By all appearances, I am undeniably, unequivocally gay, and I have been all of my life. My father started preparing me for a homosexual life when I was very young. I don’t remember all the earliest details, of course, but he has told me time and again what he did. He is not ashamed of it, and neither am I. I am proud to be gay, and happy that my father was brave, committed, and patient enough to initiate me as slowly and carefully as he did.

As soon as I was able, and I was a quick, willing, and obedient learner, I began to lick and play with my father’s big cock, and to lick his asshole. We would be naked together as much as possible, and my father made sure that my attention was always on his cock, especially, and on his ass. His cock was my toy, the focal point of all my attention. It was also my major source of pleasure. With my cock play, I also learned very early to love my father’s cum. I quickly made the connection between play and reward. My father made sure that every time I played with his cock, or licked his butthole, I would always be rewarded with his cum. At first, and for quite a while, I couldn’t make him cum on my own. He would beat off, and I would lick up all his cum from his belly or from his hand. I remember trying to catch all of his cum in my mouth just as he was cumming, but his dick was too big to fit in my mouth, so it wasn’t that easy. Remember, I was young, but eager. I wanted to please my father. I was encouraged not to waste. Every day, several times a day, my father and I would play, and he would cum. I always ate his cum. I loved it.

I have three brothers, one older and two younger. My mother was also around, but as I never complained, she appeared to turn a blind eye. My father only played in this way with me. We would go into his bedroom and close the door. I loved our frequent sessions together. I got to play with my father’s cock, lick his butthole, and eat his cum. It was perfect.

Very early on, too, my father started playing with my butthole. He was very gentle. I do not ever remember it hurting. It was a lengthy process, priming my ass, but he was patient. I loved his finger inside me as I was sucking on the head of his dick. One finger, then two, then three. He also used bananas. Still, to this day, I love to stick bananas in my ass, and then eat them. If my ass is filled with cum, as it so often is, so much the better. If the bananas come out a little brown with shit, as they often do, that’s good, too. My father also encouraged me to take an interest in my own ass. He showed me how to douche myself with a simple bulb douche. Whenever I was alone, I was encouraged to have my fingers in my ass. I remember how happy I was when I showed my father that I could put all my fingers and my thumb into my ass all the way up to my knuckles. I really worked on it. My father also worked on it. My father had told me what the goal was. He was going to fuck me. He was going to stick his dick inside me, and cum inside me. I was getting more of his cock in my mouth then. I had long worshipped it. It was my biggest comfort. I couldn’t wait to feel it in my ass. I wasn’t at all scared. It was all I hoped for.

As early as I can remember, we began looking at gay porn magazines. Many of these were just of men’s dicks, soft and hard, but just as many were of men having sex. My earliest memories of reading are all from these gay sex magazines. My father never read any real children’s stories to me. He only read gay porn, while I looked at the pictures. I learned to read very early, and with my father all I read was gay porn. If I wanted to read something else when we were apart, my father made sure that he filled those books with pictures from magazines of men’s cocks, and men sucking, rimming, and fucking each other. As my ‘other’ books always had these frequent ‘surprises’, I grew to expect them. Still, to this day, I often fill the books I am reading with pictures of men’s gorgeous cocks, and of men having sex. My father was also an excellent photographer. He had hundreds of close-up photos of men sucking and fucking each other. I was encouraged to look at the pictures in the magazines, to look at the photos, and to talk about the men and what they were doing. I usually had my father’s dick in my hand when we discussed these things. He would be fingering me, and I would be lovingly stroking his dick. All I wanted was to be like the men in the photos, sucking cock and being fucked. As I got older, my father would always end our times together by cumming in my mouth. The words ‘cock’ and ‘dick’ and ‘fuck’ and ‘suck’ and ‘cum’ and ‘rim’ and ‘lick’ and ‘tongue’ and ‘finger’ were words I loved. My father encouraged me to use them often when we were together. We talked all the time about what I was doing to him, and what he was doing to me, what he would do to me. He loved me to ask him to let me suck his cock, lick and suck his balls, and lick and tongue his asshole. I loved to tell him how much I adored eating his cum. He talked about fucking me all the time. We both loved to talk about men sucking, fucking, and rimming each other.

As my asshole got more and more stretched out, my father began pressing his hard cock just barely into me. He began rubbing my crack with his hard dick. I wanted it bad. He took his time. I begged him for it. He continued to wait. He would cum in my mouth, and talk to me about how wonderful it was going to be when we finally did it. Then we could do it every day, as often as we wanted. We continued to get me ready: fingers, bananas, and cucumbers. I was able to get a finger of each hand, then fingers, in my asshole, and stretch it out further. I loved playing with my ass. Whenever I was alone, I always had my fingers inside me. My father started cumming occasionally with his cock pressed up against my asshole. He would then push the cum just barely inside me with his dick. I would finger the rest inside me, then finger it all out and eat it.

We decided to do it on my seventh birthday. Neither of us could wait any longer. I had already waited too long. I didn’t care about anything else. I just wanted my father’s cock inside me. When my birthday came, I was ecstatic. I had always been an excellent student. My teachers loved me, too. This day, my father let me stay home from school. We went into his room as we had for years. I douched in the bathroom. Then on our familiar bed I sucked and sucked on his cock. I also licked his butthole. Licking my father’s butthole was an important part of the joy that I got from it all. It felt so very good to have my face between the cheeks of his ass, licking and tonguing that wonderful hole. Next to his cock, I loved his butthole more than anything else. Knowing it was the right time, I told him I was ready. For the first time ever, he put lubricant on his dick. He fingered a little inside me, too. He could tell that I was ready. My asshole was loose. I had done good work. He told me to relax and sit down on his dick. Without hesitation, I sat down slowly. My father had his hands on my waist, guiding me down. I felt the head of his dick enter me. Slowly we urged it in deeper. For our first time, my father was content that he was in deep enough. He began moving slowly inside me. He wasn’t very far in, but it felt like he was. It felt great. As he moved inside me, I could feel his gorgeous dick. I knew it so well. It was my best friend. Finally, my father was fucking me. I was overcome with elation. This is what I had been waiting for all my life. My father was really fucking me. I called out again and again, ‘Fuck me, Da. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.’ For the first time, he came inside me. I could feel his throbbing cock. I could feel his hot cum. I was in bliss. I was seven years old, and my father had fucked me. I felt so very special. All that I had wanted in life had just come true. My father had fucked me. His cum was inside me. Now he could fuck me as often as we liked. My joy was transcendent.

When he came out of me, I immediately went down on him and sucked his cock clean. He congratulated me, and told me how much more fun it would be from now on. He assured me that we would fuck several times a day, every day, and that each time he would get deeper and deeper inside me. Our new goal was to get him all the way inside me. He wanted his balls to be slapping my ass as he fucked me. His cum was oozing out of my asshole; so I scooped it up with my fingers and ate it. It tasted so, so good.

My father kept his promise. He fucked me nearly every day for years. In no time, we reached our next goal. My father also encouraged me to explore other possible sources of pleasure. Of course, I had all the porn I could look at and read, but he wanted me to have the real thing. He encouraged me to find other men to fuck me. There were no limits now. Now, I could be fucked by any man. I started with my brothers, with whom I was very close. They didn’t know about my father and me. I remember clearly that they thought it was strange that my butthole was so big, relaxed, open. It wasn’t at all tight, like theirs, but totally loose, and literally begging to be filled with cock. They didn’t know that I had spent years purposely getting it that way. They were happy to satisfy my ‘curiosity’. Even though they couldn’t get hard at first, I loved to suck them anyway. Before my older brother could cum, I began to talk with him about it. The first time that he and his friends jerked off together, I was there to swallow their cum. Of course, I also loved to lick my brothers’ buttholes. When they told our parents that I was sucking and licking them, my parents assured them that it was fine and natural, it was just that I was a little different from most boys. As my brothers got older, they fucked me. My older brother fucked me first, of course, and then my two younger brothers. Many of their friends also fucked me. I was open to everyone. My brothers just thought it was fun. I was their insatiable little fuck toy. They started calling me a queer and a faggot. I thought that was great. I was happy as long as they fed me their dicks, and let me lick their buttholes. My older brother had a big dick like my father. Even after he began being with girls, he hardly ever refused my urgings. As my younger brothers watched cartoons on TV, I would be sucking their little cocks and licking their buttholes, or they would be fucking me. I never cared about TV, or hardly anything else. I only wanted more and more cock and cum. One time, my brothers brought home a man they had found on the beach just to let him fuck me. He was dirty, and he smelled of alcohol, but I still loved sucking his cock in front of my brothers, and I loved it even more when he fucked me in front of them. My brothers wouldn’t touch him, but they all fucked me, too, one at a time, right after he fucked me.

Our next-door neighbour was my next real lover. He was my father’s age. One day when I was over there, I started rubbing his cock through his pants. I told him I wanted to suck his cock, and I wanted him to fuck me. He was cautious at first, but then he saw that I was serious. I never told him directly that my father and I had been fucking for a long time, but it must have been obvious. I was just eight years old, and I was experienced. Sam was gay. He told me that he was homosexual. He told me that he liked only men. That didn’t mean much to me at the time, but later it was very significant. Sam, like my father, was great with me. He and I would always be naked in his house. I sucked him a lot, and he fucked me a lot. This relationship also went on for years.

Sam also had other men over, lots of them. I became accustomed to seeing men sucking and fucking each other. This was real. I was in heaven. When at Sam’s, I always had a cock in my hand, or in my mouth, or in my ass. After the men fucked, I would also clean them up, sucking their cocks, and licking their buttholes. It was at Sam’s that I started drinking pee, too. Sam peed into a glass one day, and asked me to drink it. He said it was good. I did. It’s so nice to drink the pee of a man who is fucking you, and giving you his cum. Even at this young age, I worshipped cocks. Anything more they could give me was welcomed. From then on I started drinking pee regularly. I loved to drink my own pee.

By the time I was ten, I had already sucked lots of cocks, and been fucked by lots of men. My father, my brothers, and Sam were constant, but there were many others. Sam’s friends were inviting me to their places, where I met other friends. I was a novelty. They all liked to fuck the boy, Greyston. I always told my father about the men that I had been with. He gave me considerable freedom. He wanted me to have sex with as many men as possible. He knew Sam, of course, but just in a neighbourly way. When my father discovered other cum in my ass, which was often the case, it pleased him immensely. He loved to hear about all the cocks I had sucked, and all the men who had fucked me. He loved to hear about all the others sucking and fucking at Sam’s place. I told him about drinking pee. He knew about my brothers, too, of course. He loved it all. As I sucked him, or licked his butthole, or he fucked me, he often said that he was proud of me. When I told him that Sam was a homosexual, he just smiled. My father never admitted that he was gay. Maybe he wasn’t. Maybe he isn’t. All these years, he has only hinted at being with other men. Whatever his orientation, he always encouraged me to be totally gay. We never talked about girls, if I liked them or not. He never encouraged me to try it with a girl. It was always about men. It was all about cocks and cum, men’s assholes, men’s pee. I started drinking my father’s pee, too. It was still a while before I confessed to my father that I was homosexual, but he knew all along. I love my father dearly for showing me my true path in life so early in my life. I was the luckiest boy on earth.

By the time I was twelve, Sam had introduced me to many, many men. He also got me a job as a bus boy at a fancy retirement hotel by the beach. We were living Santa Cruz, California at the time. The dishwasher was Stan. He was also gay. From the first day I worked there, we found a place where I could suck his cock, and he could fuck me. Very early on, he told me about all the men upstairs who would love to meet me. I came to work early the next day and every day thereafter. We went upstairs to the rooms together. The hotel was full of horny gay and straight men, all anxious to fuck us; me, especially. Stan and I often helped each other out. While he was being fucked, I would suck his dick. I would always eat the cum from his asshole. Stan also fucked some of the men. I was always there for clean up. Some of the men just liked to watch as Stan and I made love. Many of the men fucked me, too, of course. With my love of pee, I often got the men to pee in my mouth, or all over me in the bathtub. This went on for years, too.

When I was fifteen, I had my first boyfriend. It was never a monogamous relationship, as I couldn’t stand just being with one man, but we were close for a while. He was also my first Asian. I had sucked lots of black cock, and had been fucked by many black men, Sam’s friends, but I had never been with an Asian. Jet was Thai. He was very feminine, very gay, very much in love with me. Until that time, I had always been a bottom exclusively. Some of the men I was with licked my asshole before fucking me, and occasionally I was sucked until I came, but usually I just got myself off afterwards. I was happy that way. I am happy that way. I am a total bottom. I suck cock. I get fucked. With Jet only was it different. I was used to being with older men. Jet was my age. We sucked and fucked each other, kissed and hugged, all the time that we were together. Yes, I fucked him, too. It was strange. I liked it, of course, but it was strange. I wasn’t used to it. My dick is small. I love to beat off, and I love to cum, but I have always done that on my own. When I beat off and cum, I always eat my own cum. Orgasms are most often internal for me. When I am sucking cock, eating assholes, and getting fucked, I feel so good it’s as if I am cumming myself. My soft dick often drips cum when I have these internal orgasms. Jet and I didn’t last long. I wanted the cocks of older men. I wanted to be fucked more and more and more.

School was always easy for me. I won the scholarship awards at my schools every year. Even though my main interest was cock, I still managed to do well in school. Of course, none of my teachers knew what I was doing outside of school. Most of the time I was sucking cock and getting fucked by older men. All that cock and cum began to show on me, though. I was beginning to behave differently, like the homosexual I was. In the locker room, and at the urinals, I stared at other boys’ and men’s cocks. Remember, it was not really cool to be gay back then. I was bold. I probably also smelled of all the cum I ate and the pee I drank. I was careful, too. I wasn’t really interested in the boys my age, just their cocks. I also didn’t want any trouble. I found my outlet in my male teachers. I told them that I liked men. I fondled their hardening dicks through their pants. While I was in high school, I was sucking and being fucked by four of my teachers. My relationship with my math teacher went on for years. He lived alone, and was probably gay. He also introduced me to many other men who also became lovers.

By the time I graduated from high school, I had never been with a woman. Women liked me, because I was sensitive, smart. I was a poet, a surfer. I had no interest in their bodies, though. I was gay. I knew it. Finally, I admitted it to my father. He said that he knew it, but that it wasn’t because of him. He said that he had known it since I was born. He said that it would have happened this way whether or not we had done what we had done. I believe him. My father simply encouraged me to be who I was. I was content to play with his cock as a baby. His cock fascinated me. I wanted his cock more than my mother’s nipple. I wanted his cum more than my mother’s milk. Inspired by my experience with my father, and by his encouragement, I took it upon myself to search for other dicks to suck, other cocks to fuck me. My obsession was my own. My father was just my greatest advocate.