Jake had always been the straightest guy in the room, but one night at the bar changed everything. He was nursing a beer when the big, muscular stranger slid up next to him and said, "You look like you need a real cock in your life." Jake laughed it off at first, but the guy, Marcus, didn't back down. He grabbed Jake's hand and pressed it against the thick bulge in his jeans. "Feel that? That's what you want."
They ended up back at Marcus's apartment. Marcus stripped Jake down roughly, pushing him onto the bed. "On your knees, straight boy. Time to meet your new god." Jake's heart pounded as Marcus pulled out his massive, veined cock. It was already half-hard, heavy and thick, the head glistening. Jake hesitated, but Marcus grabbed his hair and rubbed the cock across his lips. "Suck it. Taste what a real man tastes like."
Jake opened his mouth and took the head in. The flavor hit him hard, salty and musky, and something inside him snapped. He sucked deeper, gagging as Marcus thrust forward. "That's it, choke on that cock. You're not straight anymore." Marcus fucked his face slow and deep at first, then harder, balls slapping Jake's chin. Jake's own cock throbbed untouched, leaking onto the floor. Every inch down his throat felt like it was rewriting him.
Marcus flipped him over onto all fours. "Spread those cheeks. I'm going to fuck the straight out of you." He spat on Jake's hole and pressed the fat cockhead against it. The stretch burned, but Jake pushed back, desperate. Inch by inch, Marcus buried himself inside, bottoming out with a grunt. "Tight straight ass taking my cock like it was made for it." He started pounding, long strokes that made Jake's whole body shake. Each thrust dragged over his prostate, sending sparks through him.
Jake moaned like a whore, begging for more. "Fuck me harder.
Use that cock." Marcus obliged, slamming in balls-deep, sweat dripping onto Jake's back. He reached around and stroked Jake's cock in time with his thrusts. "You're mine now. This cock owns you." Jake came first, shooting ropes across the sheets without touching himself again, his hole clenching around Marcus's shaft. Marcus followed soon after, flooding him with hot cum, growling as he pumped every drop deep.
They didn't stop. Marcus pulled out and fed Jake his cum-covered cock to clean. Jake licked it eagerly, already addicted. By morning, Jake was on his back again, legs spread wide, taking another load while he stroked his own cock and whispered how much he needed it. The straight life was gone. All that remained was the hunger for cock, raw and endless. Marcus smiled down at him. "Welcome to the rest of your life, cockslut."
