The story of how I became a fag

I AM A FAGGOT? …a closet faggot, but a to-the-bone wannabe cock lover can’t get it out of my mind. Above all I have been in my life thus far, this has been the constant. Started with strong puberty desires for cock and one real incident but the want and need has never left me and now, because someone online on has pulled it out of me, I am admitting it.. I AM A FAGGOT>,

Ok, I will first tell this story of my first cock encounter…

I was probably 13 when I rode my bike to the mall I knew well. I went for some reason that I don’t recall and is insignificant to the story. I went in the bathroom through the double grey doors down the long hallway past the security and janitor offices. It was a remote bathroom few knew about but avoided the usual crowd at the food court bathroom. I went in the middle stall of three and did my business and while getting some toilet paper, I noticed a hole in the wall. After wiping, I peeked through and was shocked by what I saw… a man jerking off.

OMG!!!, I had never seen that. At the time, I was stealing my mother’s romance novels to read the sex parts and jerking off my little cock. I once stole a playboy from the pharmacy and jerked off endlessly to this beautiful girls but I never saw anything in person to that point in my life.

I remember being in awe of how big his cock was and thinking that I would have such a member when I grew up. (I think it’s pretty big you can be the judge of that 🔞Life Selector🔥 Interactive porn game, start playing now!🕹