We met in elementary and had crushes on each other since we met. But right away because of her culture and religion, her parents were very strict. No boys! So we struggled as friends for a while. Eventually she built the courage to tell her parents about me. After some time, we finally started dating. It was around freshmen year but she was still very loyal to her morals and wanted to wait until marriage for anything sexual. The most we ever did was make out and some occasional dry humping if I was lucky.

Well fast forward a couple years into our relationship and my celibacy was killing me. I needed action and I just couldn’t take it anymore. While out at a party with some friends, I sort of got separated from my friends and wound up with a couple of guys who I didn’t know were gay. It was a huge mansion party so my friends must’ve been in the other side of the mansion because I didn’t see them for a while. But these guys were very cool and they shared their nos balloons with me so I was having a good time lol.

Well as the party goes on, I tell them I should probably get back to my friends and they said they’d help me find them. I was very drunk, high and by this point hardly able to walk. So they helped me look for them but I realized they were walking me towards a hallway full of rooms. Instead of outside where the majority of the people were at. Then they open a door to an empty dark room and lay me on the bed. One of them leans in real close to my ears and whispers “just say yes, and we’ll give you a moment you’ll never forget”.

I froze. I knew exactly what he meant and before I let out my answer, I felt his hand slowly caressing my leg. I softly whispered back “yes” and that’s all it took for his tongue to stretch across my neck. The second guy started taking my shoes off and began sucking on my toes and massaging my legs. Then while one worked on taking off my clothes, the other kissed me and stuck his tongue in my throat. I still remember feeling a man’s tongue in my mouth for the first time. All I could think is “wow somehow his tongue feels more masculine than mine.” From that moment on, I was hooked.

Needless to say, I spent the rest of that party with a dick in my mouth & a tongue in my ass. But when it came time to leave, I realized my friends were completely gone. I didn’t have a ride so they offered to take me home. But that’s when one of them offered another solution. His idea was for all three of us to go back to his place where he lived alone. And to continue our private party there. I couldn’t be more excited. And I was riding this gay cheater high like no other. So I agreed and I even told them that I wanted to try getting fucked.

We got to his place and right away we continued exactly where we left off. A big cock in my mouth & and a strong but smooth tongue in my ass. They swapped spots a couple times until one of them decided I was fingered and licked enough to take a cock for the first time. He spit on my hole and without a condom, began sliding it inside me. His huge mushroom tip was painful at first. He struggled for a few minutes to even penetrate me. Then he pulled out some little bottle and told me to sniff it. (Later I found out it’s something called poppers) and being the submissive slut I was being, I agreed and took a big sniff. This made my whole body feel hollow. My body felt super numb but my euphoria was through the roof.

That’s all it took for my ass to relax enough for my first penetration. As soon as the poppers hit, my body went limp and his hard cock went inside me smoothly and decisively. All I could manage to let out is one loud moan before his friend shoved his cock back in my throat. I was on cloud 9. This was the best feeling of my life. In this moment I totally forget about my girlfriend. All I could think was how amazing it felt to have a cock thrusting inside of me. How dirty and wrong it felt but right at the same time. How slutty I felt for being the vessel these guys were using for their sick twisted amusement. And feeling ashamed of myself for cheating. But feeling even more ashamed that I was happy to be serving them.

I was so high on everything I lost track of time. But after what felt like hours of sex, we all finally fell asleep and they took me back home the next morning. After that I tried to go to church and pray to be forgiven for what I did. I was the perfect boyfriend after that. I was super nice and bought her lots of gifts. I did everything to make myself feel less guilty. And I wanted to forget the whole thing and hope she never found out.

But that only lasted a couple months. The flashbacks of that night were coming more and more often. Before I knew it, I was signing up for a Grindr account. And once I discovered how desirable my twink body was for these guys on Grindr, I went nuts. I mean every single day having at least 3 or 4 hookups. For years I cheated on her with random guys. In the span of 3 years I must’ve had over 200 gay hookups. Not only that but I began embracing the femboy lifestyle.

I shaved my legs, I wore dresses and I’d go to local adult arcades spending hours getting fucked by random men. One night I must’ve been in there for over 6 hours getting fucked. I lost track of how many guys fucked me that night but that wasn’t the only time I did that. Since I never had sex with my gf, she never noticed my smooth legs. Nor suspected a thing. Eventually I broke up with her and weirdly enough, I stopped doing gay things all together right after we broke up.

I recently started dating another girl and these gay urges are coming back to me. Grindr calls to me like the green goblin mask calls to the green goblin. Should I cheat again?? Also feel free to dm me for more stories or to share yours! Sorry this was so long hopefully someone made it to the end.