Exercise

by Jereme Dean

I sucked my first dick last night.  No, not really.  Not in concrete reality but in imagination.  It was a throbbing warm pink cock attached to white legs and hips.  The man did not have a face.  I do not know why I did not associate a face to the body but I don’t think it was important.

I grabbed the dick and licked the fleshy mushroom head.  I was curious to taste it but it was flavorless.  I was a little disappointed.  Cock may taste like cherry pie or day old raw chicken.  The taste was not important either.

I felt slightly sick from licking it but did not want to quit yet.  I slid the head into my mouth.  Held it there for a second, feeling warm meatiness, and then had to pull it out.  The nausea was increasing and I was fighting to keep my stomach from turning..

I closed my eyes and shoved the dick in my mouth as far as I could.  My mouth was full and I felt a tickle at the back of my throat.  I tried to go a little farther and gagged instantly.  I turned my head quickly to the side and vomited slightly in my mouth.  Swallowed it.  I was not enjoying my first dick.

Perhaps I needed to get acclimated.  I composed myself and wrapped my lips around it again.  I went down and up three or four times and lost it.  I started gagging and puking with it in my mouth.  Stomach acid and pink liquid shot out violently around the dick.

I heaved a couple more times before giving up on the idea.  I checked to see if I was aroused.  My own dick was limp and I felt surreal, dirty and sickened.  I did not enjoy the act of homosexuality.  I was not a homosexual.

What I’m trying to convey is that homosexuality is not a choice despite what some simple minded people infer.  It may be circumstance, genetics, or a medieval enchantment.  I don’t know.  But it’s not choice.

If you don’t believe me, try my exercise.

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