Those are the best moments of all, when another man is buried deep inside my fagcunt, and I can feel every spurt, thrust, and drip of cum coursing into my body. Those are the moments when I know I have fulfilled my sole purpose in the world. Another man has cum inside me, confirming my worth, my destiny. To be as I appear, to appear as I am, a cockslut, a cumwhore, with every pounding, every ramming of cum deeper and deeper into my cunt; testimony to my lifelong submission to men, all men, without restraint, seeding me, breeding me, feeding me; that cum, penetrating all the tissues of my innermost soul; affirming that without that cum I would be nothing, no one, begging for another man to fill me up, to make me into his personal cumdump, cesspool of his every ejaculation and elimination.

I know this will never change, nor should it. Into what would I change? I was born a faggot. Were I a woman, I would be the same. All sluts and whores should be famed, not shamed. Less ambiguous than any other rôle in society, sluts and whores perform their functions with unequivocal dedication. To be passed from one cock to the next, engorged balls exploding one tight load of cum after another into me; clean or dirty, poz or neg, recklessly taking every dick offered me; favoring the most nasty, the most filthy, the ones that barely pause between fuckings, between cunts, cunts as wanton, as desperate as mine.

With so much cock, so much cum, though full, I always want more, I am always needy. It eases my want somewhat when, not abusively, not in violation, by no means, but at my beseeching, men cum inside me, then pee in my face and in my mouth, them, most agreeably, shit in my eager mouth, all the while addressing me as I so crave, as faggot, slut, whore, nasty… This is why I now breathe, to dress and to behave like the slut, the whore I am, I have always been; flashing my gaping, cum-filled fuckhole, my tiny, limp, fagclit at every man I see, devotedly, worshipfully sucking their cocks, being fucked by their cocks.

With every new injection of cum, cum upon cum upon cum, my value again authenticated, substantiated, validated, throughout my being the overwhelming sense of satisfaction, proof that I am still, as I have always been, mere fuckmeat, as a sissy faggot, inferior to both men and to women, subservient to both, slave to both, in service, in adoration, in love to and with all men, to be used, and used again, and used again. From conception, guided initially by my father, conducted across the fem-fag threshold into the realm of sluthood and whoredom, true happiness was and is mine.