Graduation from Fag School Chapter 2
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Sometimes life can take a strange turn. Not in my wildest dreams would Iever have imagined the situation I find myself in now. For, you see, I amnow a slave.I retired from a brilliant career in IT at the young age of 55. I hadtaken good care of myself physically, so I looked good for my years.Relationships had eluded me over the years. I had a few boyfriends, butmostly I was a guy who never hooked up long with anyone. I didn't see thepoint. I was content in my life, with my job, with my...
Don't read this if you are illiterate, or if you are offended by the term "fag." However, if you now know that "fag" is an endearing term used by passionate fag lovers and their supporters, then read on. The time setting for this chapter of fag school is between chapters 1 and 2, the day the fresh fag freshmen check in and check each other out. We begin: For the past year, two good friends have been living a life that is both a profitable and, to them, a philanthropic contribution to the sex...
GayLast week me a few of my buddies went to the Mississippi cost for a long weekend of playing golf and fishing.After playing 18 holes of golf and a few cocktails I decided to head back to the resort and not play the nifty little par 3 gold course. It was long night of drinking and gambling and I was a little worn out and headed back to the resort alone.I gabbed a margeritta and layed by the pool after a few minutes I hear this sweet lil voice say , hi, is this lounge chair taken? As I turned...
graduation from Fag School - Magna Cum Laude - Chapter 1 Eventually a fag knows and loves that he is a fag. Sometimes the fag follows a long transition from straight to bi, to shemales, to shemales and guys, and finally to just great guys with those beautiful great cocks. Then the happy fag should reflect on his fantastic erotic voyage and thank those who helped him to his all-dick destination. In my case, believe it or not, I mostly have a woman to thank in helping me become the finest fag I...
Gay2019“ hopefully you can come see us this summer. Sincerely, Uncle Eli “I smirked and folded the old fashioned hand written letter my uncle sent me. It’s been a couple years since I last saw him. He was just the guy who married my mom's sister at one point. But the summer before college changed things. I got off my couch and packed my bags for a little road trip.2009My eyes made contact with Eli’s but my mind was everywhere else. He tried to look stern with...
“Cabbage,” yelled Sirvaughn Poe as he pulled in the brown-skinned slim dude into a hug.“Hey baby,” giggled the effeminate host. “How was your day?”“It was good, baby! A nigga cain’t complain you know.”“I’m glad it was good.”“How was yours?”“It went pretty well. Thanks!”“I see you got dat booty out fuh ah nigga tah-night.”“Oh yeah. Do you like this outfit,” Cabbage inquired referring to the pink lace midriff top he was wearing along with the pink and purple jockstrap.“Hell yeah! A nigga love dat...
Check Your Taillights It all started pretty innocently, at least by my standards. For many years I have been a closet crossdresser and like most, I thought there must be something wrong with me. The usual bag of emotions and guilt. One day I did an online search to see if there was a forum for crossdressers and sure enough there was. My whole world changed. Not drastically but change it did. I found there were many others who felt and dressed as I did and I finally found out I...
I'd never been in the boy's bathroom before, but I'd seen men's rooms, like when people go in or out and I'd take a peek, you know. Plus I'd been in the men's room out at the rest area on the highway too, so it wasn't really a big deal, except that somebody could come in any minute. That was scary and made me nervous, but it was sorta good too, like it might be fun almost getting caught, but not really being caught. I don't know. It's hard to explain and whatever I was feeling, it...
I've read a lot of stories about a straight man turned gay. In most of them, it's obvious that the 'straight' guy was always gay in the first place. But that's not my story. Mine is about the fact that I was convinced I was straight. 100% straight. Until my friend intentionally turned me into a cocksucking faggot. Over the course of a few years. And he admitted to purposely orchestrating every step of this story.It all started when I was 25 years old. I was enjoying my youth. I fucked a lot of...
Matt's parents were cool and we got a bunch of pizzas and sodas and hung out in the recreation room they'd built downstairs. It had old comfortable furniture, a TV and DVD player, stereo, even an old foosball table, but there were only three balls for it and the red players were sort of loose. John and Kyle came over about seven. So we had more pizza and sodas and sat around playing foosball mostly and we had a couple movies to watch. Freddie vs. Jason, of course, and 28 Days Later, so that...
This faggot deserved all the public humiliation he endured at our hands. I mean the guy dressed constantly in pink, his wrist was so bent he wouldn't be able to catch a basketball if his life depended on it and his voice was so high-pitched we all figured he had a cunt. I'd picked on him as far back as I could remember; he was just a weird, skinny, uncoordinated loser who didn't remotely fit into a southern Texas town where football was the true gospel. And his parents hadn't helped any either...
All my brothers were gone along with Daddy to hit the junkyards. They'd taken the big Mack Super tow truck and the old flatbed ten-wheeler we used for hauling stuff. Steve's Mach I was there, the old Deceiver, but he wasn't and I figured he was driving Lisa's car, since he'd left me a note saying he was at Lisa's place and he'd be back about noon to pick me up. It was only gonna take about four or five hours to get to Seattle maybe, so we didn't have to rush too much. I was just...
"Shhhh..." It was dark and very quiet when I woke up and I was lying on my side, naked under the warm sheets. I thought I was dreaming at first and I closed my eyes again. I was still tired. I wanted to sleep more, but someone was next to me now, moving slowly and shushing me. "Steve?" I whispered and he was behind me. I could feel his chest against my back, smooth and dry and warm like me. "Yeah," he breathed and he was molding himself to me. I could feel his naked pelvis against my...
"Please God..." I breathed a prayer and took the first Plan B pill, really hoping it would save me. If I needed to be saved, I reminded myself. I didn't actually know if I was pregnant or not. I followed it with some root beer and didn't feel any different, but maybe a little relieved possibly. Eighty-nine percent chance of working. That sounded pretty good, like almost a sure thing. Steve and Lisa were still in the shower and I figured they would be for awhile yet, if I knew the two of...
I was a fag. So were all my friends back in middle school. Only one or two of us were bi or gay. But to everyone else in the school, we were fags. Every single one of us. And we didn’t give a fuck. It was true Darwin, our middle school. 1990s suburban America. It was animal. Social selection. There’d be regular ass-kickings. Kids in the hallways kicked, punched from behind. Group beatings in bathrooms. Faces in toilets. Faces slammed into lockers. Wedgies. Purple nurples. Ears flicked. Seats...
Revenge of the Fags. Posted for a friend from him.This story is an absolute fantasy, no parts of it are known to be true nor is there any indication in any part will become true. Some of it may be gruesome and torturous. Nor do I condone including bareback sex in any of the actions in the story, I put it here only because it is a story. There is a bes tiality paragraph in here only meant to be revengeful, not arousing. There is no danger to anyone. There is a small straight section to...
Let's talk about football, while I'm still remembering being 14 again. Everything weird happened when I was 14 and I guess that's just puberty. You know, I've never really discussed this stuff before. Never written it down like this. I think it helps a little. So anyway, given my status as 'just one of the guys', it didn't seem too awfully strange to people when I tried out for the school football team. The state had told all the schools that if they used government money, then they...
The cold felt good anyway and the light breeze went through my thin pajamas like they were nothing. We had about five buildings that made the whole 'garage' and the one I was going to was a prefab aluminum rectangle. It was the paint shed and it was split in 3 parts, with a prep area, a panting area, and a drying room. But usually we just prepped in the painting area, unless we had a bunch of cars backed up, which happened sometimes. This time though it was just the Cougar. David and Mark...
It was a long bike ride home and the night had gotten cold, but I didn't really notice it all that much. I was still warm inside after being with Brian. He'd been sort of a jerk, bringing his three stupid friends in the girls locker room, but I'd been a jerk too, telling the principal that Brian had touched me when he hadn't. So I couldn't really blame him for wanting some kind of revenge. I mean, the boy part of me understood it completely and the girl part, well she hadn't even...
--- Fag Hag (MF, con, impreg) by Krosis of the Collective --- Sylvester threw his leather jacket across the living room. "Damn it!" Jackie looked up from her book. "What's wrong, bunkie?" Sly sat down heavily on the couch next to his roommate and sighed. "Some of the ass in this town is so fucking far back in the closet that they'd taste like mothballs, even if I could get them out of there." Jackie put her book down. Her gay friend blew up like this pretty...
Fag Hags' Outingbypenisleeve©She was a friend, a good friend and wife of a mate. She had wanted to go out for the night and do ‘something wild’ for absolutely ages and had driven us all mad with her constant whinging about it. Mick her husband wasn’t interested and as my wife was working the 4 to 12 shift, I agreed to take her to a couple of night spots where she’d see some ‘wild’ things. They were gay locals where my wife and I frequently went and where we both enjoyed meeting casual partners...
This is a true story, names have been changed.My mom remarried after my dad died to a man who had five c***dren. I was already an adult and married when dad passed. My mom's new husband was younger than her and his oldest was a girl, Nancy. Nancy, by the time she was 18 had a baby of her own, the father of the c***d and her were going to be married but he was arrested a day before their wedding. So Nancy became a dancer at, what we called,a go-go bar. That is where she met Rich. We, my...
I'm sure many of you have seen a number of movies or television programs based on prison life behind bars. Having recently spent some 29 months in an undisclosed New England State Pen, I’ll now share with you first hand, some of the wildest and most unbelievable sexual experiences one could ever imagine. While still on parole now, I will change my name here and not mention the state facility involved. Other than to substitute a few names for some of the real ones involved, all of what I'm...
He was smoking a cigarette outside, 2am , i was in my room, my pants sightly down, sit on my pink dildio, humping on it as i play video games 54 tall a bit on the chubby side, Henry recently divorced after 15 yrs , was looking at me play some game thru my window curtainhe smoke , watching not thinking much of it , a the boy playing game, constantly humping on his chairhe just stayed there on the side of our building plex backyard smoking , watching the game on the screenand for a brief second...
I threw some clothes in my backpack the next afternoon, actually the same things I'd worn the night before. My jeans, Texaco shirt, and my ball cap. Some socks and boxers, and my old shoes. I dressed out in my football uniform, but I knew after practice, I'd be changing in the locker room. That thought made me nervous and excited at the same time. Matt and Lance stopped by to ride with me, the way they always did. They had backpacks too and we rode kind of slowly because for once in our...
In the morning I had to find a good spot to hide my brand new dildo! Well, nobody really messed with anybody else's stuff anyway. I mean, living with seven other people under one roof sort of meant that whatever privacy you could give was the same as what you'd get. I just stuffed my cock under my mattress. I didn't think Daddy would ever go looking under there for anything, especially since that's where I kept my menstrual pads and stuff ... Not used ones! I just put them under there...
I took a deep breath and giggled, thinking Josh was really lucky he wasn't me. I wouldn't want anyone to go through the stuff I was going through, not even for a girlfriend as killer as Jane Hudson. But I knew my opinion on that would probably change as soon as she was close to me. I tended to forget a lot of things when I was with someone, and I wondered if other people had that problem too. I wanted to put Levi out of my head and Jane was gonna be perfect for that, even if I did feel...
It was getting sorta late, like around ten when I got on the computer. I didn't use it a whole lot. It just seemed kind of boring usually and the games my brothers liked either freaked me out, like that Doom game that Mark played, or just didn't make a lot of sense, like the Black and White game that Scott enjoyed so much. He had a really big cow that would dance with his villagers. What kind of game is that? Steve used it just so he could check out his muscle girls and Henry, well, who...
I don't care what anybody says; you cannot have really great sex and not show it. At least not for a couple hours, or maybe even for a day or two, I'm not sure. But as I went to my classes and walked through the hallways, I knew people could tell I'd had really great sex. Even the kids who didn't know what sex was. Or maybe I was just really high on what had happened, or paranoid or something, because nobody really stared at me either, at least not any more than they usually...
I finally did make it onto the playing field for football practice about halfway through it, and Coach was none too happy about that. He looked a little more worried than mad though, probably since I'd missed my morning workout with him as well. I think he thought I wasn't feeling well, but of course it wasn't that. He cared about me though, so he didn't do a whole lot of yelling or anything and when I told him I was gonna be going on a little trip and miss three days the next week, he...
"Well, goddamn! Look what the cat dragged in!" Coach was waiting for me in the gym, leaning against the wall under the big round clock. He glanced up for a second, "Three whole minutes early too." "Mornin' Coach," I said, feeling so tired it hurt just standing there. I'd been sleeping good and having a nice dream when my alarm had gone off at five, but I couldn't remember what it was. My brain was still numb even after a chilly pre-dawn bike ride. "Good mornin', Russet!"...
Danny felt very lucky he landed a part-time job at one of the hospitals in the city next to where he lived. It was the summer before his junior year in high school and for the remainder of the summer he would work a full 40 hours a week. It meant wearing a uniform and changing into it and out of it, coming and leaving the hospital.Danny was tall, but slim – 5’ 10” and weighed about 140 pounds at this stage of his adolescence. He had some dates with a couple of girls and nothing evolved beyond...
"Y'ellow!" a girl giggled breathlessly into my ear. "Hi, uh, Monica?" "Nope! I'm Stacy, who's this?" she wondered. "Ahhh ... Ann Russet," I said. "I called a couple days ago and, um..." "Hold on, Ann Russet," Stacy said and then I heard some dull thunking noises and then silence for about fifteen seconds. "Monica. Who's this? Ann Russet who?" she laughed before I could say anything and I wondered if Monica was drunk or something. "Yeah, it's me," I replied. "I...
I was on my way to a party with my cute blonde girlfriend, the host was a friend of hers from work. He was a short stocky gentleman of African descent. She had mentioned to me she though he was maybe gay, and she had also often noticed he had a considerable bulge in his pants.She knew this would pique my curiosity as I recently confessed my occasional desire to suck cock, not any cock, specifically big black cock. She also enjoyed watching this as she found it a huge turn on to witness my foray...
I was a married man with two sons, daughter and a very sexy wife. Had a good job, the wife worked in the office, made better money than me but we were happy so I thought. After the k**s grew up the wife started working over time and going on the road a lot, I knew she wished that she had married a man with a big cock not the tiny cock I have, sorry I must refer to it as my clitty now, the sex life has stopped long ago I thought she just too busy to bother getting sexy for me, I always made sure...
It's important for me to learn who's in charge and who's the submissive faggot. As I mentioned when we talked, have never been fucked and hope you take it easy and make me like it and want more. If I'm sucking your cock, please train me to be a good cocksucker and tell me how to do it better. Enough of that, time for a story just to give you some ideas on how I think you should talk to me and treat me.I was nervous as we pulled into the garage and could see you were also concerned how things...
I'd decided to change Leon's his name to "BOBBY", when I realized it was too late! So far, I've sent three million e-mails begging the site for help. But no one responded. You know? just enjoy the story. We're not calling him anything this time. I can't tell you how great it felt to get those 4 positive ratings. My only need was for someONE to feel what I felt while writing the story, and instead I got FOUR! Thank you guys, so much! . . . BOBBY's Fag Bitch BOY: part two...
Don't let a 14K web file effect your life negatively. Basicly, you're here just to get off. Remember that. *** I've always loved making friends with younger guys, since I was born or something. Specially the naughty ones. Something fun about it, I don't know. Maybe because you lead it, you don't get laid. You don't have him pay for your drink and make you feel like a bitch. But, to be honest, I never thought I'd find myself taking it to any higher level. Than friendship. For...
*************************** I m such a fag********************************** my wifes neice called me last friday ansd asked me to fix her hot water heater (the pilot lite went out).I got there and she was home with her friend kim from next dooR. They were both in the bedroom geting ready to go out. now Mellisa and Kim are both about 23 and hot as hell. aaaaaaaaaaa i go into the bathroom and find the hot water heater, it takes me about 5 minutes to light it. I then...
The Park and The Bitch Fag In Garters & Nylons By the time i hit my late 20’s I had been going to adult bookstores for several years. In fact there were spans of time where I would go literally every night during the week and sometimes even on the weekends. As time went on I got more bold about things and started going to theaters and doing more things than just jacking off or sucking off random guys. I had met several guys on line and even had a regular or two. I always wore pantyhose or...
This is a true story about the first time I had a real cock shoved up my ass. I was still in my early-mid twenties and had been sucking cock for a while. Mostly I was with a guy that lived close to me that I had met online but I had met some others online and also I went to various adult bookstores and theaters. I always wore pantyhose or nylons when I was with another guy. I loved being a sissy bitch for an aggressive guy. Especially if he had a nice cock! I had been getting the itch to have a...
CHAPTER IIThe rest of Friday night and for the next two days I hid out in my apartment. Sleep was fitful and satisfying restfulness evaded me. My ass felt like it was leaking all the time, and it ached most of those days. I took lots of long hot baths with soft music to distract me. Still, every time my ass twinged my memory of being forcefully impaled by that big black cock filled my thoughts. I recalled Jakes smell. Remember his gorgeous dark skin that felt like soft velvet over a steel hard...
The ice blue 2006 Lincoln Town Car turned into the entrance of the Orchard Estates Motor Home Park. The driver, Royce Coleman, was at the point where he was about to have his cornrows redone. So, they had been taken down earlier that night by his mother when his friend called needing a ride home. He jumped in the car and headed out to pick up his acquaintance from the fast food restaurant. He didn’t mind his Afro too much because he knew his girl would braid it the next afternoon. His passenger...
It had been way too long since I had some nice hot come in my faggot mouth and I was determined to get some yesterday.Headed out to the Happy Time Book store. I have sucked dozens of cocks at this place and been fucked in my tight asshole so many times I lost track. When I got there, the parking lot had about six cars. Not bad for a midweek afternoon. I went in, handed the clerk a 20 and got a 5 dollar script.After checking out the videos on the wall entrance I headed to the booths to check...
Sylvester threw his leather jacket across the living room. "Damn it!" Jackie looked up from her book. "What's wrong, bunkie?" Sly sat down heavily on the couch next to his roommate and sighed. "Some of the ass in this town is so fucking far back in the closet that they'd taste like mothballs, even if I could get them out of there." Jackie put her book down. Her gay friend blew up like this pretty much every weekend, after attempting to trawl for some man-love and coming up...
The girls bathroom was someplace I usually avoided when I didn't need to be in there. Some girls were in there all the time, which I didn't really understand. It was just a bathroom. Three of those girls were in there when I walked in: Theresa Lyons, Wendy Eversman, and Angie Wong. They were all eighth graders, same as me, and I had to push between them to get to the sinks. "What happened to you?" Angie asked, wrinkling her nose a little. She didn't have much of a nose anyway though....
Little Steve, the 7th grader who wanted to be my boyfriend, was trying to coax me into a little wrestling match. But I knew what he really wanted. Steve wanted me to force him dow, onto his back like a girl so I could pretend to fuck him. We'd done that before and I'd liked it a lot, we both had, but I was all weirded out after having sex with his dad and dinner right afterwards with his whole family. I wanted sex, yeah, but not with Steve. My butt was full of semen, plugged up with toilet...
"What happened to you?" Steve asked me and he wasn't mad or anything. He was smiling at me. "What?" I was smiling too, like I'd never stop, and I just felt really warm all over. I was still thinking about Ben and Jared. Steve and Lisa were lying on the big bed and the television was on, but turned down so low it could barely be heard. They were dressed, kinda; Steve was wearing his boxers and Lisa wearing a short nightgown, blue like her eyes and kinda sexy. They hadn't been having...
Anyway, as the k**s went off to college, the wife and I continued to drift further apart. Our sex life was non-existent and I thought it was because my wife had decided sex just wasn't on her agenda. I found out the hard way that my assumption was wrong one day when I came home from work early.I entered the house through the garage and grabbed a beer from the fridge. I heard what sounded like a porn playing in the family room and wondered if one of the k**s had found my secret stash of DVDs....
I get a lot of questions from men that I meet. Not all of them want to have sex with me; some just are curious about what I'm all about.A lot of people who know me know that I am an extremely feminized male who became a Queen when I went to prison due to alcohol related offenses. I always say that I became a woman in prison - and that is true. But I guess it would be more accurate to say that it took prison to bring the woman that has always been inside of me out. Had I not gone to prison I...
My girlfriend Kelly had been unhappy for months. No matter what we tried, I couldn't satisfy her. Despite my physical size-6' 3", 210 lbs and muscular frame, my cock (if you can call it that) only gets to about 5-1/2 inches hard and doesn't stay hard for long without a great effort from my partner. We did find that I could stay hard longer and she gets more aroused when she insults my manhood during sex, often saying she wished she had a real man while fucking me. I felt sorry for her but,...
The neighbors Jack and Jill came over and introduced themselves and helped carry boxes in the house, that I just bought and am moving in to. Both where Blond and Nordic looking, he is tall broad and handsome she was vary beautiful and shapely every thing about her was perfect. She looked so sweet and innocent you would never think she could do any thing naughty or wrong in any part of her life. What I found out about them before they left was they had no kids, he worked three months on...
Introduction: What the fuck is this New Guy In The Neighborhood The neighbors Jack and Jill came over and introduced themselves and helped carry boxes in the house, that I just bought and am moving in to. Both where Blond and Nordic looking, he is tall broad and handsome she was vary beautiful and shapely every thing about her was perfect. She looked so sweet and innocent you would never think she could do any thing naughty or wrong in any part of her life. What I found out about them before...
I stepped out on the roof of the building. Bianca had sent me to get Professor James. I wondered if he would mind being called PJ. "Hey, Professor!" I called out. He stood at the edge of the roof facing the street. I preferred the river view since zombies couldn't walk on water. "We're ready to go." "So Bianca settled on you being her errand boy," he said smiling. I walked to his side to get a look down at the street. Not a lot of zombies. Too bad! "Much better than Stephen and...
I live about forty miles from the East Coast prep school my sixteen-year-old nephew attends, and the school’s winter break coincided with our family reunion. I was happy to offer him a ride, thus saving him a long bus journey.My nephew Chad is a handsome, cheery lad. He has blond hair which he keeps cut short, a slender build and stands about five-eight. He has a girlfriend who is the same age and very pretty. When we are together, he’s always asking advice about how to get in her panties, and...
IncestAre you gay?For the record, I’m not. If I was, I’m not sure that I would admit it, but I like to think I would.Who knows?The point is, I’m not, but I get accused of being gay all the time.Most of it is either just jealousy from weak-minded guys, or wishful thinking from gay dudes, but it does come up.The funniest example so far is this email I got the other day.What’s really funny to me is when guys say that they KNOW I’m gay.Now, I’ve met some gay dudes that were in the closet, and I actually...
“Where are you going,” asked Cynthia Ford.Her husband of twenty years, Mike, yelled, “Out!”“It’s 10:30. Why are you going out?”“Cause I need to get some ass.”“What,” she cried out.“Yeah! You don’t be giving up the pussy and I got a hot li’l faggot that’s ready.”“Fuck you,” she screamed.“Whatever, bitch!”The six-foot-two-inch, two-hundred-ten-pound, caramel-skinned dude walked out of the house.His wife went to the fridge and extracted a bottle of gin. She opened it up and drank it straight. She...
I was desperate and horny, and with my best friend Todd deciding to take the "straight road," I didn't see much hope of getting laid in the near future. Oh don't get me wrong, I'm not dancing far outside of the closet myself. I haven't gotten around to having one of those wrenching "Hi mom, I'm gay" moments yet, and I'm not sure I will, but I am gay.Todd's gay too if he'd just lighten up about it, but he's always been more conservative, with his short dark hair and his fast track career. He...