FlagpoleSitta

I started out a perfectly normal boy until I became a sex object for the manager of a skating rink I frequented in the late 1980’s and early 1990’s. During those six years, I started being attracted to other boys at school and at the skating rink. Because I now knew a lot about sex, I found myself daydreaming of being with them, all the while, being hit on by girls left and right.

But as I got older and realized the preferred life of society is heterosexual, I did my best to hide my attraction to boys and gave in to all the girls who hit on me. I dated only girls just like all my friends. But I wasn’t nearly as impressed with pussy as they were. I just couldn’t see what all the hype was about. Now tits, yes…I LOVE those!! Especially when they are either flat or very small. SHOW ME BOOBIES!! I still get hard playing with those. So I thought I could just live as a bisexual. But other than their tits, beautiful skin, nice curves and sexy clothes, that’s where my attraction to women ends.

I’ve always been attracted to MTF trans women, too. I’ve always wanted tits of my own and have become increasingly interested in taking hormones. Not long enough to fully transition, but just enough to grow small boobs that I can still hide under my everyday clothes. So if there’s anyone out there with experience in this area, please message me.

Anyway, because of this guy so many years ago, I wanted dick, to put it bluntly. But I couldn’t say a word and definitely couldn’t date a boy. So I continued my fake life. I dated many women. Some of them were mom’s and I even married a couple of them. But I couldn’t keep faking this. I couldn’t keep being with women because my desire to be with a guy, or transgender woman for that matter, would always interfere.

I’ve been single since 2013 when my then girlfriend caught me wearing her bikini while tanning in the backyard when she was SUPPOSED to be out of town. While it was a wonderful relationship up to that point, I always had thoughts of being with guys, even fantasizing about them every time we had sex. With her height, skinny body and flat chest, that made it extremely easy. I’d also frequently wear women’s clothes when she wasn’t around. So it was best she leave me. I decided then to just stay single forever. That way, I can sleep with whoever I want, whenever I want without tipping anyone off that I might be gay.

That’s a brief story of my life. If you want to know more, including my experience with my very first orgasm (which was technically a sissygasm) just send me a message. I love chatting with people with similar interests.