My Dad was gay. But my mom didn't find out until I was two years old. So she divorced him. He had better lawyers and they were actually very good lawyers and my mom lost her parental rights altogether. I have no memory of her at all though I heard from a friend of a friend that she is alive but living in another country. Consequently I also have never met my maternal grandparents and have no idea if I have any aunts, uncles or cousins on that side of my family.

Dad was secretly in a relationship with a man about ten years older than him. When Dad divorced mom his boyfriend moved in with us and lived with us throughout my childhood.

Then Dad got AIDs. He had cheated on his boyfriend who was a doctor and got HIV and that turned into AIDs not long afterwards. That was not long after our state made same sex marriage legal. So Dad's boyfriend proposed to him and Dad accepted. But he got sicker and sicker. Finally he died. I think were there 300 men and three women at Dad's funeral. He was very popular in some circles but generally he avoided women including his own mother, sister and aunt whom I met at his funeral for the first time. They gushed over me to the extent that morning permitted but then went home and I never saw them again.

Since Dad and his boyfriend never got married, technically his boyfriend could not just adopt me but for the time being he continued living with me and took care of me. I was 12 by then. I liked the old guy well enough but I wouldn't say I was attracted to him. But having a gay Dad who had a boyfriend who lived with me and was a parental figure in my life resulted in my feeling it was OK to have a romantic relationship with a male, even an older male. My dad was 36 and his boyfriend was 46 when Dad died. Dad did OK financially but he put everything he had into the house and never bothered with life insurance. His boyfriend who had a successful medical practice never put a cent into the house and made five times as much as my Dad so he had a few million in the bank.

As it turns out, shortly before my dad died he and his boyfriend discussed my future. They consulted an attorney and found out that shortly after my dad was to die it would only be a few weeks that some agency would come and get me and send me to his poor relatives who he didn't think would take me in. So they hatched a plan where they would not get married like they planned because even if they did it would be months before I could be adopted by his boyfriend. So the plan they hatched was that his boyfriend would marry me instead. And as it turns out that in that state, there is no lower age of consent or at least wasn't at the time so as long as the parent or legal guardian consented and a judge signed off the child could marry the adult in question. My Dad worked in law enforcement and knew of a crooked gay judge who a fellow cop had some dirt on and so a month after Dad died, at the tender age of twelve, I married his 46 year old former boyfriend.

Chuck took on a honeymoon right afterwards. He asked me if I could go on a honeymoon anywhere in the world where would I go. Not being terribly happy about being married to a man nearly four times my age six years before I expected to graduate from high school I decided to milk it for all I could. I told him I'd like a month in Disney World, a month in Hawaii and a month in Paris. I hadn't any interest in Paris but threw that in because I heard it was THE place to go on a honeymoon, at least from a friend of mine whose parents bragged a lot about going there on their honeymoon.

He told me he could not be away from his practice for three whole months but could swing six weeks. So he had his partners cover for him and took me first to Disney World where he booked a honeymoon suite. Since as a 12 year old boy with long blond hair down to my waist I look a bit girly, he had little trouble convincing the people at the bridal store to fit me for a wedding gown, shoes and other accessories. I didn't wear those things at our ceremony. I wore a suit with my hair up in an updo which I was embarrassed to be seen in. But at our honeymoon suite he insisted I dress up as a bride for my deflowering. It took me the better part of two hours to figure everything out. Lingerie is complicated, especially all the lace a bride wears but I got if figured out. I'd practiced with butt plugs for a couple of weeks before the wedding so it wouldn't hurt too bad. I hadn't practiced enough. It hurt badly but not so bad I couldn't go on rides in the Magic Kingdom. It was kind of fun though to be dressed up as a bride with my hair up in a bun and a veil and tiara and all the girly stuff that went with it. I hadn't up to that point thought of myself as gay or even straight. I was 12 and I did kind of like girls and when I jerked off I mostly thought of girls but I also confess that I daydreamed about watching my dad have gay sex with his boyfriend and I watched as much gay porn as straight porn when I jerked off so I figured I was probably bi.

Chuck got on top of my and just plunged that monster up my ass hard and fast. He said it was less painful to rip a bandaid off fast. He was wrong. It still hurt like hell but he then spend two hours licking my wounds and that went a long way to sooth the pain. I was read for the roughest ride the next day and then he laid off fucking my ass for the rest of the Disney World leg of our honey moon. For the rest of those two weeks I satisfied him by sucking him off and he turned out to be a really good cock sucker too and he went out of his way for r*ping my ass with his monster cock by licking my ass for about two hours every night from then on and about three years afterwards. Let me tell you, a good ass licking goes a long way towards inspiring forgiveness. In fact I'd do it all over again changing nothing as long as he licked my ass like that all the time.

During the day I called him Daddy and we did everything you can do at Disney World. I'd never been and even if we weren't married I'd have sucked him off a thousand times if that was the tiny price I had to pay for two weeks at Disney World. Half the time I was dressed as a girl walking around the park with him and the other half of the time I was dressed as a boy with my pony tail pulled back tightly. The funny thing is we registered as Dr. and Mrs. Chuck M*********d and nobody batted an eye. On the last day we both went around the park in drag. I passed easily as his daughter but he still looked like an old grey haired man in drag. I think it might have helped if he'd shaved. I was surprised nobody at the park said anything to him. If only they knew that he was my husband and was fucking my mouth at night. Well, at night and in the morning and in the men's room and every chance we got.

After Disney World we flew home, regrouped and a few days later flew first class to Hawaii. First class is definitely better than coach if you can afford it. While at 12 I didn't really need the extra leg room, Chuck is a big guy and would have had no place to put his legs. The size of the space isn't the only thing that is better. They treat you better. You get way better food. Sometimes in coach you don't get anything at all to eat, maybe a can of soda. But in First class it was prime rib with all the fixin's and when Chuck told the flight attendant that we were on our honeymoon they gave us champagne. OK I was in drag on the flight but I was pretty sure while I definitely looked like a girl I didn't look at all like one over the age of 21. I didn't complain though. The champagne was fun to drink, kind of like soda but both cold and warm at the same time. Chuck said that was the alcohol. I got a little tipsy and then Chuck and I joined the mile high club in the rest room. To this day I am perplexed how the airline employees had no idea Chuck was fucking a 12 year old boy in the toilet and that they had served champagne to that same 12 year old boy. Still I was glad we got away with it.

Hawaii was amazing. We had a very private bungalow in a secluded part of a beach front nudist resort. The bungalow was their equivalent of a honeymoon suite and again we registered as Dr. and Mrs. Chuck M*********d and nobody batted an eye. They had a tanning bed and as a joke I put on a thong bikini and got a slight tan and then finished up with a spray tan to get really obvious tan lines and then took it off and went around the next two weeks wearing nothing but tan lines and pig tails and everyone called me Mrs M*********d without the slightest notice of the fact that I had no boobs and a child's penis between my legs. One might think one might notice such things. Again I didn't mind. but it had me curious how many times resort employees ignore suspicious activities in the quest for a buck. Anyways I wanted to collect seashells and got a few but it wasn't as good for that as Florida though i did get a couple of nice cowries which Hawaii is famous for. I hope the god of volcanoes isn't too pissed off at me because I took some lava rocks home with me. Not supposed to but nobody searched my bags so I got away with it. We had a party at at night where they served a fresh roasted pig and left the head on and a 15 year old Hawaiian girl taught me to dance with a grass skirt on. She said I was a very pretty girl completely ignoring my little hard-on.

I think Chuck fucked me in the ass about a dozen times in Hawaii and I was really starting to enjoy that about the fifth time. I just had to stretch and loosen up a bit so I could take it all.

We flew home again after Hawaii and he checked out his practice for a couple of days then we flew onto Paris. Again I strongly urge you to fly first class if you can. I felt bad for all the people who were groaning in pain being cramped in coach. But not sorry enough to switch places with any of them. I was really happy to be in first class. Chuck and I renewed our membership in the mile high club somewhere over the Atlantic. We landed in Paris many many hours later.

It turns out that Paris is a pretty cool place to be. I loved the Louvre much more than I thought I would. We visited the Eiffel Tower but couldn't go up and that was the only disappointing part of our visit there. We visited Notre Dame Cathedral and a number of other old places that I was surprised to find I liked a lot. Parts of it reminded me of Hogwart's. We visited the glass pyramid at the Louvre but didn't see anyone named Mary buried there. Chuck said there was no mystery and that she was buried all over France but I didn't get his joke. Then on the first day of our second week he took me to an underground club he'd been told about and every couple there was composed of an adult and a child. Men were with either a little boy or a little girl and women were also with either a little girl or a little boy. They had a nude dance contest for kids and we all got up there. Since I didn't expect to be naked in public in Paris I had re done my tan lines on the last day in Hawaii just for fun and now naked in front of about 40 adults, about 30 men and 20 women I had my hair in pig tails and tan lines and wore pumps and strutted up and down the stage with the other contestants and was relieved to see I was not the only little boy with pig tails and tan line. They decided I was best suited for competing as a girl and I won third place which got me a little yellow ribbon and a sash but no trophy and crown.

The rest of Paris was nice and Chuck had me go in drag the entire second week and on the last night we went to a club with a drag review and I was not the only one under 18 there. One thing about Paris that is very different than the U.S. and that is that age is not as much an issue as it is here. First they will serve you alcohol anywhere and not ask for ID even if you are ten and look 5. In the U.S. they card you if you look under 40. Second, unlike in the U.S. adult entertainment venues often, not always, but often let you in even if your only 12. It was fun watching the sexy drag review and even more fun watching the orgy on stage. I got to walk right up to the edge of the stage and reach out and feel up anyone on stage I wanted to and there was this teenage boy in drag who was getting it up the ass by a huge black man with an even huger cock and I just had to hold that cock just once. he smiled at me as I pulled his cock out of the boy's ass just to play with it for a moment and then I shoved it back in as the boy moaned in pain, or maybe pleasure, hard to tell.

Just when I thought the honeymoon was over Chuck had a surprise for me. He had booked us tickets to visit Rome and London as well. Not for two weeks each but a few days, enough to have some more fun. First we went to Rome. That was a trip. He thought it would be fun to dress up in drag and then visit the Vatican. Chuck has a sick sense of humor. We both went as nuns. Any time someone approached us and tried to talk to us we gibbered in a fake language and pretended not to understand what they said which didn't really take that much acting since we really didn't know what they were saying. Then he got the idea for a fun practical joke. He took us to the ladies rest room in the Vatican, yes they have those there, and he took me to a stall and fucked me hard up the ass then sucked me off, with the stall door open so we would deliberately get caught. Well someone called the Vatican police but when we showed them our passports and visas they realized that we were married they didn't know what to make of us. Believe it or not they weren't interested in going after Chuck for fucking me, a 12 year old boy up the ass in the Vatican ladies rest room. They were investigating him for impersonating a nun. It seems that at the time the age of consent in Vatican City was 12! He could fuck me all he wanted to within the Vatican City limits, as long as he was discreet. in fact the Vatican police told us that a number of bishops who lived within the walls of Vatican City had little boy friends. He told us it had been that way for centuries. But after about half an hour of investigating they discovered that our "nuns" costumes did not actually correspond with any known nun "habit" and so we were free to go but he warned us not to fuck in the ladies room again since doing so is an offense for which we could be fined the equivalent of $20 U.S. We spent the rest of our visit to Vatican City remaining in our "nuns" costumes, my wearing blood red lipstick which is a dead giveaway that I'm not a real nun. Periodically we'd give the crowd an eyeful by making out and holding hands but nobody got too bent out of shape.

London was fun but we decided not to go in drag there. They seemed like they might be less forgiving. We saw the British museum, the crown jewels at the tower of London and we went on a tour of Buckingham palace and watched the changing of the guard. I didn't know you could go on a tour of the palace. It is the most beautiful building I have ever been in.

Finally we flew home also first class. We were both in drag for the return flight. They didn't have much of a sense of humor at Kennedy. But after strip searching both of us which I giggled through. They let us continue on to our flight to our home state.

Chuck and I are still married. He still fucks me daily and I still enjoy choking on his massive cock. I'm thinking about getting castrated. thoughts?