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Bend Me, Shape Me, Anyway You Want Me.
By Vonya Lee
I feel blissful. I feel trippy. I see myself in the large bathroom
mirror and I feel dizzy. I grab hold of the vanity. My eyes and head
don't seem to be communicating. Suddenly I'm awash in emotions. Guilt,
lust, shame, pride to name a few. Could be the ecstasy from last night I
think? I pull back up into the mirror and with a certain degree of
difficulty begin to absorb what I'm seeing.
I see a semi naked gay boy in an oversized oxford shirt trying to pee
straight. I see a face very much like mine except for the smeared
mascara and a dried white substance on a cheek. I see black hair cropped
short in some places but long in others. All of that melts away when I
look into those eyes. My entire known existence vanishes away in the
blink of those eyes. I love seeing those long lashes and realizing
they're mine. Beneath the mascara I see the eyes of the true believer. I
see change, I see death and I see a rebirth. Gone is the man I was. Gone
forever. As simple as that. I can see him, but he's a fading ghost.. Is
this who I am? Am I really gay? Could I really be this cum stained
faggot? Why does just thinking the word 'faggot' make me a little horny?
You know why? I know why, its because I AM a faggot and I feel great!
Leaning into the mirror I see a little blemish at the corner of my
mouth. My first beard rash! From kissing a man! How exciting! I feel
giddy. Leaning forward on tippy toes a slow trickle of cum escapes from
my no longer virgin ass. Without a thought I reach between my legs with
my middle finger and wipe the bit of cum and bring my finger to my
mouth. I feel disappointed by the barely noticeable trace of cum on my
finger. I squat, place a finger tip to my hole and squeeze. I use two
fingers to collect my expulsion and moan quietly as I push my fingers
into my mouth.
What, for the Love of God, did I just do? I can't believe I did that
without a thought. Then just as quickly I think to myself, I did exactly
what came natural and you know what? I'd do it again!
I am faggot,hear me roar!
I feel so naughty, I feel like I've fallen through the looking glass. I
feel like all my preloaded morality is coming crashing down around me
like the temple walls. I can hear all the old arguments against what I'm
doing, about sin, homosexuality, blah, blah, blah, they sound so empty
and hollow, ever fainter echoes of nonsense. I love that I spent the
night sucking and fucking a man who treated me like his bitch. I loved
it. I love the strange ache I feel in my ass, knowing that I was used by
a better man than I could ever pretend to be. I loved using my ass to
please him. I can't tell if I'm aching sore from last night or if I'm
aching for more, more, more? I've never felt more satisfied in my life
than when I was down on all fours taking a hot stud deep inside me.
Brrrr! gives me chills!
My first time and I took all 10" of his magnificent cock. Listen to me,
like I know what I'm talking about. My first time and I get a man whose
cock is twice as large as I've ever been. My stomach is twisted in
knots. Is it out of nervousness and fear? Oh God yes, I'm terrified
about all this for more and more reasons. Is it a craving for more sex?
Oh God yes it's definitely that too, I want it so bad I feel like a cock
junkie. Could it be I'm have feelings for Daniel? Me and another guy?
Yeah I think its that too, but I'll keep that to myself. How wonderfully
terrifying. I know I'm a bottom. Not switchable, certainly not a top,
just a too true honest to goodness bottom.
Never saw that one coming. I never really ever thought I could be gay
let alone a bottom. Last night though...wow... I never felt more alive
than I did last night. I've never had better sex in my life. Not even
close. Now I don't think I ever really had sex before, wow. 'I was lost
but now I'm found' good. All I wanted to do was worship his cock. My
mouth, my ass, I want it everywhere now. I came like a woman without
ever being touched but honestly my pleasure was an after thought. All I
wanted was his cock. Just like a faggot.
My hair! Oh my God will you look at my hair. Is this color for real? I
mean I know it is but...but its blue! I mean the color is black, shiny,
shiny black, a shock in itself, but when the sun hits it right, it
shimmers blue! I knew we were going to cut my hair...a trim I thought...
last night was crazy all right, the craziest night of my life
easily...but this color? Well I would have bet the farm and all future
farms that me changing the color of my hair was just not ever going to
happen, not never. Years of working outdoors had burnished my hair a
golden blonde that I wore long. I'd never would have admitted it but I
was pretty conceited about my hair. My virility was my hair. I was
trapped and didn't even know it. Now it's gone, all gone and I couldn't
be happier.
I lost a lot of baggage along with that hair. I've never had a
'hairstyle' before. This is most definitely a hairstyle. Long and messy
has been replaced by short and angular. Blond is now blue. Rugged is now
effete. The right side, the back and a line from my right temple to
about the middle of the crown of my head has all been chopped short,
tight and spiky. The remaining hair atop my head has been left long and
brushed forward extending to just above my eye. The left side has been
styled in a longer feminine cut with wisps coming to just below my ear.
I can't believe how different I look, so feminine, so gay. I love it but
I feel kind of naked too, exposed. Funny but I'm already thinking about
who's going to say what and how am I going to explain it. Even stranger
is I'm already thinking of the negative, possibly hostile reaction some
of my 'friends' would have seeing me like this. I'm already making a
mental list of places and people I need to stay away from. The mirror
doesn't lie though, I look as fabulous as I feel.
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