Tell Me What I Am

Most of my confessions date back to when I was in my teens, or at least before I turned fifty or so.

But just because nothing interesting has happened lately (at least, nothing much anyone here would care about), doesn't mean I don't have some of the same twisted kinks.

Here's an example.

Just a few weeks ago, my wife started out to walk our dog. Down the street a couple of houses, the neighbors had their Great Dane out front unleashed. He charged down and there was something of a confrontation before we got our dog (a German Shepherd mix) into the house.

A couple of days later, the husband saw me outside and walked down. He's a big, burly, bearded guy who is a trucker. He apologized for letting his dog run and for what happened.

I could have left it at that, but I couldn't. I was slightly intimidated by him and felt awkward having him apologize to me. I told him there was no need to apologize and that these things happen. I felt that submissive streak in me starting to awaken and I let him see it. I apologized to him (who knows what for), and let him know that between us, he was the alpha. I wanted to get on my knees and suck his cock right then and there.

A couple of days after that, I saw his wife and daughter working in the yard and walked down to talk to them. His wife looks like a Viking. She's blonde and well-built, with high cheekbones and big tits with nice wide hips. I introduced myself and told her I had spoken with her husband. She was very friendly and I started saying how great her husband was for talking to me about what happened. Again, I was completely submissive and tried very hard to leave her with the impression that I would love to lick her husband's cum right out of her pussy. I offered to help her with the work she was doing (I was going to haul away her brush), and she thanked me but declined.

I'm sure it was sort of creepy for her but I didn't care. I went home and have jerked off several times thinking about her and her husband.

I've never refused a man. Back in my military days as a young man I was picked up several times while hitchhiking by men who inquired about (and in one case, demanded) sex from me. I instantly submitted and sucked their cocks.

It's not that I prefer men or women. It's all about the dynamic. If you want to take it from me, I'll give you anything you want.

My friend Zack was a sociopath and frankly pretty psychotic. He was abused by his dad (Bear), and although Zack and I remained friends long after our high school days, we never spoke of our experiences. He started getting more and more demanding as a friend, and he saw that I responded to that.

After an hour or so of us playing video games one day, he put down the controller and declared that he was "so horny he could fuck a snake." Without another word, he undid his jeans cutoffs, which was all he was wearing, and began masturbating. I sat there watching not really sure what he expected from me.

Zack said "Get me some of your ol' lady's skivvies." I got up and he added, "Dirty ones."

I returned with two pair of my wife's panties and he sniffed them both, chose one pair, and held them to his nose as he jerked off.

It wasn't the first time I had seen him jacking off. He had a nice cock, and in fact, it looked a lot like mine (or any unexceptional cock). He was cut, and of average size. He came all over himself and wiped the cum off with my wife's panties. Then he handed them back to me, I think intentionally making sure I got his cum on my hand.

He did this a few more times before something happened that triggered him to demand I give him head. I sucked him off and he enjoyed it, but Zack always wanted more. He was a sadist, and he liked humiliating and causing pain. He would come over and party with my wife and I and stay until my wife was too tired to stay awake. She went to bed and as the bedroom door closed, he was undoing his pants for me to suck him.

It was a crazy ride and a few of the Zack stories are taboo on this site, regardless of whether it says "There are no taboo subjects."

Zack faded from my life rather than things ending abruptly. He was on the outskirts of the outlaw biker culture (he was never a patched member) and was heavily involved in dr-- use and violent crime. He died a crippled up broken and bitter man some twenty years ago, but I enjoyed our time together. He and his father twisted me plenty and more than a few men (and a couple of women) have benefited from their influence on me.

So, am I disgusting? Am I a pervert? Am I a worthless cock-sucking sissyboy? You tell me.