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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 72
Closeted, A Pink Panties Sissy, A Cock Sucker, An Ass Kisser
This is about lust, and sex, and things you should never do. I was a father, a husband, a junior executive. I worked for a large industrial company, a multinational, with thousands of employees, and I was in the executive track, a so called 'golden boy', being groomed for higher office.
A new plant was considered, in Mexico and I was sent with a plant superintendent to survey locations. It was part of he training, get my feet wet across the border. Larry, I will call him Larry, was a man in his fifties, with beaucoup years with the company. Trusted by management. We used a local agent, Don Carlos a very refined man in real estate. We saw several sights, not only around Mexico City, but in other industrial towns. We spoke with lawyers, and accountants, to get a lay of the land legally. It was an exhausting trip, a lot got done.
But Larry, had a side to him, that was not out in the open. Larry liked men, he liked me. And wanted to impose his like on me. And although I resisted, he won the day, and introduced me to a world I had never contemplated. It wasn't a simple encounter, it was a night long sexual attack and domination. I went down fighting, but I went down and he demonstrated to me, an Ivory Tower Golden Boy what a real man is. I walked away, but not without knowing that I had submitted to him and I had enjoyed it. A side of me, that I was unaware of.
I processed it intellectually, but the damn was broken, and I found myself allowing men to approach me, finding reasons to go out of town. I asked to be transferred to international operations. Always, Larry was my model. An older, experienced man, who found a panty waist like me attractive. I found that I enjoyed at a very high level sucking cock, and bending over. It turned out, that not only was I queer, I was a sissy. I bought ladies underwear and wore them to masturbate. I let a man see me in panties, and I sucked his cock with pleasure. I traveled, always prepared for a stranger, plenty of lube in my dop kit, and condoms.
My thirties became forties, my family grew by another one, my wife was a central figure in the executive wives' club. And I traveled, and my travels took me repeatedly to capitals, where the night life was alive and finding a stranger wasn't that difficult. I became careless. I had it covered. But in Singapore I was busted along with a male prostitute. I claimed to have been rolled by a taxi driver. I was expelled from Singapore, with a fine. It was a wake up call, be careful.
A man on a mission, a cock sucker, a sissy, needs a man to dominate him sexually. It is about domination, bending to his will, kissing his feet if necessary, proving again and again that his balls are unnecessary. A sissy has a man pussy, for fucking. His limp dick flapping around under him. A sissy needs a man to surrender to, and that is the obsession. I needed desperately to meet "Larry", somewhere out there was "Larry". I only wore pink panties.
Don't kid yourself, it is not something you outgrow. I'm in my seventies and I'm looking for "Larry", I wear panties when I meet up with him, we made contacts on the internet. My wife is a successful professional in her own right, and my kids are adults with families. And I am retired, after a successful career. I meet up with Ken, an retired Tractor Sales executive. I wear my pink panties, cock suck him to completion, and take my place while he climbs on me and penetrates me. I chose Ken because he is sixty, because he is a man, not a sissy, because he has a bigger and thicker cock, that I love to suck on. I know Ken, I know him well. I'm his sissy.
A new plant was considered, in Mexico and I was sent with a plant superintendent to survey locations. It was part of he training, get my feet wet across the border. Larry, I will call him Larry, was a man in his fifties, with beaucoup years with the company. Trusted by management. We used a local agent, Don Carlos a very refined man in real estate. We saw several sights, not only around Mexico City, but in other industrial towns. We spoke with lawyers, and accountants, to get a lay of the land legally. It was an exhausting trip, a lot got done.
But Larry, had a side to him, that was not out in the open. Larry liked men, he liked me. And wanted to impose his like on me. And although I resisted, he won the day, and introduced me to a world I had never contemplated. It wasn't a simple encounter, it was a night long sexual attack and domination. I went down fighting, but I went down and he demonstrated to me, an Ivory Tower Golden Boy what a real man is. I walked away, but not without knowing that I had submitted to him and I had enjoyed it. A side of me, that I was unaware of.
I processed it intellectually, but the damn was broken, and I found myself allowing men to approach me, finding reasons to go out of town. I asked to be transferred to international operations. Always, Larry was my model. An older, experienced man, who found a panty waist like me attractive. I found that I enjoyed at a very high level sucking cock, and bending over. It turned out, that not only was I queer, I was a sissy. I bought ladies underwear and wore them to masturbate. I let a man see me in panties, and I sucked his cock with pleasure. I traveled, always prepared for a stranger, plenty of lube in my dop kit, and condoms.
My thirties became forties, my family grew by another one, my wife was a central figure in the executive wives' club. And I traveled, and my travels took me repeatedly to capitals, where the night life was alive and finding a stranger wasn't that difficult. I became careless. I had it covered. But in Singapore I was busted along with a male prostitute. I claimed to have been rolled by a taxi driver. I was expelled from Singapore, with a fine. It was a wake up call, be careful.
A man on a mission, a cock sucker, a sissy, needs a man to dominate him sexually. It is about domination, bending to his will, kissing his feet if necessary, proving again and again that his balls are unnecessary. A sissy has a man pussy, for fucking. His limp dick flapping around under him. A sissy needs a man to surrender to, and that is the obsession. I needed desperately to meet "Larry", somewhere out there was "Larry". I only wore pink panties.
Don't kid yourself, it is not something you outgrow. I'm in my seventies and I'm looking for "Larry", I wear panties when I meet up with him, we made contacts on the internet. My wife is a successful professional in her own right, and my kids are adults with families. And I am retired, after a successful career. I meet up with Ken, an retired Tractor Sales executive. I wear my pink panties, cock suck him to completion, and take my place while he climbs on me and penetrates me. I chose Ken because he is sixty, because he is a man, not a sissy, because he has a bigger and thicker cock, that I love to suck on. I know Ken, I know him well. I'm his sissy.
