Confession is good for the soul it is said. So here goes. I am a faggot, a submission sissy faggot. My wife dragged me out of the closet. She assured me that she wouldn’t tell anyone. She got me to confess to her what she suspected. “I KNEW YOU WERE A FAGGOT” she went on and on about it. “I knew it, I knew it, I knew it”. “MAN! I WAS RIGHT I WAS RIGHT” she exclaimed! Her face beamed! I told her everything. From the age of six years old to present, and the older boy who taught me about having a clit and a pussy on me as I stood naked in front of him. I was special. He taught me to suck cock, and to swallow everything. As he fondled me, he got hard again. I was told to get on my tummy on the floor. I got on the floor. He then got on me. I felt his cock on my “pussy.” He pushed it in. He fucked me. Couple of days later, I went back. I liked being naked for him. His friends were there. They all saw me naked too. I sucked all of his friends. And days later, I was fucked one day at a time by them. This is better then I thought she said grindingly. Do you take care of them my wife asked? Yes I said. Do you swallow? Mmm… I swallowed. Still? Yeah I said. With a big smile on her face she replied “GOOD” she replied!!! If you don’t, your not much fun for them. I found out that my wife told her mom and all of her sisters. Sisters told their husbands which told their brothers which told everyone that knew me. I was crushed. My wife laughed.