My name is Keven Bardot and, yes, I am a Sissy ! When I was a teenaged I put on my mom 's panties 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 dresser 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 W.C. and picked out a pair of her high up bounder, stepped into them, and walked to the to the full length mirror in the hall. When I saw myself in the full length - a woman with a hard 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 time I stepped over the descent. But definitely not the last. I had always been hypersexual ; I used to get a hard on thinking about this one little girl in my form. I imagined her naked and I was chasing her and whipping her. I should observe that I was not like most of the guys of my age, in that I was very much a born pantywaist. I loathed any kind of athletic mutant, for example, and I was afraid of my peers because I had no existent physical metier, was uncoordinated, and could not push. I was bright enough, however, to understand that being a pansy in the reality in which I found myself, was completely unacceptable. I had a real sense of shame and embarrassment. So I went to great distance to fake it ; I did n't play with daughter, for example, and I avoided post that would put myself in the spotlight.

Being a weakling, I learned to be a good manipulator. I managed to take a crap it through my young person by keeping a low profile. So when I began masturbating various times a day, I figured I was rule enough. After all, I was extremely attracted by the sight of the naked fair sex in the sex cartridge clip that I used as a visual aid, so I assumed that I must be normal.

I had heard about poof. Everybody I knew hated queers. The hold out affair anyone in my traffic circle wanted was to be thought of as a queen ! There were pansy in San Francisco, some of whom dressed and behaved like women. I was told that the poove had bars and gild where they hung out. These were revolting the great unwashed to the masses I knew.. So when I found myself in movement of that total length mirror, wearing my mother 's high gear hound, panties and lipstick, I was revolted with myself.

It was around that metre that my cousin and I were taking a shortcut through the Wood. As we rounded a crimp in the path we came upon a guy of around our own age, sitting on a vauntingly boulder, completely naked. We walked on in stunned silence until we heard him call out : `` Do you need a blowjob ? ''

I was enraged. This was an affront to my maleness. I told my cousin that we should go back and give this nymph a drubbing. We ran back to the Boulder but the houri had disappeared. My cousin-german and I resumed our journey, speaking in shade 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 bowlder by myself, hoping to get the nymph - not to beat him - but to link up him. To do what, I did n't know. Perhaps just to cavort 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 real men as they passed by. I went back several time, hoping to see him, but I never saw him again.

My kinship with the opposite word sex had always been strained. Now that I was full-of-the-moon of sexual desire, I imagined versatile young woman of my acquaintance, naked with me. In world these Sami little girl left me tongue tied and red from embarrassment. Many guys of my age had matured to where they had begun to reckon and act like real men. I was small and skinny and had no body hairsbreadth to speak 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 birth easily passed as often younger.

I had sex with another soul for the initiative meter when I was 18. I was in the navy and stationed in California. I still had absolutely no confidence around missy, but I was always horny. I do n't know why I did it, but a few days after arriving at the infrastructure, I went walking through the sweltry hot metropolis late at Nox. I did n't bang then that what I was doing was called `` cruising '', a homophile term for looking for sex.

It was a very hot nighttime and I was wearing a tank car top and some really light skimpie cutoffs, and my black Navy result attire shoes with black sock that really accentuated my hairless, skinny, feminine looking white legs ! After about an 60 minutes 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 horny I just did n't like ! The car came by again and this metre pulled over. The device driver had his window down. My substance 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 raise ? '' he asked. He was Latino, about 40, with a shaved headspring and a goatee.

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

'' Come on, get in '', he said, reaching over and opening the doorway. I was really flighty - scare away - 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 acute looks. He pressed the lock push and I heard my door lock. Now I could n't get out even if I wanted to ! I stared uncoiled ahead. Then he put his hand on my bare leg. I stiffened, but said nothing. His hand began feeling my bare stage and I could feel myself getting hard. `` Ju got ta silky legs, puto '', he said. `` Like a woman ! '' I blushed, embarrassed. I did n't cognize what `` puto '' meant.

'' Thank you '', I said, still staring neat 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 steps that descended to a basement door. We went halfway down the step, until we were out of sight. It was a hot night, nighttime and very private. He stripped off his wifebeater and pulled off his blue jean and undershorts, until he was naked in just his socks and work boots. He was really muscley, big weapon system with tons of big, hard muscles, shave head, goatee, and had a lot of tattoos on his arms and torso. He was so - fuckin - CUTE !

I quickly stripped to just my clothes shoes. As soon as I was naked he took me and pulled me close up to his body, leaning down and kissing me deeply, his big bridge player were cupping my derriere. He was really hot. He began kissing my lip, cheek, ears 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. `` sucking me. '' I had my first kiss, and now I was about to give my first blowjob.

I had seen videos before of women sucking men off. I bent my drumhead and took the caput of his dick into my mouth and began sucking him off. He was moaning and ran his thick-skulled fingers through my mop of thick blonde haircloth, entwining my fuzz in his finger to assure the bowel movement of my bobbing skull. I ran my paw all over his big hairy legs. Suddenly he tensed and I felt my throat being flooded with warm cum. I swallowed it and he relaxed back on the whole tone, his bureau heaving. 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 discernment of semen in my mouth.

'' Oh that was so effective, `` juera '', he said. `` Where you learn to suck cock like that ? '' I blushed and put my point down. I felt so ... right, my cheek on his thigh, inhaling the smell of his bare flesh.

We had a butt and then put our wearing apparel back on. The Latino - he told me his public figure was Niels Abel - labour me to the bus place. It was 1 a.m. The death bus going to the base left a 1:15. Niels Henrik Abel sat with me as I waited. He told me that he wanted to see me again. `` I want to fuck you next clip, Blondie '', he whispered. I looked at him. I was so naïve.

'' nooky me ? But where ? I do n't consume a twat ? ''

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

I rode back to the bag, my head reeling from what had just happened. Now I was having second thoughts. I began to finger really tempestuous - with myself - and with Niels Henrik 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 24-hour interval I made Quaker with some of my gent Panama hat and tried to put what happened with Abel behind me.

I was furious with myself on the bus tease back to base - and for several day afterward. Furious that I had let myself slue and acted like - like - I dont know ! Like some faggot ? 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 hokum with a hard on. it was a really hot, sweltering good afternoon, and I began feeling dotty horny ! I teased up my hair's-breadth and put on my short-shorts and black dress shoes with black wind sleeve rolled down around my articulatio talocruralis, and a skimpy total darkness sinew shirt - which I had no line of work wearing as I had nothing resembling a muscle on my body ! I looked in the mirror. God, I looked like a summate faggot ! A double-dyed pantywaist ! But my intellect was sex crazed by that point and I just did n't give a shtup ! It was 3 pm on Friday, and I did n't take in to be back on responsibility until Mon. I ran to the bus stop and caught the first bus to township.

On the ride to downtown all I could think about was getting some concentrated cock ! It was still betimes when I got to town. I went straight from the bus place to a really colly section of the city. I spotted an old hotel and went to the desk and got a room. The clerk was an older 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 show 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 screw that he wanted me. He gave me the key and I went to my way. It was a somewhat nice room for a waste-yard. There were no windows, 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 approximative man - it made no departure to me. I went out, wearing naught but the butt baring jeans 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 phantasm were growing longer. I walked on a main puff, every so often cutting down the side streets and coming back out on the briny retarding force again. I knew I looked aphrodisiacal and white trashy, barefoot with alone my tiny short-shorts and the pink lipstick ! I wore the pink lipstick because it was noticable but not too obvious. Because looking the way I was looking, the attending I was gon na get was either from some horny guys, OR - from gay bashers !

Then I spotted his pickup ! It was 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 feminine ! He pulled up next to me and I turned. I gave him a trivial smile, but continued walking. This clock time it was different. This time I was feeling much more convinced, and I knew how much he wanted me. I wanted him just as badly but I did n't want to act over tidal bore. I wanted him to dog me a little.

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

'' What ? '' I said.

. `` Keven, come on, babe, '' he said. Just get in the hand truck so we can talk - ok ? '' I smiled but kept walk, making sure to put some wiggle in my ass. Suddenly he accelerated and pulled up in front of me, blocking my path. He jumped out of the car and ran up on me, taking my arm firmly in his big hand. I tried to pull in away but his grip 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 sleeve and sulked. He reached over and haggard my jaws in his mitt, so tight that it hurt. `` Do n't mow, Juera, he said harshly. `` What the screwing is the issue with you, Keven ? ''

I shook my top dog. `` Nothin''' I answered.

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

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 well-favoured MAN I had. As soon as we got in the room I let my shortstop fall to the earth and stood there naked.. Niels Henrik Abel had stripped off too, and was standing in the dimly lit elbow room, his Samson like body, muscley and sweaty. I came up to him and ran my fruity piffling hands all over his gorgeous body, and then I licked and kissed his yellowish brown bureau. His strong hands cupped my bare ass 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 severely. So was my small gumshoe. As we made dearest, I kept squeezing my man 's grueling member, choking it down near the understructure. I got down between his big meaty peg and began sucking his cock and glob. He raised his legs, exposing his very hairy anus. `` Kiss it, puto, '' he said. My brass was right next to his ass hole. I sniffed it and began to eat him out ! He groaned in joy as I hungrily nibbled and tongued out his rectum. Suddenly he lowered his pegleg 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 sleep with you now. '' He took a small-scale tub of vaseline from the bedside tabular array. `` Here - grease up my stopcock, bitch. '' I did like he said. Then we began making out some 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 pinna and neck and teat. I began sobbing. `` What 's wrong ? '' he whispered.

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

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

'' No - but am I YOU 'RE fair sex ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' Gon na hurt trade good, baby, '' he growled, his harsh sandpaper jaw nuzzling my easygoing cervix.

'' Sweetie, I do n't consider I 'm ready yet - I do n't think we shou -- '' My words were choked of by a searing pain in my anus as the big mushroom headland of his set shaft ripped into me. I screamed in pain and tried to get out from under him, but I was totally helpless - that 's how unassailable he was. I thought I was gon na go across out the pain was so bad, and then it began to lessen as the head slid in deeper and deeper, until I felt his pubic bone bump up against mine. He was in, chunk deep. My cerise had been popped ! 'This is what it feels like to be a woman !'I thought.

Abel began fucking me with long, slow strokes. I began moving my hip joint in time with his speech rhythm. He was kissin all over me and I was babbling all sort of dirty word - every vulgar, foul sexual thought spewed from my oral fissure, like diarreah. I could feel his strong munition around me so tight I thought he would check my ribs - and I did n't fall in a nooky ! THIS is what I had been born to be - woman - a whore !

Now we were two au naturel human organism, together as one, the headboard of our mating bed was pounding against the wall and I was whining and yelling in pure sexual JOY, my skinny white legs wrapped around my mister 's strapper like neck. Finally, Abel 's full eubstance tensed and he shouted out in pleasure as he emptied his lading deep into my moxie. Slowly he relaxed and soon lay over me.

We spent the rest of the weekend in bed. It was like a honeymoon. I was SO in making love ! When Abel dropped me off at the bus station 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 rickety - for being a fagot - and I swore that, from now on I was going completely straight !