"Is this how I should be? Am I just a faggot whore? Lookat what I did last night - and how much I loved it. I love cocks -there I said it! See I am a ...ittle faggot slut!" My tears were nowfreely flowing."Dani, Dani," Sir John's warm masculine voice replied, "you are asissy, you always were a sissy, and I dare say that you are destined toremain a sissy. I want to realize that being a sissy is nothing to beashamed of. If you recall, your mother discussed this very issue whenwe had lunch together. That's right...I was still a virgin by 20 years old. By the end of junior year I had my first kiss. It sucked and I found the girl to be repulsive albeit not bad looking. Beggars can be choosers I guess.Everything changed my senior year. I came back to school only slightly overweight whereas I was very overweight my first few years of college. I got two tattoos over summer break and drastically improved my wardrobe. I just moved into our new fraternity house about a quarter mile from campus. As. ?Please guys, if we stop now and you just take me home I promise I won?t tell anyone anything about what happened today.? It was my feeble attempt to put off the inevitable. They laughed. I knew it wouldn?t work so here goes all. I reached behind my back, undid my bra and not slowly this time, I quickly removed my bra. I don?t know why I did, I wanted to stall for time, but proudly displayed my 34C?s to them sticking my chest forward.Here it starts, I thought. The guy in the front seat. Our flesh has never had the chance to dance or sing together, or to walk side by side through the halls of life , or feel the refreshing waters of the falling rain or the warming waters of a morning bath. Our hands have never felt the softness of the other’s skin, or the smoothness of the other’s back, that table and harbor of the Earth’s weight and anchor. No, my sleeping child and angel we have only been able to enjoy our desires and temptations silently and secretly, far removed from the.