My name is Keven Bardot and, yes, I am a Sissy ! When I was a teen I put on my mom 's panty and some of her lipstick when she was out. I had longish blonde fuzz and I ruffled it up - kind of teased it up - and when I looked in her bureau mirror, I almost ejaculated. Because what I saw looking back at me was not a boney alibi 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 duo of her richly heel, stepped into them, and walked to the full length mirror in the hall. When I saw myself in the full phase of the moon length - a woman with a severe on - then I did cum. I was immediately ashamed, and could n't wipe the red lipstick off my mouth fast enough.

That was the first base clock time 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 girl in my stratum. I imagined her naked and I was chasing her and whipping her. I should note that I was not like nearly of the hombre of my age, in that I was very much a innate sissy. I loathed any sort of athletic sports, for exercise, and I was afraid of my peers because I had no real physical strength, was uncoordinated, and could not fight. I was vivid enough, however, to empathise that being a Milquetoast in the world in which I found myself, was completely unaccepted. I had a real sense of shame and embarrassment. So I went to bang-up lengths to fake it ; I did n't play with girls, for example, and I avoided state of affairs that would put myself in the spotlight.

Being a doormat, I learned to be a good manipulator. I managed to make it through my youth 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 sight of the raw women 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 nance. The last thing anyone in my roach wanted was to be thought of as a pansy ! There were fagot in San Francisco, some of whom dressed and behaved like adult female. I was told that the queers had ginmill and clubhouse where they hung out. These were revolting masses to the people I knew.. So when I found myself in social movement of that full length mirror, wearing my mother 's high bounder, step-in and lipstick, I was revolted with myself.

It was around that clip that my cousin and I were taking a cutoff through the woodwind. As we rounded a bend in the path we came upon a guy of around our own age, sitting on a expectant boulder, completely naked. We walked on in stupefy secrecy until we heard him call out : `` Do you need a blowjob ? ''

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

A few 24-hour interval later I went back to the boulder by myself, hoping to observe the nymph - not to beat him - but to bring together him. To do what, I did n't know. Perhaps just to run around naked with him, feeling the warm spring breezes on our beautiful youth bodies, or maybe to sit naked and provocative following to him, both of us soliciting real men as they passed by. I went back respective 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 broad of sexual desire, I imagined various girls of my conversancy, naked with me. In world these same girls left me tongue tied and red from overplus. Many guys of my age had matured to where they had begun to see and act like factual men. I was belittled and skinny and had no body hairsbreadth to utter 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 sustain easily passed as practically jr..

I had sex with another person for the first time when I was 18. I was in the navy and stationed in California. I still had absolutely no self-assurance around girls, but I was always aroused. I do n't know why I did it, but a few Clarence Day after arriving at the base, I went walking through the swelter hot city late at Nox. I did n't screw then that what I was doing was called `` cruising '', a homosexual terminus for looking for sex.

It was a very hot Night and I was wearing a tank top and some really short skimpie cutoffs, and my blacken dark blue progeny clothes shoes with Negro sock that really accentuated my hairless, skinny, feminine looking white peg ! After about an hour I spotted a car that I had seen earlier. God - I was so eff HORNY ! I kept putting my deal in my pocket 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 handle. I was so ruttish I just did n't manage ! The car came by again and this time pulled over. The driver had his windowpane down. My heart was pounding and I was really nervous. Now I knew that this time I was the nymph, out for seduction. The driver leaned over. `` You need a lift ? '' he asked. He was Latin American, about 40, with a shaved head and a goatee.

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

'' come on, get in '', he said, reaching over and opening the door. I was really nervous - frighten - 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 looking at. He pressed the ringlet button and I heard my doorway 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 handwriting began feeling my bare ramification and I could experience myself getting hard. `` Ju got ta silky legs, puto '', he said. `` Like a charwoman ! '' I blushed, embarrassed. I did n't know what `` puto '' meant.

'' Thank you '', I said, still staring consecutive 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 exterior concrete whole tone that descended to a basement doorway. We went halfway down the stairs, until we were out of mickle. It was a hot nighttime, dark and very private. He stripped off his wifebeater and pulled off his dungaree and undershorts, until he was naked in just his wind sleeve and work boot. He was really muscley, big implements of war with oodles of big, knockout muscular tissue, shave head, goatee, and had a lot of tattoos on his sleeve and torso. He was so - fuckin - CUTE !

I quickly stripped to just my dress skid. As soon as I was naked he took me and pulled me close to his body, leaning down and kissing me deeply, his big hands were cupping my buttocks. He was really hot. He began kissing my rim, face, pinna and neck, calling me, `` juera, puto, '' and `` linda. '' He put his custody on my shoulders and pushed me down on my stifle. `` Chupar mi pollo, marica ! '' He choked, gripping his hard cock. `` Suck me. '' I had my showtime kiss, and now I was about to turn over my first cock sucking.

I had seen picture before of womanhood sucking men off. I bent my head and took the school principal of his dick into my mouth and began sucking him off. He was moaning and ran his thick fingers through my mop of thickly blonde fuzz, entwining my haircloth in his fingerbreadth to control the movements of my bobbing skull. I ran my mitt all over his big hairy leg. Suddenly he tensed and I felt my pharynx being flooded with warm cum. I swallowed it and he relaxed back on the steps, his chest panting. I remained crouched between his legs, resting my face against his second joint. I looked up at him. `` Didja like it ? '' I asked him, savoring the unfamiliar mouthful of seminal fluid in my mouth.

'' Oh that was so good, `` juera '', he said. `` Where you learn to imbibe peter like that ? '' I blushed and put my head down. I felt so ... right, my boldness on his second joint, inhaling the scent of his bare flesh.

We had a cigarette and then put our clothes back on. The Latino - he told me his gens was Abel - drove me to the bus post. It was 1 a.m. The cobbler's last bus going to the base 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 next time, Blondie '', he whispered. I looked at him. I was so naïve.

'' Fuck me ? But where ? I do n't have a pussycat ? ''

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

I rode back to the root, my head reeling from what had just happened. Now I was having secondment intellection. I began to find really angry - with myself - and with Abel. I began to transfer my ire to him, blaming him for what had happened at the school, as if he had reped me. After a few Day I made Friend with some of my chap sailors and tried to put what happened with Niels Henrik Abel behind me.

I was furious with myself on the bus ride back to base - and for several day afterward. maddened that I had let myself skid and acted like - like - I dont have intercourse ! Like some queen ? 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 hard on. it was a really hot, sweltering afternoon, and I began feeling crazy horny ! I teased up my haircloth and put on my short-shorts and black dress brake shoe with black socks rolled down around my mortise joint, and a skimpy pitch-dark muscle shirt - which I had no business wearing as I had nothing resembling a muscleman on my body ! I looked in the mirror. God, I looked like a totality faggot ! A complete sissy ! But my intellect was sex crazed by that gunpoint and I just did n't apply a fuck ! It was 3 pm on Friday, and I did n't experience to be back on responsibility until Monday. I ran to the bus check and caught the offset bus to town.

On the drive to downtown all I could guess about was getting some operose cock ! It was still early when I got to town. I went straight from the bus station to a really pestiferous division of the city. I spotted an old hotel and went to the desk and got a way. The shop clerk was an quondam bald headed mexican guy. He kept looking at me and licking his lips. I pulled out a red 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 do it him or anything - he was old and ugly - but it turned me on to love that he wanted me. He gave me the key and I went to my room. It was a somewhat prissy elbow room for a dump. There were no window, but I did n't care about that anyway. And there was air conditioning ! I decided to go out and cruise, hoping to encounter Abel - or some other rough in man - it made no conflict to me. I went out, wearing nil but the butt baring dungaree cutoffs - no shirt, no shoes - just the short-circuit short pants ! I felt so SEXY - and LIBERATED !

I had been thinking about Niels Henrik 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 incline streets and coming back out on the main drag again. I knew I looked sexy and Edward Douglas White Jr. trashy, barefoot with only my tiny short-shorts and the pink 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 Guy, OR - from gay bashers !

Then I spotted his pickup arm ! It was Niels Abel ! My heart was pounding. I pretended not to see him, but I began walking a little more sexy, wiggling my hips a little more, behaving a lot more womanly ! He pulled up next to me and I turned. I gave him a little smile, but continued walking. This time 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 eager. I wanted him to chase me a little.

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

'' What ? '' I said.

. `` Keven, amount on, baby, '' he said. Just get in the truck so we can speak - ok ? '' I smiled but kept walking, making for certain to put some wiggle in my ass. Suddenly he accelerated and pulled up in front of me, blocking my route. 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 motortruck 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 weapon system and sulked. He reached over and penurious my jaws in his paw, so squiffy that it hurt. `` Do n't brood, Juera, he said harshly. `` What the fucking is the topic with you, Keven ? ''

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

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

When we got to the motel, I could n't help but see the desk 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 terra firma and stood there naked.. Abel had stripped off too, and was standing in the dimly lit way, his bull like body, 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 buff thorax. His stiff 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 of meat by position, kissing and making out. Abel 's cock was rock operose. So was my little prick. As we made love, I kept squeezing my man 's voiceless phallus, choking it down near the theme. I got down between his big meaty ramification and began sucking his cock and balls. He raised his legs, exposing his very hirsute anus. `` kiss it, puto, '' he said. My face was ripe 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 fuck you now. '' He took a minuscule tub of vaseline from the bedside table. `` Here - grime up my cock, bitch. '' I did like he said. Then we began making out some Sir Thomas More, and the more we did the more horny we both got. Niels Henrik Abel got on top of me and was passionately kissing on my ears and cervix and tits. I began sobbing. `` What 's wrong ? '' he whispered.

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

'' You 're ALL cleaning lady, baby, '' he told me.

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

'' You are about to be, '' he said, raising my peg up over his broad shoulders. I could feel the hardness of his raw core poking near my rectum. I got scared.

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

'' Gon na hurt GOOD, baby, '' he growled, his rough sandpaper jaw nuzzling my voiced neck opening.

'' Sweetie, I do n't call up I 'm fix yet - I do n't think we shou -- '' My word of honor were choked of by a searing pain in my anus as the big mushroom head teacher of his fixed pecker ripped into me. I screamed in pain and tried to get out from under him, but I was totally incapacitated - 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 head slid in deeper and deeper, until I felt his os pubis bump up against mine. He was in, balls deep. My cherry had been popped ! 'This is what it feels like to be a charwoman !'I thought.

Niels Abel began fucking me with long, slow diagonal. I began moving my hips in time with his rhythm. He was kissin all over me and I was babbling all sorts of filth - every vulgar, nasty sexual opinion spewed from my mouth, like diarreah. I could feel his strong weapon around me so tight I thought he would break my costa - and I did n't generate a fuck ! THIS is what I had been born to be - woman - a whore !

Now we were two naked man beings, together as one, the headboard of our mating bed was pounding against the bulwark and I was whining and yelling in virgin sexual JOY, my skinny white legs wrapped around my mister 's papal bull like neck. Finally, Abel 's entire body 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 remainder of the weekend in bed. It was like a honeymoon. I was SO in love life ! When Niels Henrik Abel dropped me off at the bus post on Monday first light, 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 hebdomad, 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 straight !