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. I have always been effeminate, a sissy through and through. All of the sucking, all of the fucking, all that cock and cum had made my homosexuality glaringly obvious. I was not simply a sissy faggot; I was, even at that age, already a cockwhore, a cumslut, a spermdump. Of course, I behaved just like I looked. 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 homosexual back then. I was bold. I probably also smelled of all the cum I ate and the pee I drank. I brushed and garbled, but but I had cock breath, cum breath, pee breath, shit breath. I was careful, too. I was not really interested in the boys my age, just their cocks. I also did not 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 a closeted gay. He also introduced me to many other men who became my lovers.

With three of these four grade school teachers, sucking and fucking was always at school. They claimed to be straight, but assured me that they wanted to 'take care' of me. The strictest confidence was presumed; the risk to them far greater than to me. I was admittedly a boislut. I flaunted a sexuality incongruous with my age. I had sucked so much cock already, and had been fucked so often, my boibody was like that of a third-world street whore. My teachers could not resist. Fortunately for them, we never got caught. I learned later, though, that two of them had later lost their jobs for having sex with their students. Maybe I should feel guilty. I do not. Starting in my teens, I often solicited sex on the street as a transgender hooker. I led men astray. I was a bad boy. Yes. I admit it. Since my earliest days, I have always been a dirty, nasty, filthy faggot.

With Mr. G, my math teacher, it was different. He took me home for sex. In the privacy of his home, we did everything. I often took control, not as a dominate, but as an experienced subordinate, submissive. He was an older man, a seemingly timid man, with a wonderful, generous heart, and a surprisingly big dick. I lavished my love and attention on him. There were times when I would lick and tongue his butthole for hours. I would suck him 'til he came in my mouth, then suck his soft cock again 'til he got hard again and fucked me. We took baths together. We slept together. He did not care that I was sucking and fucking many other men. He peed in my mouth. He shit on my plate. We were lovers for years, until I was drafted into the Vietnam Conflict.