Date: Mon, 4 Apr 2016 09:35:32 -0400
From: Benson Hurster
Subject: Changed Me

Changed Me
By: Benson Hurster


"Thanks for dinner, Jeff. It's always good to catch up
with an old friend from college. Truth is I hesitated to
call you after all these years. Didn't think you'd want
to remember those days."

I dismissed Bob's thought with a shrug. There are some
people you always want to remember, kindly or otherwise.
Parents and siblings of course, maybe a special teacher
or a coach. In the case of yours truly, it's the person
who lead me out of a closet that I didn't know I was in.
Bob Greene, the homosexual man seated next to me, was the
person that changed me for the better.

It was my junior year and I was experiencing a rather
humiliating sexual problem. Simply put, I couldn't get it
up anymore. First one girl, then a second and a third
lying naked in my bed failed to arouse me. Fuck me. A
naked and willing girl in my bed and I couldn't get a
hardon. The Cock, the nickname given to me by the first
girl I ever fucked when I was fourteen, was a harmless
wet noodle. The Cock had become a pathetic limp dick.

Bob Greene, openly gay, was by far the smartest boy in
the fraternity...which was why he was in the fraternity
in the first place. We needed his GPA to meet the minimum
requirement to maintain our good standing as a
fraternity. The rest of us showed the homo a great deal
of compassion and class. Oh, yeah, we all called him a
queer, when we spoke to him at all. This was back in the
1960's...gay meant happy and homosexuals were queers and
faggots.

The other guys in the frat would have been understanding
of my predicament. Yeah, sure they would...after laughing
their heads off at my diminished manhood. So I went to
Bob for advice. Yes, I really believed that a smart fag
who liked dick could help me with mine.

"I've got a little problem with my dick and I think you
can help me." That's what I said when he let me into his
single room at the fraternity house. One of two singles,
a black boy had the other one, because nobody in the
fraternity wanted to be roomies with a faggot or a
nigger. I told you we had class, right? So neat and tidy
the room was, just like Bob. The rest of us lived like
pigs in a pig sty.

His response didn't surprise me because, well, maybe we
hazed the cocksucker a little...okay, we hazed him a lot.

He had a sense of humor though. "No, Jeff, thanks for the
offer but I do not want to blow you."

I'd have let him give me head if he wanted to. He would
not have been the first guy to suck my cock. "That's not
why I'm here."

"Okay then, why?"

"This is embarrassing."

Bob looked amused. "Running across campus in the nude is
embarrassing, Jeff. An athletic supporter on your head is
embarrassing. Hanging a semen filled condom from a chain
around your neck is embarrassing."

Guilty on all counts. Did I not just say that he had a
sense of humor?

"Jeff," he continued, "I find it difficult to believe
that any problem you may have with your dick could cause
you any embarrassment. You have no respect for yourself
and what's worse, no respect for women. Like what you did
to Vivian last week, that poor sweet girl, was absolutely
despicable."

Vivian, though not at all pretty was a pretty damn good
lay. Like all the homely looking girls I screwed to
multiple orgasms, she loved my big hard dick in her once
underutilized pussy...among other warm, tight, juicy
places.  Well, I liked to share the wealth with my less
successful frat brothers so when she asked me to fuck her
again, most do after experiencing my dick, I told her
that she had to take care of a few pals first.

Only five needy guys fucking her, no big deal. Ten guys
pounding her pussy would've been a big deal.

She bitched a little about so many guys fucking her until
I showed her my stiff cock. "This for you," I said, which
rarely fails to motivate a cunt to put out for my pals.
Vivian took off her clothes, laid back naked on the bed
and spead'em real wide like a good little bitch. Wet
pussy lips exposed...ready, willing and eager to receive
a good fucking from five stiff cocks.

Five horny guys used her, hard and fast. Too fast maybe
because the well fucked bitch with a pussy full of cum
didn't cum even once. You could see she was close to a
climax, quivering on the edge of an orgasm. Guys know the
feeling of holding back..like waiting for a sneeze that
just wouldn't come. Vivian was fingering her puffy wet
pussy, rubbing her tits...desperate to cum, pleading for
my cock.

"Fuck me, Jeff, please fuck me. I need your big cock in
me to cum. So fuckin' close. Please Jeff, fuck meeeee."

Music to any guy's ears, but I made her wait and suck me
a bit because I love to hear a bitch beg for my dick.

Vivian's snatch was so full of cum that she squished when
I finally entered her from behind and humped her like a
bitch dog in heat. Woof. One screaming orgasm followed
another. The cunt was so lost in sexual pleasure, so far
gone that she didn't object to the double dicking. Great
fun it was, five guys getting off again in her mouth and
on her face and tits while I got off in her sloppy pussy.

Yes, Bob was right. I used Vivian the way I selfishly
used all bitches. Because, when it came to women, Jeff
the Cock was really a big prick.

"My problem is more awful," I blurted out to Bob. "I
can't get it up any more. Take a look."

Bob didn't laugh, thank god, and he did look when I
hauled out my cock.  Girls of course, but guys too,
heterosexuals and homosexuals, have been awestruck by the
size and girth of my cock since I was a little boy. Soft
it's really quite amazing, erect it's absolutely
incredible. Bob's 'Holy Shit' echoed the common reaction.

Bob took me in hand and with a couple of strokes I got
hard. Straight up against my belly like always and more
precum than usual.

"Looks fine to me," he said, dropping to his knees for a
closer look.

I didn't laugh at him either, nor was I surprised when he
pried my surging boner away from my belly and took me in
his mouth. The guy was a fag, right, a cocksucker?  Bob
was good too, a very good cocksucker. Better than any
girl I made to suck me, I called it foreplay, before I
would fuck them.

At first I was relieved that I could get it up, then
disturbed that my dick responded for a queer guy but not
for a girl.

I remember the blow job he gave me, cumming hard in his
mouth, damn good head, and the blow job I reluctantly
gave him.

"This is a test," he said several times as I oh so slowly
dropped to my knees between his bare legs. "I think I
know the cause of your problem with women."

Desperate times call for desperate measures and believe
you me I was desperate enough to follow his instructions.
I remember Bob's rigid prick sliding smoothly into my
tense virgin mouth. The gagging, the sounds of sloppy
sucking, his potent climax, and my first taste of salty
sperm. I also remember stroking my dick to a second nut
busting cum while his spent cock and warm sperm were
still in my mouth. All of ten minutes and the test was
over.

"You clearly enjoyed that," Bob said with a finality that
precluded any response. "Cumming with my cock in your
mouth tells me all I need to know. You want to go again?"

Still down on my knees with his dick growing hard again
in my spermy mouth, I looked up at his face and silently
nodded my agreement. My rapidly rising cock, oozing
precum, despite the fact that I'd cum twice in the last
few minutes, spoke volumes.

This time I really wanted to suck his dick, to go again
as Bob so nicely put it. This was not a test, fuck no, I
wanted to suck his dick as much as I ever wanted to fuck
a pussy. Damnit, what was happening to me? I wanted to
suck Bob's cock...I wanted Bob, a faggot, to cum again in
my mouth.

I did suck and he did cum, warm, salty, creamy cum
spurting into my cocksucking mouth...delicious.

Latent homosexuality was Bob's diagnosis. "You really
dislike women," he said, "which is why you treat them so
poorly." He started to explain further but all I heard
was queer and faggot and cocksucker.

"But I can't be a faggot...like you."

"I'm gay."

"Shit, Bob, I'm happy that you're happy to be a faggot.
But I can't be a faggot, I can't be a cocksucker."

He didn't even try to explain. Just threw up his hands
and said, "Why not?"

"Because, because, I don't want to be a faggot. I don't
want to be a cocksucker."

"It's not what you want," Bob said patiently. "It's what
you are, what you have always been. Nobody decides to be
heterosexual or homosexual, have emotional feelings and
physical desires to have sex with women or men. A persons
ultimate sexual orientation is determined at birth. Your
true sexual orientation just took a while to come out."

What the fuck was he talking about? This was all so damn
confusing. I'd given him a blow job, okay two blow jobs.
I liked his dick in my mouth and his cum more than I
cared to admit. "But I don't want to be a cocksucker," I
protested, "have fag sex with guys."

Or become a pussy boy, I thought but did not say.  I had
fucked lots of girls in the ass and two queer men as
well.

Bob patiently tried to explain the differences between
emotional and physical attraction, love and sex, but I
just didn't get it.

"I like girls, Jeff, just not for sex. I tried it with a
girl once and, well, let's just say it didn't work out
too well. I like guys. I like the way their naked bodies
look, the way they feel and smell. I love the way a cock
feels when it grows hard in mouth, testicles rising, the
kissing, licking, sucking and the explosion of sperm on
my tongue. As for fucking with a guy, nah, I've said
enough for now."

After another dumb question about faggots and cocksuckers
he threw up his hands in disgust.

"Jeff, tell me, how did you get into this college? This
is a good school academically...however did you get
admitted?"

"Football scholarship. Room, board, tuition and a few
bucks each month."

"Really? I go to the home games, but I've never seen you
play."

"I don't play because I suck...at football."

Bob was the confused one now. "Then how did you manage to
get a scholarship?"

"The coach, Jerry Sandlusky," I answered cautiously. "He,
well, he's my mentor. Sam Grant, my coach in high school,
he and Sandlusky go way back. Grant was my mentor too so
with his help I got a scholarship."

That's what they both told me to say if anyone asked
about our relationship and the time we spent alone
together. If the truth came out that I was Sam Grant's
boy toy in high school and Sandlusky's boy toy here in
college my scholarship was toast.

Fucking old perverted queers, both of them, craving my
young body and my big dick. Sucking my cock and balls,
swallowing my sperm and taking my dick up the ass. Two of
the strangest faggots I have ever met. I don't know if
either fag even had a dick because they never took off
their jock straps.

Neither fag wanted anything from me in return except to
slide a rubber dick up my boy pussy, as they called my
ass, while they sucked on my cock. I have to admit that
the fake cock in my pussy felt darn good.

Bob saw right through my flimsy explanation. "They used
you for sex, right? No, don't answer, I don't need to
know."

I fell in love with Bob right then and there. Love and
sex is what he had said a moment ago. Love and sex meant
I should give myself to him. I laid on his bed and spread
my legs wide just like all the bitches I used to screw.

"Fuck me, Bob," I said, "please fuck me."

"Okay I'll fuck you, but first I'm going to make you feel
the way you made those girls feel. You and your pals
using them like sluts...worthless whores."

"Anything, Bob, anything."

"You're sure you want to be a pussy boy for me,
cocksucker?"

"I'm a cocksucker, Bob, your cocksucker. I want to be
your faggot cocksucker and your faggot pussy boy too."

He entered me slowly, too slowly for my urgent need to
have his stiff cock inside me. I grabbed his ass with
both hands and pulled him all the way in. "Oh my god your
dick feels so good in my pussy. Fuck me hard, Bob, please
fuck me hard and fast."

I wrapped my legs around his body as he fucked me like a
bitch. The kiss was unexpected, but not unwelcome. His
tongue thrust into my mouth while his cock thrust into my
boy pussy. I came without warning, spewing sperm between
our sweaty bodies. With a final deep thrust Bob came too,
deep inside me.

"Was it good for you, Jeff?"

"The best sex I ever had."

"So now that you've had my cock in your mouth and in your
pussy, what do you think?"

I didn't have to think...I knew for sure and I told him.

"I know, Bob, I know I'm a faggot."

"Not a faggot, Jeff. Not a cocksucker or a pussy boy.
Simply gay."


EPILOGUE

We resigned from the fraternity and moved in together for
senior year. I gave up my so called scholarship and got
a part time job to pay my own way. No more selling my
body like a whore to a perverted old queer. Bob helped me
with my studies so I managed to graduate on time. He also
helped me land a job with an advertising company where I
had a successful career.