Because I Have A Habit, Doesn't Make Me A Faggot

I grew up in an old city in the northeast. My father was a European theatre war veteran, an alcoholic, drove a city bus and passed out at night. My mother was a Greek immigrant and worked at the market down the street. The market manager looked after her and had sex with her in the small office in the back of the store. No one talked about any of this, things went along day to day.

I spent my free time on the street, same thing with all the other kids. I learned early how to swipe things from stores, and sometimes from people who put down their bags. I got picked up when I was 13 and did two years in reform school. In reform school things worked like this, you sucked off the older kids, some of us also got fucked. None of this made us queers, it was just how it worked. I got fucked by the monitor assigned to my grade level.

I dropped out before graduating, got sent up for grand theft auto and finished high school inside. I took on a kid who got put in for beating up his mother. I enjoyed fucking him. I got training in metal work and when I was released on probation I worked in a metal fabrication factory. There were many young guys who came and went at the yard, and my habit of fucking these younger guys just got stronger.

I married, had kids, got certified as a welder. I went out and picked up guys. Now that I'm retired I get together with younger men, like 45 year old men, fuck them, maybe get a handjob or blowjob from them. All these years I've kidded myself about being queer, I guess it's time to admit that I have a queer habit, I'm just not a faggot.