All True. Would Love To Have Looked Like This When I Was Younger. Would Be Trying To Get Pregnant Using

Yes. When you realize you are not an alpha male but instead you are here to serve and pleasure them, it’s much less painful to accept that fact than to live a life of lies, knowing that one day you will inevitably have to admit the truth. I lived the lie for entirely too long and it’s a relief that I can accept being the queer sissy faggot that I am.

I knew this before I knew my multiplication table.

Know it, love it, live it fag.

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Sure

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!

I remember we had just moved to the farm from the city. I was going to start first grade in just a few months and I had no one to play with and it was too cold and rainy to go outside and discover new things in the country. I did discover a laundry basket full of my mother's finest lingerie however and the feel of the silk, and satin, and nylon along with her smell on all of that foundation and underwear was mesmerizing. I remember trying on everything and it all just floated on me. My mother was 5'10" and probably weighed 160 pounds so her panties probably fit me like a dress. I know I played in this laundry basket for a good week until my aunt, mom's younger sister, caught me playing among all the silk and satin. I would learn from my mother 15 years later that mom got mad because my aunt had me get naked to play in all the underwear and she got naked and tried on all the silk along with me. Apparently my mother didn't particularly care for my aunt having girly fun with me and getting naked with me and making my little cock get hard from all the feminine sensations. I'm sure I would have shot my cum all over everything if I was capable of it at that age. And people wonder why I'm a sissy, feminine, cocksucking faggot? I don't have a doubt as to why!

Gorgeous!!!

I need a reblog from all trans lovers

Mike's big fat cock in BR!!! Coming to take it all!!!

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I was a total faggot cocksucking bottom queer long before the politically correct term “gay” ever saw the light of day!

As you can tell there’s lots of us who will and do here on tumblr.

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Reblog!! Reblog!! Reblog!!

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!