Just Lonely and Driving Home

It was finally summer break. I had just finished one hell of a junior second term and got through by the skin of my teeth, partly because my girlfriend back home dumped my ass three weeks before finals because, "I was too far away." Fucking bitch, she had found another cock to suck, and damn did she like sucking cock. The only thing she liked better than sucking cock was swallowing. Damn I will remember her for a long time. When I would blow my load she would suck it right down her throat. She never let a drop escape her lips.

I was making the three hour drive home for the summer and stopped at a "Bar and Grill" for some dinner. I walked in and sat down, the place was empty, but then it was only 4:00. So I order a patty melt, fries and a beer. I'm eating and watching a ball game when this woman walks in. The bartender yells out, "Hey, Hi Sara. It's been awhile since we've had your company in here."

Now I was only half paying attention because I was eating, and watching the game but I definitely heard Sara answer, "Well Mike, if I knew you had studs like that coming in here, I'd be in here all the time." I looked up to see a stunning tall dark haired woman smiling at me. She was taller than me by three inches at least, and was sporting a nice rack. I smiled back and looked away, not wanting to appear like the perv that I was feeling like at that second. Well, maybe not a perv, but in like two seconds I wondering how I could somehow breed this amazon bitch and I wanted to "look cool" so I could maybe have such a chance. Little did I know...

After about ten minutes the bartender (Mike) yells over to me, "Hey stud, you want another beer?"

I looked at the bottle, and then drained the it and gave him a thumbs up. In fifteen quick seconds here comes my beer along with a shot of Tequila in the hands of a smiling Sara. "This ones on me. What's your name big guy?" she asked.

I looked at this new and most interesting development and answered, "Hunter, nice to meet you Sara."

She laughed and asked, "And are you a hunter Hunter?"

I thought for a second knowing that my answer might get me inside this bitch and then answered, "Only women Sara, I only hunt women."

Sara laughed and asked, "Just the women Hunter? Not the boys? Or the boys who look and act like women?"

And in that last reply it dawned on me as I looked at her, that her hands were as big as mine, and her voice although it was kind of high, just wasn't high enough.

My face got beet red and I answered, "Never in my wildest dreams Sara."

However in my wildest dreams I had had such a dream about such an adventure.

About six months before this I had this dream where I was ay the gym that I belong to and this guy walks up and takes the locker right across from me, strips down to bare ass and then turns around and there right in front of me not two feet away was this huge maybe ten inch hard cock. I looked at it for one quick second and then up to his eyes. He smiled, shrugged his shoulders with this kind of, "Hey, it's what I got," kind of look and just stood there. Then he took a step towards me and I looked back down and it was only twelve inches away, right in front of my face. In an instant he takes another step forward and at the same time puts both hands around my head and gives me this slight little nudge and wham, fuck me, I actually moved my head forward and as that cock went into my mouth I woke up in a panicked start, lunging up into a sitting position.

I had this,,, "What the fuck was that," moment and in the next instant noticed my cock was rock fucking hard. I jumped up still in a panic ran into the bathroom, turned the shower on jumped in and started pissing so fucking hard that it was hitting the faucet handles that were above waist high.

Now I didn't usually make it a habit to piss in the shower, but I had to piss so bad I could taste it, as they say, and my cock was so fucking hard from the dream that there wasn't any way I was pointing that monster down into the toilet, so piss I did.

As soon as I quit pissing I grabbed the soap, lathered my hand and started jacking off thinking about my dream. It took maybe thirty seconds before I felt it coming and I just let it rip shooting all over those same faucet handles.

I never did anything about that dream, nothing, not even looking at gay porn or anything gay. But, fuck me, I sure did remember that dream.

And I guess, truth be told here, after that day I did always make it a habit to hold my piss until I was in the shower and then would lube up my hand and piss away as I jacked off, maybe in some kind of subconsciously keeping that memory intact. And now here I am talking to Sara and denying those, "Wildest Dreams" I was speaking of, denying them more to myself than to her.

Sara smiled and just like she was looking deep into my brain said, "Well Hunter boy your voice is saying one thing but your eyes are saying something completely different.

At that moment the bartender is there with two more shots and beers. Without even thinking about the long drive I still had in front of me I grabbed that shooter and downed it in an instant.

I think Sara could see something that I wasn't even consciously aware of and she pounced on what she saw by saying, "Hey Hunter, I just got some killer Hawaiian buds, care to go smoke a joint?"

And me being the naïve dickwad that I was said, "Sure, that sounds great," and in three minutes we downed those beers. I paid my tab and followed her to her car and as I drove I thought what the fuck am I doing here, this is a fucking guy. But we drove that half mile to her apartment in about one minute.

It was killer weed all right, and before I even realized it she had her hands on my pants touching and opening them. She was slick and had my cock in her mouth quicker than quick. After just a few seconds she stops, sit up straight next to me, takes my hand and as she puts it where she wants it says, "Now is the time to run your ass off Hunter boy if you want or need to." And as she said that my hand was placed onto a huge hard cock under her shorts. She moved to kiss me again and as she moved, her hand went to my face, and my hand stayed on her cock.

I stopped her saying, "Wait, Stop." She did. Without really knowing why I told her to. I told her to stand up and turn around and face away from me, she did that too.

Something had clicked in my head. I was recreating my dream scenario. I told her to take her shorts down, she did, and as I looked at her bare ass I said, "Turn around." As she turned around her cock came into my view just like in my dream, I looked up at her and then back down to that hard cock right in front of me, and then exactly like my dream she took a step forward and her hands reached around the back of my head, but by then I was already moving, off that couch onto my knees and swallowing that magnificent cock deep into my mouth as I said to myself, "Yes Yes Yes."

Now she wasn't as big as the guy in my dream but hey six inches of cock is still six inches of cock. Sara let me suck that cock for about thirty seconds before stopping me and telling me to lie on my side on the floor. In ten seconds we were in the most beautiful sixty nine position sucking each other off. I was so excited that I lasted about forty five seconds and exploded into Sweet Sara's wanting waiting mouth, which of course prompted her to explode into mine.

And there we were, two guys sucking the cum out of each other till it all was spent.

I laid there drunk and high on killer Hawaiian buds, with a belly full of another man's cum and the only thing I wanted was more cum.

I couldn't believe that I went from having a burger and a beer and watching the game to sucking my first cock. The only thing I really knew was that there would be many more cocks in my life.

I ended up spending the night with Sara, and I, or I guess I should say we did it all. Because she was so feminine looking it was much easier to let it all happen. When she fucked me in the ass I wanted it and she made me ask for it in no uncertain terms.

She said, "You have to ask me to do this to you." I answered and told her to do it to me. She said, "No Hunter, I need more than that. What do you want me to do to you?"

I answered, "Do it back there Sara."

She smiled and calmly said, "Back where Hunter? In the back or my apartment?"

I was finally getting what she wanted and answered, "In my ass Sara."

She laughed and said, You are getting close hunter. What do you want me to do in your ass?"

Now I laughed as I said, "Please Sara, Please fuck me in the ass. I want your cock in my ass."

And she knew and was ready. Her cock was already lubed and as I finished that sentence that cock entered me. After three inches I was pulling away in pain, and Sara knew how to go slow. In three minutes I was telling her to go deeper and harder. When she filled my asshole with her cum I felt, so much like the woman I wanted to be in that moment.

How could this have happened? How could I have not known my true feelings? My true calling?

It was because I had had an extremely traumatic assault at an early age of life.

I found out later that I had repressed that memory because it was so traumatic. When such a thing happens, when an event is so bad that we totally block it out of our memory it is called dissociative amnesia.

When I finally recalled that memory in a therapy called breath therapy I saw it all almost as it happened. It was in a department store bathroom where he grabbed me and pulled me towards him as he backed up to the door and held it closed with his foot. I saw it all happen from the corner of the room up at the ceiling where my spirit went after it left my body because what was happening to me was more than I could take in. And I watched from there as he did what he did to me.

After that memory became part of me, other memories also came out.

When something like that happens it leaves a scar on that person, a look of fear in the eyes or something like that, that other predator's can see, and it was like I had this scarlet letter on my forehead and therefore I was assaulted more times And after we have that ability to dissociate the spirit from the body it also becomes easier to do,

And I still, even after I had all those memories never made the connection to my sexual preference, until I had that dream, and even after that dream I denied my fate, until I met Sara, and then my life was never the same again.

I am not gay, at least I'm pretty sure I'm not. I don't find guys attractive and their asses do nothing for me. And I do love looking at a woman's ass and I do desire women, and I love making love to a woman, and I absolutely love eating a woman's pussy.

But as I have said before, Sometimes cock calls out to me and when that happens, good ole Hunter goes out hunting.