After high school I moved out and roomed with a buy I met at work (we worked at a department store stocking shelves). He was 27 and I was 18 and he was everything I wanted to be. A week after I moved in with him, when we got back to the apartment after working that night, he got naked and told me he wanted a blow job. I mean, I had never been asked that, he got angry and told me to get over there and suck his dick.

At that moment in time, the apartment was dark except for the light in the kitchen, his hard dick just called me, right then I wanted to suck his dick, I got on his dick and started sucking. He slapped my head and told me to slow down, to suck him slowly but suck hard, he wanted me to make him cum, to suck him like a pussy, to suck his cum out of him. After he came, he came in my mouth and on my face, he slapped me and told me I was a bitch and that next time he wanted a professional blow job, not a worthless bitch blow job.

I went to my room, I could still smell his dick and I had the taste of his cum in my mouth, I got a hard on and humped the bed and had my own ejaculation. I ran my finger through my cum and tasted it.

I was his bitch all around, I gave him blow jobs to please him, I gave up my ass to please him, I did what he asked to please him. I had discovered me. I was a queer and a queer bitch at that, and I loved sucking cock and I loved getting fucked and I loved being his queer.

Nothing much has changed, I am a 53 year old gay man (queer to me), who loves being the bitch and loves sucking cock. I love to please, I live with a man who owns a Mustang repair shop, he is a mechanic who learned his trade in the army, he loves to fuck young guys, we have parties and young queers flock to him and I get to clean up the mess afterwards. I am very oral, and any cock is a good cock to suck. And some of these boys need a their cock sucked to help them settle down after my boyfriend has had a round with them.