My story
This happened 3 years ago.
At this point in my life, I was pretty much wild and exploring what I was into. I had a couple of experiences with guys, blowjobs, both given and received. I was staying with my cousin, and her husband, and their two kids. One day, about a week before Easter, her husband came up to me and asked if I was gay (my aunt and uncle found out that I was sexually experimenting with other guys), if I was still fucking around with guys, and warned me that if he ever caught me molesting his kids that he'd beat the fuck out of me, I completely denied everything (I identify as bisexual, and I don't like little kids like that). Then he asked if I wanted to suck his dick, and I say no, and just leave it at that (I suck at giving head, much rather get head). We go down to the basement so that he can cut my hair, which was getting pretty shaggy. And he blocked off the top of the stairs, "so the kids wouldn't bug him while he was cutting my hair." So he has me sit down in a chair and starts to cut my hair.
Something like two minutes into the haircut, he has a massive boner. And is making sure that it goes into my face, practically in my mouth, everytime he comes in from of me. For the first several times I just ignore it, thinking it's just the height of the chair, and not something intentional on his part. Well, the next time he came around, he tells me to take it out of his shorts. I was completely intimidated by him, he was a 6 ft (at least), 200 (again at least) lb, black man towering over me, so needless to say, I did what he said. I knew what he wanted, he had made it very obvious, so I just stuck it in my mouth and gave him a blowjob. Of course, I sucked at it, and he kind of had to help along by jerking off a bit, but eventually he came and I had to swallow his cum. He said not to mention it to his wife, and he finished my haircut and walked up stairs with a sick feeling in my stomach, a nasty taste in my mouth, and just feeling like shit for what I had done.
But you want to hear a funny thing, after the shitty feelings went a way, I felt like there was some kind of attraction there, after all why else would he have me give him a blowjob. So, a couple of weeks later, I tell that I liked sucking his dick (not true, I didn't like it, but I liked the feeling of believing that some found me attractive) and any time he wanted me to blow him, I would. He responded that he wasn't gay, and that he just liked having his dick sucked. I walked away, and not even ten minutes later, he calls me into the living room to have me suck him again. Again we repeat the whole sick feeling in my stomach, and feeling like a piece of shit.
A week later, I go to my older brothers wedding and move out of my cousins place. And I've only mentioned this once, not nearly in as much detail, before to another human, and I have to say that it feels nice to get this off my chest.
At this point in my life, I was pretty much wild and exploring what I was into. I had a couple of experiences with guys, blowjobs, both given and received. I was staying with my cousin, and her husband, and their two kids. One day, about a week before Easter, her husband came up to me and asked if I was gay (my aunt and uncle found out that I was sexually experimenting with other guys), if I was still fucking around with guys, and warned me that if he ever caught me molesting his kids that he'd beat the fuck out of me, I completely denied everything (I identify as bisexual, and I don't like little kids like that). Then he asked if I wanted to suck his dick, and I say no, and just leave it at that (I suck at giving head, much rather get head). We go down to the basement so that he can cut my hair, which was getting pretty shaggy. And he blocked off the top of the stairs, "so the kids wouldn't bug him while he was cutting my hair." So he has me sit down in a chair and starts to cut my hair.
Something like two minutes into the haircut, he has a massive boner. And is making sure that it goes into my face, practically in my mouth, everytime he comes in from of me. For the first several times I just ignore it, thinking it's just the height of the chair, and not something intentional on his part. Well, the next time he came around, he tells me to take it out of his shorts. I was completely intimidated by him, he was a 6 ft (at least), 200 (again at least) lb, black man towering over me, so needless to say, I did what he said. I knew what he wanted, he had made it very obvious, so I just stuck it in my mouth and gave him a blowjob. Of course, I sucked at it, and he kind of had to help along by jerking off a bit, but eventually he came and I had to swallow his cum. He said not to mention it to his wife, and he finished my haircut and walked up stairs with a sick feeling in my stomach, a nasty taste in my mouth, and just feeling like shit for what I had done.
But you want to hear a funny thing, after the shitty feelings went a way, I felt like there was some kind of attraction there, after all why else would he have me give him a blowjob. So, a couple of weeks later, I tell that I liked sucking his dick (not true, I didn't like it, but I liked the feeling of believing that some found me attractive) and any time he wanted me to blow him, I would. He responded that he wasn't gay, and that he just liked having his dick sucked. I walked away, and not even ten minutes later, he calls me into the living room to have me suck him again. Again we repeat the whole sick feeling in my stomach, and feeling like a piece of shit.
A week later, I go to my older brothers wedding and move out of my cousins place. And I've only mentioned this once, not nearly in as much detail, before to another human, and I have to say that it feels nice to get this off my chest.
