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Saw this on here somewhere and reminded me…

Lighter blonde hair and bigger legs and ass and this is my wife Eve circa early 70’s.  Or my mother from what I remember of her in the 50’s and 60’s.  5’10” and 5’11” big, buxom blondes.

Eve and I had been married for just a few years when my mother and I were in New York for meetings and we brought the family with us for drinking and dining and sightseeing when Mom and I weren’t in meetings.

One evening, we were in the back of the hotel limo headed for dinner with Dad and I in the jump seat and Mom and Eve in the back seat facing us.

Eve made some off-color comment to Mom about the masseur who had given my wife and my mother a massage that day, at different times, and had no doubt fucked both.  And now they were sort of giggly about the size of his cock and my dad picked up on it and wasn’t amused.

He addressed Eve, “You know, you look and act more like your mother-in-law than your husband does, but you don’t have to follow in her footsteps and be the whore she was at your age.  Those days are over; women don’t need to fuck everybody to get ahead anymore.”

I remember Eve’s comment in reply.  “Well Mr. Jay, I don’t have to be a whore to make it in business like my mother-in-law did, but I need to be a whore because your son, my husband, loves being married to a whore, and he loves that I fuck around. He’s just like you!”

All I remember is Dad being silent for the longest and Mom smiling and simply saying “Good girl” to Eve.

Yep, proud of my whores!

I’d ask what time will you get here so I can get ready. Woof!

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The second thing I noticed about this clip was the look of dismay on the bottom's face. I recognize it not as the look of discomfort or pain, but total dismay that this huge fantastic top is about to pull completely out of me instead of continuing to pound the living hell out of my throbbing, and leaking cunt. I know, it makes me want to cry too... that I'm not that bottom!!!

Guessing 90% or more of my high school sleepovers had me on my back like this lucky young man!!! Woof!!!

So many silk ties ruined by overflow, oh my!!!

Impossible for old fags to compete with that!!!

omg all girls know that moment of total penetration

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Wake me up when it gets more beautiful than this!!!! Woof!!!

For sure I’m not feminine looking so not “everything about me screams sissy bottom.”

It’s really difficult for someone 75 years old and has been masculine all his life.  Being 6’2” and weighing 215 pounds is not a very feminine size/look, although my mother pulled it off for 80 plus years at 6’0” and 180 pounds… difference being large breasts and a sculptured feminine ass and big muscular legs.  Swedish/French women just have that innate ability.

But my inclination is to definitely be a sissy faggot bottom and look like one as much as "possible."  The toenails are pedicured and are a brilliant glossy cobalt blue.  The fingernails are long and manicured and finished with a shiny nail hardener clear gloss finish.  The hair is silver and I generally keep it combed and looking pretty good according to my wife.  I never had hair on my back or ass so I’m smooth from the back view, and I shave the rest of my body including under my arms and legs and torso every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday so I’m even smoother than my almost hairless blonde wife.

I don’t wear makeup because there’s always too much going on around the house with housekeeping, gardening, and the like and I don’t want to shock the people who take care of us (although I have had some lapses with some carpenters working in the house in the past… that’s another story!)  I don’t wear women’s underwear although I do have a couple bras that my wife bought me for the occasional dress-up.  All of my underwear is made for men and it’s either thongs or G-strings and predominantly made of lace.  I do have some pantyhose and thigh highs that I wear when alone or to sleep in and I have 3 gorgeous full length lace robes that I wear around the house covering my G-strings and my thigh highs when we’re alone.  I don’t wear heels anymore per my wife’s desires because she doesn’t want me falling over and breaking a hip in my old age.  Now that’s fucking funny because I’m just stupid enough to enjoy prancing around in 3” spikes and bust my old ass!

My wardrobe is pretty conservative but you would notice a lot of pink and lavender when you rummage through my shirt collection.  I call it “subtle queer” versus “flaming gay.”  So, all in all, I’m this closet sissy faggot bottom who is definitely too girly for straight sex, but I don’t scream it out to the world every day.  Just to my wife and the guys who think they are straight but use my sissy faggot ass and mouth as much as they possibly can.

God I’m such a gay sissy bottom 🥵

It's amazing that it can be a life long obsessive thought. Once I found out it was a thing... back as a 4th grader... and began actively pursuing and performing, I can't remember any major periods of a day when I wasn't obsessed with the thought. Including now, about to turn 76 years old.

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Yes, another easy $18,500! I could have done better Barrack but I ran out of choices!

What’s your Freak Figure!

Me: $11,000

Of course. But my wife has shown me how to do it from the front, spin it around, run my arms through the straps, bend down and fit appropriately. That's a DDD-cup old queer woman showing a B-cup old queer man the nuances of being a sissy!

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This looks very familiar to my high school days but I don't remember any cocks near these sizes!!!

I think there are a lot of us on Tumblr and I bet 90+% of us are proud to be called faggots!

so hot 🔥🔥🔥

Yes, like you, every single day of my life the last 50 years.

Only every day...

I had only moved to Texas about 6 months when I hooked up with an insurance company exec on a queer dating/cruising website. After a couple of chats, it was clear he liked his cock sucked by guys who identified as sissy or faggot and didn't mind dressing in fem outfits and I certainly filled that bill. He provided the sexy little outfit to change into in his office along with a stiff cock and a couple loads of cum, and I provided the mouth and knees in roughly this position for a couple hours one morning! Hard to forget you're just a cocksucker when so many guys enjoy your mouth and the mutual perversion!

Reblog if you suck cuck I’ll call you are a faggot cuck sucker

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Pretty sure my wife and I had this conversation on our second date, about a year and a half before we got married, and we didn't limit the open dating to men or women, just "whoever." Two queers making it together for 54 years this month!

I'd be smoking that thing hanging out in that jock!!!! Woof!!!

I saw this post and immediately thought of my mother.

Picture a 6-foot-tall Swedish/French descent, blonde hair, blue eye, large breasts and sculpted ass and legs bombshell back in the ‘60’s having to deal with the fact that her son was queer.  She didn’t have to guess my sexuality because I was too stupid to know that evidence of anal sex with someone old enough to shoot a massive load of semen in your ass would appear 100% of the time in one’s snow white “tidy whitey” jockey briefs.  I didn’t know that semen mixed with ass juices staining your drawers was the dead giveaway that your kid might be as queer as a three-dollar bill.  And I was too stupid to check and maybe clean up before my mother inspected them before putting them in the washer.

Fortunately, for me anyway, she was bisexual and knew the right questions to ask to ascertain that I was attracted to girls (like she was) but that I had this incredible attraction for boy/man dick (like she had) and given the opportunity I was going to have that dick in my mouth or ass as often as I possibly could (like she would and did!)  So, she was pretty sympathetic… the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree maybe!

And, instead of ostracizing me she was very proactive in teaching me about enemas and using a douche ball on short notice (and where to find the one she had hidden in her bathroom closet.)  She and my dad didn’t teach me to drive until I was fourteen and a half (drivers license in Louisiana at fifteen years old back then) but by that age I was a more accomplished faggot bottom than I was an automobile driver.  Grown men could fuck me all day long, but I wasn't licensed to drive them home.

During the “birds and bees” talks both parents had with me, they emphasized that life was much easier for a bisexual in the closet than it was for an openly homosexual man in the Deep South in the 1960’s.  The only openly homosexual guys I knew back then confirmed that for me and one was a Physician/Surgeon and the other was a college Psychology professor.  Two doctors who told me the same thing… “date girls if you like them.  Be seen with them and put up with them.  Being a full-time faggot that everyone knows is queer is a hard life… even with MD or PhD after your name.”  I heeded the advice and ended up dating and marrying a 6-foot-tall Swedish descent, blonde hair, blue eye, big breasted bombshell as soon as I graduated from college.  (That description sound familiar?  A bit Oedipal maybe?)

Well, I was fifteen and a sophomore in high school and things were good.  I had a delivery job after school Monday thru Friday that overpaid me immensely.  I was going to dinner at least once a week with men in my judo and jiu jitsu classes who would buy dinner and whatever money was left after the tip was mine to keep.  And on Sunday afternoons from April through August I would be a houseboy at the professor’s house where I would serve beer, wine, and cocktails to his gay male friends and help with serving them snacks and either steaks or barbecue every Sunday around the swimming pool.  Between Dr. Scott paying me handsomely for my work those days at his house party, the guys were quick to chip in tips of $10-$20 most every Sunday.  I never got less than $100 those Sundays in pay and tips, and trust me, that was big bucks back then, all in cash.

If there was a catch to my good fortune back then, it was that I was naked most of the time, as were all of my men friends at the parties, and I was quick to get on my knees between legs to service them and earn my tips or offer up my squeaky-clean douched ass to their raging hard cocks.  Little did they know that I would have spent those afternoons with them for nothing… no pay, no tips, just give me hard cock and cum and I’m well compensated.

It was just about the end of my sophomore year in May and my mother came in my bedroom to wake me on a Monday after spending the Sunday at Dr. Scott’s pool party.  I was pretty exhausted that Sunday night apparently (yeah, lots of dick will do that to you) and instead of putting all my loose cash from the previous week out of clear sight, I left it loose up on my chest of drawers with my wallet and money clip and handkerchief and just jumped in bed without stashing the cash.

Well, it was more money than a 15 year old should have been carrying around and it shocked my mother that I had all this cash on me.

“Baby I thought the lab paid you by check for your delivery duties.  Are you just cashing those checks instead of depositing them in savings like we advised you?”

Too stupid to lie… “yes ma’am, I deposit those checks.  That’s pay from Dr. Scott and tips from the guys at his pool party for me being the houseboy and bringing them drinks and food all afternoon.”

Mothers aren’t stupid.  “That’s too much money to pay anyone at any age for being a service boy catering to a bunch of old rich fucks on a Sunday afternoon.”  She thought for a second.  “Are all of those guys at Scott’s party queer like him?”

Caught.  “Yes ma’am.”

“Dammit TD, I thought we were making progress with you with dating girls and going to the dances and acting more like a normal straight acting teenager.  And you’re out with grown men giving up your mouth and ass for money?  You are a whore TD.  A cocksucking whore and nothing but a faggot.  Seriously son, what the hell are we going to do with you?”

Thanks for forgiving me Mom!  Yep, seriously a faggot!

This T-girl could pass for one we know as “Ebony.”  Read on…

It was late.  We had watched the Saints lose again, had dinner with friends at Arnaud’s, caught the last Chris Owens’ show, and I was ready to make it to the hotel and turn in and call it a weekend.

“One more hurricane baby!”

My wife could be ridiculous sometime.  We both had enough to drink but I wasn’t going to argue with her as we turned and started walking on Bourbon toward Pat O’Brien’s.

We had not gone a half block when the shill for a she-male strip club steps out on Bourbon to address Eve, my wife.

“Damn lady, you’re taller than all my girls.  Why don’t you bring your man in with you so my girls can have some fun with you and him and they can see how a real woman is built?  First drink on the house, no cover no minimum!”

She glanced back at me and smiled.  “How many times have we said we would do this some day baby?  I think now’s the time!”

This scenario had been pillow talk many times and I knew she wanted to be used up a little by a ladyboy in one of these strip clubs.  If not fucked, at least felt up, maybe give a blowjob in semi-public settings.  She also wanted to see me suck off a she-male while I watched her play with one.  So, this was on… this was real now!

The shill guided us in past the open doors and announced “Girly-Girl on the floor.  Bring her to VIP!”

We weren’t sure what that meant, but it was immediately repeated by a large guy who came down from a stool next to the DJ and started toward Eve along with a tall black ladyboy and a shorter blond she-male named Britney who came directly to me and grabbed my arm and smiled at me.  A cute little Hispanic waitress followed us.

Within seconds we were seated on a leather sofa to the rear and above the lounge area and stage.  We found out later it was a protective move to keep Eve from “competing” or being confused with any of the “house talent” to keep her from being groped or hit on by the patrons coming into the joint thinking she might be a she-male because of her height.

The large guy was the floor manager and quickly gave us the rules about “no sex acts allowed” and as he walked away with the waitress with our drink order, the black T-girl laughed and told us both, “fuck him… we can have all the fun we want as long as we don’t get naked and fuck in public.”

It didn’t take long and the black T-girl, “Ebony” of course, had her tongue buried down my wife’s throat and Eve was reciprocating, as she groped at Ebony’s hard cock and Ebony freed Eve’s tits out of her dress and bra.

Britney wasted no time either as she grabbed my cock and buried her tongue in my open and willing mouth as I raised her dress over her ass and freed her stiff cock from her panties.

I thought Britney was the first of the four of us to cum, but Eve told me later the next morning it had to be her with the first orgasm.  She said “That black bitch gave me the hardest finger fucking I’ve gotten since I was maybe a teen, while whispering and tongue fucking my ear telling me how she was going to use her big black cock to fuck my pussy and then my ass and finally finish by shooting her load in my filthy fucking blonde mouth.  Baby, I have never been talked to like that and it fucking turned me on so much that I had an orgasm like I don’t remember outside our bedroom.”

Well, she had fucked so many different guys and women in our bedroom over the 8 years of our marriage that I was sure her biggest orgasm definitely came in our bed, and it wasn’t me who gave it to her.

We had another round of drinks, and the T-girls changed places so I had Ebony jerking my cock and whispering shit in my ear while Britney had the time of her life with Eve.  My wife was a good 5 inches taller than Britney and probably 20 pounds heavier and “Eve you’re the first woman I’ve ever finger fucked, and you have the biggest natural tits I’ve ever played with.”  There weren’t many natural tits in this Shemale Joint at 2:00 in the morning.

We paid our tab and then made our way to The Monteleone with my big blonde wife staggering hand in hand with Ebony while I had Britney hanging onto me for dear life.  The doorman at the hotel gave me a knowing “nod of the head” as I palmed him a $20 bill for his discretion, and we made our way to our room with our tongues buried in each other’s mouths, ready to have a four-way gang fuck on the elevator.

In the room we all got naked immediately, and while Eve used our little douche ball to get her ass ready for cock, I sucked on the two T-girl cocks while they sucked on me.  When Eve was finished, she came out with the KY Jelly and she took my place with Ebony and Britney in bed and I went to the bathroom to get my ass totally douched and ready for some hard core T-girl fucking.

When I was totally douched, I got in bed with Britney, Eve was already on top of Ebony fucking her like she had never been fucked by a woman before.  It was stunning to see how much these T-girls were into Eve, because frankly they were queer guys (or so they thought) before they went through transforming MTF, and she was bringing the bisexuality out of them in orgasm after orgasm.

I did a 69 with Britney for the longest before she stopped, lubed up my ass and her cock and then got on top of me to fuck me missionary style.  She was a little small for me so I made the right adjustments with my legs around her to let her ride me hard.  She shot a load of cum in me but I wouldn’t let her stop fucking me.  I kept squeezing her cock with my sphincter to keep her hard and kept telling her how good a fuck she was.  It worked well enough that she rode me another hour I’m sure before unloading in my ass the second time as she made me cum all over our stomachs together.

When Britney finally rolled off me, I looked at Eve who was taking a load from Ebony’s big black cock right across her wide-open mouth.  My whore wife swallowed all that hot juicy cum and then she had enough.

She reached in her purse and took out $200 and handed it to Ebony.  “Okay whores!  Get out of my fucking room.  We’ll be back in two weeks for the Falcons game.  Make sure you’re working the same shift and stay safe for the next couple weeks.  Now get the fuck out!”

Two weeks later the Saints lost to the Falcons, and Britney and Ebony got fucked again by a couple of big blondes.

If this isn't the best ass shot of a man, I just don't know! Best I've seen ever for sure!!! Woof!!!

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Enjoying this position in the late 70's and all the 80's probably caused me to miss a couple hundred business meetings and the ability to retire 10 years earlier. Worth every drop of sweet cum I swallowed though!

Have to admit that I've had my back against the wall with a face full of dick many times in the New Orleans French Quarter back alleys. Couple times didn't make it to the alleys on Burgundy. Hopeless, drunk faggot!

It was the second day of my first year of college and I knew maybe 3 people all from my same home town out of 28,000 on campus. That would change after I had to run to the men's room after class to pee something fierce.

While standing at the urinal I noticed all the writing on the wall in front of me and laughed at all the queer shit guys write while pissing. But one message caught my eye because it was dated that day about two hours earlier; "Cock for you to suck... Coates Hall, 2nd floor men's room... 12:30 PM... Every single day... see you there cocksucker!"

I immediately got hard. This was my invitation to either get some cock or at the very least meet some other cocksuckers, or I would just make a fool of myself.

I walked in the Coates men's room at 12:15 and took a seat on the toilet in one of the stalls and waited, with the door partially propped open with its dead bolt. It only took about 5 minutes and a middle eastern guy in his mid-twenties, a chemistry grad student, opened my stall door, grabbed his crotch and asked, "Is this what you're here for?"

I nervously said yes as he propped himself against the open door, dropped his pants and drawers and shoved his growing erect cock in my face. I wasted no time in taking his hard cock in my mouth and did the best I could to fit his large cockhead in my throat. I was so into sucking this big brown cock that I didn't hear other guys enter the room, but I quickly noticed 2 other guys behind him trying to work their way into the stall with hard cocks out and stroking them.

In just a few minutes I was taking these three cocks one by one down my throat and they began to unload in my mouth and across my face and into my hair and down on my shirt. As two of them zipped up and left the stall, they were replaced by two more fabulous, hard cocks wanting to be serviced and relieved of their loads of cum.

At about 12:40 I got out of the stall and walked to the mirrors to see that my face and shirt were covered in cum. For reasons only a faggot can conceive, I decided to grab some tissue to wipe the cum from my face, but only after exiting the men's room and walking into the hallway of the second floor of Coates Lab. I wanted anyone there to know I was a cum eating faggot.

Sure enough, there were two older grad students standing in the hallway and I recognized their sandals and shorts as I started wiping the cum from my face.

One of them took a handkerchief out of his back pocket and said "Let me help you with that. I hope to see you back here again tomorrow."

He wiped some of the cum out of my hair then handed me the handkerchief and asked my name and if I was in the closet. I told him "TD, and yes I'm new to campus and in the closet so far" and he said "Nice to meet you TD. I'm Ahmed and this is Ishmael and we will both be here again if you return."

I assured them I would be back for my third day of college life, looking for more from them and from their friends. They assured me they would return and "TD, you were in the closet my friend... but no more. There's more middle eastern married grad students here in Coates who never get their cocks sucked by their wives. You will have them all."

And I did. Every single day until I was able to set up regular schedules with all of them. I miss all those cocks and all that cum!

Oh my, how many times have I said these exact words in the same setting. My lipstick never looked this good though.

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Mouth, or anywhere actually!

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Sure

OMG there is so much going on with this post that are so true about so many of us. And yeah, I wouldn't mind huge fake tits and implants in my ass. That certainly attracts more cock than old men sitting at keyboards wishing!!!

Indeed!!!! Love to look like her, be like her, if I could go back to about her age. I can barely imagine the cock she must have always around her and inside her. What a dream?

I'm sure I would if I ever watched straight porn. I would want to be the girl. But all I watch is gay porn and I always Imagine/Wish that I would be the one on the receiving end of the cock! So, that's sort of the same!

Yes!! The LESBIAN girl ! 🥰💗🥰

wouldnt you love to be chocking on a big ol black cock tonight? I wish I had a big creampie in my ass

Yes of course to both ideas. The older I get, the more I miss big cocks stuffing me from both ends.