When I left the flat after my session with first Stephen then Keith, my head was spinning. Does my fascination with these cocks and the way I worked so hard to please them mean I was gay? Did I want to be gay? I made a beeline for one of my regular girlfriends. I was lucky in that I had several lady friends who accepted me turning up as and when. The one I went to I’d been seeing for over eighteen years and we were so sex...

I stood there stark naked, my cock rock hard. He stood in front of me and reaching out, starting rolling my foreskin back and forth. With the other hand he reached out and grabbed my nuts, quite firmly. “Well wanker, what’s it to be? D’you want to carry on serving me, enjoying my beautiful cock and the way I treat you?” He squeezed my nuts as he rolled my foreskin right back. It hurt somewhat but it felt fucking good too....

I made sure I’d sucked every last drop from that enormous cock as he lay there breathing heavily. “Okay Wanker, he said, pour our drinks.” As I was getting both of our drinks, I was trying to work out my frame of mind. As I mentioned earlier, I’d been a womaniser since puberty, always having several girlfriends, and with no interest in men at all, till I met the man I mentioned previously. I was asking myself what had bro...

Eyes opened PT3 The phone woke me next morning and it was one of the girls I was seeing, inviting me round for lunch and the afternoon. As we were talking, I kept thinking about what went down with Stephen the night before and still undecided I made an excuse to her, saying I had to go somewhere on business. I lay back, still undecided, and had yet another wank, thinking about the night before yet again. My relationship w...

If you’ve read “eyes opened” you’ll be aware of the situation I’d found myself in. If you haven’t, read it or this won’t make sense. This did by the way, actually happen. All my posts om here are fact, not fiction. It was when he told me to lower his briefs with my teeth, that I hesitated and he obviously picked up on this saying “You’re not relaxed, are you? I know what you’re capable of, Andy used to update me. Have ano...

Unless you’ve read my previous posts, (This is true, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 etc) this won’t make much sense, but briefly, I was your typical womanising macho man, living with ladies, seeing several ladies and the at the age of thirty eight I met a gay guy who literally took control of both my mind and body, and for around five years, I was his dedicated cock sucking pleaser. Sadly, he died in a car accident and whilst I tried to f...

If you’ve not read This is true 1, 2, 3 and 4 this won’t make sense. Anyway, after a couple of calls during the week from Andy letting me know that I needed to be prepared to be controlled on Sunday, I decided to arrange the Saturday evening off and invited OMLY (name changed to protect the innocent) over to the mine for the evening. My thinking was that if I was to work till 0300, then continue drinking in the restaurant...

As things progressed, I became more and more addicted to that lovely knob and he made full use of the fact. He had me jumping through all sorts of hoops and I was so fucking willing! Sometimes, he'd get out of the bath and allow me just to "pig out" on his cock. I'd kiss it, lick it, suck it, play with it, as he pointed out many times, "You're fucking addicted to it wanker, aren't you?" My marriage had broken up by then,...

If you've not read This is true and This is true part 2, you need to or none of this will make sense. Here was I, a superfit, ex-forces, club/pub doorman, fitness instructor, intimidated by no-one, a totally submissive, totally obedient cock sucking wanker. There was nothing that he wanted me to do that I wouldn't do. We slipped in to a routine of me visiting Andy once a week for a few weeks, and I'll admit, on the week h...