Out of the blue the other day, my boyfriend asked me if I knew any fags. I told him I didnβt think so and that it really wasnβt something anybody walked around admitting. He said itβs not something you initially admit too. Itβs something you give in to because you canβt stand not being what you are. Eventually, he said, it just wears you down. He said he could see me struggling with it and wanted me to know he was ready to help whenever I was ready to stop pretending.
Shortly before this conversation, we were having sex and he told me he loved my little boy pussy. I started to melt, and he could see the change in me. I grabbed my dick, and he pushed my hand away and said, βIβll take care of that fag boy.β I writhed back-and-forth when he said that. He then slipped himself into my boy pussy, and I came while he was fucking me. Iβd never done that before. When we were down, we both collapsed. When we came to a while later, he smiled at me and said, βThat was interesting.β I knew it was just a matter of time before he put the pieces together of course, and he did. Long story short Iβve got a cage on my cock and heβs training me to be a good boy. Iβm a little nervous about all of it, but Iβm a fag. It feels too good to stop and Iβve got someone I can finally be myself with.
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