It's Amazing That It Can Be A Life Long Obsessive Thought. Once I Found Out It Was A Thing... Back As

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

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!

So does your wife know your faggot?

Yeah, we met at a party in college when I was in the bedroom in a 69 with my buddy, and she and his girlfriend walked in on us and they got into a 69 on the side of us in the bed. Two old queers growing old together.

The first place we lived when I returned from active duty was so small that my wife figured she had fucked 30-something different guys in a town of maybe 200 men total while I was in Southeast Asia. I was almost as popular as her for encouraging her to fuck everybody. We miss those days and our youth.

Well I’m not sure you’ll always be a sissy.  Not every queer is a sissy, but every guy whose ass was fucked like a girl is a queer.  And then, some of us queers are sissies!  And proud of it!

Yes I knew it was a big part of my nature by the time I started grade school. It was very confusing then but once I started servicing my young classmates it became clear that being feminine and queer would define me forever.

Whether your 20 or 60… you should be able to explore the parts that make you you.

I did that in the 50's as a child and have never forgotten it.

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if you r into incest what family members regardless of age do you want?

The initial attraction was my mother, grandmother, and aunt and those attractions lasted into my late 20's. It may have lasted longer had they decided to be sexually active in their later years.

It became obvious to me that I was bisexual around age 9, although I had no clue what that meant, only that I liked both sexes and I was sexually active with other boys my age. The attraction and interaction with my father was very limited because of his fear of his own sexuality issues I think, and he was pretty dismissive of what was going on sexually in the rest of the house.

OMG Yes, there are never enough tops to go around!

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.