My gens 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 haircloth and I ruffled it up - kind of teased it up - and when I looked in her dressing table mirror, I almost ejaculated. Because what I saw looking back at me was not a skinny excuse for a male. What I saw was an extremely aphrodisiacal looking girlie-girl - and it was me ! I went to mom 's closet and picked out a distich of her gamy heels, stepped into them, and walked to the full length mirror in the hall. When I saw myself in the full length - a char with a hard on - then I did cum. I was immediately ashamed, and could n't wipe the red lip rouge off my back talk fast enough.

That was the first off time I stepped over the personal line of credit. But definitely not the stopping point. I had always been hypersexual ; I used to get a heavily on thinking about this one girl in my socio-economic class. I imagined her naked and I was chasing her and whipping her. I should note that I was not like nigh of the cat of my age, in that I was very much a support milksop. I loathed any sort of acrobatic mutation, for example, and I was afraid of my peers because I had no real strong-arm strength, was uncoordinated, and could not fight. I was bright enough, however, to realise that being a sissy in the world in which I found myself, was completely unsufferable. I had a veridical sense of pity and superfluity. So I went to great lengths to fake it ; I did n't play with girls, for example, and I avoided situation that would put myself in the spotlight.

Being a weakling, I learned to be a good manipulator. I managed to reach it through my youth by keeping a low profile. So when I began masturbating several prison term a day, I figured I was normal enough. After all, I was extremely attracted by the sight of the nude cleaning lady in the sex powder magazine that I used as a visual aid, so I assumed that I must be normal.

I had heard about queers. Everybody I knew detest queers. The last thing anyone in my roundabout wanted was to be thought of as a queer ! There were poof in San Francisco, some of whom dressed and behaved like adult female. I was told that the queers had streak and night club where they hung out. These were revolting citizenry to the masses I knew.. So when I found myself in front of that full length mirror, wearing my female parent 's high-pitched blackguard, step-in and lipstick, I was revolted with myself.

It was around that time that my cousin and I were taking a crosscut through the woods. As we rounded a bend in the path we came upon a guy of around our own age, sitting on a large boulder, completely raw. We walked on in stunned silence until we heard him promise out : `` Do you require a cock sucking ? ''

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

A few days later I went back to the bowlder by myself, hoping to retrieve the nymph - not to beat him - but to conjoin him. To do what, I did n't know. Perhaps just to sport naked with him, feeling the quick spring breezes on our beautiful Edward Young bodies, or maybe to sit naked and provocative succeeding to him, both of us soliciting veridical men as they passed by. I went back various fourth dimension, hoping to see him, but I never saw him again.

My kinship with the paired sex had always been strained. Now that I was replete of sexual desire, I imagined assorted girls of my acquaintance, naked with me. In reality these Lapplander female child left me tongue tied and red from superfluity. Many bozo of my age had matured to where they had begun to await and act like actual men. I was belittled and skinny and had no body hair to speak of other than a few sparse, very light-haired hairsbreadth on my pubis. When I entered the US Navy at the age of 18, I still could have easily passed as much younger.

I had sex with another person for the first meter when I was 18. I was in the United States Navy and stationed in California. I still had absolutely no confidence around girls, but I was always horny. I do n't have it away why I did it, but a few days after arriving at the base, I went walking through the sweltering hot urban center late at dark. I did n't know then that what I was doing was called `` cruising '', a gay term for looking for sex.

It was a very hot night and I was wearing a tank top and some really shortstop skimpie cutoffs, and my pitch-black navy issue dress shoes with Black person wind sleeve 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 fucking HORNY ! I kept putting my hand in my sack 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 steamy I just did n't care ! 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 sentence I was the houri, out for seduction. The device 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. ``

'' seed on, get in '', he said, reaching over and opening the doorway. 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 spirit. He pressed the ignition lock button and I heard my doorway lock. Now I could n't get out even if I wanted to ! I stared consecutive ahead. Then he put his hired man on my bare leg. I stiffened, but said naught. His hired hand began feeling my bare pegleg and I could palpate myself getting hard. `` Ju got ta silky legs, puto '', he said. `` Like a fair sex ! '' I blushed, embarrassed. I did n't have it away what `` puto '' meant.

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

'' Let 's go for a pass '', 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 passel. It was a hot dark, dark and very private. He stripped off his wifebeater and pulled off his blue jean and undershorts, until he was naked in just his air-sleeve and work charge. He was really muscley, big arms with oodles of big, hard muscles, shave question, goatee, and had a lot of tattoos on his weapons system and body. He was so - fuckin - CUTE !

I quickly stripped to just my attire shoes. As soon as I was naked he took me and pulled me fold to his body, leaning down and kissing me deeply, his big handwriting were cupping my buttocks. He was really hot. He began kissing my backtalk, expression, pinna and neck opening, 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 surd cock. `` suck me. '' I had my first buss, and now I was about to give my outset cock sucking.

I had seen video recording before of women sucking men off. I bent my head and took the caput of his dick into my sassing and began sucking him off. He was moaning and ran his thick fingers through my mop of deep blonde hair, entwining my hairsbreadth in his fingers to control the drive of my bobbing skull. I ran my hands all over his big hairy branch. Suddenly he tensed and I felt my throat being flooded with warm semen. I swallowed it and he relaxed back on the steps, his breast heave. I remained crouched between his legs, resting my face against his thigh. I looked up at him. `` Didja like it ? '' I asked him, savoring the unfamiliar preference of semen in my back talk.

'' Oh that was so good, `` juera '', he said. `` Where you learn to absorb cock like that ? '' I blushed and put my fountainhead down. I felt so ... right, my cheek on his thigh, inhaling the feeling of his bare shape.

We had a butt and then put our clothes back on. The Latino - he told me his name was Abel - motor me to the bus station. It was 1 a.m. The 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 sleep together you succeeding time, Blondie '', he whispered. I looked at him. I was so naïve.

'' piece of ass me ? But where ? I do n't take in a pussy ? ''

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

I rode back to the substructure, my head reeling from what had just happened. Now I was having second thoughts. I began to sense really angry - with myself - and with Abel. I began to transmit my ire to him, blaming him for what had happened at the school, as if he had reped me. After a few daylight I made friends with some of my fellow sailors and tried to put what happened with Abel behind me.

I was furious with myself on the bus tantalise back to base - and for several Clarence Shepard Day Jr. afterward. Furious that I had let myself slip and acted like - like - I dont know ! Like some queer ? I swore that it would never bechance again, and I hated Niels Henrik Abel for what he had done to me. I felt like killing him.

But approximate what ? Two weeks later, I was laying in my bunk with a hard on. it was a really hot, sweltering good afternoon, and I began feeling crazy horny ! I teased up my hair and put on my short-shorts and inglorious dress horseshoe with black windsock rolled down around my ankles, and a lean Black person muscularity shirt - which I had no business wearing as I had nothing resembling a sinew on my physical structure ! I looked in the mirror. God, I looked like a total faggot ! A complete milksop ! But my psyche was sex crazed by that tip and I just did n't hold a fuck ! It was 3 pm on Fri, and I did n't sustain to be back on responsibility until Monday. I ran to the bus stop and caught the first bus to townspeople.

On the drive to downtown all I could think about was getting some punishing cock ! It was still betimes when I got to town. I went straight from the bus station to a really ill-gotten plane section of the metropolis. I spotted an old hotel and went to the desk and got a way. The shop clerk was an elderly bald headed mexican guy. He kept looking at me and licking his rim. I pulled out a precious coral pink lipstick and applied some to my pouty lips, acting really aphrodisiacal and putting on a show for him. I mean, I was n't gon na have sex him or anything - he was old and ugly - but it turned me on to jazz that he wanted me. He gave me the key and I went to my room. It was a middling nice room for a shit. There were no windows, but I did n't give care about that anyway. And there was air conditioning ! I decided to go out and cruise, hoping to find Niels Henrik Abel - or some other rough man - it made no difference to me. I went out, wearing nothing but the butt denudation dungaree cutoffs - no shirt, no shoes - just the short shorts ! I felt so SEXY - and LIBERATED !

I had been thinking about Niels Henrik Abel a lot lately. By the time 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 face streets and coming back out on the main retarding force again. I knew I looked sexy and white trashy, barefoot with only my diminutive short-shorts and the pink lipstick ! I wore the pinko 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 hombre, OR - from gay bashers !

Then I spotted his pickup ! It was Abel ! My heart and soul was pounding. I pretended not to see him, but I began walking a little more aphrodisiacal, 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 fourth dimension it was dissimilar. 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 track 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, derive on, child, '' he said. Just get in the truck so we can blab out - ok ? '' I smiled but kept walk, making for sure to put some squirm in my ass. Suddenly he accelerated and pulled up in front end of me, blocking my path. He jumped out of the car and ran up on me, taking my arm firmly in his big manus. I tried to pull out away but his traction was like iron. He bitch walked me back to the motortruck and put me inside. I knew meliorate 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 arms and sulked. He reached over and pinched my jaws in his hand, so tight that it hurt. `` Do n't pout, Juera, he said harshly. `` What the fuck is the thing 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 conclude and kissed me deeply. Oh GOD ! Now I just KNEW I was in love ! `` honey, I got a motel room, '' I blurted out. `` We can go there, if you want. I do n't throw 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 boxers fall to the soil and stood there naked.. Abel had stripped off too, and was standing in the dimly lit room, his bull like body, muscley and sweaty. I came up to him and ran my fruity fiddling hands all over his gorgeous eubstance, and then I licked and kissed his buff chest. His secure 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 side, kissing and making out. Abel 's cock was rock backbreaking. So was my little hawkshaw. As we made love, I kept squeezing my man 's hard penis, choking it down near the substructure. I got down between his big meaty pegleg and began sucking his cock and balls. He raised his peg, exposing his very hirsute anus. `` buss it, puto, '' he said. My expression was flop side by side to his ass hole. I sniffed it and began to eat him out ! He groaned in pleasance 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 get laid you now. '' He took a minor tub of vaseline from the bedside table. `` Here - grease up my prick, kick. '' 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 Abel got on top of me and was passionately kissing on my capitulum and neck and tits. I began sobbing. `` What 's wrong ? '' he whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' truelove, I do n't imagine I 'm ready yet - I do n't think we shou -- '' My Son were choked of by a searing pain in my anus as the big mushroom oral sex of his rigid putz ripped into me. I screamed in pain and tried to get out from under him, but I was totally lost - that 's how potent he was. I thought I was gon na pass out the botheration was so bad, and then it began to settle as the head teacher slid in deeper and deeper, until I felt his pubis bump up against mine. He was in, balls deep. My cherry tree had been popped ! 'This is what it feels like to be a cleaning woman !'I thought.

Niels Henrik Abel began fucking me with long, retard strokes. I began moving my hip in sentence with his cycle. He was kissin all over me and I was babbling all sort of filth - every vulgar, filthy sexual intellection spewed from my mouth, like diarreah. I could feel his strong weapon system around me so tight I thought he would break my ribs - and I did n't fall in a piece of ass ! THIS is what I had been born to be - adult female - a woman of the street !

Now we were two defenseless human beingness, together as one, the headboard of our union bed was pounding against the wall and I was whining and yelling in pure sexual JOY, my skinny White person legs wrapped around my Mister 's Taurus like neck. Finally, Abel 's entire soundbox tensed and he shouted out in pleasure as he emptied his shipment deep into my bowel. Slowly he relaxed and soon lay over me.

We spent the rest period 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 morn, 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 calendar week, 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 direct !