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This blog is going to be sort of the story of my life, how I went from being a young boy with confused sexual impulses to the cum slut I am, today. Part I: Ages 10 to 18 (or so) When I was very young, I had a few "gay" experiences with a close friend of mine, exposing ourselves to each other, some touching, nothing much more than that. Neither of us really knew what the hell we were doing, just that it was fun and taboo. In the scouts, I had a couple of naked romps during camping trips with a "friend" who later turned out just to be an asshole; I think he was a confused as I was and took that out on me by picking on me after I left the scouts. So, nothing very overt. I learned to masturbate, probably the same as most guys, by a friend showing me and another friend how to do it, in our "fort" in my backyard. We were living in Japan at the time (military brats) and would titillate each other by buying selections of Japanese condoms and using them in our group jerk sessions. No one touched anyone else's cock, it was strictly solo action, but I enjoyed looking at my buddy's cocks while I stroked mine...for the all of two minutes it took to come! In my later teens, I really suppressed any gay tendencies I had from my younger years. The military was very anti-gay at the time and, of course, those attitudes trickled down to us kids. I dated girls a little bit, enough to deflect suspicion, and kept my sex life limited to "Mother Thumb and her four daughters". I also had this big, glass test tube I stole from class, a good six inches long and about an inch and half in diameter that, with some Vaseline, I used on my ass. I know, glass, right? But I was careful and, more to the point, horny. This was all during the period from about 1975 to 1983, no Internet, no widespread access to porn of any kind, and the gay rights movement hadn't spread to mainstream American, yet. I graduated from high school and entered the Army with almost no experience with other males and only a vague and very limited acknowledgement of my own sexuality. End Part I (I'll keep going if anyone expresses interest in the comments; otherwise I'll just let this die right here. Thanks for staying with me this far - Steven)

His day to day life was pretty normal. At least everyone thought. He had a man who he shared his life with for a few years now and they were a happy couple talking about marriage and maybe even a family. Their friends and family always said that they were the model couple for both str8 and gay people. He had a very bad habit of fucking around on the side. There was some sort of need built into his genes that made him want to coax a married str8 guy to take his raw cock. The thrill of seducing an otherwise faithful guy into a steamy sex scene with no protection was a thrill he could barely contain his bone while thinking of it. He loved to deep seed those guys too. He prided himself on being just that sort of gay man who could interests guys regardless of their preferred sexual orientation. It wasn't just those stupid str8 guys that made him bone up. He loved to meet with the twinks with the new relationships. The ones who thought they met the boy of their dreams. Some sort of Disney princess fantasy boy who could never cheat on his usually twink boyfriend. Those boys made him growl with lust. Those twink boys who still used condoms with their new boyfriends and never actually felt a raw cock or cum in their tender cunts. Those were a true delicacy for his lusty appetite. His escapades never went home with him and home life continued to be the perfect picture it always was. One night after notching another "married" guy on his belt he ran into a dude who knew what his fetish was. The dude was something like a porn star with a perfect muscled body and a bit more ink than most guys have. His confidence and shared interest in cheating was a big thrill for our hero to learn about. What he didn't expect to find out from this dude was that he would be bottoming for him on a regular basis for the next few weeks. It was an experience that was new for him. It wasn't like he hadn't bottomed before but he rarely bottomed lately and almost never raw. The dude fucked him that first time and his cock was so fucking huge and perfectly shaped. This guy knew exactly how to move and pound that meat into a raw cunt to make it sing. He found himself craving another fucking from his newly found top. After a few months of daily fucks after work, his boyfriend began to notice that his cunt was a bit more stretched out than usual. He asked about it but it was not discussed or even acknowledged. It was easy for him to divert his boyfriend from his cheating ways by hammering the boy's cunt for an hour or so just to be sure that he was too worn out to question anything any further. He realized that he had become the guy he used to prey on.. He was seduced into being a cheater for his porn star dude. He was hungry for the cum that this man was saving for him each day. He was feeling a little bit ashamed of himself for being the faggot that he turned others into but it felt good being treated this way by his stud. After 4 months, the stud never showed again. Our hero was now empty and a little hungry for a good fucking. After being seen in dark rooms and bookstores, a lot of other guys knew that he took raw cock pretty well. So he sampled the cock around for a few days just to find that right feeling. He finally gave up and went home. He figured he'd take a few weeks to get himself together and then get out there and find a new crop of men to disrupt. His boyfriend was at home with a piece of mail from the doctor. He was poz. He was sad and told our hero that he was probably infected from an afternoon indiscretion he had a few months ago with a stranger. He was so ashamed of himself and told our hero that he would be so guilty if he pozzed him. Of course our hero was more than thrilled to find out that he was poz. Not so much because of his ability to lay a lot of guilt on his boyfriend's affair. but imagining all of those str8 men going home to their wives and girlfriends... maybe those guys who fucked their own kids in private and all of that mess that would be revealed because he stealthed them totally by accident. He had a huge dripping boner thinking about his poz daddy stud man while they finished the bio-hazard ink on top of his shaved cock. He never bothered to ask or even think about why the stud had it and now he wanted to be just like him. He wondered how he could fuck his own younger brother......