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'' A Pussyboy 's Story ''

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by tcs1963

When I was growing up, I was always into girl. I also loved to stroke my dick and watch a lot of heterosexual porn video recording. This is back when porn was often intemperately to come in by and came on Vhs and genus Beta videotapes.

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

I remember being so turned on, watching those guy cable together sucking and fucking, that my niggling cock almost ripped through my denim.

But I was also feeling really confused and kind of shamefaced about enjoying it. I did n't bonk or even realize my response, but the seeds of experimentation 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 womanhood in the scene and what she was experiencing.

The female porn actresses looked so subservient, and beautiful. They also had the most sinewy orgasms. Their experiences seemed far Thomas More intense than anything that the male person porno actors experienced.

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

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

The same thing with cumming on my face. I would lift my ass against the wall and stroke my rooster as it pointed at my face. My own hot cum pouring all over my face when I came.

This led to a number of years of confusion and mild Great Depression from not exactly fitting into established sexual roles. Those feelings lasted well into my late twenty.

I was a fairly good looking guy, while in school. Participating in a few squad sportsman, mostly football and baseball. I guess you could say I was a moderately pop teenage boy with the moderately pop teenage girls.

I know I was definitely attracted to the teenage little girl, and most times I had the gibbousness in my pants to testify it. I had a few girlfriend relationships, even a pair of fille who helped me be sexually active voice.

I really enjoyed sex with them, fumbling around in the backseat or mystical meetings behind the bleacher. But I still could n't stir my desire to be more slavish, and I continued in private to trifle with my ass and cum on my side.

I was generally confused and did n't see the whole bisexuality thing. I made myself very low-down trying to figure out if I was gay or not.

I continued to enjoy dating female child and having heterosexual experiences, and in my former twenty, I went a bit pussy weirdo. Dating any girl that would put out.

Needless to say, I still could n't shake the whole homo matter. So I decided to actively search out a guy on guy sexual experience. Which, once you got past the embarrassment, was pretty easy back then.

I eventually lost my ass cherry tree to a guy that I met at a bar one night when I was around 27-years-old. I remember lying on his living room floor in missionary status, with his ordinary sizing cock pushing in and out of me.

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

With women, I absolutely wanted to kiss and cuddle, and be intimate in this way. I did n't want any of that with this guy, I just wanted to get fucked, and live out my phantasy of what it was like to be more submissive.

That commencement experience taught me a lot. It taught me that I certainly did n't feel any aroused connection or magnet to men.

After that initial experiment for a brief menses, I tried to hide my feel about being submissive. I had met and was dating a really beautiful fille and we were having great sex, so I did n't recall about my way-out slope anymore.

After that family relationship ended, it was what happened with my next girlfriend that made many of the pieces of my sexual jigsaw puzzle fall into stead. She truly found my dead on target self for us.

Lisa was a very pretty lady, she was a lawyer, who inherited her Father-God business firm. She was a very reasoning and strong woman, she was also very rife and just had a natural air of authority. Like everything was naturally going to solve out exactly as she planned in her life.

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

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

Do n't get me wrongfulness, 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 Brobdingnagian sexual driving force.

As I began to open up up to her about my submissive fancy, and my brief showdown with homo bodily process. instead than push back her it served to add her prevalent incline more to the forefront of our relationship.

She loved when I would eat her pussy, and I remember I got to do that a lot. She would manoeuver my head into shoes, and literally bray her pussy onto my natural language 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 face.

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

Then she would deplume my head back into her privates, grasping my hair firmly and holding me in place. It sounds much bad than it was because no matter what she said, I enjoyed worshipping her pussy.

I remember one evening on the drive home from a night out. She made me eat her kitty-cat in the backseat of a taxi. Truly testing my compliance to her authority.

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

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

Early into our FLR human 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 life, far more than I fucked her.

We tried so a good deal together, sexually and otherwise. I was absolutely in heaven. I cherished her and loved our human relationship. I loved my ever more slavish role too, and I knew from that instant forward that I loved being dominated by women by strong women.

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

fasting forward twenty-two-years and I have now been married for 20 years to the most incredible and erotic woman.

For the last ten years, we have been practicing an FLR lifestyle relationship, including manful celibacy, pegging, domestic subject area.

Furthermore, for the retiring 5 years, my married woman has successfully introduced cuckolding into our relationship, and together we have had three prospicient terminus bulls, during that period.

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

Unlike my first Male on male experience in my late twenties, this time it feels right field to me. There is no excited attachment to Micheal, he does n't need intimacy with me, no kissing or cuddling.

As my mistress regularly confirms to me, my bi activity is because I need submission and humiliation. I need to be submissive to her and her Bulls 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 pussy and I eat her creampie or I suck his prominent cock and he cums in my oral fissure. Even when he fucks my ass-pussy, it is not because I am gay, its because I am slavish. My schoolma'am Lisa knows that my mortification is what pushes all of my release.

That 's why I am in passion with her. That is why I worship her and strive to be the easily pussyboy that I can be for her every single day of my life story.

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