My 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 - sort of teased it up - and when I looked in her vanity mirror, I almost ejaculated. Because what I saw looking back at me was not a scrawny 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 yoke of her high heels, stepped into them, and walked to the full length mirror in the hallway. When I saw myself in the full length - a cleaning woman with a intemperate on - then I did cum. I was immediately ashamed, and could n't pass over the red lipstick off my sassing fast enough.

That was the first clock time I stepped over the railway line. But definitely not the close. I had always been hypersexual ; I used to get a hard on thinking about this one girl in my stratum. I imagined her bare and I was chasing her and whipping her. I should notice that I was not like nearly of the guys of my age, in that I was very much a yield sissy. I loathed any sort of athletic sports, for example, and I was afraid of my match because I had no real strong-arm force, was uncoordinated, and could not contend. I was brightly enough, however, to understand that being a Milquetoast in the earth in which I found myself, was completely insufferable. I had a real sentiency of ignominy and superfluity. So I went to great distance to bull it ; I did n't play with lady friend, for example, and I avoided situations that would put myself in the spotlight.

Being a weakling, I learned to be a upright manipulator. I managed to make it through my youth by keeping a low visibility. So when I began masturbating several times a day, I figured I was normal enough. After all, I was extremely attracted by the peck of the naked charwoman in the sex magazines that I used as a visual aid, so I assumed that I must be normal.

I had heard about queers. Everybody I knew hated queers. The last affair anyone in my forget me drug wanted was to be thought of as a fag ! There were queers in San Francisco, some of whom dressed and behaved like women. I was told that the queers had stripe and nine where they hung out. These were revolting people to the masses I knew.. So when I found myself in social movement of that wax length mirror, wearing my mother 's highschool blackguard, panties and lipstick, I was revolted with myself.

It was around that time that my first cousin and I were taking a shortcut through the woodwind instrument. As we rounded a crimp in the itinerary we came upon a guy of around our own age, sitting on a large Boulder, completely naked. We walked on in stunned muteness until we heard him address out : `` Do you want a blowjob ? ''

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

A few days later I went back to the boulder by myself, hoping to bump the houri - not to beat up him - but to join him. To do what, I did n't know. Perhaps just to run around naked with him, feeling the ardent outflow breeze on our beautiful young consistence, or maybe to sit bare and provocative adjacent to him, both of us soliciting actual men as they passed by. I went back respective metre, 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 versatile girls of my familiarity, naked with me. In reality these like missy left me tongue tied and red from embarrassment. Many hombre of my age had matured to where they had begun to look and act like actual men. I was small and tightly fitting and had no consistency whisker to verbalize of other than a few sparse, very blonde hairs on my pubic bone. When I entered the Navy at the age of 18, I still could have easily passed as much unseasoned.

I had sex with another someone for the first off clip when I was 18. I was in the navy 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 daylight after arriving at the groundwork, I went walking through the sweltering hot urban center late at night. I did n't know then that what I was doing was called `` cruising '', a homosexual term for looking for sex.

It was a very hot night and I was wearing a tankful top and some really unretentive skimpie shortcut, and my blackamoor navy issue dress brake shoe with black sock that really accentuated my hairless, skinny, feminine looking white ramification ! After about an hour I spotted a car that I had seen earlier. God - I was so screwing HORNY ! I kept putting my hand in my pouch and pressing down on my erection.

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

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

'' Come on, get in '', he said, reaching over and opening the door. I was really nervous - 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 ringlet push and I heard my doorway ignition 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 nothing. His hand began feeling my bare peg and I could feel myself getting hard. `` Ju got ta silky peg, puto '', he said. `` Like a woman ! '' I blushed, embarrassed. I did n't know what `` puto '' meant.

'' Thank you '', I said, still staring directly 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 exterior concrete steps that descended to a basement threshold. We went halfway down the stairs, until we were out of sight. It was a hot night, shadow and very private. He stripped off his wifebeater and pulled off his jeans and undershorts, until he was naked in just his socks and work kick. He was really muscley, big weapon system with dozens of big, heavily 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 shoe. As soon as I was naked he took me and pulled me conclude to his organic structure, leaning down and kissing me deeply, his big manus were cupping my tooshie. He was really hot. He began kissing my mouth, face, ears and neck, calling me, `` juera, puto, '' and `` linda. '' He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down on my knees. `` Chupar mi pollo, marica ! '' He choked, gripping his hard cock. `` suck me. '' I had my get-go kiss, and now I was about to kick in my first blowjob.

I had seen video before of womanhood sucking men off. I bent my head and took the head of his dick into my mouth and began sucking him off. He was moaning and ran his thick fingers through my mop of heavyset blonde hair, entwining my fuzz in his fingers to assure the social movement 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 steps, his chest heave. I remained crouched between his legs, resting my cheek against his second joint. I looked up at him. `` Didja like it ? '' I asked him, savoring the unfamiliar gustatory sensation of seed in my mouthpiece.

'' Oh that was so good, `` juera '', he said. `` Where you learn to suck cock like that ? '' I blushed and put my point down. I felt so ... right field, my cheek on his thigh, inhaling the olfaction of his bare flesh.

We had a butt and then put our clothes back on. The Latin American - he told me his gens was Abel - repulse me to the bus station. It was 1 a.m. The last bus going to the alkali 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 future time, Blondie '', he whispered. I looked at him. I was so naïve.

'' shtup me ? But where ? I do n't hold a pussy ? ''

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

I rode back to the base of operations, my principal reeling from what had just happened. Now I was having second intellection. I began to feel really angry - with myself - and with Niels Henrik Abel. I began to transfer my anger to him, blaming him for what had happened at the school, as if he had reped me. After a few Clarence Day I made Friend with some of my chap Panama and tried to put what happened with Abel behind me.

I was furious with myself on the bus ride back to base - and for several days afterward. Furious that I had let myself slip and acted like - like - I dont jazz ! Like some faggot ? 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 guess what ? Two weeks later, I was laying in my rot with a firmly on. it was a really hot, sweltering afternoon, and I began feeling crazy horny ! I teased up my hair and put on my short-shorts and melanize dress shoes with black socks rolled down around my ankles, and a skimpy black muscle shirt - which I had no business wearing as I had cipher resembling a heftiness on my trunk ! I looked in the mirror. God, I looked like a total fagot ! A complete sissy ! But my mind was sex crazed by that spot and I just did n't give a fuck ! It was 3 pm on Friday, and I did n't experience to be back on duty until Mon. I ran to the bus catch and caught the first bus to town.

On the ride to downtown all I could conceive about was getting some hard pecker ! It was still early when I got to Town. I went straight from the bus post to a really unclean plane section of the city. I spotted an old hotel and went to the desk and got a room. The clerk was an senior bald headed mexican guy. He kept looking at me and licking his back talk. I pulled out a coral pinko lipstick and applied some to my pouty lips, acting really sexy and putting on a appearance 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 recognise that he wanted me. He gave me the key and I went to my room. It was a pretty gracious 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 find Abel - or some other rocky man - it made no conflict to me. I went out, wearing goose egg but the bottom stripping denim cutoffs - no shirt, no shoes - just the abruptly short circuit ! I felt so SEXY - and LIBERATED !

I had been thinking about Abel a lot lately. By the clip I hit the street it was 7 pm. It was still light out, but the shadows were growing longer. I walked on a primary drag, every so often cutting down the side streets and coming back out on the main puff again. I knew I looked sexy and white trashy, barefoot with but my flyspeck short-shorts and the pinko 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 pickup ! It was Abel ! My affectionateness was pounding. I pretended not to see him, but I began walking a little more aphrodisiac, wiggling my hips a little more, behaving a lot more feminine ! He pulled up next to me and I turned. I gave him a footling smiling, but continued walking. This sentence it was dissimilar. This prison term 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 require to act over 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 shoulder joint, giving him a sexy look.

'' What ? '' I said.

. `` Keven, come on, baby, '' he said. Just get in the motortruck 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 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 bobby pin 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 pee-pee him off and - well - who knows what he would do ?

He drove off and I folded my sleeve and sulked. He reached over and gaunt my jaws in his hand, so tight that it hurt. `` Do n't pout, Juera, he said harshly. `` What the piece of ass is the topic with you, Keven ? ''

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

`` It 's just that ... well I 've been lookin for you all night ! `` Jose pulled over and pulled me snug and kissed me deeply. Oh GOD ! Now I just KNEW I was in making love ! `` 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 salesclerk 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 elbow room I let my shorts fall to the undercoat and stood there naked.. Abel had stripped off too, and was standing in the dimly lit room, his crap like consistence, muscley and sweaty. I came up to him and ran my fruity niggling hands all over his gorgeous body, and then I licked and kissed his caramel thorax. 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 side, kissing and making out. Abel 's cock was rock surd. So was my trivial pecker. As we made sexual love, I kept squeezing my man 's severely penis, choking it down near the base. I got down between his big meaty wooden leg and began sucking his cock and clod. He raised his peg, exposing his very hairy anus. `` Kiss it, puto, '' he said. My face was correct next to his ass muddle. I sniffed it and began to eat him out ! He groaned in joy as I hungrily nibbled and tongued out his rectum. Suddenly he lowered his legs and pulled me to him.

'' What is it, dear ? '' 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 tabular array. `` Here - filth up my pecker, bitch. '' I did like he said. Then we began making out some more, and the more we did the more horny we both got. Abel got on top of me and was passionately kissing on my ear and neck and breast. I began sobbing. `` What 's amiss ? '' he whispered.

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

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

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

'' You are about to be, '' he said, raising my ramification up over his unspecific berm. I could feel the callousness of his raw heart and soul poking near my rectum. I got scared.

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

'' Gon na smart GOOD, babe, '' he growled, his rough emery paper jaw nuzzling my soft cervix.

'' Sweetie, I do n't think I 'm ready yet - I do n't cerebrate we shou -- '' My Book were choked of by a searing infliction in my anus as the big mushroom head of his inflexible 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 pass out the pain was so bad, and then it began to subside as the school principal 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 cleaning woman !'I thought.

Niels Abel began fucking me with long, slow diagonal. I began moving my hips in time with his beat. He was kissin all over me and I was babbling all sorts of filth - every vulgar, filthy intimate thought spewed from my sassing, like diarreah. I could finger his unattackable arms around me so blind drunk I thought he would crack my jest at - and I did n't afford a fuck ! THIS is what I had been born to be - char - a whore !

Now we were two naked human beingness, together as one, the headboard of our mating bed was pounding against the wall and I was whining and yelling in virgin intimate JOY, my tight fitting white legs wrapped around my Mister 's bull like neck opening. Finally, Abel 's entire dead body tensed and he shouted out in joy as he emptied his load deep into my sand. 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 Abel dropped me off at the bus station on Monday dayspring, 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 week, but eventually I got over him. I hated myself for being rickety - for being a pansy - and I swore that, from now on I was going completely straight !