When I was young, even before my father first fucked me for the first time on my seventh birthday, in very public places, I used to pull my pants down, and spread the cheeks of my butt, to expose my already gaping boicunt. For years before my first fuck, my father and I began preparing me for that eventuality. When we were together every day, usually after he had returned home from work, I sucked his cock, and he fingered my cunt. We watched gay porn together. We talked about men sucking and fucking men – how that was the most perfect order of things. When I was alone, even in front of my mother and brothers, I often played with my boipussy. Very early on, I started eating my shit, too. My clittie was tiny, useless; my cunt provided me with the continual satisfaction I craved.

My parents – my mother, usually, first – were frequently informed of my peculiar habit of exposing my asscunt in public. My mother agreed that it was perhaps unusual, but certainly innocent. I never got into serious trouble, because my parents were tolerant of such aberrant behaviour. My mother had long called me her little faggot. She told my brothers that I was different; that, unlike most boys, who would grow to prefer girls, I never would. Though my father and I played every day in the privacy of their bedroom, my mother was well aware of our activities. She often asked me if I enjoyed playing with my father like this. She asked me what we did, specifically. I had nothing to hide. I lick and suck his cock. I lick and tongue his yummy butthole. He fingers me. He cums in my mouth. He pokes me with his cock, just a little, just enough to push the head in; then he cums inside me. This just started. Until recently, though I asked for it – begged, actually – he would only cum in my mouth. We talk about men having sex with one another. We watch men sucking and fucking each other. We look at his magazines, his photos.

With my first real fuck – not just the head of his penis, and his cumming inside me, but full insertion – my father encouraged me to be open and indefatigable in my search for cock and cum. Our gay neighbours were initially suggested. That led, of course, to many, many more men, all adults, all happy to fuck the insatiable sissyboi. Still, I could not get enough. My public displays became more commonplace. Contrary to what my mother had thought when I was younger, these had never been innocent. Now, they were far less so. Now, I not only exposed myself, but did so with purpose. I showed my gaping cunt to men, explicitly to suggest and to invite their attention. I asked if I could suck their cocks. I begged them to fuck me. This could not be done in public, to be sure, but many of those men gladly conducted me to places where we could engage in sex. No one ever took advantage of me. On the contrary, I took advantage of them. I was persuasive. I made it very difficult to refuse my advances.

To avoid getting ‘caught’ again and again in my own neighbourhood, I bicycled to other neighbourhoods. I went to the edge of town, to the hood. I am ‘colour blind’. I do not see colour in people. In men, I see cock. I imagine the cocks of all men. I Imagine sucking them. I imagine them fucking me. As a white boy, exposing myself to men in black and Latino neighbourhoods, I was blessed not with my first black and brown cock, but my first strange, anonymous black and brown cock. It was fabulous.

I have always been bold in soliciting cock. My destiny was made clear to me at birth. I am a faggot. I am here to service, to please, to submit to men. I have not failed to honour that commitment.