Spending years hiding the real person that you are is kinda fucked up, yet at the same time super hot. I was a teenage boy who wanted to suck dick and get my ass fucked by anyone, anytime. I never did it, but it didn't change that fact. It was a fantasy, one that I kept locked away so no one would find out. I fucked girls, as many as I could, as often as I could. Falling into a serious relationship was supposed to be the end of all the fantasies forever. But five years in with a crazy bitch has a strange way of changing a man. It started with dildos, something she encouraged and got off on. I could handle that. But getting your ass fucked with a dildo always leaves you wanting more. I fought the urges and stayed faithful, even though she didn't. It all came to a head, and she decided that she liked her new guy better than me, so there I say. Five years of my life, totally wasted. She didn't leave right away, she kept tabs on me for nearly a year. She didn't want me to move on to someone else, she wanted me to be there in case she fell and needed a backup plan. I was tired of my life at that point, I was tired of the bullshit and the control. I had nowhere to get away from it all. I was in college at the time and I was trying to just escape my life everyday there. I found myself staying at school longer and longer. I started meeting new people everyday, it was only a matter of time before I met the right guy. And I did. He was a nice guy who I started chatting with on a daily basis. He listened to me piss and moan about life and my crazy ex. He was also openly gay. I kept my secret thoughts and desires to myself, I just wanted a friend at that point. We started hanging out more and more and became close. We could spend a whole night bullshitting and playing call of duty. He opened up a lot about his life, and even began bitching about the lack of ass he was getting. The ex would still make surprise visits to my apartment, usually Saturday through Sunday since she spent Friday's with her new guy. Those days got rougher and rougher with her. She wanted to know every aspect of everyday and everything I was doing. It was just fucked up, but in relationships that go south, things like that tend to happen. I found myself wanting her worn out pussy less and less. I shared that fact with my buddy, who said you just need to find a new one. I shocked him by saying I wanted cock. I built myself up to that point, it was probably inevitable, though she pushed me through that door even quicker. After he made sure I was serious, he offered his services. I remember kneeling on front of him, with his dick in my face. It was a surreal moment. I always wanted to suck a cock. It was a fantasy. And here I was. My dick was hard as a rock. I didn't even pretend to be scared. I took my pants off and started stroking my cock. I wrapped my mouth around his cock and sucked it for all I was worth. I blew my load all over my floor, and not long after he blew his load in my mouth. I was hooked. I cleaned my floor and he left. She came over the next day, and all I could think about was his cock. The taste of cum in my mouth wasn't helping that either. I spent the next two weeks sucking his dick as often as I could. My ex was having problems with her new boy, and she spent every night texting me all about it. I ignored her texts and sucked dick. I wanted to get my ass fucked, and I told him. He was totally down. He came over on a Friday night and we did it. After lubing his cock up, he fucked my ass nice and hard for 20 minutes. He busted a huge nut deep in my ass just as I came all over my bed sheets. The next morning she was there on time, just like clockwork. She spent all day crying about her new guy. That night she wanted to fuck. She came out of my bathroom buck naked telling me how bad she wanted my cock. We went to my bed, which was still messed up from my previous nights assfuck. I stuck four fingers up her pussy, which was not the least bit tight, and got her going. I put on a condom and slid in my dick. All I wanted at that point was to have the dick from last night buried in my ass again. I went through the motions, but I wasn't into it at all. She got me to cum using her mouth. It was lackluster, and not at all what I wanted. She got dressed and I told her that I just wanted to be alone. It was a war, but I got her to leave. I spent that night trying to figure out what the hell was going on. The next morning was spent with me getting split in two by a nice cock. I just spilled the truth to her and told her that I wasn't into her anymore. She of course got pissed and flipped out, but that's how she does things. I just knew that I had finally tried it, and that I was now addicted to cock.
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