My name is Keven Bardot and, yes, I am a pantywaist ! When I was a teenager I put on my mom 's panties and some of her lipstick when she was out. I had longish blonde hair and I ruffled it up - kind of teased it up - and when I looked in her dresser mirror, I almost ejaculated. Because what I saw looking back at me was not a skinny excuse for a male. What I saw was an extremely sexy looking girlie-girl - and it was me ! I went to mom 's closet and picked out a pair of her senior high heels, stepped into them, and walked to the broad length mirror in the hall. When I saw myself in the full length - a woman with a hard on - then I did cum. I was immediately ashamed, and could n't wipe the red lipstick off my lip fast enough.

That was the kickoff metre I stepped over the line. But definitely not the last. I had always been hypersexual ; I used to get a hard on thinking about this one miss in my category. I imagined her nude and I was chasing her and whipping her. I should note that I was not like to the highest degree of the guys of my age, in that I was very much a born sissy. I loathed any sort of acrobatic sports, for exemplar, and I was afraid of my peers because I had no real physical strength, was uncoordinated, and could not fight. I was bright enough, however, to understand that being a sissy in the domain in which I found myself, was completely unsufferable. I had a substantial sense of disgrace and embarrassment. So I went to cracking distance to fake it ; I did n't play with missy, for illustration, and I avoided place that would put myself in the spotlight.

Being a weakling, I learned to be a in force manipulator. I managed to take a shit it through my young by keeping a low visibility. So when I began masturbating respective clip a day, I figured I was normal enough. After all, I was extremely attracted by the plenty of the defenseless fair sex in the sex magazines that I used as a optical aid, so I assumed that I must be formula.

I had heard about queer. Everybody I knew despised poof. The lastly thing anyone in my circle wanted was to be thought of as a poof ! There were poof in San Francisco, some of whom raiment and behaved like women. I was told that the poof had bars and clubs where they hung out. These were revolting people to the people I knew.. So when I found myself in front of that entire duration mirror, wearing my mother 's high heels, panties and lipstick, I was revolted with myself.

It was around that time that my full cousin and I were taking a crosscut through the woods. As we rounded a twist in the way of life we came upon a guy of around our own age, sitting on a turgid boulder, completely naked. We walked on in stupefy silence until we heard him call out : `` Do you need a blowjob ? ''

I was enraged. This was an affront to my masculinity. I told my cousin that we should go back and cave in this nymph a whacking. We ran back to the boulder but the nymph had disappeared. My cousin and I resumed our journeying, speaking in quality of outrage as to what we would do if we ever saw that `` faggot '' again.

A few days later I went back to the bowlder by myself, hoping to find the nymph - not to beat him - but to join him. To do what, I did n't know. Perhaps just to frolic naked with him, feeling the warm bounce gentle wind on our beautiful youthful consistency, or maybe to sit defenseless and provocative next to him, both of us soliciting real men as they passed by. I went back several times, hoping to see him, but I never saw him again.

My relationship with the opposite sex had always been strained. Now that I was full of sexual desire, I imagined various girls of my conversancy, naked with me. In reality these same missy left me tongue tied and red from embarrassment. Many guys of my age had matured to where they had begun to look and act like real men. I was small and tight fitting and had no body haircloth to speak of other than a few sparse, very blonde hairs on my pubis. When I entered the navy at the age of 18, I still could bear easily passed as practically untried.

I had sex with another someone for the maiden prison term when I was 18. I was in the navy and stationed in California. I still had absolutely no confidence around female child, but I was always horny. I do n't know why I did it, but a few days after arriving at the base, I went walking through the swelter hot urban center late at night. I did n't know then that what I was doing was called `` cruising '', a homosexual condition for looking for sex.

It was a very hot night and I was wearing a tank top and some really short skimpie crosscut, and my black navy egress dress shoes with black air-sleeve that really accentuated my hairless, skinny, womanly looking Andrew D. White ramification ! After about an hour I spotted a car that I had seen earlier. God - I was so fucking HORNY ! I kept putting my script in my sack and pressing down on my erection.

I knew that the driver was hawking me. I knew that what I was doing was called `` cruising '', and I knew, oh so well, that was what what queers do - and I did n't deal. I was so hornlike I just did n't wish ! The car came by again and this time pulled over. The number one wood had his window down. My heart was pounding and I was really nervous. Now I knew that this time I was the nymph, out for seduction. The device driver leaned over. `` You need a rhytidectomy ? '' he asked. He was Latino, about 40, with a shaved heading and a goatee.

I walked over to the passenger window. `` I do n't know '', I said. `` I 'm just hangin'out. ``

'' cum on, get in '', he said, reaching over and opening the door. I was really flighty - scared - but something inside me told me I had to. I got in the car and closed the door. He drove off immediately, giving me these intense looks. He pressed the ignition lock button and I heard my door ringlet. Now I could n't get out even if I wanted to ! I stared straight ahead. Then he put his hand on my bare leg. I stiffened, but said aught. His hand began feeling my bare legs and I could feel myself getting hard. `` Ju got ta silky ramification, puto '', he said. `` Like a woman ! '' I blushed, embarrassed. I did n't know what `` puto '' meant.

'' Thank you '', I said, still staring true ahead. He pulled over near a school.

'' Let 's go for a walk '', he said. We walked to the building and he led me to some outside concrete stair that descended to a basement door. We went halfway down the stairs, until we were out of sight. It was a hot night, dark and very private. He stripped off his wifebeater and pulled off his jeans and undershorts, until he was naked in just his socks and employment the boot. He was really muscley, big arms with oodles of big, grueling muscles, shave head, goatee, and had a lot of tattoos on his arms and torso. He was so - fuckin - CUTE !

I quickly stripped to just my dress shoes. As soon as I was naked he took me and pulled me close to his body, leaning down and kissing me deeply, his big custody were cupping my buttocks. He was really hot. He began kissing my lips, font, ears and neck, calling me, `` juera, puto, '' and `` linda. '' He put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me down on my stifle. `` Chupar mi pollo, marica ! '' He choked, gripping his unvoiced cock. `` Suck me. '' I had my offset kiss, and now I was about to give my first of all blowjob.

I had seen television before of charwoman sucking men off. I bent my top dog and took the oral sex of his prick into my mouth and began sucking him off. He was moaning and ran his stocky finger through my mop of thick blonde hair, entwining my haircloth in his digit to master the movements of my bobbing skull. I ran my hands all over his big hairy peg. Suddenly he tensed and I felt my throat being flooded with warm seed. I swallowed it and he relaxed back on the steps, his chest heaving. I remained crouched between his legs, resting my fount against his thigh. I looked up at him. `` Didja like it ? '' I asked him, savoring the unfamiliar taste of cum in my mouth.

'' Oh that was so safe, `` juera '', he said. `` Where you learn to suck cock like that ? '' I blushed and put my head down. I felt so ... right, my boldness on his thigh, inhaling the flavor of his bare flesh.

We had a cigarette and then put our clothes back on. The Latin American - he told me his figure was Abel - get me to the bus station. It was 1 a.m. The last bus going to the bag left a 1:15. Niels Abel sat with me as I waited. He told me that he wanted to see me again. `` I want to make love you succeeding time, Blondie '', he whispered. I looked at him. I was so naïve.

'' Fuck me ? But where ? I do n't bear a kitty ? ''

'' I fuck you from behind - that is your chocha - your pussy. ''

I rode back to the infrastructure, my school principal reeling from what had just happened. Now I was having second cerebration. I began to feel really angry - with myself - and with Abel. I began to channelize my anger to him, blaming him for what had happened at the school, as if he had reped me. After a few days I made friends with some of my fellow navy man and tried to put what happened with Abel behind me.

I was furious with myself on the bus depend on back to base - and for various days afterward. infuriated that I had let myself steal and acted like - like - I dont know ! Like some faggot ? I swore that it would never happen again, and I hated Niels Abel for what he had done to me. I felt like killing him.

But guess what ? Two weeks later, I was laying in my hokum with a operose on. it was a really hot, sweltering good afternoon, and I began feeling crazy horny ! I teased up my pilus and put on my short-shorts and bootleg dress shoes with calamitous wind sock rolled down around my articulatio talocruralis, and a skimpy black muscle shirt - which I had no patronage wearing as I had nothing resembling a muscle on my body ! I looked in the mirror. God, I looked like a sum faggot ! A complete pansy ! But my mind was sex crazed by that point and I just did n't give a fuck ! It was 3 pm on Fri, and I did n't have to be back on duty until Monday. I ran to the bus stop and caught the inaugural bus to Ithiel Town.

On the ride to downtown all I could think about was getting some severe pecker ! It was still early on when I got to Ithiel Town. I went straight from the bus post to a really dirty section of the urban center. I spotted an old hotel and went to the desk and got a room. The salesclerk was an sure-enough bald headed mexican guy. He kept looking at me and licking his sassing. I pulled out a coral pink lipstick and applied some to my pouty lips, acting really sexy and putting on a show for him. I mean, I was n't gon na jazz him or anything - he was old and ugly - but it turned me on to get laid that he wanted me. He gave me the key and I went to my way. It was a pretty nice way for a dump. There were no windowpane, but I did n't handle about that anyway. And there was air conditioning ! I decided to go out and cruise, hoping to find Niels Henrik Abel - or some former rough man - it made no difference to me. I went out, wearing zippo but the stooge baring blue jean cutoffs - no shirt, no horseshoe - just the light shortstop ! I felt so SEXY - and LIBERATED !

I had been thinking about Abel a lot lately. By the metre I hit the street it was 7 pm. It was still light out, but the shadows were growing longer. I walked on a main drag, every so often cutting down the side of meat streets and coming back out on the main drag again. I knew I looked aphrodisiacal and ovalbumin trashy, barefoot with only my tiny short-shorts and the pink lipstick ! I wore the pink lipstick because it was noticable but not too obvious. Because looking the way I was looking, the attention I was gon na get was either from some horny guys, OR - from gay bashers !

Then I spotted his tone arm ! It was Niels Abel ! My affectionateness was pounding. I pretended not to see him, but I began walking a little more sexier, wiggling my articulatio coxae a little more, behaving a lot More feminine ! He pulled up next to me and I turned. I gave him a short smile, but continued walking. This time it was dissimilar. This time I was feeling much more surefooted, and I knew how much he wanted me. I wanted him just as badly but I did n't desire to act over eagre. I wanted him to go after me a little.

'' Keven, I wan na talk to you ! '' he said.I kept walking, but looked over my articulatio humeri, giving him a sexy look.

'' What ? '' I said.

. `` Keven, come on, baby, '' he said. Just get in the truck so we can mouth - ok ? '' I smiled but kept walking, making sure to put some wiggle in my ass. Suddenly he accelerated and pulled up in front of me, blocking my way. He jumped out of the car and ran up on me, taking my arm firmly in his big helping hand. I tried to pull away but his clutch was like atomic number 26. He bitch walked me back to the motortruck and put me inside. I knew better than to try and run - it would just really water him off and - well - who knows what he would do ?

He drove off and I folded my sleeve and sulked. He reached over and pinched my jaws in his hired man, so squiffy that it hurt. `` Do n't pout, Juera, he said harshly. `` What the fuck is the matter with you, Keven ? ''

I shook my head. `` Nothin''' I answered.

`` It 's just that ... well I 've been lookin for you all night ! `` Jose pulled over and pulled me close and kissed me deeply. Oh GOD ! Now I just KNEW I was in lovemaking ! `` Honey, I got a motel room, '' I blurted out. `` We can go there, if you want. I do n't have to be back until Monday. ''

When we got to the motel, I could n't help but see the desk shop clerk staring. I started talking loud and laughing, because I wanted him to see what a freehanded MAN I had. As soon as we got in the room I let my shorts fall to the ground and stood there naked.. Niels Henrik Abel had stripped off too, and was standing in the dimly lit room, his bull like physical structure, muscley and sweaty. I came up to him and ran my fruity short hands all over his gorgeous body, and then I licked and kissed his yellowish brown chest. His strong hands cupped my bare buttocks and we kissed. Then he picked me up and carried me completely naked to the bed.

We were lying side by English, kissing and making out. Abel 's cock was rock difficult. So was my little shaft. As we made love, I kept squeezing my man 's toilsome phallus, choking it down near the home. I got down between his big meaty branch and began sucking his cock and balls. He raised his legs, exposing his very hirsute anus. `` kiss it, puto, '' he said. My cheek was right next to his ass hole. I sniffed it and began to eat him out ! He groaned in pleasure as I hungrily nibbled and tongued out his rectum. Suddenly he lowered his legs and pulled me to him.

'' What is it, honey ? '' I asked him. `` Do n't you like it ? ''

'' I love it, marica, but I want to make out you now. '' He took a minuscule tub of vaseline from the bedside table. `` Here - filth up my cock, bitch. '' I did like he said. Then we began making out some More, and the more we did the more horny we both got. Niels Abel got on top of me and was passionately kissing on my ears and neck and nipple. I began sobbing. `` What 's wrong ? '' he whispered.

'' Oh, honey, '' I sobbed. `` Am I like a woman ? ''

'' You 're ALL fair sex, child, '' he told me.

'' No - but am I YOU 'RE woman ? '' I asked.

'' You are about to be, '' he said, raising my branch up over his extensive shoulders. I could finger the severity of his raw gist poking near my rectum. I got scared.

'' honey, is it gon na offend ? Please do n't bruise me, honey, '' I begged.

'' Gon na anguish GOOD, child, '' he growled, his rough emery paper jaw nuzzling my cushy neck.

'' Sweetie, I do n't think I 'm ready yet - I do n't opine we shou -- '' My language were choked of by a searing pain in my anus as the big mushroom question of his strict cock ripped into me. I screamed in pain and tried to get out from under him, but I was totally helpless - that 's how strong he was. I thought I was gon na sink out the bother was so bad, and then it began to subside as the head slid in deeper and deeper, until I felt his pubis bump up against mine. He was in, balls deep. My cherry had been popped ! 'This is what it feels like to be a woman !'I thought.

Niels Henrik Abel began fucking me with long, obtuse cerebrovascular accident. I began moving my hips in time with his cycle. He was kissin all over me and I was babbling all sorts of filth - every vulgar, smutty sexual persuasion spewed from my mouth, like diarreah. I could sense his stiff arms around me so plastered I thought he would crack my make fun - and I did n't give a fuck ! THIS is what I had been born to be - adult female - a lady of pleasure !

Now we were two raw human being organism, together as one, the headboard of our mating bed was pounding against the bulwark and I was whining and yelling in staring intimate JOY, my tightly fitting gabardine wooden leg wrapped around my Mister 's shit like neck. Finally, Abel 's entire physical structure tensed and he shouted out in pleasure as he emptied his load deep into my guts. Slowly he relaxed and soon lay over me.

We spent the residuum of the weekend in bed. It was like a honeymoon. I was SO in love ! When Abel dropped me off at the bus post on Monday good morning, we kissed and he promised to see me again next weekend. But I never saw him again. I know he was married, and that he 'd been in and out of prison, but that was it for us. I cried for calendar week, but eventually I got over him. I hated myself for being weak - for being a faggot - and I swore that, from now on I was going completely unbowed !