I'm a regular guy, well over 6 feet, large muscular guy. I intimidate a lot of guys because of my size and the way I carry myself and because I can handle myself and have many times. I've never been married and have mostly just casual relationships and fucked around with more women than I can remember. I've probably fucked a couple hundred. I'd never had gay thoughts, or thought about men in any way I didn't think men having sex with each other was bad or good I just didn't care enough to even think about it.

Recently I ended up hanging with a smaller guy who is only about 5'3 and 140 pounds but he had a aggressive personality. I met him through a girl I was fucking. He was fucking her friend. We ended up hanging out a lot and one night we were drinking at his place, the girls hadn't shown and were't going to make it. He put on some porn, we watched and drank, he had some coke so we shared and I was feeling beyond horny. While watching a good porn he pulled out his dick and started stroking. He told me to join him. The way he said it it was like I just obeyed. I pulled my dick out and stroked. We were both there watching each other stroke ourselves. Then he took off his pants and told me to too and I did. Then more drinking, porn and coke and I was reeling. His dick was right there for a while.

He finally asked me if I liked his cock and I said something without really answering and he was mad saying tell me the truth you like my cock. Now his cock was much bigger than mine. Longer, thicker, harder and I had trouble taking my eyes off of it. It was so big and hard and I felt inferior and said to the guy that I liked it. This is a guy I could physically dominate but for some reason I was letting him mentally dominate me.

He ordered me to go over to him, to get between his legs and touch his dick. I did. I was a nervous wreck, being bossed around by a tiny little guy just because he had a big dick but I just kept going along. He relaxed and had me stroke him while we watched the porn. He told me to stroke myself too. So here I was, feeling good stroking my own dick and at the same time feeling fucked up stroking his dick.

Then he ordered me to get his cock wet. I spit on him, he angrily said use your mouth. I hesitated, he stood up, grabbed my head, held me and pointed his cock at my mouth and told me to suck him. I opened my mouth but held still. He put his cock on my lips and ordered me again to suck. What can I say, I felt subservient to this guy and I took his cock into my mouth and sucked on it. Strange and horrifying at first I sucked as best I could and he directed my efforts and started verbally abusing me while telling me what a good cocksucker I was when he liked what I was doing.

I started to feel good every time he said it felt good or that I was good. It became emotionally satisfying to please this guy this way. I sucked his cock for a very long time, seemed like hours but it was probably 45 minutes or so before he ordered me to keep sucking exactly I was at that moment. Ten or so more minutes of sucking just the way he instructed, and ten minutes of praise spurring me on and he came. He didn't tell me he was going to cum but I noticed his cock throbbing, then heard his moaning and a few seconds later felt the wetness in my mouth. I sucked his cock hard and he ended up filling my mouth with his cum. He ordered me to swallow, I followed orders and he had me soft suck his dick for a while longer until I had swallowed every last drop.

I felt humiliated, scared people would find out, the girls would know, I thought I had gone gay. My mind was reeling. The he ordered me to jerk off with his cock in my mouth. I almost said no but again, after a brief hesitation, I sucked on his now soft cock and stroked myself until I came on his rug. He had me clean it up with a towel and then we kept drinking and doing lines. He was regular after that just like he usually is.

I had no idea what happened to me or why I just did gay stuff because this little guy with a big dick told me too. I avoided him for a long time and when we finally hung out again it was like nothing happened. We've been hanging out with the girls again a lot and it's like it never happened. Unfortunately I sometimes think about it and start wishing that the girls would bail and leave us alone for another go around but it hasn't happened.

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