Hello, Sam. I want to share my story. I worship my childhood bully. He’s the son of my parents’ friends. When I was a kid, he took away all my pocket money. He made me do his homework for him. He’s older than me. We went to the same university. And they chose one fraternity. He was the king of the brotherhood. Everyone adored him. Parties, get-togethers. All the girls were his. And I studied well. In my third year of study, I managed to rent an apartment near the university. And get a job at the nearest coffee shop. And Trevor is the name of my bully, who was expelled from the university for drunk driving. A week later, he moved into my apartment. He just showed up. And he took a guest room in my apartment. I tried to argue, to kick him out, but it was useless. We started living together. He didn’t pay for anything. Ate my food. He took my money. The tipping point occurred during the Covid quarantine. Trevor was very afraid of getting infected. He always demanded that everything be sterile. I was terrified of strangers. I don’t know. Why, but he was very worried. One evening, when we were watching TV in the living room. There was a movie with a beautiful girl and they were kissing a muscular actor. That turned Trevor on. He did not like to muster. That’s why he asked me. I wanted to run away, to hide. But Trevor held me tight. He put me on my knees. He took off his pants and approached. His bulge pressed against my lips. The heat of this big machine could be felt through the fabric of the boxers. The next second, Trevor pulled down his panties and his cock was touching my forehead. Then the lips. Trevor was running his cock over my face. Gradually. Looking up, I saw a thin grin on his lips. Then my mouth opened on its own. It was as if Trevor had been waiting for this. He immediately plunged his cock into my mouth. A throbbing, burning cock was on my tongue. The dick of the guy who made my childhood hell. But at that moment, time seemed to stop. Trevor was already fucking my throat with his cock without hesitation. We didn’t talk. Sometimes, looking up, I saw the same grin. In about five minutes or how many, I don’t know. He came in my mouth. His cum was hard to taste because of my saliva, but I think it’s bearable. Thinking back now, I think I liked the smell of Trevor himself more. It smelled of tobacco and disinfectants. The whole quarantine, Trevor used my mouth for his pleasure. Without shame. He could come out of the shower and pull my mouth over his cock. Or during washing. When I was doing his laundry. One day he wanted to fuck me. But then he changed his mind. Unsanitary conditions. After the quarantine ended, Trevor left. A few months later, I found out that he had met the love of his life. They got married a year later. Now he and this girl have two children. He called me recently. He said he got divorced. He wants to stay in my apartment. Recall my university years.. I haven’t had another master since Trevor. I’ve only dated girls. Before him, too. Now I’m wondering if I’m a fag or not? I also think it was always him. Thanks for the advice, Sam.. I hope you won’t criticize me for not speaking very good English.. All names have been changed.. What should I do, should I let Trevor in?
Hi! Thank you for writing to me!
That’s a rough story. It sounds like much of the time this Trevor was forcing you to do things you didn’t really want to do. And even when he forced you to start sucking his dick, you didn’t have some sudden realization that you liked doing it. That makes me question whether or not you’re actually a faggot.
You see, there’s a line between those who are natural faggots and others like you who were repeatedly bullied into submission. Do you see the difference?
Personally, I think Trevor seems like a selfish, ignorant pig. I don’t think you should let him in. In fact, I think you should stop talking to him altogether and find someone who can treat you better than that.
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