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Gay Confessions
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Gay Male / 55
We grew up in a small summer town on the outer banks. My family had been there for a long, long time and my Uncle ran a seaside motel, a pizza parlor and a photography studio. My mother was a school teacher and helped out with the motel and the pizza parlor. It was a quiet life and we grew up unaware of any bad things in the world.
I was 17 and I helped out at the pizza parlor during the summers, sometimes at the motel at the front desk and my mother worked the front desk during the summers. At the pizza parlor my Uncle hired this guy "Bob" in his thirties to be the full time manager and he and I got along pretty well. We got to know each other and from time to time we would get into talks. Things were slow that afternoon and he asked me if I knew that my Uncle played hide the weenie. Stupid me, I had no idea what he was talking about. He had to explain.
My Uncle was the girl, his friend Tom was the boy, Tom hid his weenie in my Uncles ass. I was shocked, incensed, pissed, whatever you want to call it and Bob told me that he hadn't spent eight years in the Navy for nothing, he knew who fucked who. He repeated that my Uncle was the girl and he grabbed me and put me up against the counter pushing his hips into my ass and asked me if I wanted to be a girl. "Life's tough kid, sometimes you do the fucking and sometimes you get fucked, looks like you need to get fucked". He unzipped his pants and took out his ugly cock and said that there was a Chicago Snake and he was going to slip it right up my ass.
There was nowhere to go and he pulled me into the small office and pulled my pants down laughing at my limp dick and he pushed me down on the small desk and using some kind of lube stuck his finger in my ass and then he stuck his Chicago Snake all the way up my ass. With me stuck to him he asked "now who's the girl?" And so at the age of 17 I got my first fucking, my first exposure to being the girl, my first time with a cock, my first time holding on to a cock while it spat its junk at me, my first time trying to swallow a Chicago Snake. Was I the girl? I was for him.
He taught me to watch my Uncle and see where he went and that he never saw a woman and that he hung out with Tom. "You got to look with your eyes boy, who has the dick and who has the ass, that's what you got to ask yourself". Little by little I started to pick up on things. My Uncle was blind as to what was going on between me and Bob and he liked Bob and Bob stayed around all summer. When he left he said I should get a tattoo, it would make my life easier, have the tattoo say Sissy Girl.
I joined the Navy out of high school which surprised my mother and my Uncle, they always thought I would go into the Coast Guard. But the Navy was the place for me and I ended up as a painter on a ship at sea. I worked every day painting, same color, top to bottom, back to front, get up and paint, go to bed thinking about what I had to paint the next day. I saw lots of cock, lots of naked guys, but it took two years before I found the sailor who wanted to play hide the weenie with me. I waited a long time.
After the Navy I went to Electrician's school and went to work for Tom. Yup, Tom was the boy and my Uncle was the girl. Since I was a girl too I got invited to go offshore with them and be friendly with one of Tom's customers. My Uncle wasn't shocked at all, he said he always knew. His comments to me were "you like it don't you, you like that fat guy fucking your ass". Yes I did. He wasn't fat to me. He was like Bob, hard and strong and he knew how to make it feel good. It just felt good to have his cock up my ass looking out the porthole while the ocean went by. I played hide the weenie with him whenever I got the chance.
The seaside motel has been sold to a developer, the pizza parlor is long gone, the photo studio is no longer needed. My Uncle lives on his Social Security and his savings and my mother still works as a tutor and I moved onto the mainland. During the summers I go down to see my mother and Uncle and we always end up talking about how nice it was me growing up there. One day I will inherit the house my mother has and I guess whatever is left of my Uncle's savings, but until then I will continue to work and play hide the weenie with a nice young gentleman I know. I like that, being the girl as Bob used to say.
I was 17 and I helped out at the pizza parlor during the summers, sometimes at the motel at the front desk and my mother worked the front desk during the summers. At the pizza parlor my Uncle hired this guy "Bob" in his thirties to be the full time manager and he and I got along pretty well. We got to know each other and from time to time we would get into talks. Things were slow that afternoon and he asked me if I knew that my Uncle played hide the weenie. Stupid me, I had no idea what he was talking about. He had to explain.
My Uncle was the girl, his friend Tom was the boy, Tom hid his weenie in my Uncles ass. I was shocked, incensed, pissed, whatever you want to call it and Bob told me that he hadn't spent eight years in the Navy for nothing, he knew who fucked who. He repeated that my Uncle was the girl and he grabbed me and put me up against the counter pushing his hips into my ass and asked me if I wanted to be a girl. "Life's tough kid, sometimes you do the fucking and sometimes you get fucked, looks like you need to get fucked". He unzipped his pants and took out his ugly cock and said that there was a Chicago Snake and he was going to slip it right up my ass.
There was nowhere to go and he pulled me into the small office and pulled my pants down laughing at my limp dick and he pushed me down on the small desk and using some kind of lube stuck his finger in my ass and then he stuck his Chicago Snake all the way up my ass. With me stuck to him he asked "now who's the girl?" And so at the age of 17 I got my first fucking, my first exposure to being the girl, my first time with a cock, my first time holding on to a cock while it spat its junk at me, my first time trying to swallow a Chicago Snake. Was I the girl? I was for him.
He taught me to watch my Uncle and see where he went and that he never saw a woman and that he hung out with Tom. "You got to look with your eyes boy, who has the dick and who has the ass, that's what you got to ask yourself". Little by little I started to pick up on things. My Uncle was blind as to what was going on between me and Bob and he liked Bob and Bob stayed around all summer. When he left he said I should get a tattoo, it would make my life easier, have the tattoo say Sissy Girl.
I joined the Navy out of high school which surprised my mother and my Uncle, they always thought I would go into the Coast Guard. But the Navy was the place for me and I ended up as a painter on a ship at sea. I worked every day painting, same color, top to bottom, back to front, get up and paint, go to bed thinking about what I had to paint the next day. I saw lots of cock, lots of naked guys, but it took two years before I found the sailor who wanted to play hide the weenie with me. I waited a long time.
After the Navy I went to Electrician's school and went to work for Tom. Yup, Tom was the boy and my Uncle was the girl. Since I was a girl too I got invited to go offshore with them and be friendly with one of Tom's customers. My Uncle wasn't shocked at all, he said he always knew. His comments to me were "you like it don't you, you like that fat guy fucking your ass". Yes I did. He wasn't fat to me. He was like Bob, hard and strong and he knew how to make it feel good. It just felt good to have his cock up my ass looking out the porthole while the ocean went by. I played hide the weenie with him whenever I got the chance.
The seaside motel has been sold to a developer, the pizza parlor is long gone, the photo studio is no longer needed. My Uncle lives on his Social Security and his savings and my mother still works as a tutor and I moved onto the mainland. During the summers I go down to see my mother and Uncle and we always end up talking about how nice it was me growing up there. One day I will inherit the house my mother has and I guess whatever is left of my Uncle's savings, but until then I will continue to work and play hide the weenie with a nice young gentleman I know. I like that, being the girl as Bob used to say.
