Fag Hag

My thing is fucking gay men. I don't know why I developed this taste. When I was a teen walking the dog in a wooded area I saw two men among the trees, standing up, touching each other's dick and kissing. I kept walking. Can't imagine that this influenced me.

I had normal boyfriends. Lost my virginity to one. He was demanding and short tempered, bit of an arsehole, but was OK with me. Somehow in my twenties I found gay men attractive, mainly because of their fun personalities.

I lived with one for a few years. After a while he confessed he was going to a gay sauna, couldn't resist the sexual pleasure he got from other men.

I lived with another gay man for seven years. I told him it was fine by me if he felt the urge to be with another man. I also said that if he wanted to bring a man home we would share him. They were great years, we had many threesomes. I loved being the centre of their attention. And was turned on watching them have sex.

I was single at the time I went to this house warming party. A guy said to me he'd never been with a woman and could he see my pussy. I said why not. We found a small bedroom with a single mattress on the floor, so I took my panties off and lifted up my dress. He played with it, touching and fingering it, then asked if he could kiss it. Up and down the lips he went, so I showed him my clit and said lick it here.

So we fucked, he saying it was nice and wet, better than he thought. When he finished another guy asked if he could be next. I said sure, I was still in the mood. While we fucked some one else knelt by the mattress, showed me his cock and said would I like to suck it. I sucked some cock and fucked another two guys. The last one went hard and deep, making me cum big. I made some noise, something I didn't do normally. After that I lost interest and said I'd had enough and wanted a drink.

Some other guy drove me home. I remembered that. When I woke up I was in my bed naked and he was in the bed next to me in his underwear and a shirt. I said 'Shit, did we fuck ?' Not that it mattered, I just couldn't remember it.

He told me no. He'd brought me home, undressed me and put me to bed. I was naked because I was wearing no panties. He made me breakfast in bed. I believed him when he'd said we hadn't had sex.

I said 'Do you wanna?' He told me he'd watched me sucking cock, asked if I'd do that. He had a small cock. I sucked him nicely and finished him off by hand, letting him blow on my boobs. That satisfied him.

We went shopping in the afternoon and saw a movie. After a drink he went home and I never saw him again. He was nice, shame about the cock. That was my wild weekend.

I once had sex with a trans. He was more feminine than me. Had gorgeous hair and cute little tits. He said he loved women because he was a lesbian , but he had a decent sized cock and fucked like a man.

I have a few stories to tell. I'm 52 now and still in good shape and still having sex.