Erotic fiction about gay men fucking women

[dpaksh]

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[Level27]

It's been more than a month since I had posted the competition thread to this genre of erotic writing. While the thread's been deleted due to the money prize incentive, I still feel the strong positive after-effects of ever having started it: I got at least two great writers to churn out really hot gay2str8 eroticas. I feel great that our small sub community was brought together to bond over them.

Thus, I couldn't give a shit the competition thread was deleted (for an irrelevant reason), since it's ultimately achieved what I originally intended for it to do anyways! And, I want to formally thank MikeT008 and gravityYaio every bit for it.

I look forward to MikeT008's next set of fictions.

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With that said, I say, hands down on Jessica being the bigger bitch; no doubt.

 

[MikeT008]

Thanks @Level27

I agree. Jessica's the most twisted. But Sam seduced her own brother's guy. A brother that has done nothing but be kind to her.
But I do know I wouldn't trust either woman around my guy. Lol.

 

[Level27]

sorry, MikeT008. I hope you didn't think that I abandoned our dialogue. I was simply away working on one of my own piece for this holiday. And, while I missed the deadline by a slight, here it is anyways.

I will warn readers that this highly fictional piece does take on a bit of an unconventional experimental twist. I think it's quite suitable for this season, but nevertheless, I feel a light heads-up is in order.

 

[MikeT008]

No problem. I don't see a link or a post though, unless I am missing something?

 

[Level27]

"Deer Antler Froth"
A Frightening Nocturnally-Induced Change of Course!
(Gay-to-straight experimental erotic fiction)


Warning!!
Experimental erotica contains moderately-strong sexualized homophobia, intended only for target audience's sexual gratification. As erotica is intended as nothing more than a work of fiction, author does not wish to encourage the actual practice of homophobia in real life. Due to the strong nature of such sexually 'dark' literary component, experimental fictional erotica may not be suitable for those readers who may be offended by such literary device or can't handle it responsibly. Writer especially discourages those gay or bisexual individuals who are still in the closet, have a disdain for his/her sexual orientation and/or have merely not accepted self for being gay/bisexual from reading this fictional erotica.


Table of Contents
Introduction
Chapter 1 - The End?
Chapter 2 - My Sex
Chapter 3 - My Revelation



(Gay-to-Straight erotic references are highlighted in dark red-purple color lettering.)

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Introduction



Who am I? I don't even think I know.

I died, went to heaven, came back to Earth .... there were two different me's existing at the same time.....one alive me, staring at the me lying in a casket at my church's conference lobby, eyes closed. Only, that second me lying in the casket.... didn't have eyes closed for long. 2nd me was still alive, as eyes were open and observing their environment...then, the two me's emerged into one again, and I was a changed man.

What in hell's fuck am I talking about?? Heh, I must be high on crack or crystal or some shit, right???

The truth is, I'm not. Want to hear about it? 'Tis the season, so here we go on our ghost ride!

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My name is Tony Tzhun; at least that's what I called myself for a short time during these events. Cute name, eh? I remind myself how cute it is. I'm gay, after all.

I'm a 31yo Chinese-American body-builder jock from Los Angeles. I love working out as much as the next queer-community fag does. My coworkers at the restaurant where I work as a waiter always love talking about my muscle groups, telling me how "yolk'd" I am (slang for muscularly defined).

Things weren't all blooming muscles and spring buds, though. I was on legal probation, after my stupid dipshit gay muscle ass was convicted in court for stealing testosterone health supplements to aid workout. It was a $70 bottle of dear-antler froth, a specialized formula of testosterone derived from the horns of elk, which potently increases workout and muscle-rebuilding after; extremely powerful shit! The product lives up to its reputation, turning any little skinny fag into a muscular jerk. It's little wonder why it was a $70 bottle.

So, I made the wrong choice to nimble-finger it off the healthfood store shelf. (I guess the security camera wasn't actually broken, like the store sign said!)

Since then, It hurted to feel abandoned by both family and friends. Good for them. They don't want much to do with my gay convicted buttocks anymore. That's a decision that they have made.

I was living in a transitional half-way gated house for probationers. Across the street was a church where they held group therapy meetings for ex-criminals, in order to cope with anger and other internal struggles that might have made us ex-convicts offend in the first place. I was mandated by criminal court to attend these meetings, so long as I was on probation.

And, my moderately short but, tsk, strange story begins. Think you can handle it?

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Chapter 1 - The End?



My eyes bursted open, as I looked at the clock. It was Saturday evening, 6pm. Time for my probational group meeting at the church. I was going to be fucking late! In a huge haste, I ran across the street; to hell with being caught j-walking.

I arrived at the church's conference Lobby. No one was there, not even the group therapist. It was dead silent, like all my environment had abandoned me; just like my family. I felt quite freaked out by the sudden surge of overwhelming loneliness.

Suddenly, a threatening 5.6 earthquake very abruptly struck the church ground. The lights black out, and I saw the ceiling coming down on me.

This was it. I was a criminal, and I was going to die a criminal; with no one around me to say goodbye.

And, there was white light.

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The white light faded back to black, as I burst-opened my eyes. I was standing on the little hill right next to the church, staring down at the building where I had died.

I must not have reached Heaven yet, as I aparently was still on Earth. What's even funnier is that I was still able to touch myself physically, and I was still walking on two feet. I still had physical form.

Did I even die?, I wondered to myself.

I walked back down to the Church building and entered the darkened conference room; the ceiling had not actually collapsed, like I thought I saw.

I turned on the lights, and there I saw myself lying in a casket against the wall: motionless, sightless, breathless, spiritless.

There, my mortal body laid, right before my eyes. And, I looked fucking good for a gay guy: 5' 7", thick ass, horselegs, beef biceps, steak pecs, sharp jawlines on a defined square head, and a thick barrel v-back.

(From this point in the story on, I have taken up two bodies. The me standing before the casket I will simply refer to as the 1st person 'me'/'I'; or the "incarnate me" (even if technically I still had physical shape. Ha!). That will be the me narrating the account of these events. Next, the "dead me" lying in the casket, I will refer to as my '2nd me'; though, I won't refer to my 2nd me as 'him'/'he'. It's a self-respect thing, I guess; even if that might throw you, the reader, into confuzzlement. Lol

Though, I will refer to my 2nd me as "you", when conversation between my bodies take place.)

The "incarnate" me standing before the casket ran my hands across the cheeks of my dead 2nd me lying in the casket; and then across 2nd me's hot generously thick round pecs. I'm so glad that, before it was time for me to part off the Earth, I was able to revisit and be dazzled by my Earthly masculine body.

The "incarnate" me started sporting a 7-inch wood-on, as I couldn't resist being infatuated by my salaciously steamy self. I was an Asian fucking male, and I was fucking hot like firewood! Damn to hell, I would fucking marry me because I was a horn-sexy Chinese beast!!

My 'incarnate' me's infatuation with my hot dead body, however, came to an abrupt pause.

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I was aghasted: my dead physical body opened eyes and lifted head from the casket. My 2nd me was still alive! 2nd me looked around and saw the church conference room, with no one else there; then looked right back at the 'incarnate' me standing there, staring right back.

For the first time, I was looking at myself from outside!

None of this made any sense: if my 2nd me is me, then who the hell am I? And, why do I, the incarnate version of me, exist when the physical version of me still exists?? I thought I, the 'incarnate' spirit of me, would leave my body when I die, not while still breathing....

Ay-ya, my head was aching massively, attempting to understand and make sense of all of this.

I didn't divulge myself in my other-world confusion for too long, though. I looked right back at my 2nd me's face and body. I scanned up and down my 2nd me's carnate heroic mold posture of a muscular body. My physical body was so full of life, as I see the great progress of my working out through the 31 years of living, starting in my early teens. My 'incarnate' dick started behaving in a rather carnate manner when it stiffened and slowly grew 3.5 inches into an erect 7.5-inch state.

I was horning myself, since I was so fucking gorgeous!

 

[Level27]

Chapter 2 - My Sex



At which point, I rubbed my hands on the back hair of my second me's head and drew my second me closer. I kissed myself wet on the lips. I was a fucking good sensualist. Gradually, my tongues started thrashing harder with each other, and the kisses grew more aggressive and slobbery.

"I love you, Tony," my 'incarnate me' reminded my 2nd me.

"I love you, too."

My 2 pairs of slobbering nasty lips continued to mack out with each other.

God, I love my 2 bodies aggressively caressing and passionately grabbing eachother. You've probably figured out by now that, heh, I'm a bit of an autosexual. That's what else is up with me. I've never really told anyone before during my lifetime, since it's such a strange sexual taboo (Even if it's more commonplace amoung gay men than what we'd like to openly admit!). I firmly believe that it's nothing to be ashamed of. (For me, when my family and friends don't love me, I got to love myself; if yaou catch my drift.)

And, there I was inside the church, celebrating just that!

With no restraint, I then proceeded to pull the shirt off of my second me's back, revealing the voluptuously thick pair of my Asian muscular steak pecs that I love turning myself on with so much. Still firmly grasping my 2nd me's back, I bent down and proceeded to tongue-swirl the hot asian male nipples atop my 2nd me's breast meats, first the right and then the left, while using my hand to cup and scrunch the opposite pec.

My nipples are fucking big. The gym-stretched cedar-colored male areolas each cover an area nearly as big as a gatorade bottle cap, with barley-sized slightly-lighter-colored nips centered on them.

I taste fucking good. After the nips, I open my hungering mouth wider to suck on my 2nd me's massive left pec, like one's eating succulent and juicy beef steak. 2nd me threw head backwards in pleasant joy.

God, I'm fucking asian. God, I'm fucking irresistably hot. I 'love' myself so fucking much!

While continuing to mouth-play with my 2nd me's steak pads, I reached down to feel the erect dick springing from the body of mine which I thought was supposed to be dead but turned out to still have so much life. I proceeded to jack my 2nd me off, and my 2nd me responded with a very ecstatic face. I know exactly that how beyond great it felt. I have really powerful massage grips for a pair of hands. How else do I make myself so incredibly happy every single night before I fall asleep??

I kept jacking my 2nd me off until, soon after, thick white cum started spurting from the slit of my 2nd me's dick. The elation was felt through both my bodies. My 2nd me boomed 6 times total.

My faces drew close to each other and began passionately kissing. Then, I withdrew abruptly.

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"Wait. I just had sex with myself." I said, a bit weirded out.

My 2nd me stared back at me, with a bit of an eerily handsome smile. "Don't you realize that you do that every night when you're horny and pleasuring yourself? You obviously 'love' yourself when you want to make yourself feel good, right?"

Fuck, I'm having a convo myself, and I agree with the things I say! It's like I'm medical or some shit like that.

"But, that's not all," my 2nd me stated as-a-matter-of-fact.

"What do you mean?" My 'incarnate' me asked, bewildered. "Also, what are you supposed to be? What am I? How can I be your spirit when you, my Earth body, are still alive and functioning? How can both that and the after-life body correspond with eachother like physical Earth friends? How could...."

"Sh-shhh...You're confused now, but it gets even better." (My 2nd me just had to deploy the 'I win 'cuz I know more than you, despite your louder overpowering tactless rant' technique on me....)

Right behind my 2nd me, an Asian woman with a beautiful hour-glass curvy body structure entered. She was naked, with boobs the size of softballs. Her perfectly egg-oval nipples are beyond larger than the size of eggs. Her vagina was very velvet-looking. And, she looked very mich like...

me!

She was me, the personification of my female being; what I would look like, were I a biological woman; with my Y-chromosome depleted.

My hell-bound Lord. What the actual fuck??

My 2nd me and I watch my female me's ass bounce while walking daintly towards me.

(Apparently, I am now in three bodies! Does this allegory get more confusing, or what? Try following along now!!)

My 2nd me turned to face my 'incarnate' me. "What femme beauty have we here, huh?" My 2nd me gave a playful wink.

Beauty....

I wanted to puke; those bouncing female basketball boobs just weren't a part of my gay male program.

But that's not the first thing that freaked me out. Where did the female version of me even come from??? If I'm supposed to be the spirit, and my 2nd me is my physical Earth body, then what part of me is my female body supposed to be??

"Well well. What a treasure. My two beautiful male bodies standing before me. I just love this." My female me smiled, giving me the same playful wink.

"Er, ya. I love my male body too," I replied nervously, watching my female me's irksome female curvy features approach my own male body.

"Aww, this one looks a little reserved and nervous." My female me was referring to me. "What's the matter, handsome cutie? Aren't you sexually attracted to yourself?"

"Of course I am! I'm turned on by my gay male self," I sputtered back. (But, why waste my energy saying that? My female me is me! My being attracted to my muscular male pecs, ass, dick, huge arms, massive legs, and cute masculine boy face is a common knowledge shared among all three of my bodies!)

My female me only grinned a slightly devilish grin. Wasting no more time, my female hands proceeded to caress my 'incarnate' me's muscular shoulders and kissed the lips of my 2nd me (other male).

Looked like it was a 3-way amoung my 3 bodies...

I was taken back by a bit of surprise, when... My 2nd me seems to enjoy those feminine lips like a straight man!

"Wh-wait!" I said indiscreetly. "I'm fucking gay. How can that even be enjoyable??"

"Awww," my female me responded. "Want a turn?"

"Er..."

Before I could reply, my female lips me quickly met with my own. I was silent, as I observed my female me wetly kiss my 'incarnate' me.

"Yea, kiss him, hot slut! >=) " My 2nd me blurted.

Those rosy lips of mine sensually slobbering up my 'incarnate' lips was way too much. It was just weird and pretty disgusting . My dick, which was, moments ago, hard for my 2nd me at 8", reverted back to its soft and limp 4.25 inches, having retracted its 3 erectile inches.

I immediately pulled my 'incarnate' lips back. "This is way awkward for me. I'm gay, and I'm out the door!!"

With that, I shuffled my clothes back on (with my shirt inside-out) and ran out of the church, to avoid my other-bodies' further cuckoo behavior.

As I ran, I saw my dad standing at the hill, staring disapproving at me running out of the church where my probation therapy was (allegedly) happening. What must have he been thinking? Probably that his "no good" son's inability to follow through with probation requirements reminded him what a "failure" of a son I was. (Heh, does it help me that I was the one who ended up as a ghost, while the rest of my family and gay friends were still alive and well?!) And then, what were he to think, if I told him the reason I ran out was due to duplicates of myself inside the church? I thunk that would 'confirm' my alleged 'drug-use' to him, and he would cut off my ties with him, for sure.

I continued running for 20 minutes, trying to enjoying the night-lit pavement in the rural-suburban hills; trying to outrun my father's disapproval, as well as the pure weirdness that I experienced in the church. The further I ran, the more I didn't have to deal with it.

But...

*sigh* I couldn't help but keep thinking about what I looked like as a woman..... those round basketball tits...they were fucking perfectly round.... full of milk..... it was new, something I never experienced before.....

I tried shaking it out of my mind. 'I'm gay', I told myself. I'm supposed to like men, not women. I like my male self, not my female version.

I focused my mind on my dick, while continuing my jog; and how good I looked as a guy. 'I turn my gay self on, as I always have. That's right. I like guys. I like my guy self...'

And, the thought of it was kinda getting a little dull and boring, provided that I've had no other kind of sexual contact but with guys....

Not just that: no matter how hard I tried... ugh.... I just couldn't get those huge massive tits of my female self off my mind ... they're so full of milk, sacked in hanging spherical milk bags... and so... irresistible!

Right then and there, I knew I couldn't outrun my quite bizzarely un-gay feelings; no matter how fast I ran.

Thinking about my female me, my dick started rejuvenating three inches, and the tree-hard stiffness came back. While no one but me was there on the sidewalk that quiet night, I reached into my pants to reposition my 8" wood, so that it doesn't hurt from having thoughts of my female me.

I never had these hetero feelings invade me before. They grew over-powering. It was mind-numbing. God...just....

I was at that moment very fucking curious about this non-male other body of mine!!

'But, wait,' I told myself. 'I'm gay. I'm Tony Tzhun. I'm not even attracted to women. Are these feelings even right??' I had to pause and think on this a little.

Then, I resolved unto myself, 'Right or not....it feels unimagimably good! Fuck gay correctness. If these gay-man eccentric slutty feelings for a woman is wrong, there's no reason that makes me have to be right!'

And, so.

I ran back to the church, faster than I jogged away. I certainly hope my 'duplicates' were still there!!

A quick gush of wind blew my eyes closed for a moment.

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As I opened my eyes back, I mysteriously arrived back at the church. 'Funny', I thought to myself, 'I swore there could have been at least 15 more minutes worth of running before I would have arrived.

Back inside thr conference room, there my two other bodies were, both still naked and alluring. My 2nd me leaned against the casket, while my female me was playing solo pool. I took note of my female me: girl face with no masculine jawline, hips 30% larger than waste, bubbly shapely ass cheeks, an inviting feline's cave for a pussy with two really large labia folds, and did I mention perfect full lactate bags the size of basketballs?! Fuck, this body was female all right, not male. And, with that, I was 'roused with sluttier thoughts than ever.

Those huge areolas: if my male areolas were the size of Gatorade bottle caps, those female cedar-colored areolas must've been the size of medium grapefruits! They're so perfectly ovally round. They're positioned just right at the tip of two naturally gargantuan heavy breasts; constantly swinging left and right like in a hypnotic pedant manner, while playing pool. They were so jugular, so massive, they hung slightly below the diaphragm line.

What's even better: they were absolutely 100% natural! No augmentation, no alteration of any kind, nothing. The areolas were naturally huge like that. Those tits naturally produced that much milk!

My gay woodstick started wetting my boxer briefs with an abundance of pre-ejaculate fluid.

2nd me was holding my $70 bottle of deer-antler froth.

"What the hell you doing with that?" I asked.

My 2nd me grinned the same devilish smile my female me did earlier. "I know why you came back down after you ran off. You and your faggotness couldnt resist how beautiful your gorgeous female bod looks! > of course you had to take another look. Right, queer?" 2nd me then walked closer to my female me at the pool table. "So now, with your stolen dear-antler froth now in my system, which I applied to myself while you were running the hills, let me just demonstrate to you what you and your fairy ass are eagerly curious about." He pointed to the wet mark in my pants, perfectly positioned where the head of throbbing hard erected 8" penis was.

2nd me, horny as a fucking wapiti due to taking my froth supplement, embraced my female me against the pool table, and those two other-bodies of mine went into a deep mackout, as before. My female lactate boobs took up quite a lot of space, when pressing intimidatingly against my 2nd me's very thick breast steaks. (Whether pectoral muscle or milk dud tissues, no matter the sex of my body, looks like my breast area is quite large!!) My male 2nd me was so raptured in my female volumous tits pressed up against the male breast steaks, 2nd me's large Asian throbbing cock grew harder, pressing firmly against my female Asian pussy. Unintentionally, but nevertheless naturally, it slid right in, stimulating every centimenter of vaginal lining it came across; at which point, my female me let out a cute girly wail, while still in a deep kiss with my male 2nd me.

Then, abruptly out of nowhere, my male 2nd me began stormily slamming in and out of my salacious female twat, which took my female me by utter surprise. My two others' lips separated, as my female me let out a great cry of physical pleasure. I watched in great sluttish muse, as my male other-body slammed and slammed 4 times per second. There were a few moments of deep-burrow-fucking, where the dickhead was close to the cervix and fervently implosively sliding in-and-out the length of half an inch, before reverting back to crushingly explosive 41-inch slams.

My female me looked to experience an inescapable excruciating plethora of pleasure. There I was, standing right in front of my two other-bodies, watching the live auto-sex show very intently, horny beyond horniness seeing my female mountainous tits twirling large circles while having the fuck of my female me's life. I was such a beautiful creature as an Asian woman.

My 2nd me then re-positioned to fuck my female me from behind, sitting on top of the pool table with legs hanging from the edge, strutting off off my female's anatomy being savagely pleasured.

That was it. I could take it no more.

Like a beast, I tactlessly madly pulled off my shirt and mercilessly unzipped and dropped my pants, showing my 'incarnate' hot naked male body once more to my other mes' while fucking. Completing my hot Asian body, characterized by gorged pecs, abs, thick bicep arms, butch jawlines, barrel v-back and horselegs, was my throbbing hungry 8-inch fat asian cock.

I eagerly walked over to the edge of the pool table and proceeded to double-penetrate my female vagina along with my 2nd me.

The steam in the conference room was beyond this world: three mes procreating with myself.

What's more: I hardly noticed my 2nd me's beautiful male body anymore; it was on the other side of my female me, and I couldn't give two shits. Standing in front, I had full access view of my female hot form and lusciously warm female tiger's cave being sexually sated by my fucking!

The only instance where I paid any attention to my 2nd me was when my 2nd me's male hands reached out from behind my female me and attempted to grab my pecs. I grabbed them and pushed them off. "Listen, I'm not into that gay shit anymore. I only want to do shit with gals now. The only pleasure you're giving me is your dick helping to stimulate my dick to reach ecstasy inside a vagina. Everything else between you and me is gone. Yo hear?"

Hearing my 'incarnate' me say that made my 2nd me extremely proud, weirdly enough. "That a boy! Or, shall I say, that a real man!!"

I smiled devilishly back at my 2nd me. "That's right, Tony! A real man I am now. No more am I a fag!" >

My three me's laughed before my male bodies exploded profusely in hyper orgasm into my female mind-mesmerizing cunt. I felt for the first time a full-body orgasm that trembled through every vein and artery in my body, as my Asian dick contracted spurts of semen, glazing my female tiger cave's wall. I saw the same surreal bliss in my 2nd me's face.

My male bodies fucking ejaculated strong no-longer-queer liquid seed into my female vagina for 15 seconds. I came down from my high and proceeded to lovingly kiss my female me on the rosy lips for a few more seconds. This time, I didnt pull back, for this time, I hardly found it gross. At that moment, kissing a woman was, tsk, somewhat better than kissing a guy; as much as I had enjoyed the latter in my past.

While kissing, though, I presumed trying to understand the questions I pondered on earlier: how am I able to even talk to myself in different bodies like this? What the hell's really going on??

Well, the one thing that made sense right then was, my female me's lips were so delicious; like the milk I test-tasted from my female me's lactation; a weird thing to say, were I still gay.

Then, the next eccentric event occurred: I felt my female me's stomach grow. It bloated like a hot-air lift. Then, through her vaginal opening rolled out a little human curled up in a ball, hanging onto and umbilical cord. Soon after, yet another little darling rolled out, attached to yet another umbilical cord. before I knew it, a total of 5. Rather than crying, they were all... laughing.

The 5, then, got really obnoxious, if not slightly disturbing: their voices assumed a vaguely sly alienish tone, which, like the rest of the events this evening, kind of creeped me out.

As soon as that happened, there was silence..... my two other bodies were nowhere to be seen. My female me was not on my lips. The 5 babies were not on the floor.

I closed my eyes and shook my head. Not this again...

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I opened my eyes. Next thing I knew, I was standing on the hill again. Can't figure out how I instantly ended back there.

Ugh, this is getting annoying.

I walked back down to the church, staring through the window into the conference room. 11 probationers and the therapists were amidst deep discussion.

But, they weren't there earlier! ... Were they?

Seeemed I missed the start of the session while I was standing on the hill, after what I seemed to have thought was my having escaped the church during the Earthquake. From there, I drifted off Earth into some doo-dah la-la land for an hour or so; a la-la land that just didn't make any sense and had no place in reality.

As I checked once more, the casket wasn't even there, as it was earlier!

(Though, I know my missing this therapy session was going to be reported back to my parole officer!)

"Must have all been my imagination," I thought to myself.

"Of course it's your imagination," someone blurted blandly.

I jumped at the unexpected voice behind me, amd turned around. I was aghasted: there my naked 2nd me and female me were, standing side by side. And, I was completely disturbed: my bodies stood robotically with hands down to the side, legs parallel, backs straight, stare right back at me with widened glaring eyes, which looked very unsettling. Every muscle, except those that animated my bodies' lips, were motionless; even my female body's huge boobs behaved like stiffened rocks, without a single bounce or jingle in the wind.

Discordant nightmarish music started playing in the background; sounded like a combination of piano dissonant chromatic ostinato, with a timeclock's echoing low-pitched tic-toc overlayed on top; an echo which can jab at the eardrums at low volume. "It's all in your imagination... that you're gay."

"Ok. I'm scared now. What the hell are you guys? Where the fucking hell did you come from? Where did you take me an hoir before? What do you want from me??"

My two other mes stared at me in a silent eldritch manner for seconds, before responding even more monotonously. The echo that occurred in their speech was... spine-chilling, to say the least.

"You know who I am. I'm Tony Tzhun. Have you forgotten, Andrew?" 2nd me stared even more strangely at me.

"The hell did you just call me?" I responded.

"What? You forgot your own name, Andrew?" My female me said to me, also in the same eerily monotonic voice.

... ...

...

"Andrew?? Who the fuck is Andrew?"

"That's you, Andrew. I'm tony. This is Tanya, your female incarnation." 2nd me repeated himself, more impatient.

The nightmarish background music became more distressing, as 'Tanya', my female me, stared me down. "Looks like you really have forgotten yourself, name and alll. See, Andrew was gay. But, you've forsaken that; forsaken the queer faggot part of yourself. Tonight, you've fucked me, a female version of yourself, which you wished you fucked for all those years that you had fucked Tony. You can't even distingiish yourself from Tony any longer, can you? That's because you had sex with a woman." Lifting both my female me's eyebrows, "Can you really call yourself gay anymore?"

The next strange thing started happening. My two other bodies started becoming transparent, very slowly gradually fading away. Without moving a leg muscle, they proceeded to slowly float towards me.

"You're the only one here, Andrew. Tanya and Tony don't actually exist; because Tanya and Tony are you." 2nd me said.

"That's some fucked up creepy muthafucka' right there. What the fuck are y'all even saying??"

My two other me's kept floating towards me, and the nightmarish music gradually became louder, the closer they came. "Tanya already asked you. Can you get hard for me, your other male body?" 2nd me grabbed at the fading large pecs, like how I always used to love doing to turn myself on. I stared down at my dick, and it was limp.

Shit! 2nd me was right. "See? I think not. Look at your pathetically limp dick. Didn't used to be limp when your huge then-gay muscle breasts were grabbed by a guy, just like what I'm doing now, now did it?"

I stared back up at my 2nd me, and the most frightnening thing up to that point had happened: my 2nd me's whole body and face had underwent a terrifying transformation, in the time I stared down at my dick and looked back up again! my 2nd me's body was much wider with an unrealistic-looking exagerated v-torso, and the eyes have shrunken, with pupils looking wickedly focused, as if being able to see very far but lacking in peripheral vision. Almost like that of .... an anatomically straight guy.

My 2nd me didn't look like me anymore. I didn't really recognize the creature that was supposed to be my 2nd body. In a terrifyingly non-gay hetero male voice, "You're dead. What you've previously known about you is dead. Dead as the casket which I laid in..."

The background of nightmarish music grew to its loudest, as 'Tayna' and my 2nd me began to merge with my body, staring at me now with even sharper sinister widened eyes, still increasing in transparency.

Then, the background nigthmarish music's echoing tic-toc grew louder and faster, as my 2nd me's eyes, which were all that was in my very face at that point, began to ravenously garrison a wolf-like furious glare. 2nd me nearly emerged with me to become one again, when the 5.6 Earthquake from earlier returned. My 2nd me snarled and growed increasing louder and louder, wolf eyes shaking unimaginably in my face..

And then, all went black. The nightmarish discordant music and tic-tocking disappeared evanescently.

 

[Level27]

Chapter 3 - My Revelation



I opened my eyes, with a slight gasp of air. I was in my room. My clock read 12:08am; it turned Oct. 31st 8 minutes ago. I was fully awake. My blanket sheets were stained with a huge water-mark of nocturnal emission. (Nice feeling like a horny teen again, I guess.)

That must've been the strangest nightmare I've so far in my life experienced. Who's Tony Tzhun? My name's Andrew Yip. I'm not even on legal probation, as I've never been in trouble with the law. That church that's supposed to be across the street from where I live: it doesn't exist. The $70 bottle of deer-antler testosterone: I bought with every penny I earned from my restaurant job. My father and mother passed away 12 years ago when I was 19, having left me a will for their unspent $16,800,000 (which, according to the will, the bank has been instructed to not allow me to possess until 3 years later).

I am in fact Chinese, and I am a hot fag stud. Most everything else is pretty fictional.

Well, so I thought.

I laid there in my bed, pondering over the nightmare I just had. That's all it was: a stupid-ass nightmare. The whole "NO LONGER GAY!! >=D" shit doesnt seem true at all. I am gay.

But, I just can't help but keep asking myself: who the hell is Tony?

They say that dreams are a window to aspects of reality that has been previously unknown to us; that dreams maybe a prophetic vision for things yet to come.

I remained frozen in my bed, as the after-effect of my nightmare. I turned my head slightly to see my beautiful gay Korean fiance, Jayden Kao, asleep. We were going to be married in half a year, and we would show the world what a proud LGBT male couple we were.

Then, I thought back to Tanya, the girl in the nightmare, who was supposed to be the female embodiment of myself. I remembered how voluptuously humoungous my female milkjugs were; and how irresistibly horny I made my male self in my dream, just looking and playing with them.

I thought to myself. Could I really be turned on by female boobs like this in real life? For God's sakes, like I said over and again, I'm gay. I'm about to be married to my soon-to-be husband, Jayden.

I got my naked ass out of my bed, defying my body's instinctual desire to stay frozen due to the nightmare. A coldness ran through my body, thanks to my doing this. I grabbed and booted up my laptop and went immediately onto pornhub.com. I searched up some vids and pics of hot women, using serch-terms like "busty blonde", "brunette babes", "black chicks", "exotic Japanese girl bukkake", and so on and so forth.

There was one particular 25-min video I came across, which was of a pair of double-d busty blonde white women dildo-vibrating a curvacious and entrancing Asian woman, while grabbing and sucking on her huge boobs. Basically, it was 3 femme lesbians kissing, fingering and tit-playing with each other.

My desire to resist something that should be weird and disgusting, in fact, was.... met with a bit of failure: I couldn't help noticing that, like my watching 'Tanya' being fucked, I was sporting a +3 inch wood-on while looking at these naked women.

I was a bit shocked: as a gay muscular guy of whom I've always thought couldn't be more gay.... I was very much enjoying the naked women on screen! Just like what I had experienced in my nightmare. Seems I like gay videos, but the one I liked watching at the moment wasn't focused on guys.

Turns out: my proud gay self being horny for females was the one most important thing that came true about my terrible dream!

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The three lesbian porn actresses in the vid were in their mid-20s. They were moving in a rather ravishing, mind-numbingly hot feminine manner, and their tits, which looked like huge water balloons bouncing up and down while hanging inside a spandex bag, jingled and jangled here and there as they fucked each other with that dildo

The more I watched while not touching my dick, the more its 7.5" erect state began increasing even bigger into 8.5". Pre-jizz started mercilessly ejecting and running down the shaft of my dick, as I slowly gripped it and proceeded to stroke off slowly.

But wait. What about my being gay??

I looked over once again at Jayden, to see if I was still turned on by him. After all, he's my fiance.

Turns out, I wasn't: he's the same boring-ass male that I've previously fucked for 6 years. He's boring as fuck to me now, and other guys, if I stared at them naked from then on, will probably be just as dull the same. I don't any longer give a sexual shit about shapely large male pecs, neither my own nor another gay guy's, no matter how hot they are. The only thing I found useful about my pecs from then on are my large nipples: they are now nothing but mere tools for me to pinch and stimulate while watching white chicks fuck asian chicks, just to enhance the pleasure of jacking off to the estatic sight of women doing eachother.

No longer did I keep looking at them in the mirror, no longer did I give a narcissistic flying horny fuck about them. Since then on, I didn't jack off to them, like a pathetic autosexual faggot would. Rather, I desired to use them as a tool to attract the other sex, like any masculinely sexy hetero fuckshit would!!

God, with the exquisitely horn-provoking feminine female women I was watching having sex with each other on screen, words can only describe so much. The wall-trembling feeling I was experiencing while viewing these three lesbians was verbally indescribable. I just couldn't help myself with all I Earthily have. God... just... damn to fuck, those white chix doing that Asian chick really showed me how much my sexual desires can and have shiftrd. I've never in my life had such over-powering faint-inducing slutty feelings.

I DONT FUCKING REGRET IT!

Tony Tzhun is the heterosexual alter-identity who lives inside of me. He is separate from the me who has identified as gay. He came to me in sleep, and, manifested in a secondary body, he showed me the part of me that could make me different.

Tanya is a representation of my fluid sexuality, born out of the counterpart focused on females, which is Tony. Encased in them both is a sexual orientation, each focused on opposite attraction to the sexes.

Tony and I don't exist one after the other, like I thought in my dreams: I'm not a spirit, nor is he my physical form. He is not what I refered to as my 2nd me. Since my fresh new understanding of him, it felt iffy of me to call him that any further. No, he's not my 2nd me; neither is Tanya my 3rd me. We three exist together. We make up one. We are me.

I finally got their riddle; the one they recited to me, while floating transparent towards me at the end of the nightmare.

No matter how disturbingly creepy he was, I love the change Tony introduced to me. Fuck my past sexual feelings with faggot gay fags! I feel like a real male specimen since he came along. I sexually like women from then on, not men. I was just pissed that he had to be so latent, having not come to me sooner; thinking on all those wasted years of me being gay.

So now, the question is, which sexual orientation will I want to make active?

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Jayden was disturbed awake by my bed aggressively vibrating to my virulent wack off, still half-asleep. There, he dazingly took note of my sitting with one leg spread out and the other leg rested with knees bent up, while... jacking off to lesbian porn??? There, I was, making mean sexual grunting faces at the computer screen, where three women couldn't seize pleasuring eachother, capturing the sexual longing of any heterosexual man eyes unfortunate enough to come across them. Jayden saw my right fist mercilessly squeezing my shaft, as it agilely and insensitively slide up and down, up and down at 6 wacks per second. On screen, Ms. Asia was wildly fingering her tactlessly juicing labia folds while sucking on the huge nips of the white chicks' double-d milksacs. Watching the excruciating pleasure the women were giving to each other and listening to their womanly wails of slutty pleasure, hoards of precum from my own stimulated 8" Asian dick continued to dangle and flagrantly swing left and right, before landing on the bedsheets right inbtween my knees, right below my elephant now-hetero balls. My right fist glazed in my prejizz, and the pre-jizz stain pond below my nalls was large, at around 4" in diameter.

I turned to my dipshit soon-not-to-be husband, still jacking off. "Morning, Jayden, my fucking faggot. Listen, I'm fucking call our marriage off. Newsflash: I ain't gay. I ain't no faggot wanting sex with a man. That just stupid and awkward. What you don't know about me is that I'm now a man. A real man. I'm into chick eyes and tits and pussy. That's what I'm now married to. Not you, ya queer. I can't believe I once thought you were the one I will be locked into the folds of marriage with!"

Jayden, still half asleep, lifted one eye brow in weird confuzzlemsnt, chuckling a bit. "What the fuck you talking, my lil turd? >=)" Thinking I was joking, he proceeded to slowly move closer to me to suck on my steak pecs. (I used to love weirdo'ing with this man, and feigning hetetosexuality was how I typically did it. Jayden always thought it adorable, and it's one of the cute things he liked about me; or rather, my former faggot self. Little did he know, he was in for a rude awakening: this time, I wasnt being a weirdo. I meant every bit of what I said!)

I recoiled and pushed him away, which he almost feel off the bed.

"Bro, think I'm kidding do you?? I'm fucking not. Don't ever do that to me again, else you want something from my fist that you'll regret! Ya fucking cocksucker." His eyes are now awake, widened in shocking bewilderment.

I turnd my laptop screen towards Jayden, and then my seated body to face him. "See these beautiful chicks that I'm jacking off to? This dick," as I pointed to my pre-jizz-ejecting slobbery 8" man-wood, still jacking off, "belongs inside hot sluts as what you see in this vid. It was made to make babies with slutty women who are the likes of them! It doesnt belong to you any more; not in your mouth, not in your hands, not in your ass. I'm gonna make babies with lots of women, now. In a moment or two, a pint of semen's going to dispel out of the slit of my head., thanks to what these hot girls are doing to each other. The way they move, the way they fucking slut each other up, is having a huge positive effect on my reproductive system. I want what's about to come out of me to end up inside one of these girls' cervixes, since more than a few billion of my sperm will go to waste otherwise."

I continued masturbating violently and furiously, wishing my massive thick DNA soup being built up would hurtfully impale Jayden's face, just to teach him a lesson for ever having thought that I was a gay man belonging to him. "With tits full of milk as big as these, and girlish faces this cute, I'm proud to be a dominant jackass hetero piece of shit, and nothing you do or say can stop me. Got it, ya Korean little fairy??"

Jayden basically rolled his eyes with a small little fag grin, thinking I must have been high on dope or some shit like that. Alright to him. He seemed to not have gotten what's really going on. He'll get it soon.

I thought about what I said seconds ago, and it really excited me. I looked out the window at the Moon. It was a full moon on Oct. 31 that day. In the time that it took for my cum to build up inside my vas deferens track, I came up with the most gruesomely sexy idea that any gay2str8 motherfucker could ever concoct: to, in fact, impregnate a bunch of women during full moon, which time is rumored should be when females ovulate. I would treat myself to a bit of a Halloween Fiesta by driving the three and a half hours to Las Vegas, in order to find hot hoes in their 20s, just like the ladies on screen. I would trick them into thinking that I was still gay by acting a bit feminine, while wearing rainbow pants and a tight tank top, only to be 'surprised' at just how irresistibly hot those hoes are, just so that they would let me and my not-actually-gay jerkwod self have no-longer-gay sex with them. There'd absolutely no chance of pulling out when it came time to release my liquid DNA! Maybe somehow the result of this would be 5 babies, my very first. If dreams are, in fact, prophetic, I wouldn't weed out this possibility!

Hell, why should I only enjoy heterosexual male fantasies in porn? Why not drop the restriction and actually live them!

In fact, I had an even better plan. A lot of the moronic Asian fag friends that I have, like Jayden, still think I'm gay. I'll play along with that. I'll invite those queer buddies of mine with me onto my road trip, making sure that they took testosterone supplements in preparation for a hot faggot fuc party. I'd tell them to be "proud of who they are" by coloring their handsome gay men's hair style and waering hot tight mens clothes, preferably with a rainbow logo somewhere on it. Lil' would they know that night that this party would not be consisting of male whores. Rather, they'll be shocked by the women I would fucking force us all to fuck as a bunch of ex-faggots!! And their gay2str8 revelation will too come, just like mine did that early midnight, once they realized they're hot fuk sessions as gay guys fucking chicks has caused them children to be on their way.

It would be easy to convince them to do all of this. We were a "tight" group.

Sounds, heh, kind of gay when I say that, right? Well, o longer would I consider us "tight", from then on. We'd be a bunch of straight arshole buddies, probably learning to drink beer, constantly talking and laughing over the chicks that we fuck and impregnate in our lives.

I knew right then that, with this incredibly exhilarating idea in mind, I really was no longer gay. My muscular Asian guy friends, from that night on, would no longer be gay. and, I wouldn't want it any other way.

I can't appreciate Tony more.

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(Finale: The Ejaculations!)

Back on the screen, Ms. Asia was fucked deeply by that dildo and spurt after spurt of pussy juice blasted on both white chicks faces and tits; like a waterhose being playfully blasted onto them during outdoor recreation. They laughed and giggled like young college babes, something so unimaginably gratifying to my now-hetero ears, and I lost it right there:

I reached the 'point of no return'. This was it. Faggot Jayden, still watching me, was going to see my first ever straight male orgasm in person, and it was going to be from his now-hetero male ex-fiance. My PC muscle was tensing up, holding up the crescendo of flowing liquid DNA that wad ready to blast out through my urethra.

That wasn't all. My increased no-longer-gay sexual feelings from having looked at naked females told my reproductive body that one build up wasn't enough: my PC muscle performed yet an underlying second tense-up, more powerful than the first, as additional cum was being manufactured; far more total cum than I had produced in my former years when I was attracted and looking at the vomitrocious male specimen.

My male body looks like it was readying itself for reproduction, seeing that it caught sight of the most beautiful gender on the face of the Earth and all; three of whom were fingering eachother's tits and pussy, spurting pounds of sugar and spice and everything nice on eachother's tits and faces.

As I was good as ready to ejaculate my now-straight liquid genetic code, I looked over at my $70 bottle of deer antler testosterone froth and fully came to realize the powerful effect it had on my physical development; and my sexual one. Really, this product did live up to its reputation!

I have it and Tony Tzhun to thank for my journey into this newfound hetero identity.

I swear to God, my build up to my climax must have lasted 12 to 15 seconds, far longer than the superficial instantaneous pent-ups to quick orgasm which I reptitively experienced jacking off to males. And, that was only the climaxing portion.

"Fag," I said to Jayden while focused ever-intensely on the 3 gals, "Want to see how turned on I am by these hot lesbo chicks??"

My white cream of tadpoles was ready to come out. My gay male ex-fiance was watching me. While Ms. Asia was dildo-fucked, with her Double-D grand asian boobulars gyrating and her preciously cute Asian gal face plummeting into the deep sprays of white chicks female ejaculation broth: my own dick gurgled out a huge hoard of thick, opaque alabaster liquid DNA. Immediately following that was a pair of fully unmistakably visible DNA ropes, which quite viciously discharged in two directions a feet and a half above my head. "SHIT!!!, >=|" I hollered. 6 subsequent pairs of DNA ropes of the same length and same fervent power proceeded to fire out of me and land all over my fingers, body and bed, at a rate of 1 second in between contractions, while continuing to watch these gorgeous lesbian women and their huge balloon bahamas equipped with huge areolas. I continued to yell "SHIT" during each contraction.

The next 4 contractions were singular jizz ropes, but damn, what ropes! I swear to fucking Lord, each one of these was at least a fucking tablespoon! They were the absolute peak of my spell-bound climax.

Fucking Jayden was watching my hetero cum explosions, with his widened eyes then falling into a bit of discouragement and resentment. Seems he finally got the message.

I only wished all this male reproductive gloop being mercilessly expelled from my 8" asian pussyfucker was expelled into the entrance of these three women's snatches.

But, surely enough, the bottom right of the video read, "film shot from the Crimson Lioness's Den"; which I know is a whorehouse in Vegas; where my no-longer-gay ex-fag self and soon-to-be-ex-fag company are going that night!

The fact that I already roped more than 11 fat DNA strings while taking unbearably hot site of what the 3 lesbos were doing to each other didn't conclude me from continuing to jack off watching them. I DNA-roped and DNA-roped and DNA-roped and DNA-roped and DNA-roped, reaching an end-euphoria that transversed the realm of this physical world! Which I only experienced for the first time, now having a proud attraction to women and not to men.

Thank you once more, Tony.
*cues nightmarish tic-toc music*

~~~The End~~~

 

[MikeT008]

Cool! I'll check it out soon, and let you know what I think

 

[Level27]

Haha Tell me what you think. By far, it's the weirdest one I've written. Hell, I continuously had the Shivers, just typing it out! Once you read it, you'll see what I mean. (Or, maybe not. )

And,
*clears voice*

Happy late Halloween to all who are unlucky enough to come into the crosshairs of Tony Tzhun's evil nightmare entrancement. This post-Hallow's evening, you will succumb to the spell he casts on you, and you will dreadfully and catastrophically lose your homosexuality to fervent sex with women, as induced by the horror that happens at night, in your solemn sleep.

Think you can handle it?

*cues nightmarish music*

 

[Level27]

I should have warn y'all: experimental includes an autosexuality component: amoung many attractive peeps, Andrew's sexually attracted to himself and, later, the female version of himself. Some people maybe weirded out by this; even if, as I soeculate, autosexuality is generously sprinkled amoung gay men in the LGBT community.

Still, I should have given this heads up. Lol

 

[MikeT008]

You're right, that was quite an unusual story, but also very sexy at the same time.
It reminded me of some "straight dreams" I've had in the past.
I once dreamed I was an air pilot, and I had a threesome with my two girlfriends in the airport lounge before leaving to fly the plane.
It weirded me out at the time, it was my first real dream or fantasy involving women. And I woke up with an super hard dick I had to take care of.

I enjoyed your story. I actually laughed out loud when Jayden woke up to find soon-to-be ex fiance, Andrew, working on his 'straight' piece of meat to lesbian threesome porn. XD

As for the autosexuality part of the story, it's not something I've experienced myself. I am happy with my looks, but I'm not attracted to myself. It's an interesting idea though, and not something I've thought much about before.

It's also kind of a creepy story, and perfect timing for Halloween.

 

[gravityyaoi]

Good to see a story form you Level27! I'll read it soon. I've got one that I'll be posting as soon as it's approved on literotica. You'll enjoy it I think.

 

[gravityyaoi]

Hey everyone, here's my latest story. I've had bronchitis recently and while being sick I've had a boatload of ideas. This was one of them so hopefully it tides you over while I work on outlines for some other ones. Cheers!

Sushi Dreams by gravityyaoi
https://literotica.com/s/sushi-dreams

 

[MikeT008]

Hi Gravityyaoi.
Hope you've fully recovered from your recent illness. I've been really busy so only just seen your new post.
Glad to see a new story. I hope to check it out soon, and I'll leave some feedback.

 

[MikeT008]

That was a very hot story, Gravityyaoi. It was already written very well. I enjoyed it. Thanks

 

[gravityyaoi]

That was a very hot story, Gravityyaoi. It was already written very well. I enjoyed it. Thanks

Thanks for the well wishes! I'm over the worst of it but my lungs and voice aren't back up to snuff and it bothered some other things, but I'm going to my acupuncturist for that soon.

I'm really glad you enjoyed it. It came to me one morning and I wrote it that day, so I was worried about how it would turn out. Feedback has been good, though, and I'm glad to see I can write shorter stories, haha. I've got more ideas written down that I can work on, so hopefully it won't be too long before the next one.

 

[MikeT008]

oops! I meant to say it was *also written very well (not "already"). I hadn't been up long when I wrote that. lol
Looking forward to the new stuff

 

[hink13h]

Peer Pressure
Written By spencerwils

Only 5 seconds were left on the clock and we needed to score this touchdown to win the skirmish. If the wide receiver can do his part and catch this ball, this game is ours.

The ref blew the whistle and it was time to focus. I scanned the field to see where he was positioned and like clockwork, the timing was perfect. I saw my opportunity and I took it. The ball was on its way and it was up to him now. The clock hit zero and I could see the reaction on everyone’s face. My man did it! Touchdown!!!

Having practice go so well, my teammates and I were ready to take on our rival school during Friday night’s game. All that was left to do was hit the showers and clean off this filth.

Football’s pretty big at my school. Talent scouts come all the time to scope out possible new recruits. Being the team’s quarterback doesn’t hurt either. What can I say, I’ve been playing all my life to get to this point. Hopefully I’ll get recruited and earn a full scholarship for college since I’m a senior and all. In the meantime, all I can do is lead my fellow teammates to victory. Go bears!

How ironic that our team mascot is also my favorite type of men. Oh, I should also mention that I’m not your quintessential jock. I do sports and work out pretty much during all of my free time. That’s why I’m so ripped for an 18 year old. But I’m not your typical pussy loving straight jock. I’ve always known I was gay, even at a young age. Having crushes on most of my best guy friends growing up kind of gave it away. I would never do anything to make them feel uncomfortable so they never treated me like an outsider. I’ve always felt like one of the guys. It just so happens that I’d rather plow a hot ass than go near a vagina. I lost my virginity at 14 too, so I’m definitely not new to the game.

Now where was I? Oh yeah, back to the bears. It’s kind of funny that I’m attracted to bears mostly, since I play one on the field. I’ve had my share of hot guys my age, but now that I’m 18, I’m definitely looking forward to exploring my options with older guys out there. Something about hairy and beefy older men just gets me going. I’m sure I won’t have trouble finding someone though. I hear daddies are attracted to muscular, smooth, and shaven younger guys. The contrast in body type appeals to them as well.

“Hey man, you did awesome out there,” one of teammates said to me. “They’re not gonna know what hit’em tomorrow night.”

“Thanks dude. Just trying to be a good quarterback, you know?”

“Oh I know. Some of the girls have been talking about you. Saying that they think you’re hot because of how you play on the field. They’d probably give up their pussies too, if you ask,” he said, shooting me a look.

“Dude, you know I’m not interested in chicks,” I responded while rolling my eyes.

“Hey, I’m just the messenger. How do you know you won’t like if you’ve never tried it? Pussy feels good man, I’m just saying.”

“Listen buddy, I’ve been screwing dudes since I was 14 years old. I don’t say out loud because it’s obviously not something you want to hear about.”

“Too late.” He pretended to barf.

“I’m just saying that if I wanted to sleep with a girl, I would do it by now. Like you said, a lot of people find the football team’s quarterback hot. Truth is, I’ve never been the slightest bit curious about it and probably never will be.”

“Suit yourself, more for me. After we crush them tomorrow, there’s gonna be a house party at Frank’s place. Make sure you plan ahead Wes. I know how you leave everything until the last minute, aka, studying.”

“Get out of here dickhead,” I joked.

Game day had arrived and it was time to do our thing. Honestly, I wasn’t nervous at all. The confidence I had in my team was all I needed. They were like brothers to me.

As the game went on, things went very smoothly for us. We got their defenses and exploited their weak spots. Needless to say, we won the game. All in the footwork baby.

After the game, I went home to shower and change. When I got to Frank’s place, the party seemed to be in full effect. The music was so loud that you could hear outside. I walk inside and the whole school seemed to be there. The second everyone saw me, they started clapping. The guys gave me a victory pat on the back while the girls hugged me. Some hugs were friendly, others, not so much. I guess they don’t care that I’m gay apparently.

I saw my friends in the back chatting it up. They fixed me a drink in a matter of seconds. I know we’re not supposed to be drinking…but I won’t say anything if you won’t.

I was having a good time at the party and was on my second beer.

“Hey Wes, me and some of the other guys got you a gift for taking us through this season like a champ,” one of my teammates mentioned.

“Aww guys, you shouldn’t have. But who am I to turn down a present right? I hope it’s the newest call of duty.”

“Not quite. We left it in one of the rooms upstairs. Mike, why don’t you show our brother here where it is?”

“Sure thing, follow me.”

“I don’t know why you guys brought it here but okay…” I was skeptical at first, but hopefully it’s something good.

I followed Mike up the stairs where he led me to a room down the end of the hall. “Here we are. Your present awaits you oh king of the quarterbacks.” He opens the door and I almost had a heart attack on the spot.

“Looks like you guys got started without him. How inconsiderate.” And with that, he shoved me into the room and locked the door from the outside. “Have fun buddy!”

So this is my present. Two girls I recognized from the cheerleading team were going at right in front of me. A blond was on her back eating out the brunette that was sitting on her face. Those sneaky douchebags. Apparently my earlier conversation had circled back to the rest of the team and they concocted a plan to get me to try pussy. Assholes, all of them.

I didn’t know to do. The situation was so awkward for me. These 2 could care less apparently. The brunette’s pussy was being eaten out with someone else in the room and her expression didn’t show any shame.

“Come join us Wes. We want to reward you for doing such a good job tonight at the game.”

My masculine instincts suddenly kicked in. The same instinct which helps play football so well is also telling me to go ravish these 2 cheerleading sluts. Even if I wanted to leave at this point, I couldn’t since I was locked in. Guess I should let my manly instincts take over and have some fun while I can.

I took off my shirt and pants, standing there in my pink underwear.

“Oh my God, you are so gay!” the blond said.

“You know I’m gay, yet you still want me to come play with you guys?”

The blond responded with, “Just because you’re a fag, doesn’t mean you’re not hot. Now get that tight bodybuilder muscle over here and give us your faggot dick.”

They didn’t need to say that again. I quickly took off my pink undies which revealed the raging hard on that came out of nowhere. I guess my body really was taking over. I didn’t even notice myself getting hard.

I walked over to the 17 year old blond and got my tongue ready. I knew they were both 17 because they were a class below mine. I didn’t care how old they were though, my mind was a bit preoccupied by the wet pussy I was about feast on. My tongue acted on its own, exploring the many folds of her cunt. She was incredibly wet for someone that wasn’t being eaten out like she was doing with her friend. The taste of her juices on my gay tongue was so satisfying. My tongue lapped up as much of it as it could. No amount seemed like it was enough. I could eat her out for hours. I wondered if her friend tastes this sweet as well. Guess I’m going to have to find out later. I heard the muffled moans as my tongue entered her pussy. It was like a fountain in there. Hopefully a never ending fountain.

Even though I still didn’t have my fill of her warm juices, I just knew I needed to get my gay cock in between those jugs. Mother nature definitely blessed her with some nice tits. The looked so fuckable. I placed my fat cock between them and used a little spit to lube it up. After using both of my hands to squeeze them together, the friction being created by my thrusting was an intense feeling. No wonder so many of my friends were boob guys. This was fucking awesome. Even the biggest dick can get lost in a nice pair of tits.

While I continued to mercilessly fuck her chest, Kara the brunette grabbed ahold of my face. “I want your gay spit in my mouth fag,” she demanded. For an 17 year old girl, she was quite dirty. Even I have never spit in another guy’s mouth before. I heard that’s something older gay bears typically do during sex. I guess I can practice now before being subjected to it by a hot bear in the future. I gathered as much saliva as I could which I used to spit directly into her mouth. She swallowed all of it in one gulp which really impressed me. Going off of that, I decided to spontaneously spit on her face and free one of my hands to rub it all over.

“Yes, baby. I’m liking these surprises.” My hand immediately pushed her breast back into position to continue the amazing sensation I was experiencing. Kara, however, had other plans for me. She ordered her friend to hold her breasts together so that my hands were free.

She directed one hand to her titty and made me fondle one while she played with the other. My second hand was directed to her dripping, wet pussy and guided inside. I messaged her moist walls as she went in for a kiss.

Her lips were so soft making my first heterosexual kiss very pleasant. I could tell she wanted more of what I had given her a few moments ago since she was sucking on my wet tongue like there was no tomorrow. I guess she really likes how I taste.

I think I was doing an adequate job massaging her pussy as well because a rush of fluid suddenly came down on my fingers. I pulled away from our saliva exchange for an eager taste. My hunch was right, she was just as sweet, if not sweeter, than her friend. Why do women taste so good? I could spend an hour just eating both of them out.

Now that I’ve explored most of the female body, all that was left to do was let my gay cock explore the place it belonged in. The precum indicated that it was time to bring it back to its rightful home.

I grabbed Kara’s body and picked her up off the bed. I gave her a nice little shove after turning her around. She landed on top of the blond and their jugs were mashed together. Never thought the day would come where I find that so appealing. If only my face was buried in between those things. I might suffocate, but I would die a happy man being surrounded by tits.

Now comes the hard part. Which pussy do I fuck first with my gay cock? I’ll let it decide for me. Since it was pointing upward, I rubbed it against Kara’s pussy lips before entering her with full force. Her ass jiggled as a result of my rough entry. Proud of myself for that one. You don’t fuck around with a gay guy and expect not to get rough. Whether it be an ass or pussy, this fag will give it to you hard.

I gave her a few powerful thrusts before grinding her pussy in a circular motion. I don’t know where that came from either, but somehow I knew girls love how it feels. The sensation of a cock rubbing against every part of their tight pussy walls. And boy was this slut tight.

“Don’t leave me hanging Wes,” her friend suddenly stated.

“Oh, you want some of this fat gay cock too? Why didn’t you just say so?” I pulled out of the first girl and immediately started thrusting into the other. Holy crap, are all cunts this tight? I can feel every inch of them massaging me with every stroke. Pussy really was made for cock, whether it belongs to a straight guy or a homo. I’m glad I’m realizing this now rather than later. Can you imagine if I was 40 years old and still haven’t experienced this pleasure? I don’t even want to think about what life would like.

Playing with Kara’s clit while my dick was going in and out of this tight hole was getting me really close to cumming. The more and more my fingers were covered with pussy juice, the more turned on I got. It was time. “I’m gonna fucking cum!”

They both shouted, “Yes! Give us your gay cum! Fuck yes!!!” I shot 2 spurts of my man spunk before pulling out of one chick. I rammed my cock back into the other and dumped the rest of what I had into her freshly fucked hole. She was draining me of all I had. All the muscles in her cunt clamped down as hard as they until I had nothing left.

I stood there in a daze not knowing what I was going to tell me parents. I had already come out as gay so this was going to be an interesting talk.

I find it rather comical that the ever so stereotypical jock always ends up with the cheerleader, even if this jock is a homo.

The biggest question on my mind now is…which one of these cheerleaders is going to have my kid?

 

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Wow, I gotta do way better with my reply timing. It's like I've vanished with the mist.

Sorry for potentially making you feel abandoned, Mike008. I wasnt hoping to drop our string of conversation.

Thanks for taking the time to read the story and actually trying to enjoy it. I realized that I'm not only not as good of a writer as you, my off-beatish genres are a bit turn-offish. I do try to be original, incorporating components that most other people haven't used, but I realize that most people wouldnt find it interesting. I wish people would, but I can't force them.

With that said, it does warm me that you put nice effort into trying to appreciate it; and found some parts of it hot.
Haha

I do have plans to write a sequel to "Deer Antler Froth": what Andrew actually did in the hetero whorehouse on Halloween with his gay 2-B-str8 friends, as he stated he plan to impregnate a lot of hot Asian chicks, while still pretending to be gay. It won't be as unusual as the first installment, definitely. Haha

In other news, I wasn't sure if I wanted to finish the Neanderthal one that I started way back, even if its made nice progress. (Do you remember me mentioning back that I was going to write a story like this?) I think people might just skip over it. Would be a waste of effort. Lol

It reminded me of some "straight dreams" I've had in the past.
I once dreamed I was an air pilot, and I had a threesome with my two girlfriends in the airport lounge before leaving to fly the plane.
It weirded me out at the time, it was my first real dream or fantasy involving women. And I woke up with an super hard dick I had to take care of.

That's super horn-provoking. Are you ever planning on turning it into a gay-to-straight erotica? I would jack off to it. (Gay faggot boy has two chicks, rather than just one.)

I actually laughed out loud when Jayden woke up to find soon-to-be ex fiance, Andrew, working on his 'straight' piece of meat to lesbian threesome porn. XD

Haha That was a... bit of a cherished moment for Andrew. And, in the sequel, Jayden will be in for an even bigger rude awakening.

As for the autosexuality part of the story, it's not something I've experienced myself. I am happy with my looks, but I'm not attracted to myself. It's an interesting idea though, and not something I've thought much about before.

I became a proud autosexual when I started hitting the gym a lot. I gained thick breast pecs, V-shoulders, a tight widened bubble ass that jingled of muscle, and masculine facial features that replaced my face's previous fattiness. At first, I didn't fully recognize that it was in fact my body that I was looking at in the mirror. I immediately turned me on. It was extremely weird at first, but I got used to it. I was really hot to me, and I didn't even know it until then.

It tortured me. I couldn't kiss my own face. It was my face, and my lips couldn't reach it. Life would have been great if my body was duplicated so that I can have sex with it, especially since I went to the gym and put effort into creating such a body so beautiful to my eyes. This became the inspiration for "Deer Antler Froth". Haha

It's also kind of a creepy story....

I'm glad I did a nice job achieving that. Thank you.

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Right now, I'm reading gravityYaio's newest piece. I do say, hot Japanese young men are a turn on! I'm hoping gay Naoto would produce some hot babies with Haruka. I shall read on and see!