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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 🥵

I just know I would be getting cock every chance I could.

Bob, my golfing buddy/orthopedic surgeon buddy, sat on the corner of his desk, looking down at me sitting in his comfortable wing chair. I was wearing nothing but a thong and my sandals.  Two things were obvious:  my hard cock was filling up my blue lacey thong and the head of it was poking out from the top of the stretched elastic, and secondly, Bob was looking at my cock while he explained why I was having lower back pain, but not until he asked about my thong.

“Where on earth did you find women’s panties to fit your crotch?”

I explained they were actually men’s thongs and I told him how I met the two Danish couples on St. Croix and how they turned me onto thongs a few years previously.  And how I partied and played with them for about 4 years.  I didn’t go into a lot of detail, but Bob read accurately between the lines.

“So, you just got naked with the old man and changed into his swimsuit while he and his wife stood there and admired your body?  Did you know you were gay or bisexual before that meeting?”

I explained my history in short and although he was shocked to find out about my sexuality, he was fine with it.  “No problem TD.  We’re non-judgmental here.  I don’t care if you’re gay or straight or yellow or black.  You’re my patient and that’s all I care about.  Everything you tell me or share with me stays in this office.  I’ll call you later this week once I get an MRI set up for you and we’ll go from there, but first things first.”

The surgeon said, “I need to send you to physical therapy.  Do you have a problem with Nash? I can try to get you in right now if you’re not in a rush to get back to work.”

I did not have a problem with Nash.  He was a noted physical therapist about the same age as Bob and me, we all three belonged to the same country club, sent all our kids to the same Catholic school, and he was one hell of a good tennis player.  Historically one of the best three men players in our club.  He always came off as a bit feminine, but his effeminate ways faded away once he got on a tennis court.  And he, along with his therapy practice, happened to be a personal client of the firm in which I was a partner.

“No, I like Nash.  I’ve never been to PT before, but he would normally have been my choice of therapist if you’d leave it up to me.  And I’ve got nowhere to go for the next 3 hours so the sooner the better.”

“Good.  I asked if Nash would be okay because he comes off as a bit of a sissy to some folks, and that’s a turn off to some.  But don’t let his meek and mild ways fool you.  His hands are like bricks, and he gives by far the best orthopedic massages of anyone in the city.  And that’s what you need right now, along with an exercise regimen to start getting the curvature back in your spine to relieve some pressure on those lumbar discs.”

Bob picked up the phone and had Nash on the line in just a couple minutes.

“Nash, can you work TD in for a massage while we have him in the Med Center area, and get him started on a McKenzie regimen for lower back?”

“Absolutely.  Can he walk over or is he in too much pain?”

“No, he’s handling the pain well and can walk over right now.  He’ll see you after he gets dressed.”

I got dressed and apologized to Bob for mistakenly wearing a thong instead of some briefs or boxers to a physical exam.  That was stupid on my part, but Bob was totally understanding.

I walked over to the PT Clinic a block away and was immediately escorted into a room with a massage table.  The therapist said, “Mr. TD, Nash will be right with you.  Strip to your drawers and lay face down with your head in this donut, and Nash will be here in a couple minutes.”

I did as I was told and my cock started getting hard again, knowing my exposed ass was up in the air with the string tight against my hole.  In just a couple minutes, the door opened and I heard Nash gasp, “Holy shit TD, what in the fuck are you wearing baby?  Looks like you wanted to make it easy for Daddy to give you the kind of massage I specialize in.”

I swear, my ass and my cock started leaking at the same time.  Back pain was the last thing on my mind.

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It was definitely my mother’s lingerie for starters.  When we moved to the farm house when I was a kid, and before everything was completely unpacked and put away, I discovered a hamper of bras, panties, night wear, stockings, garters, and other silky foundation that felt oh so good on my small body.  When she discovered I had been digging into her silk, she didn’t get mad, but only cautioned me about handling the finer garments because they were important to her and I shouldn’t soil them or accidentally tear them.  I must have had a 6 month reign of that hamper with only a few items missing from time to time when she would wear them and then put them away elsewhere.  I was 12 when I discovered, and she admitted, that she used all of those silky bras, panties, teddies, stockings, and garters professionally.  It made my dick so hard to wear all of her fine silk and it makes my dick hard today to know that she used all those silky garments to make men happy and pay her enormous sums of money to wear them and take them off for them.

I've worn them a lot over the years, including cross country flights. But only a few people have noticed, and only a couple were interested. I rewarded them of course.

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