A few years ago I was a fairly straight guy, who had a bit of an odd fascination with cocks, which I think many of you can relate to. I would see one occasionally, but have always been quite sexually shy and "that" kind of outgoing personality that would butter interactions with other guys. The best way I would describe myself back then was just a regular guy, not super attracted to gay men or men over all, anxious and overly cautious, but with a fascination with cocks.

I found a bit of an outlet through Reddit and through there, I met a guy who at first just wanted to chat. That chat eventually led to him coming over so I could watch him masturbate, from a very safe distance of course. He was so kind, and so patient with me, always willing to chat and talk about this side desire of mine. Repeatedly, he would come over and let me watch, and I was very happy to do so.

One day, in the course of sharing fantasies and experiences, he suggested maybe trying a little more...

The suggestion was simple, started with "what if I was a bit closer", at a bit less of a safe distance. Basically, what if I was right there, staring at his cock close up. I was DEFINITELY interested, but was curious how or where he would finish in that scenario. I went for it and I got my answer, on me, specifically on my face.

That was the start of something. We would meet, and he would gently nudge me a bit further, either I would push back just as gently or I would lesson my resistance in the slightest, and he would push past it for more. Each meeting built on the last doing more, at first he was finish on me, then he was in my mouth briefly, then for longer and longer, then finishing in my mouth, then I was sucking him. Slowly I became a bit more submissive, it went from just a curious shy exploration to me being sexually used and somehow being completely content with it. Ultimately he ended up inside of me, and you can see the result in my post history.

Soon he would just have me, how he wanted, regularly. He even came in my GF's mouth while she watched me with him. The intensity of each experience was addictive. Sadly that began to fade. We still chat occasionally, but don't meet anymore and haven't for quite some time.

Now I am sort of living in this post-turned world. I still seek out guys, but I am still the same shy, anxious person who got lucky enough to meet the right person who seemed to know just how to push past it. Other people are so rushed and somehow that is gross to me. I honestly don't know what to call myself now that its been awhile, straight isn't quite right anymore, usually I say bi but that also doesn't seem to fit well.

I suppose the morale of the story is after the turn, you don't really need to be anything, but happy with the experience you had and hopeful you could have it again. I am curious how others have felt after being "turned"?