In the last seven days, I’ve been fucked and bred by 25 men. More than two dozen guys have bent me over, slid their cocks inside me, and pounded my brains out.
Grindr hook-ups at home, random guys in London sex clubs, sadistic doms who know only how to hate-fuck – they’ve all been inside me this week.
Those of you who know me by now will not find this surprising. Nor will it shock you to learn all that use and abuse just makes me want more. My body burns with the heat of desire for men and their cocks all day long.
I’ve been negatively judged for my insatiable sexual appetite all my life. It’s something that came naturally to me from a young age. Even as an early teenager, I put my face down and my faggot ass up for any man I could. Willingly, and often.
Like many gay men, I kept it hidden from view a lot of the time. It was something sordid and unbecoming, which I was afraid of people finding out. Being open about having a strong sexual outlook was not something to be proud of.
I looked for like-minded people and confined my true self to them only. I had a normal job. A normal life. Whatever the fuck ‘normal’ means.
I longed for a life where I could be the sex-driven faggot I truly am. The natural-born submissive who wanted to give in fully to his adoration and worship of real men and their cocks. But society won’t allow it. I have to climb a career ladder and live in a nice house. Be the kind of gay man that straight people are comfortable with. It’s impossible to be a full-time faggot.
How wrong I was.
I learned the hard way that mainstream society will never understand my nature and my desires. One day a group of homophobic work colleagues ‘outed’ me as a gay man who liked sex. They catfished my nudes out of me on Grindr and shared them with their friends. They said I was mentally ill. Disgusting.
It’s a horror scenario which plagues many gay men’s minds as we navigate our double lives. And it was happening to me. I realised it was a sink or swim moment. It could make me, or it could break me.
I refused to deny my true nature. Purposely, I rearranged my life to no longer be shy about what I was. I stopped hiding and decided I would never again allow someone to make me feel bad about my thirst for sex and servitude.
And here I am today, the property of Treasure Island Media founder Paul Morris. The studio slave. A faggot fuck hole for every man out there, and proudly and openly so.
Earlier this week, someone claimed my sex life was ‘concerning’ and an ‘addiction’ that was incompatible with having a normal life. On that last point, they’re right. If having a ‘normal life’ means being ashamed of my submissive nature and sexual appetite, then I don’t want one.
And saying I’m addicted to cock? Well, that’s like saying I’m addicted to oxygen.
I m an older bttm that was always too scared to show my slut hoe side
When I was a top it was never satisfying
As a hole life cums together but as older I a, overlooked
sometime i can do without oxygen for a long time
Very good writing about so. called “normal life” and what bullshit it is.
I m too submissive faggot who want to give my ass and mouth for real men and their cocks. I truely love licking assholes of men. I love specially to submit group of guys. Very dominant guys. I love to be wellknown homo slut locally and on net search engines. I m what I am. I don’t want to be a normal !
I admire you Tommy having rejected a conventional lifestyle to purse your sexual appetite. So many guys out there wish they’d had the guts to do it years ago, including myself.