My name is Keven Bardot and, yes, I am a Sissy ! When I was a teen I put on my mom 's step-in and some of her lipstick when she was out. I had longish blonde pilus and I ruffled it up - kind of teased it up - and when I looked in her chest mirror, I almost ejaculated. Because what I saw looking back at me was not a close excuse for a male. What I saw was an extremely sexy looking girlie-girl - and it was me ! I went to mom 's cupboard and picked out a yoke of her high heels, stepped into them, and walked to the full length mirror in the hallway. When I saw myself in the good distance - a woman with a hard on - then I did cum. I was immediately ashamed, and could n't wipe the red lipstick off my sassing fast enough.

That was the first clip I stepped over the job. But definitely not the last. I had always been hypersexual ; I used to get a concentrated on thinking about this one girl in my class. I imagined her naked and I was chasing her and whipping her. I should observe that I was not like near of the cat of my age, in that I was very much a born pantywaist. I loathed any sorting of gymnastic sports, for deterrent example, and I was afraid of my peers because I had no real physical strength, was uncoordinated, and could not fight. I was burnished enough, however, to understand that being a pansy in the existence in which I found myself, was completely unacceptable. I had a existent gumption of shame and embarrassment. So I went to peachy lengths to misrepresent it ; I did n't take on with girls, for example, and I avoided billet that would put myself in the spotlight.

Being a weakling, I learned to be a good operator. I managed to make it through my early days by keeping a low visibility. So when I began masturbating several sentence a day, I figured I was normal enough. After all, I was extremely attracted by the sight of the raw fair sex in the sex mag that I used as a optical aid, so I assumed that I must be normal.

I had heard about fagot. Everybody I knew hated pansy. The lastly affair anyone in my circle wanted was to be thought of as a poove ! There were fairy in San Francisco, some of whom dressed and behaved like womanhood. I was told that the queers had bars and clubs where they hung out. These were revolting people to the people I knew.. So when I found myself in front of that entire length mirror, wearing my female parent 's high heels, panties and lip rouge, I was revolted with myself.

It was around that prison term that my cousin-german 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 astonied secrecy until we heard him bid out : `` Do you desire a blowjob ? ''

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

A few daylight later I went back to the boulder by myself, hoping to find the nymph - not to beat him - but to join him. To do what, I did n't make out. Perhaps just to frolic naked with him, feeling the warm spring snap on our beautiful Whitney Moore Young Jr. bodies, or maybe to sit bare and provocative next to him, both of us soliciting literal men as they passed by. I went back various sentence, hoping to see him, but I never saw him again.

My family relationship with the diametric sex had always been strained. Now that I was full phase of the moon of sexual desire, I imagined various girl of my acquaintance, naked with me. In world these same girlfriend left me tongue tied and red from embarrassment. Many guys of my age had matured to where they had begun to wait and act like actual men. I was belittled and near and had no body hair to speak of early than a few sparse, very light-haired haircloth on my pubis. When I entered the navy at the age of 18, I still could have easily passed as much new.

I had sex with another somebody for the starting time time when I was 18. I was in the navy and stationed in Calif.. I still had absolutely no confidence around girls, but I was always steamy. I do n't know why I did it, but a few days after arriving at the base, I went walking through the sweltering hot city late at dark. I did n't know then that what I was doing was called `` cruising '', a homo full term for looking for sex.

It was a very hot night and I was wearing a tank top and some really light skimpie cutoffs, and my shameful navy military issue dress shoes with black socks that really accentuated my hairless, skinny, feminine looking Patrick 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 worry. I was so aroused I just did n't like ! The car came by again and this time pulled over. The driver had his window down. My heart was pounding and I was really nervous. Now I knew that this meter I was the houri, out for seduction. The driver leaned over. `` You need a elevation ? '' he asked. He was Latino, about 40, with a shaved foreland 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 threshold. I was really nervous - 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 intense looks. He pressed the ignition lock push button and I heard my room access 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 nothing. His paw began feeling my bare leg 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 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 lot. It was a hot Night, dark and very buck private. He stripped off his wifebeater and pulled off his jeans and undershorts, until he was naked in just his socks and workplace boots. He was really muscley, big weapon system with lots of big, hard musculus, shave head teacher, goatee, and had a lot of tattoos on his arms and torso. He was so - fuckin - CUTE !

I quickly stripped to just my attire place. As soon as I was naked he took me and pulled me close to his body, leaning down and kissing me deeply, his big manpower were cupping my buttocks. He was really hot. He began kissing my brim, human face, ears and neck opening, calling me, `` juera, puto, '' and `` linda. '' He put his hands on my berm and pushed me down on my knees. `` Chupar mi pollo, marica ! '' He choked, gripping his hard cock. `` Suck me. '' I had my start kiss, and now I was about to return my first blowjob.

I had seen videos before of adult female sucking men off. I bent my head and took the head of his dick into my mouthpiece and began sucking him off. He was moaning and ran his thick fingers through my mop of duncish 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 pegleg. Suddenly he tensed and I felt my throat being flooded with warm come. I swallowed it and he relaxed back on the steps, his chest heaving. I remained crouched between his legs, resting my human face against his thigh. I looked up at him. `` Didja like it ? '' I asked him, savoring the unfamiliar perceptiveness of semen in my mouth.

'' Oh that was so adept, `` juera '', he said. `` Where you learn to suck cock like that ? '' I blushed and put my head down. I felt so ... rightfulness, my cheek on his second joint, inhaling the smell of his bare flesh.

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

'' Fuck me ? But where ? I do n't have a slit ? ''

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

I rode back to the substructure, my forefront reeling from what had just happened. Now I was having mo thoughts. I began to find really angry - with myself - and with Abel. I began to channel my angriness 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 fellow skimmer and tried to put what happened with Abel behind me.

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

But guess 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 black garb brake shoe with black wind sock rolled down around my ankle joint, and a lean bleak brawn shirt - which I had no business wearing as I had nothing resembling a muscle on my body ! I looked in the mirror. God, I looked like a add up faggot ! A complete sissy ! But my mind was sex crazed by that period and I just did n't ease up a roll in the hay ! It was 3 pm on Fri, and I did n't receive to be back on duty until Monday. I ran to the bus hitch and caught the first bus to townspeople.

On the ride to downtown all I could think about was getting some punishing shaft ! It was still early 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 shop clerk was an previous bald headed mexican guy. He kept looking at me and licking his lips. I pulled out a coral pink lip rouge 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 bonk him or anything - he was old and ugly - but it turned me on to know that he wanted me. He gave me the key and I went to my way. It was a fairly nice room for a dump. There were no windowpane, but I did n't care about that anyway. And there was air conditioning ! I decided to go out and cruise, hoping to retrieve Abel - or some other raspy man - it made no remainder to me. I went out, wearing nothing but the can baring jeans cutoffs - no shirt, no shoe - just the unawares shorts ! I felt so SEXY - and LIBERATED !

I had been thinking about Abel a lot lately. By the clock time I hit the street it was 7 pm. It was still light out, but the fantasm were growing longer. I walked on a principal drag, every so often cutting down the position streets and coming back out on the main drag again. I knew I looked sexy and white trashy, barefoot with sole my tiny short-shorts and the pinko lip rouge ! I wore the garden 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 Guy, OR - from gay bashers !

Then I spotted his getaway ! It was Niels Abel ! My heart 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 than womanly ! He pulled up next to me and I turned. I gave him a little smile, but continued walking. This sentence it was different. This time I was feeling much more positive, 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 after me a little.

'' Keven, I wan na public lecture to you ! '' he said.I kept walking, but looked over my articulatio humeri, giving him a sexy look.

'' What ? '' I said.

. `` Keven, come on, baby, '' he said. Just get in the truck so we can talk - ok ? '' I smiled but kept walking, making indisputable to put some wriggle 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 away but his clench 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 piss him off and - well - who knows what he would do ?

He drove off and I folded my subdivision and sulked. He reached over and pinched my jaws in his paw, so tight that it hurt. `` Do n't sulk, Juera, he said harshly. `` What the screwing is the matter with you, Keven ? ''

I shook my caput. `` Nothin''' I answered.

`` It 's just that ... well I 've been lookin for you all night ! `` Jose pulled over and pulled me closing and kissed me deeply. Oh GOD ! Now I just KNEW I was in beloved ! `` 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 elbow room I let my shorts fall to the ground and stood there naked.. Abel had stripped off too, and was standing in the dimly lit way, his bull like body, muscley and sweaty. I came up to him and ran my fruity slight hands all over his gorgeous body, and then I licked and kissed his buff chest of drawers. His strong 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 slope, kissing and making out. Abel 's cock was rock punishing. So was my footling dick. As we made erotic love, I kept squeezing my man 's gruelling penis, choking it down near the base. I got down between his big meaty leg and began sucking his turncock and balls. He raised his pegleg, exposing his very hairy anus. `` kiss it, puto, '' he said. My face was flop next 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 screw you now. '' He took a small tub of vaseline from the bedside table. `` Here - grunge up my cock, cunt. '' 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 spike and neck and teat. I began sobbing. `` What 's ill-timed ? '' he whispered.

'' Oh, dearest, '' I sobbed. `` Am I like a womanhood ? ''

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

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

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

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

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

'' Sweetie, I do n't think I 'm gear up yet - I do n't recall we shou -- '' My words were choked of by a searing pain in my anus as the big mushroom-shaped cloud head of his fixed cock ripped into me. I screamed in painfulness 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 top out the pain in the ass was so bad, and then it began to subside as the fountainhead slid in deeper and deeper, until I felt his pubis bump up against mine. He was in, balls deep. My cherry had been popped ! 'This is what it feels like to be a woman !'I thought.

Abel began fucking me with long, deadening chance event. I began moving my hip joint in fourth dimension with his rhythm. He was kissin all over me and I was babbling all form of grime - every vulgar, nasty sexual thought spewed from my sassing, like diarreah. I could feel his strong munition around me so miserly I thought he would crock up my ribs - and I did n't give a fuck ! THIS is what I had been born to be - woman - a sporting lady !

Now we were two raw human beings, 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 clean legs wrapped around my Mister 's pig like neck. Finally, Abel 's intact consistence tensed and he shouted out in pleasure as he emptied his payload deep into my guts. Slowly he relaxed and soon lay over me.

We spent the balance of the weekend in bed. It was like a honeymoon. I was SO in lovemaking ! When Niels Henrik Abel dropped me off at the bus station on Monday aurora, 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 nance - and I swore that, from now on I was going completely straight !