My public figure is Keven Bardot and, yes, I am a Sissy ! When I was a teen 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 chest mirror, I almost ejaculated. Because what I saw looking back at me was not a cheeseparing apology for a Male. What I saw was an extremely sexy looking girlie-girl - and it was me ! I went to mom 's W.C. and picked out a twain of her richly blackguard, stepped into them, and walked to the full length mirror in the hallway. When I saw myself in the fully length - a woman with a gruelling on - then I did cum. I was immediately ashamed, and could n't wipe the red lipstick off my oral cavity fast enough.

That was the commencement time I stepped over the line. But definitely not the last. I had always been hypersexual ; I used to get a intemperately on thinking about this one girl in my course. I imagined her naked and I was chasing her and whipping her. I should note that I was not like most of the Guy of my age, in that I was very much a born sissy. I loathed any sort of athletic play, for example, and I was afraid of my peers because I had no real physical military strength, was uncoordinated, and could not fight. I was bright enough, however, to understand that being a sissy in the world in which I found myself, was completely unacceptable. I had a actual sense of disgrace and embarrassment. So I went to great duration to fake it ; I did n't run with girls, for example, and I avoided situations that would put myself in the spotlight.

Being a doormat, I learned to be a good manipulator. I managed to make it through my juvenility by keeping a low profile. So when I began masturbating several times a day, I figured I was normal enough. After all, I was extremely attracted by the mess of the naked women in the sex magazines that I used as a visual aid, so I assumed that I must be pattern.

I had heard about pouf. Everybody I knew hated pansy. The in conclusion matter anyone in my circle wanted was to be thought of as a fagot ! There were poove in San Francisco, some of whom snip and behaved like women. I was told that the queers had barroom and clubs where they hung out. These were revolting people to the the great unwashed I knew.. So when I found myself in social movement of that wide length mirror, wearing my mother 's mellow heels, panties and lipstick, I was revolted with myself.

It was around that time that my cousin and I were taking a shortcut through the woods. As we rounded a crimp in the path we came upon a guy of around our own age, sitting on a large boulder, completely naked. We walked on in amazed secretiveness until we heard him yell out : `` Do you want a cock sucking ? ''

I was enraged. This was an insult to my maleness. I told my cousin that we should go back and gift this nymph a beating. We ran back to the Boulder but the houri had disappeared. My cousin and I resumed our journeying, speaking in tones of indignation as to what we would do if we ever saw that `` faggot '' again.

A few daytime later I went back to the Boulder by myself, hoping to find the houri - not to amaze him - but to join him. To do what, I did n't know. Perhaps just to frolic naked with him, feeling the warm springtime breezes on our beautiful Edward Young organic structure, or maybe to sit naked and provocative future to him, both of us soliciting real men as they passed by. I went back various times, hoping to see him, but I never saw him again.

My human relationship with the opposite sex had always been strained. Now that I was full moon of intimate desire, I imagined assorted daughter of my acquaintance, naked with me. In realism these Sami young woman left me tongue tied and red from embarrassment. Many bozo of my age had matured to where they had begun to front and act like actual men. I was small and weedy and had no soundbox tomentum to speak of other than a few sparse, very light-haired hairs on my pubis. When I entered the USN at the age of 18, I still could let easily passed as much younger.

I had sex with another person for the first fourth dimension when I was 18. I was in the dark blue and stationed in California. I still had absolutely no confidence around girls, but I was always horny. I do n't know why I did it, but a few sidereal day after arriving at the base, I went walking through the sweltering hot metropolis late at Night. I did n't get laid then that what I was doing was called `` cruising '', a homosexual term for looking for sex.

It was a very hot nighttime and I was wearing a tank top and some really short-change skimpie cutoffs, and my blackness Navy effect attire skid with lightlessness socks that really accentuated my hairless, skinny, feminine looking ashen stage ! After about an hour I spotted a car that I had seen earlier. God - I was so fucking HORNY ! I kept putting my hand in my pocket and pressing down on my erection.

I knew that the device 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 care. I was so horny I just did n't care ! The car came by again and this time pulled over. The number one wood had his window down. My warmness was pounding and I was really nervous. Now I knew that this time I was the houri, out for conquest. The device driver leaned over. `` You need a lift ? '' he asked. He was Latino, about 40, with a shaved capitulum and a goatee.

I walked over to the passenger windowpane. `` I do n't have sex '', I said. `` I 'm just hangin'out. ``

'' seed on, get in '', he said, reaching over and opening the door. I was really uneasy - scared - but something inside me told me I had to. I got in the car and closed the doorway. He drove off immediately, giving me these vivid face. He pressed the lock button and I heard my door lock. 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 zippo. His manus began feeling my bare legs and I could feel myself getting hard. `` Ju got ta silky legs, puto '', he said. `` Like a woman ! '' I blushed, embarrassed. I did n't know what `` puto '' meant.

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

'' Let 's go for a walk '', he said. We walked to the construction and he led me to some outside concrete stone's throw that descended to a basement door. We went halfway down the steps, 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 air-sleeve and work boots. He was really muscley, big weapons system with tons 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 place. As soon as I was naked he took me and pulled me conclude to his body, leaning down and kissing me deeply, his big hired hand were cupping my buttocks. He was really hot. He began kissing my brim, boldness, ears and cervix, calling me, `` juera, puto, '' and `` linda. '' He put his hands on my berm and pushed me down on my articulatio genus. `` Chupar mi pollo, marica ! '' He choked, gripping his arduous stopcock. `` suction me. '' I had my starting time kiss, and now I was about to give my beginning cock sucking.

I had seen picture before of women sucking men off. I bent my head and took the heading of his hawkshaw into my mouth and began sucking him off. He was moaning and ran his heavyset fingers through my mop of thick blonde hair, entwining my hair's-breadth in his fingers to ensure the movements of my bobbing skull. I ran my hands all over his big hairy legs. Suddenly he tensed and I felt my throat being flooded with warm semen. I swallowed it and he relaxed back on the whole tone, his chest heave. I remained crouched between his legs, resting my typeface against his thigh. I looked up at him. `` Didja like it ? '' I asked him, savoring the unfamiliar taste of seed in my mouth.

'' Oh that was so good, `` juera '', he said. `` Where you learn to suck hammer like that ? '' I blushed and put my mind down. I felt so ... right, my buttock on his thigh, inhaling the feel of his bare flesh.

We had a butt and then put our clothes back on. The Latino - he told me his figure was Niels Henrik Abel - force back me to the bus station. It was 1 a.m. The last bus going to the bag left a 1:15. Abel sat with me as I waited. He told me that he wanted to see me again. `` I want to fuck you adjacent fourth dimension, Blondie '', he whispered. I looked at him. I was so naïve.

'' Fuck me ? But where ? I do n't give birth a cunt ? ''

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

I rode back to the radix, my drumhead reeling from what had just happened. Now I was having second opinion. I began to feel really angry - with myself - and with Abel. I began to channelise my ire to him, blaming him for what had happened at the school day, as if he had reped me. After a few days I made admirer with some of my fellow sailors and tried to put what happened with Niels Abel behind me.

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

But venture what ? Two workweek later, I was laying in my bunk with a hard on. it was a really hot, sweltering afternoon, and I began feeling demented horny ! I teased up my hair's-breadth and put on my short-shorts and black apparel shoes with black-market socks rolled down around my ankles, and a lean Negroid muscle shirt - which I had no occupation wearing as I had cypher resembling a muscle on my torso ! I looked in the mirror. God, I looked like a totality fairy ! A complete milksop ! But my mind was sex crazed by that point and I just did n't pay a piece of ass ! 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 starting time bus to town.

On the ride to downtown all I could recollect about was getting some hard hammer ! It was still early when I got to town. I went straight from the bus station to a really unsportsmanlike section of the urban center. I spotted an old hotel and went to the desk and got a elbow room. The clerk was an older bald headed mexican guy. He kept looking at me and licking his lips. I pulled out a red coral garden pink lipstick and applied some to my pouty mouth, acting really sexy and putting on a show for him. I mean, I was n't gon na fuck him or anything - he was old and ugly - but it turned me on to know that he wanted me. He gave me the key and I went to my room. It was a somewhat nice room for a dump. There were no windows, but I did n't care about that anyway. And there was air conditioning ! I decided to go out and cruise, hoping to bump Abel - or some other rough man - it made no difference to me. I went out, wearing nothing but the laughingstock baring jeans cutoffs - no shirt, no shoes - just the curt short circuit ! I felt so SEXY - and LIBERATED !

I had been thinking about Abel a lot lately. By the time I hit the street it was 7 pm. It was still light out, but the shadows were growing longer. I walked on a main pull, every so often cutting down the slope streets and coming back out on the main puff again. I knew I looked aphrodisiac and white trashy, barefoot with but my lilliputian short-shorts and the pinko lipstick ! I wore the pink lip rouge 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 pickup ! It was Niels Henrik Abel ! My heart was pounding. I pretended not to see him, but I began walking a little more sexier, wiggling my pelvic arch a little more, behaving a lot more feminine ! He pulled up next to me and I turned. I gave him a little smile, but continued walking. This prison term it was different. This time I was feeling much more confident, and I knew how much he wanted me. I wanted him just as badly but I did n't want to act over tidal bore. I wanted him to chase me a little.

'' Keven, I wan na talk of the town 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 talk - ok ? '' I smiled but kept walking, making sure to put some wiggle in my ass. Suddenly he accelerated and pulled up in front line of me, blocking my path. He jumped out of the car and ran up on me, taking my arm firmly in his big hand. I tried to pull away but his grip was like iron. He bitch walked me back to the truck and put me inside. I knew better than to try and run - it would just really piss him off and - well - who knows what he would do ?

He drove off and I folded my weaponry and sulked. He reached over and pinched my jaws in his hand, so tight 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 love ! `` beloved, I got a motel room, '' I blurted out. `` We can go there, if you want. I do n't give birth to be back until Mon. ''

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 handsome MAN I had. As soon as we got in the room I let my shorts fall to the ground and stood there naked.. Abel had stripped off too, and was standing in the dimly lit elbow room, his copper like dead body, muscley and sweaty. I came up to him and ran my fruity little hands all over his gorgeous dead body, and then I licked and kissed his buff breast. His strong hands cupped my bare hind end and we kissed. Then he picked me up and carried me completely naked to the bed.

We were lying face by side, kissing and making out. Abel 's shaft was rock gruelling. So was my minuscule dick. As we made love, I kept squeezing my man 's severely penis, choking it down near the base. I got down between his big meaty stage and began sucking his cock and balls. He raised his legs, exposing his very hairy anus. `` candy kiss it, puto, '' he said. My face was right hand future to his ass hole. I sniffed it and began to eat him out ! He groaned in pleasance 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 fuck you now. '' He took a small tub of vaseline from the bedside table. `` Here - grease up my putz, squawk. '' I did like he said. Then we began making out some more than, 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 teat. I began sobbing. `` What 's awry ? '' he whispered.

'' Oh, dear, '' I sobbed. `` Am I like a charwoman ? ''

'' You 're ALL char, baby, '' he told me.

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

'' You are about to be, '' he said, raising my stage up over his across-the-board berm. I could feel the hardness of his raw meat poking near my rectum. I got scared.

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

'' Gon na hurt GOOD, babe, '' he growled, his rocky sandpaper jaw nuzzling my soft neck opening.

'' Sweetie, I do n't cerebrate I 'm prepare yet - I do n't think we shou -- '' My quarrel were choked of by a searing bother in my anus as the big mushroom heading of his rigid hammer ripped into me. I screamed in pain and tried to get out from under him, but I was totally helpless - that 's how hard he was. I thought I was gon na pass out the pain was so bad, and then it began to settle as the head slid in deeper and deeper, until I felt his pubis bump up against mine. He was in, balls deep. My cherry tree had been popped ! 'This is what it feels like to be a char !'I thought.

Abel began fucking me with long, slow strokes. I began moving my hips in time with his rhythm method. He was kissin all over me and I was babbling all sorts of filth - every vulgar, foul sexual opinion spewed from my rima oris, like diarreah. I could feel his firm arms around me so tight I thought he would crack my ribs - and I did n't give a fuck ! THIS is what I had been born to be - woman - a woman of the street !

Now we were two naked human existence, together as one, the headboard of our coupling bed was pounding against the wall and I was whining and yelling in pure sexual JOY, my skinny white legs wrapped around my mister 's bull like neck. Finally, Abel 's entire organic structure tensed and he shouted out in pleasure as he emptied his burden deep into my guts. Slowly he relaxed and soon lay over me.

We spent the rest of the weekend in bed. It was like a honeymoon. I was SO in love ! When Niels Abel dropped me off at the bus post on Monday morning, we kissed and he promised to see me again future 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 hebdomad, but eventually I got over him. I hated myself for being weak - for being a queer - and I swore that, from now on I was going completely full-strength !