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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.

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.

Gorgeous!!!

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Another incredible beauty!

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How gorgeous is this little beauty? Perfection!

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That is actually a pretty amazing statement. I came to that conclusion before I started high school. My absolute favorite thing to do was to suck cock and all my friends appreciated that I got immense pleasure from them having an orgasm while their cock was in my mouth. I didn't particularly care for getting a blow job as much as I enjoyed cumming in frottage or a buddy jerking me off. Weird kinda faggot huh?

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Gorgeous. I love to be under for this view.

I love the way his man pussy slides so effortlessly onto this huge beautiful cock. Just slide right in me baby. I'd like to think my ass is sexy like that, but mine opens up so easily to all cocks because of years and years of practice and hundreds of cocks using me.

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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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This outfit reminded me... It was 1988 I'm sure, or '89 at the latest, and I had a young, good looking legal assistant who was openly gay but kept to himself and never discussed sexuality with anyone in the office that I was aware of. One late afternoon it was just he and I in the offices and he politely knocked on my open office door. When I told him to come in he closed the door behind himself which I found odd. My door was rarely closed unless a client was in the office or personnel issues were being discussed. The young man took a seat across my desk and presented me with a closed kraft legal envelope, and he said "I found these in the Westside folder you asked me to pull this morning, and I immediately hid them until I could give them to you personally. I thought you would prefer me handing them to you directly."

I opened the envelope and it contained several 8" x 10" glossy black & white photos of my naked wife being fucked from behind by an older chubby white guy while she was sucking a big black cock that belonged to one of our clients who played professional football and who this young legal intern knew very well. Two of the photos were of me in a similar position except the big black cock was buried deep in my ass while I was bent over sucking another big black cock of someone my young assistant didn't know. The connection to this Tumblr picture is that I was wearing a fishnet halter top similar to this one, a black lace garter and lace thong, and black lace top thigh highs and high heels to fit a man's size 11 foot with about a 3" heel. And the black football player was bent over jerking my cock outside the thong while he kissed my neck.

I was totally fucking embarrassed and must have been the darkest shade of red my skin could reach. Before I could say anything, the young man said "Your secret is mine Mr. T.D., I would never tell anyone. In fact, I really like the pictures of you in that position. They turned me on and my first inclination is to ask you to please not fire me. And my second inclination is to ask you to allow me to see you dressed like this and then suck you and fuck you and have you suck me off as well. You look hot in the feminine underwear and I would love to fuck you."

I assured him I would not fire him, and if he stayed after hours the following day, I would come to work dressed in feminine wear for him under my suit, and once the office was closed for the day he could have me anyway he desired.

The next evening we shared several scotch and waters as I got him naked and sucked his big dick to completion prior to sucking him hard again so he could fuck me like the faggot I am. Not only did we fill each other with load after load of cum that evening, we made it a regular evening meeting once a week to swap cum from each other's cock and my ass.

We fucked each other until he passed his bar exam and headed to DC to clerk for a judge friend of mine. Good faggot memories!

I wish I could remember more of it and I wish my mother would have continued to allow me access to her finest silk and satin and nylon. She admitted when I was in high school that she thought allowing me to continue to play in her underwear as a young boy would turn me into a queer. I was understanding of her thoughts but we both agreed that her underwear had not turned me queer. It was all the cocks I had been sucking since I had the first one thrust in my face at a Cub Scout sleepover. Nothing to do with fine silk feminine underwear.

Bet we all did

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!

Doing all of those things with a man are my primary obsessions.

I absolutely love being a closet faggots

Hey, welcome to my world sweetie.

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My face is certainly not this pretty, but I'm pretty sure the expressions are about the same!

I'm sure there are a lot of us!

I learned about thongs and g-strings in the early 80's in the Caribbean, well before they became common in the US. Thongs became my go to underwear until more sissylike g-strings became more common. In the mid-80's I had a back injury and my orthopedic surgeon (who also happened to be a golfing friend from college days) had me x-rayed in his clinic, and it was then that I realized I had fucked up and worn a thong that day as was customary for me. I really had not intended to expose that thong to my doctor, but after the x-rays and while waiting for him to examine me, covered only with my thong and the little exam gown they make you wear, I got excited over the prospect that he would see my bare ass along with the thin fabric that barely covered my now totally erect cock. My modesty melted away and I was so fucking excited when he had me stand in front of him with my bare ass in his face that I almost exploded. He very professionally explained to me and guided his hands to where my Lumbar disc L4/5 was located, gently massaging my hips as he discussed the issue. He removed the gown from me and had me stand facing him in only my thong with my rock hard cock stretching that poor little thong no more than a foot from his face. He had me walk back a couple steps, all the while staring at my hard cock, then had me turn around so he could check my posture while taking slow steps away from him. I so wanted him to come rip off that thong and bend me over and drive his shaft into my throbbing and needy ass, after putting me on my knees to suck his dick hard and wet to get him ready. But no. He told me to get dressed and he gave me a referral to a physical therapist so I could begin PT for my ailing back. At least the therapist appreciated my thongs more and I looked forward to every visit to see him and his gorgeous cock for the next 4 months.

It's never off my mind, awake or asleep. I can never get enough, physically or mentally. It drives my life.

Although the pussy side of the equation has been on the decline for the last 20 years.

For as long as an old man can remember.

First date or anonymously, even glory hole. Doesn't matter.

That's exactly right. In the 50's it was all foundation and all silk and felt like a second skin on a young boy's body. Yummy!

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

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Yes, I love to see this... all of it!

I laugh because I'm now of the age where I should probably see my primary care doctor and especially my dermatologist wearing men's underwear. But they are so used to seeing me in lace g-strings over the last 20 years that I don't want to shock them.

Yes ma'am, for an awful lot of years now as well.