Just Read this 44 yr. Story: Let Me tell.mine. Gay Bay Slut 1967

Summer of Love 1967. Fillmore West, Avalon Ballroom, Lovr-In Golden gate park, Monterey pop festival. Joplin, Hendrix, The Dead, Creedence Clearwater and on it goes. Acid, grass, speed. Hippies and psychedelic sweethearts. And Nightmare Crash Pads! Spades from the Tenderloin, Hells Angels from Oakland. It was like Mark Twain once said, " The coldest winter I ever spent A summer in San Francisco." True! That's where my story begins.

I had just received, The BCD or The Big Chicken Dinner Or what is known as, Bad conduct discharge from the United States army. Fuck that Viet Nam bullshit! An unnecessary war, Started by Lyndon Johnson And Robert Strange McNamara. Based on lies total lies Feed the military industrial complex. 58,000 men died millions of others suffered for nothing. For you interested in history Check that out for yourselves. Drafted 18 years old, I was in Vietnam Before my 19th birthday. I told them, Go Fuck Yourselves. 123 days in the Stockade, I was back on the block, A civilian once again. √ this out, I met Charlie Manson @ Terminal island.

It was May 1967 when I first arrived in San Francisco. BART Bay area rapid transit did not yet exist. However, Haight Ashbury district was crawling with the new American subculture, i.e. hippies, drugs, rock 'roll free love and world class Venereal diseases. I hung out, trust fund baby pussy was plentiful, go fuck at noon in Golden Gate park as horse patrol police rode by yelling, " Knock that shit off, get a fucking room."
I was not into drugs. I was not into sleeping in strange places, freezing or crash pad floors crowded, littered with unwashed loaded bodies. This was its own nightmare.

Three months of this shit. I had no welcome mat waiting back home After my military conduct, All my money was just about gone. I had no place to go when.... A man in a fucking Bentley ask if I needed a ride? To where, I thought, but it beat walking to nowhere. He was about 40. He ask if I was hungry, indeed, I'd been eating soup kitchen style food, I was starved. He took me To a nice restaurant on Grant Avenue in Chinatown. I pigged out.

My knowledge of homosexuals, queers, fags was pretty limited. I knew how despised and how the were bad, perverts and to stay away from them. Back home, they were often "rolled" i.e., assaulted and robbed. I really had no ill will .

I was an affable young 19 year old former juvenile delinquent, spent time in Juvie, and military prison. I was a bad kid, I liked to fight, and once arrested for a gun, concealed weapins charge. I loved sex, screwed young hoes back home, hippie sluts of late. I had never had sex with a man, that was about to change. My new friend, soon to be benefactor and my first blow job, Lee. At first it was about survival. Get off streets, floors, maybe get a diet fit for humans.

Lee was not effeminate, lump wrist stereotype. I cannot tell you to this day how it was, he seduced me. I can't say before that night I ever had a homosexual urge whatsoever. I was in his Nob Hill mansion getting my cock sucked, it felt good, I would get accustomed to it and lots of sex with many men. I would be Lee's main chicken boy toy as well as a self-employed "trick" or male prostitute. I would eat, fuck, hang out with girls. I'd became or was I always bisexual? Is everyone, if confronted with the right circumstances? The perfect gay storm. I don't have the answer to that question and neither do you, Regardless of whatever straight denial you may be in, I don't think anybody knows until the day comes When you either do or don't Add a moment when the circumstances are right.

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At age 19 I would be learning the attitudes, the status symbols, show off your trophy boy that existed in 1968. As Lee who headed a financial based law firm, as his steady trophy chicken, I wanted for shit. Like being born rich, maybe better. I had found that men would pay to have sex with me. In for a penny, in for a pound. My homo cherry had been busted. I had the clothes, class and my street wisdom was getting better. I knew how to hustle, not be a cheap trick. Believe me, in those days queers would pay for a well built, hung handsome kid.

Now I could rely on Lee for a lot, but what if? No Lee, I needed to become good at youthful hooking, there is a short window and the lure to chicken hawks, partial pedophiles fades with age. By 24 you are an old hoe. I needed to learn to take it up the ass, I'd been getting request. Who better than a shemale? My sexual attraction for females was dominate. Finnocios the foremost drag bar in America, San Francisco Home of the beautiful drag queens, Crossdressers and shemales, when full c onversions were still rare. Yes, many were gorgeous in 1968. Taking it up the ass from a beautiful chick/w/ a dick painfully pleasurable. Now my anal rates increased. I had to get used to the taste of cum, some can be pretty bad, why not swallow?

I was a whore, Lee was also paying but in a spouse sort of manner. By the time I was 20 I was getting turned on, lusting after sex with certain "Johns" big cocks made me hot. Yes, in spite of The severe racism in those days, I loved black cock, so big, nasty, forbidden and taboo. I was good at role play, some "Johns" liked daddy son, while others, I would be a school boy walking home with my lunch box. I had M/F cuckold couples pick me up for a threesome or just fuck the wife. Prostitutes of either sex Get diversified request, part of running a profitable business. In 1970 I hustled over $90k and had no expenses being Lee's boy toy.

Now here is a question you should ask? How many times a day can you get up and off? Varies! I was so over sexed, near Insatiable, and the mere diversity of who and what to do during, my dick stayed active. Like all things and age factors the thrill wears down. And desires Change and fluctuate.

By 1973 I'd became a sissy slut, addicted to black cock and being dominated, I'd became a Sub-Slut for BBC. shit evolves or devolves when sex is a high percentage of your life. Like, The guy obsessed with his work He keeps taking it home, Well it may be hard to believe the same goes for sex.

By 1974 the jig was up. I got married to your basic slut. I wanted her to be a hotwife whore, I libed cleaning, which if you are so called Str8 eating any color man's cum, even from a cunt..boys That Is total latent homosexuality. Boys it doesn't matter where you eat male sperm from It's still male sperm. Shit can the denial! I know a thing to about this, shit.

So my life up until a few years ago 2013 I went through 5 wives, 4 of them were willing to fuck other men. I love to clean.
And when possible, I would have threesomes Fluff their lovers.

Nowadays Since Craigslist personals is gone, I get horny guys off Grindr And give them head, And when I'm in the mood And if they like old guys, I get fucked.

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