**Disclaimer**
This piece was inspired by one of my loyal readers and his deepest desires.
Please understand, "Fag" is used here not as a derogatory term. It is meant more as a role in this scenario. Please understand, no offense was meant in the writing of this story. Please Enjoy
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He made the decision. It was a new year. It was time to let go of the past. It was time to embrace the future. He would make this year his year. Starting January first, Rick would live his life as a gay man.
Well, not just any gay man. Rick had pretty much crossed the point of normal just gay man a long time ago. No, his desires ran a bit more depraved than just liking dick.
Rick had binged on gay porn for years. From that exposure, his desire for dick turned from just dick to wanting it to be a lot raunchier. He wanted to be dirtier. He wanted to be a fag.
What was the difference? To Rick, the difference was simple: a gay man is an equal in his relationship with his partner. A fag, well a fag, was to be humiliated and was the lowest degraded bottom Rick could imagine. Yes, to Rick, being a fag was both a turn on and humiliating.
Unfortunately for Rick, it wasn't that easy. See, his experiences with men were limited. He liked nude beaches, and he may have touched dicks with another guy at an event, but he never actually got to do anything more than that. He wanted to do more but, in the past was just too afraid.
Sure, while he was with women, pretending to be straight, he took it up the ass with a plastic dildo. He even sucked on a few straps-ons. Nothing was like the real thing though. The women told him that. He believed it.
So, this year, this year was Rick's year. This year Rick would challenge himself to be the faggiest fag of all who ever fagged. Yeah. That was what he was going to do. Now, how to start?
Munches! Rick had frequented his local munch tons of times. Sure, he could start there. That was the best place to start. It was a great safe place to start talking about his fag desires.
Rick took to the internet; the real start of his journey toward fag-ness. He pulled up the forum for his local munch. He started a new thread and stared at the blinking cursor. His heart pounded in time with the blinks.
Could he do this? Could he really come out as gay? Could he really admit to the internet, which was essentially the world, that he was not just gay but a bottom fag?
The question sent a chill down his spine. It was all he needed. He took a deep breath, and his fingers danced over the keyboard. He put it out into the world. He spelled it out.
"This is the first place I am admitting it. You can ask me at the munch so that I can admit it out loud, but here, here I am admitting that I am a fag." He wrote, and his cock twitched. "I have known this for a long time, but it's really hard to put into words how I feel. I am not just gay; I am a fag. I am a bottom which needs to be humiliated and dominated by a strong man." Rick gulped as the words flowed from his fingers. "I need a dominant man in my life to take me on my submissive fag journey." At full mast, his cock bobbed between his spread legs while he continued the post. "I know the right man won't be easy to find, but I had to put it out there. I am a fag. Thank you for reading."
Rick took hold of the root of his swollen member and stared at his words. The cursor blinked, taunting him. He took a deep breath, and his hand slid up toward the mushroomed end of his dick. He moaned as he spread his pre-cum over the head. He had to click the post button. He had to cement his fate.
Rick pinched at the bulbous end. He teased himself both physically and mentally as he stared at the post button. Could he do it? Could he really out himself to a bunch of strangers? Well, not all of them were strangers. He had made a few friends.
Rick's hand slid in his pre-cum as he pumped his five and a half inch erection. He curled his toes. His other hand hovered over the mouse. Which was awkward caused Rick was right-handed.
"Yes." He whispered to himself. He clicked post and vigorously pumped his cock. He gritted his teeth. It was out there. He was exposed. Sure, he had been the one to expose himself but damn, it was in the world now. He couldn't take it back.
"I'm a fag!" Rick announced as his balls tightened. "I'm a fag!" He repeated breathlessly as his cock spurted cum on his belly and chest. Some splattered on his desk, just shy of his keyboard.
It was a good three weeks before the munch actually met. Rick had to fill that time. He needed to keep himself in his fag headspace. How would he do that?
He plugged himself daily with a metal Njoy. He decided to increase the length of time he wore it. He scoured the internet for the highest rated dildo and vibrating plug. Those had to be a fag's best friend, right?
When the items arrived, Rick took to daily plugings with the Njoy during daylight hours, and before bed, he used the thick dildo on himself. He either mounted it and rode it, with it suction cupped to a chair, or he laid on his back with his legs in the air and really plowed into his hole.
As thrilling as it was, it wasn't like getting fucked by a man. Rick returned to the internet. Aside from a few comments of congratulations and support, there wasn't much there. He got an email from an ex-girlfriend who offered to let him ride her strap-on. The idea made him frown. He wanted the real thing.
Rick couldn't help but be disappointed. He was a fag. He wanted to do fag things. It was hard to do fag things without someone to guide him and teach him. All he had were porn videos, really good stories on the internet, and his own mind to drive him there.
