Turning Forty Turning Straight

A thrilling life was fine for some people. Joe was content to be... content. At age 40 he was tall, with thinning brown hair and a great if slightly aging body, and in a longterm relationship with a passionate, hunky Cuban stud, someone to make him feel good and secure and wash his pain away.

Then one day it all fell apart.

Armando and Joe had first met in their junior year at Dartmouth. They were both deeply closeted but one night after a keg party to end all keg parties, they drank so much that they both almost passed out. A third student, a blonde frat jock, took them up to his room and, having had a few drinks himself, began yanking their clothes off and fondling their naked bodies. Joe stirred long enough to feel a warm mouth engulfing his 7 hard inches and he finally knew what he'd been missing. When Armando began to wake up, Joe pulled Armando's taut thighs over his head, and Armando slapped Joe's cheeks with a 9-inch, uncut hog while drunkenly whispering on the best way to give head. Then Armando stripped the frat jock of his tight jeans and swallowed him to the root. By morning Joe had lost his cherry from both ends and was unable to walk for reasons which had nothing to do with alcoholism.

Armando and Joe stayed in contact as fuck buddies, Armando lovingly teaching Joe every aching secret pleasure of a man's body. After graduation they parted ways until a few years later, when they met up in New York City at a friend's wedding. Again Armando seduced Joe, and Joe so wanted, needed the touch, the scent of intimacy and affection. They began dating, and moved in together a few months later.

"I thought you were the model couple. Seriously."

Joe's big hazel eyes welled up with tears as he stared at his best friend, Carol.

"So did I."

Joe had just finished recounting the part where, one day after he turned 40, Armando told him that he wanted to have kids and since adoption was such a mess and surrogacy was an even bigger chore, Armando was just going to marry some random bitch and knock her up. Passing on the family name was more important to Armando than being proud of himself or being in a loving relationship. Joe was devastated. Only after months and months of therapy and time alone had he even come close to getting over the betrayal. He didn't know if he could ever love a man again.

Carol was a petite woman in her mid 30's with short red hair and a curvaceous figure. She had just gotten divorced and was sick of men. Carol and Joe worked together at a publishing firm and spent a lot of days fighting office politics and a lot of nights watching old movies and eating ice cream. Carol always looked at Joe with such pure love. She didn't think Joe noticed, but he did.

One night Carol and Joe were out at a straight nightclub, as Joe had had his fill of cheap fucks with men he didn't know. He planned to just have fun and get a few drinks, and watch Carol meet a man she deserved. Carol went off with a bald black guy, very studly, very pierced, and as he persuaded Carol to grind against his massive package, Joe was surprised at his reaction. He was turned on, but he was also jealous...of the guy! Carol reacted in such a base, vulgar way, she opened herself up, in ways that Joe had only seen her do with him.

At that second a buxom blonde, probably not even 25, asked Joe for a dance. He complied. He was a great dancer, if a little out of practice. He was so immaculately groomed and clothed that after a few moments she whispered "are you a queer?" in his ear.

He nodded, tensing up.

To his surprise, she licked his ear, all the way down to his lobe, which she then suckled.

"I just LOVE turning gay guys straight. I can do it too."

With that she squeezed Joe's bulge. Both of them moaned, he in shock and she at how ample the package was.

The girl, whose name was apparently Pammy or Tammy, grabbed the back of Joe's head and pulled him in to a passionate kiss. He held off at first, but then she just kept on ramming her tongue against his lips. Finally, he conceded delicious defeat, and she raped his teeth and gums with her long tongue. She was all over him at this point, untucking and yanking off his shirt before he could stop her.

They were beginning to draw a crowd, so he tried to leave. She was right behind him.

Finally she pushed him into the club's alleyway.

"I'm not straight!"

Pammy smirked as she pulled down the straps of her mini-black dress.

"Some parts of you are."

Much to his embarrassment, he was very clearly erect. He had a thick cock, almost the size of a Coke can, but he was so used to bottoming that he'd never thought of it as something anyone would be interested in.

Pammy sank to her knees and showed just how interested she was. Before he could stop her, she had tugged down his tight jeans (he hated underwear) leaving his bare thighs and hips and cock to be assaulted by the scrape of the brick wall and the cool nip of the night breeze. His own nips were erect and straining his thick coating of chest fur. He pinched them as he watched his new lover go down on him better than most men had. A helluva lot better than Armando had. He wrapped his hands in her hair, tearing away the ribbon and letting her long yellow locks flow freely against his thighs.

When he was so close to cumming that his eyes were about to pop out of his head, Pammy removed herself from his organ, smirking at how huge and angry his erection looked.

"Still gay?"

Joe glared at her.

"You fucking cunt..."

Pammy giggled.

"Yeah, I guess that's one thing we have in common."

She threw herself against the brick wall, her perfect, muscled ass glowing in the streetlight and moonlight, her legs spread. She was fully nude by now. She bent enough to expose her smooth cunt. With her help, Joe found the tight hole and shoved inside. Both groaned from the sheer bliss...Joe from his first time in a woman's twat and Pammy from having the thickest dong of her life lodged inside her center.

He began to thrust, slowly at first to get his bearings, then hard, rough, fucking her into the wall.

"You like that, WHORE?"

Pammy purred as she pushed back against his low-hangers.

"You bet, FAG."

He cupped her huge silicone breasts in his hands and roughly pinched the fleshy pink nipples. She screamed as she thrust three fingers in and out of her pussy. She was milking him dry. He knew he had to come, and even though he never wanted this to end, it did. Their bodies conjoined in the final moment of copulation, he exploded, his first ever heterosexual orgasm roaring out of his cock and oozing into her cunt and down her thighs.

She somewhat gracefully pulled herself off of him, as both gasped for breath. To his surprise, she placed her pussy-laden fingers against his lips. To her surprise, he sucked them in, savoring a woman's juices for the first time in his life.

They parted with a loving kiss, not bothering to exchange numbers. This was just raw sex, and they knew it. Joe had never known women would go for that. He'd shut himself off from so much animal lust in his attempts to be Mr. Submissive, Mr. Model Homosexual, Mr. Boring.

A few days later Joe called an intern into his office. The intern, a cute young Puerto Rican twink just out of high school, had made some mistakes and was close to being fired. Pedro thought he was out the door, but Joe's real reason for the meeting was Pedro's backdoor. Soon both men were nude from the waist down as Joe fucked Pedro's luscious brown bottom against his cherry wood desk. Joe had always beat off to the thought of Pedro but they had both been bottoms...until that night with Pammy. As Joe roughly plowed his way home in Pedro's gorgeous bubble butt, he pictured brutalizing Armando this way, and finally being the top.

A few weeks passed and Joe was alone again. He did enjoy men, but kept thinking about women. To his surprise, he kept thinking about one in particular.

Carol. His best friend.

He had decided. He was going to call her after work, and ask her for a date.

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written by peterjo