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Gay Male / 29
I'm A Faggot
during the long hot summer of 1972 I would go bike riding around town. my mother didn't want me home until dinner time, which was 6:30. i was riding over by the old military base and I saw these two guys standing along the back wall of one of the old barracks. one of them got down on his knees and I saw him suck the other man's penis. i didn't know that much at the time but he didn't finish until the other guy came, he wiped his chin, that's how I know. my ten year old dick was hard and it was real uncomfortable. i took my penis out and it felt good standing there with my penis out in the air. that night when i was asleep i had my first wet dream.
i went back there several times that summer but never saw anything. that summer i had lots of wet dreams and every time it was about reliving that afternoon. my mother put a towel under my sheet. i didn't even think i was masturbating.
it was later when i was 13 that i was talking with a friend from my building about what i had seen that summer and he took his penis out and asked me to suck him. he called me a faggot and put his penis against my mouth until i opened my mouth and he pushed his penis in my mouth. it was half him pushing and pulling his penis in and out of my mouth and half me sucking on him. either way it was something i wanted to do and did it many times after that. he called me a faggot and he had me tell him i was a faggot.
he told another boy and i was a faggot for him too, and he told the man on the seventh floor and i was a faggot for him. i loved it, wanted it. it was the man on the seventh floor who really taught me what i was supposed to do. he is also the one that first fingered me which i liked and let him. by fingering i mean he wet his finger and got it all the way in.
the rest of my teens i was the faggot at school and in the building. i suppose i remember everyone i was a faggot for. going onto college, i went to a small liberal arts college and my first year english professor was quick to notice i was a faggot and i became his freshman faggot that year.
being a faggot was always something i liked and enjoyed.
i went back there several times that summer but never saw anything. that summer i had lots of wet dreams and every time it was about reliving that afternoon. my mother put a towel under my sheet. i didn't even think i was masturbating.
it was later when i was 13 that i was talking with a friend from my building about what i had seen that summer and he took his penis out and asked me to suck him. he called me a faggot and put his penis against my mouth until i opened my mouth and he pushed his penis in my mouth. it was half him pushing and pulling his penis in and out of my mouth and half me sucking on him. either way it was something i wanted to do and did it many times after that. he called me a faggot and he had me tell him i was a faggot.
he told another boy and i was a faggot for him too, and he told the man on the seventh floor and i was a faggot for him. i loved it, wanted it. it was the man on the seventh floor who really taught me what i was supposed to do. he is also the one that first fingered me which i liked and let him. by fingering i mean he wet his finger and got it all the way in.
the rest of my teens i was the faggot at school and in the building. i suppose i remember everyone i was a faggot for. going onto college, i went to a small liberal arts college and my first year english professor was quick to notice i was a faggot and i became his freshman faggot that year.
being a faggot was always something i liked and enjoyed.
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