Blue's Diary

And here it is again, summer, sunshine, girls in miniskirts and short shorts. I so want to meet one of these girls, have sex, start a relationship again. But I have to go to him again. Now he is my man, and I am his boy for fucking. To put on those blue short gymnastic briefs in front of him and dance a striptease for him, and then give him my ass and mouth so he can fuck me with his small, thick cock, just like him. And he's almost 60, while I'm only 27... But he fucks like a young man and doesn't seem to plan on stopping. And I had just bought my military ID, and all roads seemed to open up before me. I

was going to marry my girlfriend, travel the world with her... Why did I agree to go with this Viktor and help him then?! At his home, he managed to tie me up, even though I have a strong build and am not weak, but he threw his whole fat carcass on me and still overpowered my resistance. After tying me up, he bent me over the bed, pulled down my shorts and underwear, and, gagging my mouth, spent a long time first stretching my rear, then fucking me for about another hour. And, of course, his pre-prepared wonder-camera was filming us. Damn faggot... Then he said that if I told anyone anything, he would publish that video on the internet. And now I am his whore and have to come to him myself. To my pleas that I have a beloved girlfriend and that I plan to marry her, he replied that a whore doesn't need a girl, let alone a wife, and threw me out the door. I realized that if I told even a little, my shame would know no bounds.

By that time, my ass was already fucked out like a common whore's... I could already give a professional blowjob. In short, the boy-whore, as Viktor called me, was successfully and solemnly realized in me. Once, I did somehow meet a girl, but nothing worked out in bed because my cock stubbornly refused to get hard and lay there like the ultimate traitor. But when Viktor once again drove his thick little boy into my ass or stroked my thighs and buttocks, my cock would immediately jump up, as if making clear who I am now. Gradually, the realization came to me that I had simply become gay... a fag... a queer... it doesn't really matter anymore.

Viktor also brought his friends over, and they happily fucked me two at a time — one in the ass, the other in the mouth. They called me a boy-gay, and I was starting to like it. And now, when in summer I walk down the street or ride on public transport and see beautiful girls and women and want to meet them, I understand that nothing will come of it and nothing can be returned. Now I am a boy-whore for men, and I even like it!