A blog for Gay transformation stories and Gay encouragement. I was once a straight male, but now I am a crossdressing shefag who revels in his/her addiction to Gay Porn. I'm open to messages with others who feel/identify the same way.
He couldn't cum. He'd been trying for hours but nothing seemed to be able to push him over the edge. It was so frustrating, but at the same time exhilarating. His whole body tingled with lust from riding on the edge for so long as though someone had taken his orgasm and ironed it out across time. All he could do was sit there naked on the floor and stroked his impossibly aroused cock.
The thrumming he'd felt through the wall to his neighbour's apartment stopped, and suddenly the barrier broke. Rope after rope shot from his steel rod and he spasmed out of control. It went on and on, his body squeezing out the copious litres of jizz it had produced all afternoon, until finally he collapsed with exhaustion.
It took several minutes to recover. He got up and showered, hoping the strange possession never happened again. As incredible as it felt, it scared him to lose control like that for so long.
A week later, it happened again. Just like the Saturday before a thrumming resonated through his neighbour's wall and he started to feel horny. He ignored it as best he could, but within minutes he was naked and stroking his aching erection. It felt so good to stroke it, to rub his hand up and down his thick shaft. If he could cum when he wanted it wouldn't be so bad. But once again the edge arrived and he couldn't slip over. The euphoric frustration gripped him.
He wanted to escape. He wanted to reach his orgasm and be done. He never looked at porn, but maybe it was what he needed. He viewed naked women and it helped, heightening the edge just a little further, but not enough. He viewed big breasted sluts taking big, thick cocks, and he crept minutely closer.
Even though it didn't push him to his goal, the agony dimmed with the porn. When he looked at those beefy cocks working like pistons on the slutty whores he was able to focus on the pleasure more. Double penetration helped the time to pass even more easily.
The vibrations stopped and he howled with release. His cock sprayed like a water cannon, leaving his lustful mark all across the room. It felt fucking great. By the time it was over, it felt like his refractory period was already almost done. The porn was still playing on his screen. There was nowhere he needed to be, and he felt like he could control when he wanted to cum if he did choose to go again. He grabbed his dick, slick with his own jizz, and stroked.
The next Saturday he was ready for it. He had bought pornographic DVDs and magazines, and setup his laptop on the bed. Whatever the strange phenomenon that was happening to force him to masturbate all afternoon was, he was going to enjoy it.
The thrumming started. He watched his cock fill and gorge and grow with excitement, holding out as long as he could before stroking to enjoy the moment. Then his hand grasped his shaft, and he turned every screen in the room on to immerse himself in porn.
It was exhilarating, but after an hour the agony of not cumming grew. He stopped watching the DVDs and looking at the lurid women in the magazines, focusing only on the most hardcore porn he could find on the web. Gang bangs and seeing women on their knees surrounded by so many massive cocks that you could barely see their face was the only stuff that eased his ache.
He scrolled through the categories, hoping there was something else that would help him to get lost in the euphoria. When his eyes caught the word shemale, his cock throbbed. A part of him knew that it was a little gay to look, but he couldn't deny his cock. His cock was in control, and it wanted to see the chicks with dicks. He clicked on the category.
How was it possible to be even closer to the edge without going over? He didn't know. He didn't care. He simply enjoyed the euphoria of stroking to shemale porn. They were so beautiful, and the way their hard cocks bobbed as they sucked cock or took a mighty rod of flesh up their ass made it clear they weren't just pretending to be sluts. Subconsciously he clicked on the links to the shemales with the biggest tits to make it as least gay as possible, but he never looked at that part of their body. His eyes remained fixated on the luscious she-cocks, and the manly cocks fucking them.
The thrumming stopped and his hips bucked wildly as the lust blew forth like a volcanic eruption. His senses returned and he shut the laptop, embarrassed at what he'd been stroking to, and left to get cleaned up. But he was still horny, and later in the evening he returned to stroke again, and try as he did to stay away from the shemale erotica he found that he needed it to finish himself off again.
He masturbated every night, cumming each time to shemales. He worried if it meant that he was turning gay but he couldn't stop. He was addicted to the pleasure. When the thrumming started on the Saturday he didn't even try to pretend that it wasn't what he wanted to look at. He accepted it, and hoped whatever was happening didn't push him any further.
The tits got smaller and smaller throughout the afternoon. He didn't even notice because all he wanted was bigger and bigger dicks on the shemales, and often that meant stroking to trannies who were less progressed in their transition. When the thrumming stopped and he recovered from his sticky mess, he noticed just how astonishing close he was to wanking to straight up gay porn.
Every time he stroked that week he wondered if he'd end up stroking to gay porn on the following Saturday. Part of him was terrified, but part of him also knew that it was going to feel great being pushed that much closer to the absolute edge.
He took the plunge early on the Saturday. He knew it was going to happen, and the anticipation of the thrill countered his fear of being gay. He started with close ups of just cocks, then moved on to two cocks frotting together. Then it was mutual masturbation. He was leaking, but not cumming, and it felt incredible. The thrumming pushed him to go even further and he accepted it. He watched as a mutual mustarbutor leaned over and took his buddies cock into his mouth. Nnnnghhh!!!!
His cock slickened with his leaking jizz. Every fibre of his being wanted to be gooning with a stroke buddy right now to do exactly the same thing as on screen. And then it occurred that maybe there was a potential stroke buddy nearby. The thrumming that was linked with the strange phenomenon emanating from his neighbour. He was a single man. Maybe the same thing was happening to him.
It hurt to put on clothes, but knowing that there was another potential cock to bate with was enough to make it bearable. He stumbled into the hall, his cock straining against his joggers making it plain for all to see how aroused he was. He didn't care. He needed a stroke buddy.
He knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again. He could feel the thrumming and his body screamed to tear off his clothes and jerk off right there in the hall.
The door opened and face peered round the edge. His neighbour eyes him up and down, and lingered on the down. The door opened further. The man was naked, his erection glistening and leaking. It was all the invitation that was needed.
Greg left his clothes at the door and together the two of them stroked each other on the couch to gay porn. They took turns sucking each other, but soon that wasn't enough and they took turns fucking each other on the floor. It was wild. They were like two stallions, able to go on forever until the machine on the table was switched off. And that wasn't going to happen until they were both completely gay.
They decided to finish in a sixty-nine. They swallowed as much of their hot jizz as they could, but there was far too much, and they both had to pull away as they pumped a bucket over each other. It was the best orgasm yet, and it was 100% gay.
After they cleaned up, Greg asked his neighbour where he got the machine. He said some obscure website promising a better, longer lasting wank, although he should have taken heed of the small print because it had warned about sexuality altering side effects. He had no idea that it would work through walls.
Greg laughed. Being turned gay was well worth the pleasure, and now that they both knew that it was working through walls it would be fun to convert others. Greg had another neighbour after all, and he was a single guy too. But that could wait. Right now he wanted to watch some more gay porn, with or without the machine, and fuck a hot gay man right along with it.
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The Neighbour's Goon Machine
He couldn't cum. He'd been trying for hours but nothing seemed to be able to push him over the edge. It was so frustrating, but at the same time exhilarating. His whole body tingled with lust from riding on the edge for so long as though someone had taken his orgasm and ironed it out across time. All he could do was sit there naked on the floor and stroked his impossibly aroused cock.
The thrumming he'd felt through the wall to his neighbour's apartment stopped, and suddenly the barrier broke. Rope after rope shot from his steel rod and he spasmed out of control. It went on and on, his body squeezing out the copious litres of jizz it had produced all afternoon, until finally he collapsed with exhaustion.
It took several minutes to recover. He got up and showered, hoping the strange possession never happened again. As incredible as it felt, it scared him to lose control like that for so long.
A week later, it happened again. Just like the Saturday before a thrumming resonated through his neighbour's wall and he started to feel horny. He ignored it as best he could, but within minutes he was naked and stroking his aching erection. It felt so good to stroke it, to rub his hand up and down his thick shaft. If he could cum when he wanted it wouldn't be so bad. But once again the edge arrived and he couldn't slip over. The euphoric frustration gripped him.
He wanted to escape. He wanted to reach his orgasm and be done. He never looked at porn, but maybe it was what he needed. He viewed naked women and it helped, heightening the edge just a little further, but not enough. He viewed big breasted sluts taking big, thick cocks, and he crept minutely closer.
Even though it didn't push him to his goal, the agony dimmed with the porn. When he looked at those beefy cocks working like pistons on the slutty whores he was able to focus on the pleasure more. Double penetration helped the time to pass even more easily.
The vibrations stopped and he howled with release. His cock sprayed like a water cannon, leaving his lustful mark all across the room. It felt fucking great. By the time it was over, it felt like his refractory period was already almost done. The porn was still playing on his screen. There was nowhere he needed to be, and he felt like he could control when he wanted to cum if he did choose to go again. He grabbed his dick, slick with his own jizz, and stroked.
The next Saturday he was ready for it. He had bought pornographic DVDs and magazines, and setup his laptop on the bed. Whatever the strange phenomenon that was happening to force him to masturbate all afternoon was, he was going to enjoy it.
The thrumming started. He watched his cock fill and gorge and grow with excitement, holding out as long as he could before stroking to enjoy the moment. Then his hand grasped his shaft, and he turned every screen in the room on to immerse himself in porn.
It was exhilarating, but after an hour the agony of not cumming grew. He stopped watching the DVDs and looking at the lurid women in the magazines, focusing only on the most hardcore porn he could find on the web. Gang bangs and seeing women on their knees surrounded by so many massive cocks that you could barely see their face was the only stuff that eased his ache.
He scrolled through the categories, hoping there was something else that would help him to get lost in the euphoria. When his eyes caught the word shemale, his cock throbbed. A part of him knew that it was a little gay to look, but he couldn't deny his cock. His cock was in control, and it wanted to see the chicks with dicks. He clicked on the category.
How was it possible to be even closer to the edge without going over? He didn't know. He didn't care. He simply enjoyed the euphoria of stroking to shemale porn. They were so beautiful, and the way their hard cocks bobbed as they sucked cock or took a mighty rod of flesh up their ass made it clear they weren't just pretending to be sluts. Subconsciously he clicked on the links to the shemales with the biggest tits to make it as least gay as possible, but he never looked at that part of their body. His eyes remained fixated on the luscious she-cocks, and the manly cocks fucking them.
The thrumming stopped and his hips bucked wildly as the lust blew forth like a volcanic eruption. His senses returned and he shut the laptop, embarrassed at what he'd been stroking to, and left to get cleaned up. But he was still horny, and later in the evening he returned to stroke again, and try as he did to stay away from the shemale erotica he found that he needed it to finish himself off again.
He masturbated every night, cumming each time to shemales. He worried if it meant that he was turning gay but he couldn't stop. He was addicted to the pleasure. When the thrumming started on the Saturday he didn't even try to pretend that it wasn't what he wanted to look at. He accepted it, and hoped whatever was happening didn't push him any further.
The tits got smaller and smaller throughout the afternoon. He didn't even notice because all he wanted was bigger and bigger dicks on the shemales, and often that meant stroking to trannies who were less progressed in their transition. When the thrumming stopped and he recovered from his sticky mess, he noticed just how astonishing close he was to wanking to straight up gay porn.
Every time he stroked that week he wondered if he'd end up stroking to gay porn on the following Saturday. Part of him was terrified, but part of him also knew that it was going to feel great being pushed that much closer to the absolute edge.
He took the plunge early on the Saturday. He knew it was going to happen, and the anticipation of the thrill countered his fear of being gay. He started with close ups of just cocks, then moved on to two cocks frotting together. Then it was mutual masturbation. He was leaking, but not cumming, and it felt incredible. The thrumming pushed him to go even further and he accepted it. He watched as a mutual mustarbutor leaned over and took his buddies cock into his mouth. Nnnnghhh!!!!
His cock slickened with his leaking jizz. Every fibre of his being wanted to be gooning with a stroke buddy right now to do exactly the same thing as on screen. And then it occurred that maybe there was a potential stroke buddy nearby. The thrumming that was linked with the strange phenomenon emanating from his neighbour. He was a single man. Maybe the same thing was happening to him.
It hurt to put on clothes, but knowing that there was another potential cock to bate with was enough to make it bearable. He stumbled into the hall, his cock straining against his joggers making it plain for all to see how aroused he was. He didn't care. He needed a stroke buddy.
He knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again. He could feel the thrumming and his body screamed to tear off his clothes and jerk off right there in the hall.
The door opened and face peered round the edge. His neighbour eyes him up and down, and lingered on the down. The door opened further. The man was naked, his erection glistening and leaking. It was all the invitation that was needed.
Greg left his clothes at the door and together the two of them stroked each other on the couch to gay porn. They took turns sucking each other, but soon that wasn't enough and they took turns fucking each other on the floor. It was wild. They were like two stallions, able to go on forever until the machine on the table was switched off. And that wasn't going to happen until they were both completely gay.
They decided to finish in a sixty-nine. They swallowed as much of their hot jizz as they could, but there was far too much, and they both had to pull away as they pumped a bucket over each other. It was the best orgasm yet, and it was 100% gay.
After they cleaned up, Greg asked his neighbour where he got the machine. He said some obscure website promising a better, longer lasting wank, although he should have taken heed of the small print because it had warned about sexuality altering side effects. He had no idea that it would work through walls.
Greg laughed. Being turned gay was well worth the pleasure, and now that they both knew that it was working through walls it would be fun to convert others. Greg had another neighbour after all, and he was a single guy too. But that could wait. Right now he wanted to watch some more gay porn, with or without the machine, and fuck a hot gay man right along with it.