Bruce and I were settled in his house when he said “I haven’t had sex for over a decade waiting for that bitch”, I replied “It’s over now yo... can look for someone else” he smiled and sort of agreed. He was 61 years old in a good job, well paid, but like a lot of older people he was bored and lonely. “Where am I going to find someone?” he said “Try the internet” I replied. As we talked further and drank quite a lot of beer he moaned on about his non-existent sex life and eventually he stood up. "Come on boys," I sighed, mimicking my mother's call to my two elder brothers, "Come get your juicy pies!"They came rushing in, just as they would when Mom would call and stood watching as Dad's big rod fucked his youngest son, making his tight ass like Mom's pussy. They looked fascinated by how girly I had become and, it flattered me to see, eager to taste the salty, slimy jizz my dad was giving me.He gasped and groaned and, in a moment, I could feel my newly girlified ass filling up with. She, in turn, explained why we could never be together again. She placed our child for adoption because she knew I would be relentless in my pursuit of them. She feared what that might mean for our daughter if her defenses weakened, if only for a moment. To get back together now, after the sacrifices she had to make, would be to admit she was wrong. That would mean her sacrifice was in vain. We cried together for our lost child. We cried for the loss of innocence. I comforted her, saying it was. I was a cock snob. It was an aesthetic appreciation for beauty and power and as particular as my love for women’s bottoms. To begin with I had little interest in men as such although I did like to see skinny twink types enjoying each others smooth bodies. I naturally assumed I would never be in a situation to explore a beautiful young mans body in that way. So instead I chatted to men who, at least in their profiles, claimed to be hung. Men who might let a novice kneel down and suck their cock.