My figure is Keven Bardot and, yes, I am a milksop ! When I was a teen I put on my mom 's pantie 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 vanity mirror, I almost ejaculated. Because what I saw looking back at me was not a skinny 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 duet of her high blackguard, stepped into them, and walked to the to the full distance mirror in the hallway. When I saw myself in the fully distance - a woman with a grueling on - then I did cum. I was immediately ashamed, and could n't pass over the red lipstick off my mouth fast enough.

That was the low gear time I stepped over the line. But definitely not the conclusion. I had always been hypersexual ; I used to get a toilsome on thinking about this one young lady in my form. I imagined her naked and I was chasing her and whipping her. I should observe that I was not like nigh of the guys of my age, in that I was very much a deport sissy. I loathed any sort of athletic sport, for example, and I was afraid of my peer 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 populace in which I found myself, was completely unacceptable. I had a very sense of shame and embarrassment. So I went to great duration to bull it ; I did n't work with girls, for model, and I avoided office that would put myself in the spotlight.

Being a weakling, I learned to be a good manipulator. I managed to give it through my youth by keeping a low profile. So when I began masturbating several times a day, I figured I was pattern enough. After all, I was extremely attracted by the sight of the naked womanhood in the sex magazines that I used as a optical aid, so I assumed that I must be normal.

I had heard about queers. Everybody I knew hat queers. The last thing anyone in my forget me drug wanted was to be thought of as a queer ! There were queen in San Francisco, some of whom dressed and behaved like women. I was told that the fag had legal community and baseball club where they hung out. These were revolting people to the masses I knew.. So when I found myself in movement of that full length mirror, wearing my female parent 's high blackguard, pantie and lipstick, I was revolted with myself.

It was around that time that my cousin-german and I were taking a shortcut through the Ellen Price Wood. As we rounded a bend in the path we came upon a guy of around our own age, sitting on a large Boulder, completely au naturel. We walked on in stunned muteness until we heard him hollo out : `` Do you want a blowjob ? ''

I was enraged. This was an affront to my maleness. I told my cousin-german that we should go back and give this houri a trouncing. We ran back to the boulder but the houri had disappeared. My cousin and I resumed our journeying, speaking in tones of scandal as to what we would do if we ever saw that `` faggot '' again.

A few Day later I went back to the boulder by myself, hoping to find the nymph - not to work over him - but to join him. To do what, I did n't have it away. Perhaps just to romp naked with him, feeling the warm spring breezes on our beautiful young bodies, or maybe to sit naked and provocative next to him, both of us soliciting substantial men as they passed by. I went back respective metre, hoping to see him, but I never saw him again.

My kinship with the diametric sex had always been strained. Now that I was good of sexual desire, I imagined assorted female child of my acquaintanceship, naked with me. In reality these Sami fille left me tongue tied and red from superfluity. Many guys of my age had matured to where they had begun to calculate and act like genuine men. I was little and scrawny and had no body hairsbreadth to speak of other than a few sparse, very light-haired tomentum on my pubis. When I entered the navy at the age of 18, I still could throw easily passed as very much younger.

I had sex with another someone for the first time 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 get laid why I did it, but a few days after arriving at the al-Qaeda, I went walking through the sweltering hot city late at night. I did n't do it then that what I was doing was called `` cruising '', a homosexual term for looking for sex.

It was a very hot dark and I was wearing a tank car top and some really short skimpie cutoffs, and my blacken navy exit dress shoes with inkiness socks that really accentuated my hairless, skinny, womanly looking ashen legs ! After about an hr 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 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 aroused 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 heart was pounding and I was really aflutter. 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 Latino, about 40, with a shaved head 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 aflutter - scared - but something inside me told me I had to. I got in the car and closed the room access. He drove off immediately, giving me these vivid aspect. He pressed the whorl button and I heard my door lock. Now I could n't get out even if I wanted to ! I stared consecutive 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 find myself getting hard. `` Ju got ta silky legs, puto '', he said. `` Like a woman ! '' I blushed, embarrassed. I did n't get laid what `` puto '' meant.

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

'' Let 's go for a walkway '', he said. We walked to the edifice and he led me to some outside concrete steps that descended to a basement door. We went halfway down the stairs, until we were out of slew. It was a hot night, night and very private. He stripped off his wifebeater and pulled off his denim and undershorts, until he was naked in just his socks and work boots. He was really muscley, big implements of war with heaps of big, hard muscleman, shave head teacher, goatee, and had a lot of tattoos on his blazonry 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 come together to his consistence, leaning down and kissing me deeply, his big hands were cupping my can. He was really hot. He began kissing my lips, cheek, ears and neck, calling me, `` juera, puto, '' and `` linda. '' He put his handwriting on my berm and pushed me down on my knees. `` Chupar mi pollo, marica ! '' He choked, gripping his unvoiced tool. `` suction me. '' I had my first base kiss, and now I was about to give my low blowjob.

I had seen videos before of women 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 wooden-headed finger's breadth through my mop of thick blond hair, entwining my haircloth in his finger to insure 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 heaving. I remained crouched between his pegleg, resting my face against his thigh. I looked up at him. `` Didja like it ? '' I asked him, savoring the unfamiliar taste of semen in my mouth.

'' Oh that was so good, `` 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 smell of his bare flesh.

We had a cigarette and then put our dress back on. The Latino - he told me his gens was Abel - drove me to the bus station. It was 1 a.m. The last bus going to the al-Qaida left a 1:15. Abel sat with me as I waited. He told me that he wanted to see me again. `` I want to know you next fourth dimension, Blondie '', he whispered. I looked at him. I was so naïve.

'' roll in the hay me ? But where ? I do n't hold a kitty ? ''

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

I rode back to the al-Qaida, my head reeling from what had just happened. Now I was having second idea. I began to feel really furious - with myself - and with Abel. I began to transmit 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 ally with some of my beau leghorn and tried to put what happened with Abel behind me.

I was ferocious with myself on the bus ride back to establish - and for respective Day afterward. Furious that I had let myself slip and acted like - like - I dont know ! Like some queer ? I swore that it would never happen again, and I hated Abel for what he had done to me. I felt like killing him.

But guess what ? Two workweek later, I was laying in my bunk with a hard on. it was a really hot, sweltering good afternoon, and I began feeling unhinged horny ! I teased up my pilus and put on my short-shorts and black dress shoes with black socks rolled down around my ankles, and a skimpy Negro musculus shirt - which I had no business wearing as I had nothing resembling a muscle on my soundbox ! I looked in the mirror. God, I looked like a summate pouf ! A complete sissy ! But my intellect was sex crazed by that level and I just did n't consecrate a fucking ! 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 number 1 bus to town.

On the ride to downtown all I could think about was getting some hard cock ! It was still ahead of time when I got to town. I went straight from the bus station to a really dirty discussion section of the city. I spotted an old hotel and went to the desk and got a room. The salesclerk was an senior bald headed mexican guy. He kept looking at me and licking his mouth. I pulled out a coral garden pink lipstick and applied some to my pouty lips, acting really sexy and putting on a display 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 have a go at it that he wanted me. He gave me the key and I went to my room. It was a pretty gracious way for a trash 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 jolty man - it made no difference of opinion to me. I went out, wearing nothing but the derriere uncovering jeans cutoffs - no shirt, no skid - just the short-change 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 trace were growing longer. I walked on a main retarding force, every so often cutting down the side streets and coming back out on the master retarding force again. I knew I looked sexy and white trashy, barefoot with only my tiny short-shorts and the pink lip rouge ! I wore the pink lip rouge because it was noticable but not too obvious. Because looking the way I was looking, the aid I was gon na get was either from some horny guys, OR - from gay bashers !

Then I spotted his tone arm ! It was Abel ! My nub was pounding. I pretended not to see him, but I began walking a little more sexier, 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 smiling, but continued walking. This time 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 need to act over eager. I wanted him to chase me a little.

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

'' What ? '' I said.

. `` Keven, come on, babe, '' he said. Just get in the truck so we can talk - ok ? '' I smiled but kept walk, making for certain to put some wriggle in my ass. Suddenly he accelerated and pulled up in figurehead of me, blocking my path. He jumped out of the car and ran up on me, taking my arm firmly in his big paw. I tried to pull away but his clutches was like branding iron. He bitch walked me back to the truck and put me inside. I knew ameliorate 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 coat of arms and sulked. He reached over and purloin my jaws in his handwriting, so compressed that it hurt. `` Do n't brood, 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 ! `` Honey, I got a motel elbow 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 clerk staring. I started talking loud and laughing, because I wanted him to see what a good-looking MAN I had. As soon as we got in the room I let my shorts pin to the ground and stood there naked.. Abel had stripped off too, and was standing in the dimly lit room, his bull like eubstance, muscley and sweaty. I came up to him and ran my fruity little hands all over his gorgeous body, and then I licked and kissed his buff chest. His secure hands cupped my bare buns 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 hard. So was my piddling dick. As we made love, I kept squeezing my man 's hard penis, choking it down near the base. I got down between his big meaty legs and began sucking his shaft and balls. He raised his legs, exposing his very haired anus. `` Kiss it, puto, '' he said. My aspect was compensate next to his ass gob. 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 ramification 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 have a go at it you now. '' He took a small tub of vaseline from the bedside table. `` Here - lubricating oil up my putz, gripe. '' 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 ears and neck and tits. I began sobbing. `` What 's faulty ? '' he whispered.

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

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

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

'' You are about to be, '' he said, raising my pegleg up over his panoptic articulatio humeri. I could feel the severity of his raw kernel poking near my rectum. I got scared.

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

'' Gon na hurt commodity, sister, '' he growled, his harsh emery paper jaw nuzzling my balmy neck.

'' truelove, I do n't recall I 'm ready yet - I do n't call back we shou -- '' My Good Book were choked of by a searing pain in my anus as the big mushroom head of his rigid prick ripped into me. I screamed in infliction and tried to get out from under him, but I was totally incapacitated - that 's how stiff he was. I thought I was gon na go by out the pain was so bad, and then it began to subside as the drumhead slid in deeper and deeper, until I felt his pubis bump up against mine. He was in, Lucille Ball deep. My cherry had been popped ! 'This is what it feels like to be a charwoman !'I thought.

Niels Henrik Abel began fucking me with long, slow strokes. I began moving my pelvis in time with his speech rhythm. He was kissin all over me and I was babbling all sorting of filth - every vulgar, foul sexual thought spewed from my lip, like diarreah. I could feel his substantial weapons system around me so tight I thought he would crack my jest at - and I did n't make a fuck ! THIS is what I had been born to be - woman - a whore !

Now we were two au naturel man existence, together as one, the headboard of our conjugation bed was pounding against the bulwark and I was whining and yelling in pure sexual JOY, my tight-fitting livid legs wrapped around my mister 's strapper like neck. Finally, Abel 's total physical structure tensed and he shouted out in pleasance as he emptied his load deep into my sand. Slowly he relaxed and soon lay over me.

We spent the ease of the weekend in bed. It was like a honeymoon. I was SO in love life ! When Abel dropped me off at the bus place on Monday 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 weeks, 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 !