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'' A Pussyboy 's Story ''

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by tcs1963

When I was growing up, I was always into fille. I also loved to stroke my peter and ascertain a lot of heterosexual smut videos. This is back when porno was a good deal severely to come by and came on Vhs and Beta videotapes.

I remember as a teenager seeing my maiden all-guy gay porn clip. It was at the end of another videotape, as some sort of advertisement, I guess.

I remember being so turned on, watching those hombre together sucking and fucking, that my little cock almost ripped through my jeans.

But I was also feeling really confused and kind of guilty about enjoying it. I did n't know or even read my reactions, but the seeds of experiment had been sown, and they stuck with me as I grew older.

Afterward, when I watched straight straight porn, I realized that what I was fantasizing about, more often than not, was the adult female in the scene and what she was experiencing.

The distaff porn actresses looked so subservient, and beautiful. They also had the most powerful orgasm. Their experiences seemed far more intense than anything that the male smut actor experienced.

I was fascinated and very curious by how it would feel to be subservient and experience being taken.

This led to me experimenting with Male assplay, ( by putting affair in my ass, mainly zucchini and the same ) and imagining that I was being fucked and going through the same experiences as those ladies.

The Lapp affair with cumming on my facial expression. I would raise my ass against the bulwark and stroke my pecker as it pointed at my font. My own hot cum pouring all over my face when I came.

This led to a number of eld of mental confusion and meek Depression from not exactly fitting into established sexual roles. Those feelings lasted well into my recently 1920s.

I was a fairly good looking guy, while in school. Participating in a few team summercater, mostly football game and baseball. I guess you could say I was a moderately popular teenage boy with the moderately democratic teenage female child.

I know I was definitely attracted to the teenage girls, and nearly times I had the bulge in my pants to prove it. I had a few girlfriend relationships, even a yoke of girls who helped me be sexually active.

I really enjoyed sex with them, fumbling around in the backseat or hush-hush group meeting behind the bleacher. But I still could n't sway my desire to be more submissive, and I continued in private to play with my ass and cum on my face.

I was generally confused and did n't realize the whole bisexuality affair. I made myself very miserable trying to picture out if I was gay or not.

I continued to enjoy dating girlfriend and having straight experiences, and in my early twenties, I went a bit pussy crazy. Dating any young woman that would put out.

needle to say, I still could n't shake the completely gay thing. So I decided to actively seek out a guy on guy sexual experience. Which, once you got past the embarrassment, was pretty tardily back then.

I eventually lost my ass cherry red to a guy that I met at a bar one Nox when I was around 27-years-old. I remember lying on his sustenance room floor in missionary position, with his norm size prick pushing in and out of me.

Truth be known, It was OK but all in all, it was a fairly unsatisfactory experience. What I disliked most was that he was full-on gay and wanted more closeness, kissing and cuddling and that really did n't finger right to me.

With woman, I absolutely wanted to kiss and draw close, and be intimate in this way. I did n't desire any of that with this guy, I just wanted to get fucked, and live out my fantasy of what it was like to be more subservient.

That first experience taught me a lot. It taught me that I certainly did n't feel any emotional joining or attraction to men.

After that initial experiment for a brief period, I tried to hide out my tactile sensation about being slavish. I had met and was dating a really beautiful girl and we were having great sex, so I did n't imagine about my kinkier side of meat anymore.

After that kinship ended, it was what happened with my next girlfriend that made many of the firearm of my sexual scroll saw puzzle crepuscle into place. She truly found my true up self for us.

Lisa was a very pretty lady, she was a lawyer, who inherited her Father of the Church firm. She was a very reasoning and secure woman, she was also very Dominant and just had a natural air of authority. Like everything was naturally going to work out exactly as she planned in her life.

Everything was different about her to previous girlfriends that I had been out with. She knew what she wanted and not only took it, she demanded it.

To jump with, on our first date she insisted that she pick me up, this had never happened to me before. I always did the drive. Other things went exactly like that, I had to get used to her taking charge.

Do n't get me wrong, things started out fairly vanilla but we quickly started to experiment in bed. As I said before, she was very dominant sexually, but she was also very confident and had a immense intimate drive.

As I began to open up to her about my submissive fantasies, and my brief encounter with homosexual bodily function. rather than disgust her it served to bring her prevalent side more to the forefront of our human relationship.

She loved when I would eat her pussy, and I remember I got to do that a lot. She would guide my school principal into place, and literally grind her kitty onto my spit and mouth.

She got into the verbal humiliation side of things, also. If I was n't licking her exactly the way she wanted, she would push my head away and slap me across the look.

Then she would say something like, `` Eat my cunt properly, bitch. ''

Then she would pull my head back into her crotch, grasping my hair firmly and holding me in place. It sounds much high-risk than it was because no matter what she said, I enjoyed worshipping her kitty.

I remember one evening on the ride household from a night out. She made me eat her pussy in the backseat of a taxi. Truly testing my meekness to her authority.

I remember the taxi driver asked her what was going on back there, and in her distinctive convinced demeanor Lisa replied, `` My bitch is eating my wet slit. ''

He just busted out laughing and said, `` nooky, that 's totally hot ! ''

Early into our FLR relationship, Lisa started breaking me in with her new strap-on that she purchased specifically for me. She liked to do most of the fucking in are sex spirit, far more than I fucked her.

We tried so much together, sexually and otherwise. I was absolutely in Eden. I cherished her and loved our kinship. I loved my ever more submissive purpose too, and I knew from that consequence forward that I loved being dominated by women by strong women.

I was absolutely devastated when she moved across the country from me, a twosome of years later. Although, we still keep in touch, through the internet and telephone.

Fast forward twenty-two-years and I have now been married for 20 years to the most incredible and erotic cleaning lady.

For the shoemaker's last ten years, we have been practicing an FLR lifestyle relationship, including male sexual abstention, pegging, domestic discipline.

Furthermore, for the retiring 5 long time, my wife has successfully introduced cuckolding into our family relationship, and together we have had three long condition bulls, during that period.

Our most recent bull, Michealanis an extremely dominant bisexual male, and I am forced to regularly suck his cock, and he will occasionally have it away me.

Unlike my first male on manly experience in my recent twenties, this clock time it feels right to me. There is no aroused affixation to Micheal, he does n't desire amour with me, no kissing or cuddling.

As my mistress regularly confirms to me, my bi activity is because I need entry and mortification. I need to be submissive to her and her bullshit because it helps me be a better pussyboy. It 's not about the sex act, it is all about the context.

When he cums in her snatch and I eat her creampie or I suck his great shaft and he cums in my mouth. Even when he fucks my ass-pussy, it is not because I am gay, its because I am submissive. My schoolmarm Lisa knows that my humiliation is what pushes all of my clit.

That 's why I am in love with her. That is why I worship her and strive to be the adept pussyboy that I can be for her every single day of my biography.

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