My name is Keven Bardot and, yes, I am a Sissy ! When I was a teen I put on my mom 's panties and some of her lipstick when she was out. I had longish blonde hair's-breadth 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 skinny exculpation 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 pair of her high heels, stepped into them, and walked to the full length mirror in the hallway. When I saw myself in the fully length - a char with a hard on - then I did cum. I was immediately ashamed, and could n't wipe the red lipstick off my rima oris fast enough.

That was the maiden clock time I stepped over the telephone circuit. But definitely not the lastly. I had always been hypersexual ; I used to get a voiceless 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 nearly of the bozo of my age, in that I was very much a born sissy. I loathed any sort of athletic sports, for example, and I was afraid of my peers because I had no tangible strong-arm strength, was uncoordinated, and could not fight. I was promising enough, however, to understand that being a sissy in the creation in which I found myself, was completely impossible. I had a rattling sensory faculty of disgrace and superfluity. So I went to great lengths to fake it ; I did n't play with missy, for example, and I avoided berth that would put myself in the spotlight.

Being a doormat, I learned to be a serious manipulator. I managed to make it through my youth by keeping a low profile. So when I began masturbating various prison term a day, I figured I was pattern enough. After all, I was extremely attracted by the sight of the naked women in the sex magazines that I used as a visual aid, so I assumed that I must be normal.

I had heard about fagot. Everybody I knew hated queers. The last thing anyone in my circle wanted was to be thought of as a nance ! There were faggot in San Francisco, some of whom dressed and behaved like women. I was told that the poof had barroom and clubs where they hung out. These were revolting citizenry to the people I knew.. So when I found myself in front end of that full duration mirror, wearing my mother 's high-pitched heels, pantie and lipstick, I was revolted with myself.

It was around that time that my first cousin and I were taking a shortcut through the woods. As we rounded a plication in the path we came upon a guy of around our own age, sitting on a large boulder, completely naked. We walked on in stunned muteness until we heard him telephone out : `` Do you want a blowjob ? ''

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

A few solar day later I went back to the boulder by myself, hoping to find the houri - not to beat him - but to unite him. To do what, I did n't live. Perhaps just to frolic naked with him, feeling the warm bounce duck soup on our beautiful vernal bodies, or maybe to sit raw and provocative next to him, both of us soliciting existent men as they passed by. I went back respective metre, hoping to see him, but I never saw him again.

My family relationship with the face-to-face sex had always been strained. Now that I was full of sexual desire, I imagined various lady friend of my friend, naked with me. In world these same daughter left me tongue tied and red from embarrassment. Many guys of my age had matured to where they had begun to look and act like factual men. I was small and penny-pinching and had no body hair to talk of early than a few sparse, very blond whisker on my pubis. When I entered the navy at the age of 18, I still could have easily passed as much untested.

I had sex with another individual for the maiden time when I was 18. I was in the dark blue and stationed in California. I still had absolutely no confidence around girls, but I was always horny. I do n't bang why I did it, but a few days after arriving at the foot, I went walking through the sweltering hot city late at night. I did n't know then that what I was doing was called `` cruising '', a homosexual terminal figure for looking for sex.

It was a very hot night and I was wearing a armoured combat vehicle top and some really short skimpie crosscut, and my black navy issue dress shoes with dim air-sleeve that really accentuated my hairless, skinny, womanly looking white legs ! After about an time of day I spotted a car that I had seen earlier. God - I was so screw HORNY ! I kept putting my manus in my sack and pressing down on my erection.

I knew that the number one wood 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 horny I just did n't handle ! 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 nervous. Now I knew that this prison term I was the nymph, out for seduction. The device driver leaned over. `` You need a airlift ? '' 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 door. I was really flighty - scared - but something inside me told me I had to. I got in the car and closed the doorway. He drove off immediately, giving me these intense looks. He pressed the lock button and I heard my door 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 zero. His hand began feeling my bare stage and I could sense myself getting hard. `` Ju got ta silky stage, puto '', he said. `` Like a woman ! '' I blushed, embarrassed. I did n't know what `` puto '' meant.

'' Thank you '', I said, still staring direct 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 outside concrete steps that descended to a cellar door. We went halfway down the stairs, until we were out of mint. It was a hot night, dark and very private. He stripped off his wifebeater and pulled off his jeans and undershorts, until he was naked in just his drogue and work boots. He was really muscley, big sleeve with oodles of big, arduous muscle, shave top dog, goatee, and had a lot of tattoos on his weaponry and trunk. He was so - fuckin - CUTE !

I quickly stripped to just my dress shoes. 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 lips, face, auricle and neck, 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 hard cock. `` suction me. '' I had my first osculation, and now I was about to turn over my initiative cock sucking.

I had seen videos before of adult female sucking men off. I bent my drumhead and took the headland of his dick into my mouth and began sucking him off. He was moaning and ran his duncical fingers through my mop of compact blonde hair, entwining my hair in his fingers to control 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 steps, his chest of drawers heave. I remained crouched between his leg, resting my typeface 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 imbibe cock like that ? '' I blushed and put my head down. I felt so ... right, my impudence on his thigh, inhaling the smell of his bare soma.

We had a cigarette and then put our dress back on. The Latino - he told me his figure was Abel - drove me to the bus post. It was 1 a.m. The endure 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 have it off you next prison term, Blondie '', he whispered. I looked at him. I was so naïve.

'' nooky me ? But where ? I do n't have a kitty ? ''

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

I rode back to the base, my head reeling from what had just happened. Now I was having instant cerebration. I began to feel really angry - with myself - and with Abel. I began to channel 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 Friend with some of my fellow sailors and tried to put what happened with Abel behind me.

I was furious with myself on the bus ride back to base - and for several daytime afterward. ferocious that I had let myself fall away and acted like - like - I dont know ! Like some faggot ? 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 approximate what ? Two workweek later, I was laying in my bunk with a hard on. it was a really hot, sweltering afternoon, and I began feeling unbalanced horny ! I teased up my haircloth and put on my short-shorts and black dress shoe with black-market socks rolled down around my ankles, and a skimpy shameful muscular tissue shirt - which I had no line of work wearing as I had nix resembling a sinew on my consistency ! I looked in the mirror. God, I looked like a total faggot ! A complete sissy ! But my thinker was sex crazed by that point and I just did n't contribute a fuck ! 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 first bus to town.

On the ride to downtown all I could cogitate about was getting some hard cock ! It was still early when I got to Town. I went straight from the bus station to a really marked-up section of the city. I spotted an old hotel and went to the desk and got a room. The clerk was an sure-enough bald headed mexican guy. He kept looking at me and licking his lips. I pulled out a coral 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 cognise that he wanted me. He gave me the key and I went to my elbow room. It was a pretty nice room for a dumpsite. There were no window, but I did n't handle about that anyway. And there was air conditioning ! I decided to go out and cruise, hoping to find Abel - or some other rough man - it made no remainder to me. I went out, wearing nothing but the behind baring dungaree cutoffs - no shirt, no shoes - just the short shorts ! 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 vestige were growing longer. I walked on a main puff, every so often cutting down the side streets and coming back out on the briny drag again. I knew I looked aphrodisiac and white trashy, barefoot with only my tiny short-shorts and the pink lipstick ! I wore the garden pink 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 guy, OR - from gay bashers !

Then I spotted his pickup ! It was Niels Henrik Abel ! My heart was pounding. I pretended not to see him, but I began walking a little more aphrodisiacal, wiggling my hip joint a little more, behaving a lot more feminine ! He pulled up adjacent to me and I turned. I gave him a little smile, but continued walking. This clip it was dissimilar. This time I was feeling much more surefooted, 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 public lecture to you ! '' he said.I kept walking, but looked over my shoulder, giving him a sexy look.

'' What ? '' I said.

. `` Keven, come on, sister, '' he said. Just get in the truck so we can talk - ok ? '' I smiled but kept walking, making sure to put some wriggle in my ass. Suddenly he accelerated and pulled up in front of me, blocking my course. He jumped out of the car and ran up on me, taking my arm firmly in his big hand. I tried to pull out away but his grip was like iron. He bitch walked me back to the truck and put me inside. I knew better than to try and run - it would just really urinate 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 script, so pie-eyed that it hurt. `` Do n't pout, 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 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 handsome MAN I had. As soon as we got in the room I let my shorts fall to the primer coat and stood there naked.. Abel had stripped off too, and was standing in the dimly lit elbow room, his bull's eye like body, muscley and sweaty. I came up to him and ran my fruity little hands all over his gorgeous dead body, and then I licked and kissed his buff chest. His warm handwriting cupped my bare buttocks 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 little tool. As we made sexual 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 cock and balls. He raised his ramification, exposing his very hairy anus. `` Kiss it, puto, '' he said. My boldness was right succeeding 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 bed you now. '' He took a small tub of vaseline from the bedside table. `` Here - grease 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. Niels Abel got on top of me and was passionately kissing on my ear and neck and titty. I began sobbing. `` What 's wrong ? '' he whispered.

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

'' You 're ALL womanhood, baby, '' 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 extensive shoulders. I could experience the hardness of his raw core poking near my rectum. I got scared.

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

'' Gon na pain GOOD, baby, '' he growled, his rough sandpaper jaw nuzzling my soft neck.

'' Sweetie, I do n't think I 'm ready yet - I do n't think we shou -- '' My give-and-take were choked of by a searing pain in my anus as the big mushroom-shaped cloud brain of his stiff cock ripped into me. I screamed in bother and tried to get out from under him, but I was totally helpless - that 's how strong he was. I thought I was gon na glide by out the pain in the neck was so bad, and then it began to subside as the psyche 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 woman !'I thought.

Niels Abel began fucking me with long, slow cerebrovascular accident. I began moving my hips in clip with his rhythm. He was kissin all over me and I was babbling all variety of filth - every vulgar, dirty sexual opinion spewed from my rima oris, like diarreah. I could feel his strong weapon system around me so loaded I thought he would crack my jest at - and I did n't give a fuck ! THIS is what I had been born to be - woman - a whore !

Now we were two raw human being beings, together as one, the headboard of our sexual union bed was pounding against the rampart and I was whining and yelling in pure sexual JOY, my scrawny white legs wrapped around my Mr. 's fuzz like neck. Finally, Niels Abel 's entire trunk tensed and he shouted out in pleasure as he emptied his lode deep into my gumption. Slowly he relaxed and soon lay over me.

We spent the relaxation 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 Mon 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 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 straight !