My Bisexual Childhood and the Traumatic but Liberating Experience of Being Sexually Exploited

A Bisexual Mans Journey of Self Discovery and Vulnerability in the Face of Trauma and Sexual Exploration

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My Bisexual Childhood and the Traumatic but Liberating Experience of Being Sexually Exploited I am a bisexual man, or transvestite. I love women, everything about them. I get really turned on by them and love fucking them. But I also get turned on by the thought of being a woman. I love dressing like a girl, acting like one, sucking dick, getting fucked. I'm not even turned on by men at all, but I get turned on by wearing women's clothes, sometimes even by looking at them. It makes me want to be a girl, and just please any guy, anywhere, just for men's pleasure, I don't even care if I enjoy it myself. I love feeling like a slut, a whore, like I'm a piece of ass for men's pleasure. I don't care what the man looks like, as long as he is older, has a dick, and it works. I love having men wanting to look at my ass, trying to grope me, and use me like a blow up doll. I will be writing some of my experiences and hope people out there enjoy it. It all started when I was in that 1st grade age, maybe a little younger. It might have been the summer between 1st and second, I'm not sure. My front neighbor was Caeser, a kid about a year younger than I. We would hang out and roam around with other kids in our neighborhood. Caeser took me to the house of an older kid named Alex. Alex was about 15 or 16. He was a poor kid, that seemed to always be alone, I never saw his parents around. He had this playhouse type deal, behind his actual house, that we would always hang out at. It was like a treehouse of sorts, except not in a tree. It had a really low ceiling, to where you had to bend down even as a kid to walk around, but it was pretty big. It had about 4 rooms, with like old mattresses in each one. Alex claimed he made it himself, which was really impressive for us. The walls were wooden with a wooden ceiling that leaked, and no actual doors and glass windows. He had a sister about our age, but we wouldn't see her around too much either, she was always roaming in the street, mostly by herself, sometimes with other girls. I remember one day we were hanging out and she showed up with another girl about our same age. Alex said that was his girlfriend. His sister sat down with us, eating some chips. …and then things took a turn

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