I woke up early the following day. Runt was still sleeping on the sofa. I didn't really want to be around when he woke up, so I got dressed and
went for breakfast.
I ordered a toasted sandwich at a coffee shop and sat by the window, reading the paper, trying to keep my mind off things. A young steward
brought my sandwich to me and tried to catch my eye. He couldn't have been much older than 19. I didn't know what he was after but I ignored
him.
My cock didn't. The moment I saw him, my cock sprang to attention. That worried me.
I took a second look at the steward as he walked back to the counter. He was handsome, toned with a nice tan, but I only realised these things
because I was looking for them. I had no idea what was attractive about a guy. My mind was still definitely straight. But as I watched his ass
saunter away, my cock pressed so hard against the seat of my pants I was scared it might break free.
Until that day, I'd never really thought about the distinction about the mind and the loins. I thought that sexuality was really in the groin. So it
was increasingly bizarre for me to be incredibly hard for this guy with absolutely no idea why.
My cock yearned for him. It wasn't just hard, it was solid. Every movement, no matter how small, stimulated me. I looked at the steward again,
and this time he caught me looking. I felt no attraction at all, but I was so hard it was unbearable. I began to fear the consequences if I didn't
do something soon.
The steward walked toward me. I gulped.
"The store room's through there. Meet you in five minutes."
He vanished. My cock was throbbing. I had no desire to fuck this man, but if I didn't my cock felt like it might explode. My leg jiggled
impatiently. I couldn't wait five minutes.
I found him at the end of an aisle of shelves, his clothes strewn about his feet. Of course, the first thing I saw was his cock. The only thing I
could say about it was that it was bigger than mine. But I could feel my cock leaking precum. I didn't hesitate in unbuckling my pants.
"Jesus!" the boy said.
I'd said his cock was bigger than mine. That wasn't true any more. It was getting close to nine inches, wet with sweat and precum.
Without really thinking, I grabbed him by the hips and started thrusting. It was like nothing I ever felt. My cock was relieved and rewarded me
with the most intense pleasure I'd ever felt. I shut my eyes and tried to imagine breasts but I couldn't over the sound of the boy's exhausted
grunts.
"Oh, God, that's good," he breathed, "Go easy. I've never done this before."
And he just happened to choose me? No, this stank of magic. Not only was my cock a very dominant gay, it was turning other guys gay for it. it
was like Runt in cock form.
It didn't take long for me to finish. I squealed loudly as waves of ecstasy pulsated through me, so strong I thought it might kill me. Cum
erupted from me and didn't stop until the boy was well and truly full.
Now my cock was satisfied and numb, I became very aware that my cheek was resting against another man's back. My hands could firmly feel
his hips. Timidly, I pulled out.
The boy turned to face me. "Well, that was different."
But as I saw his face, I realised something was happening.