swallowed his load. I couldn’t believe how much Shawn liked cumming in my mouth. Who am I kidding, I loved getting his cum as much as he loved giving it to me and I worked hard to get it.

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After I finished him off, to my surprise it was Shawn’s turn to suck me off. He’d get on top of me in the ‘69’ position, and while I held either his balls in my mouth or sucked his dick, he sucked me until I cummed in his mouth.

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When we were both finally sated, he banished me to the floor to sleep.

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The next morning, while Shawn slept I hit the antique malls and rented a 10 x 10 space. Happy that putting in shelves and stocking the space would give me an excuse to come back, I rushed back to Shawn’s apartment and woke him up with a blowjob.

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The next to days were a blur of sucking dick. Before I knew it, it was Sunday and I had to go home. After giving him one last blowjob, I hit the road home. Between fucking Linda and buying shelves and merchandise for Galveston, the week just flew by. Before I knew it, it was Wednesday. That’s when Linda surprised me. She told me that setting up a space was too much work for one person and if I’d wait until Monday she’d go with me and help me. I told he that was great and since I’d already rented a truck, I’d go on down on Thursday and put all the stuff in a storage building that I’d seen close to the mall and then Monday we’d go down in my car and she could help me set it up.

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Unknown to me, as I drove away Sunday afternoon, Shawn was thinking to himself, god I love it. This faggot motherfucker will do anything that I tell him. Holding my dick for me while I pee is cool, but lick the last drops of pee off is awesome. His mind soared at the possibilities. All the big kids had picked him on all his life and now he had a chance to get revenge. The possibilities were endless.

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Since this time we were here on business instead of pleasure, Linda and I stayed in a small but nice motel instead of in one of the fancy hotels on the beach. And it was located near enough to Shawn’s apartment that I was able to run by every morning and give him a quick blowjob while Linda was still sleeping.

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The mall started out as an excuse to go to Galveston and see Shawn occasionally, but it proved so successful that I had to start going to Galveston every other weekend in order to keep it stocked. And every weekend that I spent with him, Shawn’s perverted little mind drew me in deeper and deeper into his clutches. Shawn started making me kiss his ass and lick his balls before he’d let me suck his dick. Although he enjoyed the extra attention, the main reason that Shawn insisted that I do these things was to symbolize my subservience to him. By making me kiss his ass, Shawn was asserting his dominance and superiority, just as by doing it I was exhibiting my submission and inferiority. From the moment that I obeyed his order to kiss his ass I was accepting my role as his submissive slave.

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Things progressed at a rapid rate after that and the weekends just kind of blended together as I sunk deeper and deeper into degradation and shame. I literally worshiped Shawn’s dick and to me his cum was a sweet nectar that it seemed like I could never get enough off. As long as Shawn was letting me suck his dick, I was powerless to resist my downward spiral. It was obvious that Shawn was enjoying my humiliation and was trying to see just how low I’d sink for the privilege of serving him. Almost immediately he made me start wearing a collar and panties.

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I remember the day that he bought me my first pair of panties. When I dropped Linda off at work and then drove to Galveston, I would usually get to Shawn’s apartment between 2 or 3 in the morning. Which was perfect because Shawn was a bartender in a gay bar and would just be getting off work. Normally as soon as I got there I’d strip and kneel submissively while I wait for instructions. This particular trip before I could he stopped me from undressing and instead put a dog collar around my neck. Then he snapped a leach to it and led me to his car. I wonder where we were going but knew better than to ask. Twenty later still on the leach, I was trailing along behind him into a 24 hour sex shop named Priscilla’s.

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In the lingerie section he told the obviously gay clerk that I needed some panties. Once they’d picked out a pair I was sent into the dressing room to try them on. I didn’t really want anyone to see me in panties, so once I had them on I pulled the curtain open just enough for Shawn to se me. Instead Shawn grabbed my leach and pulled me out of the booth and made me parade around in front of him and the clerk so they could check the fit.

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My face burned with shame as I heard the laughter of other customers as they came over and watched the show. My humiliation continued as Shawn led me up and down the aisles as he and the clerk picked out other apparel for me. Started wearing a collar anytime we went out in public I was on a leach. Once they’d picked out about a dozen more pair of panties. As we walked, I hear Shawn say, “You know what the funniest thing about the whole situation is, he’s fucking straight.” I know that he was right but that there was nothing that I could do about it. As their laughter rang in my ears, I bowed my head in shame and I continued to trail submissively along behind them on my leach.

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“Does he do the serving when you entertain?” lisped the faggot clerk.

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“Not yet, his training hasn’t gotten that far yet.”

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“While you’re here why don’t you go ahead and pick up one of those cute little maid costumes?”

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Turned

Part-3-of-4

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Next thing I know, I’m prancing around in the middle the store in black stiletto fuck-me high heels, black stockings, and the tiny-tinniest black maid costume, complete with white ruffled panties, tiny lace apron, and tiny little lace cap. As I pranced around putting on a show for all the rest of the customers, Shawn and the clerk had their heads together whispering.

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In the change room, I stripped off the maids costume and slipped back into my panties. As I pulled my panties up the clerk slipped in between the curtain and without a word he pushed me down on my knees. Then he unzipped his pants and the next thing that I know his cock was in my mouth. When a hot and steady stream of pee began to pour into my mouth I swallowed hard being careful not to spill a drop of it. As the flow stopped his cock got hard, and as he started to slowly fuck my mouth. His balls bounced lightly against my chin and his pubic hair tickled my nose chin. The thick tip of his cock pushed past my tonsils and into my throat. I swallowed allowing his cock to slip even deeper into my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head began to fuck my mouth as hard as he could.

After five minutes of hard fucking, cum rocketed from his cock, joining his piss in my stomach. "Put your clothes on bitch,” he said, as he zipped up his pants. “Shawn is waiting on you,” then he was gone.

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“What have I done?” I asked myself as I dressed. “I had just drunk another guy’s pee. But I thought it hadn't been nearly as foul tasting as I’d supposed it might be. It was a little bitter, but not much, and rather salty. There were also a variety of unusual, somewhat disturbing tastes that suggested mysterious origins deep within the organs of the clerk’s body. I tried to remember the brief anatomy lessons I'd learned as a high school biology student. Piss was filtered through the kidneys and stored in the bladder, wasn't it? There were probably a host of chemicals in urine, sugars and proteins and vitamins and minerals and hormones. The combination of these ingredients combined to give the piss its unusual flavor and distinct bouquet. Bouquet? I wondered why I'd used such a poetic word for the urine's scent. Maybe without realizing it, I found the idea of drinking other men's piss exciting and, well, poetic.

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Shawn liked to humiliate me and make me grovel at his feet while he was sitting out on the patio chatting with his next-door neighbor.

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When Shawn went to work, to insure that I stayed home, he took all my clothes and car keys with him. He’d been gone about an hour when I heard his neighbor calling from the patio. I shyly stuck my head out and told him that Shawn wasn’t home. “I can’t hear you from in there,” he said, “Come on out so I can hear you.”

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“I don’t give a shit,” he almost yelled, “Come on out where I can hear you.”

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Trying to quiet him down before all the neighbors came out to see what he was yelling about, I took a couple of tentative steps out on the patio. Hopping over the low wrought iron fence that separated the two patios, felt of my arm muscle. Then as he pushed past me and went into the apartment, he said, “Where’s Shawn?”

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“He’s at work sir,” I answered meekly.

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“Then I guess you’ll have to entertain me then,” he laughed nastily as he took my arm and led me into the bedroom. Even as he was stripping I could tell that he was still waiting for my reaction to the size of his dick. My reaction was simple. By the time that his naked butt hit the edge of the bed, I had his dick in my mouth. Once I started sucking his dick, he knew that everything was OK so he relaxed. I deep throated him to get him wet. Then as I licked his balls and rubbed his dick all over my face. Other than the clerk earlier that day, I’d never seen anyone’s dick but Shawn’s, so I marveled at what a big fine suck-able dick the neighbor had. It was about 8-inches long and fat enough that when I wrapped my hand around it my fingers just barely touched. It was the perfect size for my mouth. I could tell by the way he massaged my shoulders and moaned that he liked having his dick sucked as much as I was enjoying sucking it. He had sucked a tasty dick that I didn’t want to end things too quick so I took my time about bringing him to an orgasm. When his balls finally exploded that it was like an erupting volcano and his cum was as hot as molten lava. I didn’t think that he was ever going to quit cumming. His dick just keep throbbing and squirting, throbbing and squirting. I almost drown in hot gooey cum. Being the slut that I am, I managed to get it all down my throat without spilling a drop.

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Then when I showed a reluctance to rim his ass, the neighbor had me position myself on my elbows and knees on the bed. He put his hands on my hips and then I felt a thickness between my butt cheeks, followed by a firm pressure against my ass-hole. As my asshole began to spread and my sphincter opened he shoved his ramrod-stiff dick deep into my rectum. My asshole fluttered frantically about the neighbor’s invading member. He waited until the spasms subsided, then he drew his hips back, tugging his thick, hard cock back through my asshole until only the head was still inside me. After a few moments' pause, he plunged his cock back into my asshole, again sending his erect dick so deep into my bowels that I felt his balls slapping against my bare butt. I frowned, grimacing because I’d never had a dick up my ass before. The feeling of having my behind crammed full of dick was both exciting and uncomfortable. I’d expected getting fucked in the ass to hurt, but surprisingly enough it didn’t. It felt so good that he made me cum.

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Once my ass was thoroughly fucked, he pulled his dick and made me suck it for him. Then he laid me down on my bed and placing his ankles across my arms to pin me down, he knelt over my chest facing my feet. Not one to take no for an answer, he spread his butt cheeks and sat down on my face. It was lick or smother. At least he was clean. While I was licking his ass, he was jacking me off. After I cummed in his hand, he made me lick up my own cum.

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When we were finished, he made me crawl into the bathroom, and kneel there with my ass in the air and my face on the floor. The he started pissing on my lower back. I could feel it running down my back and into my hair. When I looked over my shoulder he pissed in my face. When I turned my face away, he made me turn it back and open my mouth.

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Making sure that I knew the trouble I’d be in if I told Shawn that he’d been over, the neighbor left me lying on the bathroom floor in a poodle of his pee and went home.

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Since the night that I’d met Shawn, besides sucking his dick about a 100-times and swallowing a gallon of his cum, on his orders I taken my his clothes off in front of him and his friends. I allowed him to spank me with their hand, to paddle him, and to beat my ass with a belt. I’d drunk another man's piss, then sucked his dick and swallowed his cum. I’d allowed myself to be humiliated beyond belief, and physically and emotionally abused. I’d allowed the neighbor to treat me like a piece of meat, to fuck my ass and piss on me before he left. Why, I asked myself? What possessed me to submit to such maltreatment? More importantly, what was the matter with me that I'd permitted such mistreatment to begin with? Where was my self-respect, my self-esteem? No man who cared about himself would do the things that I'd done.

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It was time for me to get a little of my own back. Still naked and covered with piss, I following the same route over the low patio fence as the neighbor. As I expected his patio door wasn’t lock. When I stepped through the patio door into his living room, he was sitting on his couch drinking a glass of wine. When he saw me he laughed so hard he spewed wine out his nose. Once he stopped laughing, he said, “I don’t know what you want. But if you know what’s good for you, you’ll get your faggot ass out of here.”

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When I continued to stand there looking at him, he jumped up and snarled, “Are you deaf or stupid?” When I didn’t answer or move, he stepped forward and shoved me, or at least he tried. I used a round block to deflect his arm and drove my knee into his groin. I kneed him so hard, that he went to his knees and puked all over his pretty carpet. Then over the next 30-minutes I fucked both his mouth and his ass. After I’d fucked him in the ass and he was cleaning me up with his mouth, “Whose the bitch now, punk?” Then I told him, “If you ever so much as speak to me again, I make you regret it. Now that I’d finished with his mouth, I struck him in the face several times to emphasis my point.

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When Shawn go home I was waiting for him like a good little submissive and he never found out about my little antics.

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Later that week while I was out buying merchandise, I discovered an adult bookstore in Kennedale. It took me a couple to get up the nerve to go in and another week to get up the nerve to buy gay and bondage magazines. There was a movie theater in the back of the store but I was so naïve that I had no idea what kind of films they showed or what went on in there.

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Saturday, while Linda was getting ready for work, I caught an early movie. Afterwards I still had sometime to kill before I took her to work, so I decided to hit the adult bookstore in Kennedale again and pick up a couple of magazines. Although I never been there before, the most convenient one was the XXX Video/book store. As I browsed around, secretly check out the gay magazines, I noticed that a couple of guys bought some tokens and went through a curtain-covered doorway into another room. When I ask the clerk what was back there, he told me individual viewing booths. Each room had a TV that had over two-dozen different channels showing adult movies. All you had to do was drop in tokens and sit back and enjoy the movie. I thought what the hell, so I bought some tokens and headed back there. I couldn't believe what a smelly, sleazy place the viewing booth area was. I learned later that the oppressive odor the smell of testosterone. Fearfully, I quickly grabbed a booth. As I dropped a token in the slot, I noticed that there was a big hole cut through the wall. As soon as the movie came on I started switching channels, until I found a movie with two big macho guys playing with each other’s dicks. I was astonished; I never even dreamed that gay porno movies like that even existed.

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As I watched the movie, I heard the door of the next booth open and close. Without thinking I leaned over and peeked through the hole. All I could see a guy’s hand fondling his crotch. Even after all I’d been through with Shawn I was still shocked. As I watched, he took his dick out, but instead of masturbating, held it toward the hole so that I could get a good look at it.

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It was then that I remember reading that these holes were called 'Glory Holes' and they were there so a guy could stick his dick through it, so a guy in the other booth could suck. I even remembered the signal if you wanted to do the sucking. You laid your index finger in the ‘hole’ then, if the guy were interested in being sucked off, he would stick his dick through. Not believing that things like that were even possible I unthinkingly stuck my finger in the hole. Almost before I could get my finger out of the hole, a hard dick came through the whole. I had never done this before and I was suddenly scared to death. Oh of course I’d sucked a dick before, but never a total stranger’s through a hole in the wall. I reached out and with a shaking hand grasped the dick in front of me. It was a medium sized dick just a little smaller than my own. I marveled in the warmth that was radiating off this stranger’s dick. I stroked it back and forth and heard a groan from the other side of the wall. I finally got up my nerve and slide of my chair and down onto my knees in front of the dick. I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue as I prepared to taste this stranger’s dick. The musky smell of the stranger’s balls drew me in. I kissed the head of his dick and ran my tongue around the head. I stopped and looked at it for a minute. I had just deliberately licked a stranger’s dick and I liked it. I licked again at the head as I sucked it into my mouth. Once it was in my mouth I bobbed up and down, coating it with my saliva. I pumped my fist back and forth on the shaft as I sucked at the head. Then I took its length into my mouth, I felt the cock grow and knew his orgasm was approaching.
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I reveled in the power I had to make this cock explode. I wanted it, and I craved it. I felt the first blast of cum hit my tongue and I liked the salty flavor, as the second blast of cum filled my mouth I gagged to swallow it all. I cleaned all the cum off this cock and wanted to bring it to orgasm again, but having a cock of my own knew the sensitive head would not be ready so soon.

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There had only been 2 or 3 guys there when I first got there. But apparently they were always serious about getting their dick sucked, because when the guy that I just blown left another took his place. I didn’t even have time to get up off my knee before his dick through the ‘hole.’ It was hard to tell through the ‘hole’ but the second guy appeared to a young Hispanic with a small un-cut dick. It was my first taste of Mexican cum and I loved it. As soon as I sucked him off, the third guy took his place.

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One of the first lessons that I learned was that it was easy to tell who got their dick sucked. When two booths connected by a ‘glory-hole’ were occupied, the first one to vacate his booth got his dick sucked.

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Once I discovered the adult bookstore and its ‘glory-hole,’ I went dick crazy. For me, sucking a man's cock became one of the pure pleasures of my life. Being down on my knees submissively sucking a stranger’s cock through a ‘glory-hole’ and gratefully swallowing his load was fantastic. After that, while Linda slept late in the morning, at the bookstore down on my knees sucking dicks. The weekends that I didn’t go to Galveston, I was there every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, morning, noon, and night. While Linda was happily drinking and taking her clothes off for the costumers, I was amusing myself sucking dicks. I often wondered if when I picked her up after work if she could taste or smell cum on my breath. If she did she never said anything.

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Surprisingly, Sunday morning during church was a good time to suck dick. I was amazing at how many guys snuck by to get their dick sucked while their wife and kids were in church. I was so dick crazy that I sucked every dick, including once I’d cross the color barrier black ones, that I could get my mouth on and swallowed every load of cum that I could suck out of them. The place still reeked of male sweat, cum, and testosterone. But now that I was drinking it I didn’t find the odor of cum near as offensive.

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I grew to love being able to drop into the bookstore while Linda was still in bed asleep and suck stranger’s dicks. 11 pm and 11:30 pm was the best time for me to stop in because that’s when all the working guys with uniforms would be in there. I don’t know why but I just loved sucking off working guys in uniform. Whether they were electricians, plumbers, furniture movers, delivery truck drivers, or whatever, it didn’t matter. I just like the earth aroma and the taste of a working guy’s dick.

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We only lived about ten minutes away, so I could go almost every day. I developed a ritual of going in a taking a piss before I got started. About my third trip I’d taken my piss and was standing there washing my hands, when I realized how silly washing my hands was when I was about to have every nasty dick in the room in my mouth or at least all that I could get in my mouth. After a morning of sucking dicks, I’d go back home and if she weren’t already up, I’d wake up Linda. Quite often I woke her by eating her pussy and fucking her. Or, if she were already up, I’d fuck her in the shower.

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We’d go to lunch and then spend the rest of the day buying merchandise for the malls.

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Turned

Part-4-of-4

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As much as I loved Linda’s sweet pussy, I just couldn't give up my dick sucking. Actually, I had the best of both worlds. Every other weekend, I lived out my submissive need to serve every other weekend in Galveston. The rest of the time I got all the kinky sex and pussy from Linda and occasionally when I could arrangement, without Linda knowing, some on the side pussy. And thanks to the bookstore, I had all the dicks that I could suck.

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One of the girls that I fucked was Cinnamon who was a topless dancer at ‘Ecstasy’ with Linda. The first time that I ever saw Cinnamon, she’d walked up behind me and when I turned to face her, she was so ugly that I actually yelled out and jumped back away from her. I covered up my rudeness by telling her that I didn’t hear her walked up and she startled me. It didn’t take too long before I discovered what a good heart she had and to realize that she wasn’t as ugly as I first thought. As a matter of fact, a month or so later I punched a guy in the mouth for calling her ugly.

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One night after Linda and I had a BIG fight, I went to Ecstasy to have a drink and cool off. As usual, my butt was hardly on the bar stool before Cinnamon was flirting with me. I told her not to flirt with me unless she was serious, because I was as horny as a 3-headed Billy goat. She asked me why I wasn’t with Linda if I was so horny. I told her that Linda and I’d just had such a big fight that I wasn’t sure that we were even together any more. She didn’t flirt any more, but she did tell me that her trucker husband was out on the road, and ask if I could give her a ride home.

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Cinnamon was in no hurry, because there was no one at home waiting for her, so I took her to Waffle House for breakfast before I took her home.

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When I stopped in front of her apartment to let her out, Cinnamon invited me in to see the place. I told her that as horny as I was, my going in her apartment when her husband was away was definitely not a good idea. She told me to come on in anyway. Three minutes later my face was buried in her pussy. And, I kept it there until she’d had two very loud body shacking orgasms. She was so excited that it wasn’t long until my dick was balls deep in her hot sucking mouth and I was cumming down throat.

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Damn, but she liked to be fucked. She was ravenous. By the time I was ready to cum, we’d moved around on the bed so much that my head was jammed against the wall. My head was pressed against the wall so tight that my neck was bent into a very painful position. But her pussy felt so fine wrapped around my dick that I wasn’t about to risk moving and causing it to fall out. With a loud scream, I exploded deep inside her as I over flowed her hot pussy with my thick cum.

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Because neither of us wanted to hurt Linda, we both woke up with guilty consciences. As soon as we woke up, Cinnamon and I immediately swore each other to secrecy. It was a good thing, too, because when I got home, Linda apologized and we had window-shaking make up sex.

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The funny thing is that despite how ugly she was Cinnamon was still extremely popular with the guys at the club. It was if they knew that they would never have a chance with the really pretty topless dancers. But, since Cinnamon was so ugly they thought they might actually have a chance with her. Many times she would have to sit at my table and pretend that I was buying her drinks so guys would leave her alone. One night the guy was so insistent that I had to tell the guy that I was her husband to get him to back off.

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Ugly girls weren’t the only ones that surprised me with their popularity; there were also the fat girls. And I don’t mean that they were pleasingly plump, they were obese. To a certain segment of the crowd, the fatter the better. I had no idea that there were so many ‘chubby chasers’ in the world.

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Even Paul, my barber of 19 years, was a ‘chubby chaser.’ When my ex-wife and I split up she’d let herself go and gained a lot of weight. She’d gotten up to over 250 pounds. When Paul found out that we had separated, he asked my permission to a date her. I didn’t give a damn one way or the other, so I told him to go for it. But as soon as we split up she went on a diet and started losing weight. He wasn’t interested in her skinny, so as far as I know they never date. Of course for all I know they dated and he screwed her brains out. If he did, I didn’t give a shit, she wasn’t my business any more.

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I remember my first black dick. One evening after I’d been sucking dicks through ‘glory-holes’ for about a month, things were so slow that I was sitting in a booth actually watching the movie. When I heard someone enter the adjoining booth, I leaned over to see who it was. All I could see was a huge un-cut black dick. And the black bastard was already holding it up toward the 'hole' so that I'd know that he wanted it sucked. I thought to myself, "Does this fucking nigger think a southern white boy like me is going to suck his black dick?" It was my intention to jump up in ‘righteous indignation’ and storm out of the booth. But, for some reason I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes from the ‘hole’. His dick was so big and black that I was awe struck. I had never seen anything like it before in my life. It was pulsing with a life of its own. To this day I don't know how it got there, but when I looked down my finger was in the ‘hole.’ When, in response to my finger, the nigger stuck his dick through the ‘hole,’ I couldn’t believe the raw power and the heat that I could feel radiating from it. As I leaned forward my face was so close that I could see the blood throbbing through the rope like veins that lined its ten-inch length. The golf ball size head looked like a huge purple plum peeking out of its coal black foreskin. (It still amazes me how much dark a black guy’s dick is than the rest of his body)

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My hand still had a mind of its own, as I helplessly reached out and touched it with one finger. When I bravely wrapped my hand around it, it felt like a piece of flesh-covered steel. As I slid off my chair and down onto my knees, I thought, ‘OK, maybe I’ll play with it a little bit, while I get a better look, but there's no way in hell that I'm I going to suck a fucking nigger's dick’.

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His dick was so alive that I could feel its heat on my face, as I leaned forward and inhaled its wild untamed earth aroma. I could feel my eyes glazing over with lust, as I eased back its foreskin and touched its dark purple shaped head to my lips. I had to open my mouth so wide to get its big head between my lips and into my mouth, that I almost had to un-hinge my jaw.

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Even with both hands wrapped around the base, I still had more than a mouth full of black dick to suck. I almost couldn’t contain my excitement as I simultaneously stroke it with my hand and slowly worked my moist mouth up and down its length. Even with my mouth full, I still couldn’t believe that I was sucking a nigger’s dicks. What was worse I was enjoying it. Still trying to retain a modicum of southern dignity, I thought to myself, ‘I may be sucking his black dick, but there was no way that I was going to let him cum in my mouth.’ I might have been thinking no, no, but the nigger had other ideas. His balls suddenly clinched up and his dick swelled even fatter. My mouth was so full that I couldn’t have gotten his dick out of my mouth, even if I’d tried. His balls exploded and scalding hot nigger cum spewed into my mouth like lava out of a volcano. When he erupted, I was on a backstroke and my lips were wrapped around the base of his dick head, so I felt the full force of his gooey cum crashing against the back of my throat as it gushed into my mouth and oozed over my tongue and down my throat.

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I couldn't believe how much fun that I was having kneeling there with the nigger's dick in my mouth and swallowing his huge load of hot cum. By all rights my life should have been at an all time low. In the last month I'd turned queer and started sucking dicks. To make matters worse I was sucking a nigger's dick. By southern Bible belt standards being a queer was an abomination, but sucking a nigger's dick was about as low as white boy you could sink. But, as I knelt there slurping up nigger cum, I didn't care what southern Baptists thought. All I knew was that I was sucking a big black nigger dick and loving every minute of it.

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My affair with Shawn ran its natural course. It lasted for another year and then it kind of fizzled out. It was too profitable to give up so I kept my Galveston mall space. Actually the prices I could get in Galveston were so much higher that the DFW area that I got spaces in two other Galveston malls. With the four DFW malls this gave me a total of seven malls that I had to keep stocked. I was only able to do that when I stumbled in two a couple of good deals. I found two stores, one in Keen and one in Joshua that bought out storage buildings and resold the contents. They made their money on large items like appliances, furniture, tools and things like that. The type stuff that I was interested in didn’t bring enough to justify the special handling and the shelf space required to sell them. On top of that, if they threw it away, they had to pay the dumpster fee. I was better for them to sell me the stuff cheap and let me haul it away.

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For me the malls were a gold mine. After expenses, I average better than $1000 a month per mall. I was more successful than most mall dealers because I had a system. First I kept up with my inventor and what sold where. I color-coded my price tags so I could rotate my stock. When I would re-stock mall #1, I would pull everything off the shelf that had been there over 30 days. This I would use to restock mall #2 and again I would pull everything there over 30-days off the shelf. That merchandise would go to #3 and then #4. From #4 in would go to Galveston. Then the same thing in Galveston, the merchandise would go to mall #1 then #2.

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For a while I would bring the leftovers from Galveston #2 back home and sell it at the flea market of a yard sale. Since I passed through Waxahachie on the home from Galveston, I checked out the mall there. I found one I like and it was so successful that I quickly went to two. After expenses I averaged about $500 a month from each of them. But that was fine because I was moving all my left over merchandise there.

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When all was said and done I cleared better than $10,000 a month from my malls. Throw in the $450 I drew every two weeks in unemployment for two years and I was doing quite well. Well enough for me to choose my own life style.

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Towards the end of Shawn and my relationship I bought a computer and discovered the Internet. I started cruising a gay website called Squirt and hooking up with guys. Most were married guys looking for the blowjob that their wife wouldn’t give them. I even found a dominating guy so I could fulfill my need to be submissive. He was older and more experienced than Shawn so being his sex slave was far more rewording.

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Linda and I lasted a year longer than Shane. During the weekend she drank and most like did a lot of coke. But during the week while she was with me she did a small amount of recreational drinking and coke, but never enough to be a problem. But eventually, her bad habits encroached upon our time. When I wouldn’t finance her addiction to the level she desired, she started seeking drugs elsewhere. Eventually she started turning tricks to satisfy her escalation coke habit. When I finally had enough and we split, she moved into a black neighborhood and started doing anything to or with anyone to get her fix.

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I loved her and was heart broken by how low she’d sunk, but was powerless to save her from herself. After she left I didn’t need the big house we were renting, three bedrooms, two baths, and two-car garage. The up side, if you could call it that to splitting up with Linda was that I rented a mobile near the bookstores in Kennedale, so could go almost anytime I wanted. And since I was living alone, I could entertain the guys that I met on Squirt.

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I couldn’t believe how many married guys there were looking for blowjobs. The married guys could very rarely get away on the weekends, but because I was free during the week, things worked out perfectly for me. You wouldn’t believe how often I would do a guy around 11, then another, 1 to 2-ish, and a third anywhere between 3 and 6 when they were on the way home for work. I was so accessible that I averaged over 15 guys a week for over six months.

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Even though Linda and I had split, I still loved her and secretly kept an eye on her so she didn’t get in too much trouble. I had this dorky friend that was socially inept that the only way he could ever get any pussy was to buy it. To make sure she had money, on Friday night I would give my dorky friend the money to go by and buy her services.

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about a month ago I ran into Shawn and for old times sake, I did him and his 19-year old buddy. The next time I was in Galveston, his buddy saw my car in the motel parking lot and stop by for a visit. He took me out for dinner and then spent the rest of the night fucking me.

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The end...

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