It is safe to suggest that few boys become aware of their homosexuality at as young an age as I. Yes, my father encouraged that realisation, but he did not lead me across a threshold, and into a domain, that was not mine already to explore. As early as I can remember, I wanted no other toy than my father's cock, no other pastime than licking and sucking his cock, licking and tonguing his butthole, savouring and swallowing his cum, revelling in the smell and taste of his pee, the taste and texture of his shit.

You have tired already of hearing of my father's influence on me, but that beginning set me apart from most boys my age, who had as yet to discover their destinies as faggots. As such, I could not approach them in their ignorance, nor had I any motivation to do so. Amongst my father's contacts, within the broader gay community, and within the seemingly inexhaustible larger group of apparently straight men willing and anxious to fuck a boy my age, I had enough cock to suck and to fuck me, all begging for it aside, and there was much of that.

As I always have, I liked strangers even back then. That was long before the HIV and AIDS scare, but other sexually transmitted diseases were cautioned against. I have never cared about any of that. I have always accepted and expected that all the men who fucked me would cum inside me. I urged completed abandon. As early as I was out in public sucking cock and getting fucked, I was earnestly requesting that men pee in my mouth, and shit in my mouth. I had a need for nastiness, a hunger for dirtiness, an insatiable lust for all that was filthy.

While watching gay men suck and fuck each other, waiting my turn, waiting to suck clean the dicks of the tops, and to lick and eat clean the cunts of the bottoms, I naturally eased my impatience by sucking the cocks of all dogs present. I licked their buttholes, too. The men observing me were delighted, of course. It did not take long before the cocks of those dogs were guided into my gaping boicunt.

I am fearless, but I am also intelligent. To maintain my independence, it was essential that I exercise not restraint, nor constraint, nor limitation, but simple common sense, in approaching men for sex. I would observe them, first, assessing any and all points and vulnerability, areas into which I might gain entry for the suggestion of sex. With those who would entertain sex with a minor, the suggestion had to be open and clear, confirming experience, willingness, and consent on my part. With those who would not, even the slightest intimation of impropriety had to be avoided.

I faired well. Many of my teachers quickly succumbed. It helped that I was the best student in their classes. I always had very long hair, like a girl. My voice was and remains high, like a girl's. My behaviour was noticeably girlie, feminine. I wore loose girl's blouses instead of boy's shirts. I have never worn underwear. My pants were loose fitting, too. In the final stages of my flirtation of my teachers, neighbours, and others who could fuck me every day, I wanted it to be effortless to drop my clothes, either to suck cock, or to get fucked. My ever gaping cunt was certain proof of my calling and my experience as a boislut, a boiwhore, a fledgling sissy faggot.

Often, in desperation, though I was fucked all day, every day, I would bicycle to a part of town into which I had never ventured, and right there on a public sidewalk, I would pull down my pants, bend over, spread the cheeks of my ass, and expose my loose, open, well-fucked, cummy cunt for all to see. Of course, I was scolded by passersby, but, often, too, some man would invite me to his house to suck his dick, and to fuck me. I made myself irresistible. Public restrooms, parks, cinemas, outside of bars, truck stops, outside of porn arcades, anywhere and everywhere that I could entice a cock, or many cocks, was frequented. I also just hung out on street corners like a hooker. That seldom failed to work. All those who stopped invited me into their front seats. It took encouragement whatsoever for me to start fondling their cocks. It was always I who suggested that I suck them. It was always I who begged to be fucked. Many of these men took me home where I could get even more. After the sucks and fucks, pee and shit on me in your bathtub. I will clean it all up.

Yes, I have always been undeniably, incorrigibly, profoundly filthy. I have met any one else as filthy as I. That is why instead of boy friends, I have had lovers, tops who would use me. I never had my hand out, either. All I ever wanted was cock and cum, pee and shit. Keep your money. Slut me out. Whore me out. Fuck me. Let me be your toilet. Share me with all those you know, the more reckless, the more perverse, the more extreme, the better.