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I was always bicurious. When I was 18, I started dressing like a sissy in thongs, miniskirts, and all the lingerie my sisters wore with their boyfriends. I think my problem is being too androgynous. I even went out at night to walk on the same street where trans prostitutes hung out, and they always mistook me for one of them. I loved the looks, especially from older, depraved men who had a taste for guys like me. I used to go to erotic cinemas or sex shop booths, arriving dressed as a twink that men desired, dressing up in dark places, and going out in heels, stockings, and tight dresses. Of course, I never went beyond just touching, because penetration was still out of the question. It seemed difficult because of the pain and my inexperience. It was on a Halloween night, after drinking, my friends suggested I get some candy ❄️💊. I'd heard it was super easy to find a seller on Grindr, so that's how I went down the rabbit hole, if you know what I mean 🐇... It was then that I first felt like someone new was being born inside me. So many guys, so many possibilities, so many dicks, so many filthy perversions I was about to experience, which gave me a reason to become a drug-addicted whore... When I finally managed to contact someone without a photo and only a checkmark symbol, my stupid, drunk, and inexperienced brain thought, "Why not?" He just looks like someone who sells... How wrong I was about my future parents I answered and they said you were looking for a guy. I said a little fun to buy. They told me the amount and when it would arrive, nothing out of the ordinary. I paid and left, but I was about to realize they were just playing with me. Now I understand, with the experience of a slut I have, I know they were just looking for someone who wanted to get lost and they could use as their new toy. I ate the sweets with my school friends. It was my first time and obviously there was no limit or quantity to start with. Curiously, I imagine they knew how stupid kids like me are. After 40 minutes, a message arrived with a picture of two dicks, one black and one brown, so delicious that I got nervous. My legs trembled as if I had chills. I was so nervous that someone would notice and know my faggot secret. I thought, damn, they look delicious. I replied, "Aaaah, hmmm. Sorry, did you make a mistake?" Or why were the photos meant to make me look straight? How stupid of me, obviously they knew I'm a bottom, I thought. 🙄 Hey, dude, would you like us to pick you up from your party? There's a motel around the corner. You can bring the little bags you bought us. ❄️ Miss Tina was calling me like a damn demon. I answered yes, but I only give blowjobs. They responded with emojis 🤣🤣🤣. "Don't worry, I guess you're in prep," they said. I didn't know what that was, I just said I don't like them hahaha (boy, was I right). "We'll just play, you make the rules," they insisted mockingly. Being young, inexperienced, and not admitting your role in life makes you the perfect toy. 🍒😝 On the way there, they told me the motel we were going to didn't accept three people, so I had to hide in the trunk. I had a bad feeling, but the rush of experiencing something like this for the first time wasn't going to pass me by. 👿 We arrived, and the first thing they told me was not to make too much noise and to follow their instructions. They gave me a suitcase and told me to go to the bathroom to change.. I opened the damn pigs' boxes and they brought me jockstraps, harnesses, a miniskirt, and various dildos, along with a water bottle. For dads and teachers of boys like me, that symbol G means... I got dressed, took a deep breath, and decided to be who I truly am. To this day, I think it's very likely that while I was changing, my future parents hid cameras and recorded what they'll turn me into. 🐇💊❄️☣️ The first thing they did was make me kneel, put Miss Tina on the pipe, and say, "You look so handsome, baby." I blew on it and felt like a demon possessed me. I put their cocks in my mouth with that rancid taste and the strong smell of sweat from a man who masturbated and probably didn't shower. They told me, "Drink plenty of water, boy. Sometimes this is a long time and you're going to need to hydrate..." 💦💦 Part 2 I took a sip from the bottle, that chemical taste, I thought, must be the pipe I'm smoking from. I felt warm, I looked in the mirror, I felt so piggish. I was shaking my ass to turn on my parents who were saying, "You look very young, I hope you're not underage or the same age, okay?" I thought, "How shameless!" But damn, their cynicism while they said it with those devilish smiles and their extra-hard dicks with a metal ring holding them, and ESPECIALLY THAT TATTOO ☣️ which I still didn't know the meaning of but found hot. They made me feel like, "Here, you're the stupid one, shut up and keep going 🔥..." I was getting more and more dizzy, I could barely speak properly, when finally my first time happened... the best feeling of my gay existence. "Dude, get on all fours like in that straight porn that was on the hotel screen," they told me. "See that blonde girl? Think about her, be her... imitate her." I was watching TV and thinking, "Damn, yeah." I got on all fours with my ass up, my waist arched, wearing jockstraps and a miniskirt. I heard my parents say, "Let's put on a condom," when what they were really doing was putting some Coca-Cola powder and Vaseline on one of their dicks. CONDOM YES OF COURSE HUMM here you go baby ❄️ The black daddy grabbed my face and told me how beautiful and young I was, that he liked them exactly like me 🐇 here, take a deep smoke and blow those clouds on daddy's cock ☁️☁️ While the other guy was penetrating me so hard, grabbing my hips and making my little cock swing, to this day I still feel every inch of him inside me. Every time I take a shower, every time I walk and wiggle my round ass, I think of you, daddy. I know you're there waiting for me. After 10 glorious minutes, between each instruction to drink water, blow, suck, and wiggle my ass while their cocks were inside me, I felt sleepy. I lifted my ass higher in my jockstraps and put my head on the pillow. What happened next was a simple Hey kid, wake up, get dressed, we have to go. I nodded. OK... what's up? Wait, you're already dressed. They had a different way of acting, harsher, more aggressive, 😡 demanding that I get dressed quickly and calling me stupid. I guess it's a psychological tactic they use to play with our minds, creating a state of trauma that we fall in love with, which WORKED 🖤♥️💚. I got into the car; they were very serious and staring at me in the rearview mirror the whole time. I told them, "You can drop me off here; I just have to walk home." They looked at me to say goodbye one last time... they touched my cheek and said, "What a fun kid you are. We know that from now on you'll know how to have even more fun. Oh, and by the way, you're welcome. Happy birthday!" Birthdays, what are they talking about? I thought, how weird. When I started walking home, my legs were wobbly and my ass was dripping. I thought, damn, what happened? Was it the lube, the Vaseline? This is the lesson I want to teach when you're feeling down 🚀 What you worry about most is what you forget most easily. I forgot that I used to only suck and use condoms. I discovered what it's like to be free, how beautiful it is to feel flesh on flesh, the sweat, the smell 🐷🐽, which means what real men mean, where the strongest dominate the weakest.