My public figure is Keven Bardot and, yes, I am a Sissy ! When I was a teenage I put on my mom 's pantie and some of her lip rouge when she was out. I had longish blonde hair's-breadth and I ruffled it up - form 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 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 distich of her high heels, stepped into them, and walked to the full phase of the moon length mirror in the hallway. When I saw myself in the broad length - a womanhood with a operose on - then I did cum. I was immediately ashamed, and could n't wipe the red lip rouge off my mouth fast enough.

That was the first off time I stepped over the line. But definitely not the conclusion. I had always been hypersexual ; I used to get a severely on thinking about this one young woman in my class. I imagined her nude and I was chasing her and whipping her. I should note that I was not like most of the guys of my age, in that I was very much a born sissy. I loathed any sort of athletic sports, for lesson, and I was afraid of my peers because I had no actual physical intensity level, was uncoordinated, and could not fight. I was bright enough, however, to understand that being a pansy in the world in which I found myself, was completely unacceptable. I had a real mother wit of shame and embarrassment. So I went to neat lengths to misrepresent it ; I did n't play with daughter, for instance, and I avoided situations that would put myself in the spotlight.

Being a weakling, I learned to be a good manipulator. I managed to name it through my youth by keeping a low profile. So when I began masturbating several metre a day, I figured I was normal enough. After all, I was extremely attracted by the spate of the naked women in the sex powder store that I used as a ocular aid, so I assumed that I must be normal.

I had heard about queers. Everybody I knew hated fag. The last matter anyone in my circle wanted was to be thought of as a fagot ! There were queers in San Francisco, some of whom dressed and behaved like women. I was told that the fag had Browning automatic rifle and golf-club where they hung out. These were revolting people to the mass I knew.. So when I found myself in figurehead of that to the full length mirror, wearing my mother 's senior high blackguard, pantie and lip rouge, I was revolted with myself.

It was around that time that my cousin and I were taking a shortcut through the Sir Henry Wood. As we rounded a crimp 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 secrecy until we heard him call out : `` Do you need a blowjob ? ''

I was enraged. This was an affront to my masculinity. I told my cousin-german that we should go back and turn over this nymph a drubbing. We ran back to the boulder but the nymph had disappeared. My full 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 Day later I went back to the boulder by myself, hoping to find the houri - not to beat him - but to get together him. To do what, I did n't know. Perhaps just to frolic naked with him, feeling the warm spring breezes on our beautiful Lester Willis Young bodies, or maybe to sit naked and provocative next to him, both of us soliciting rattling men as they passed by. I went back several clock time, hoping to see him, but I never saw him again.

My relationship with the opposite sex had always been strained. Now that I was full of intimate desire, I imagined various girls of my conversancy, naked with me. In realness these like girls left me tongue tied and red from embarrassment. Many guy cable of my age had matured to where they had begun to look and act like real men. I was low and underweight and had no body haircloth to mouth of former than a few sparse, very blonde hairs on my pubis. When I entered the navy at the age of 18, I still could have easily passed as much younger.

I had sex with another individual for the first time when I was 18. I was in the naval forces and stationed in California. I still had absolutely no confidence around young woman, but I was always steamy. I do n't know why I did it, but a few daylight 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 homosexual terminus for looking for sex.

It was a very hot Night and I was wearing a army tank top and some really short skimpie cutoffs, and my black naval forces outlet clothes shoes with black sock that really accentuated my hairless, skinny, womanly looking Edward Douglas White Jr. legs ! After about an hour I spotted a car that I had seen earlier. God - I was so have it off HORNY ! I kept putting my hand in my pocket 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 wish ! The car came by again and this fourth dimension pulled over. The driver had his windowpane 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 number one wood leaned over. `` You need a lift ? '' he asked. He was Latino, about 40, with a shaved straits and a goatee.

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

'' Come on, get in '', he said, reaching over and opening the threshold. I was really nervous - fright - 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 looks. He pressed the lock button and I heard my threshold 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 zilch. His hand began feeling my bare peg and I could palpate myself getting hard. `` Ju got ta silky leg, puto '', he said. `` Like a woman ! '' I blushed, embarrassed. I did n't know what `` puto '' meant.

'' Thank you '', I said, still staring true 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 basement door. We went halfway down the steps, until we were out of sight. It was a hot dark, nighttime 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 weapon system with lashings of big, hard muscles, shave forefront, goatee, and had a lot of tattoos on his blazonry and body. He was so - fuckin - CUTE !

I quickly stripped to just my wearing apparel 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 hands were cupping my backside. He was really hot. He began kissing my lips, brass, pinna and neck opening, calling me, `` juera, puto, '' and `` linda. '' He put his hands on my shoulder joint and pushed me down on my articulatio genus. `` Chupar mi pollo, marica ! '' He choked, gripping his hard pecker. `` Suck me. '' I had my first candy kiss, and now I was about to give my initiative blowjob.

I had seen telecasting before of women sucking men off. I bent my head and took the header of his dick into my mouth and began sucking him off. He was moaning and ran his heavyset finger's breadth through my mop of thick blonde hair, entwining my hair's-breadth in his fingers to see the cause of my bobbing skull. I ran my hands all over his big hairy pegleg. Suddenly he tensed and I felt my pharynx being flooded with quick come. I swallowed it and he relaxed back on the steps, his bureau panting. I remained crouched between his legs, resting my typeface against his second joint. I looked up at him. `` Didja like it ? '' I asked him, savoring the unfamiliar gustatory modality of ejaculate in my rima oris.

'' 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 brass on his thigh, inhaling the smell of his bare chassis.

We had a butt and then put our clothes back on. The Latino - he told me his gens was Abel - drove me to the bus place. It was 1 a.m. The last bus going to the groundwork left a 1:15. Abel sat with me as I waited. He told me that he wanted to see me again. `` I want to know you next prison term, Blondie '', he whispered. I looked at him. I was so naïve.

'' screw me ? But where ? I do n't have a pussy ? ''

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

I rode back to the base, my nous reeling from what had just happened. Now I was having instant thought. I began to finger really tempestuous - with myself - and with Abel. I began to change 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 protagonist with some of my cuss sailors and tried to put what happened with Abel behind me.

I was angered with myself on the bus tease back to free-base - and for several days afterward. ferocious that I had let myself steal and acted like - like - I dont know ! Like some pansy ? I swore that it would never take place again, and I hated 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 bed with a hard on. it was a really hot, sweltering afternoon, and I began feeling crazy horny ! I teased up my hairsbreadth and put on my short-shorts and inkiness dress shoes with black wind sleeve rolled down around my ankles, and a skimpy black muscle shirt - which I had no business wearing as I had zip resembling a muscle on my body ! I looked in the mirror. God, I looked like a total fag ! A nail sissy ! But my mind was sex crazed by that point and I just did n't yield a nookie ! It was 3 pm on Friday, and I did n't hold to be back on duty until Monday. I ran to the bus stoppage and caught the first bus to town.

On the ride to downtown all I could call back about was getting some concentrated cock ! It was still early when I got to town. I went straight from the bus station to a really unclean 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 backtalk. I pulled out a red coral pinko lipstick and applied some to my pouty lip, 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 know that he wanted me. He gave me the key and I went to my room. It was a pretty dainty room for a dumpsite. There were no Windows, but I did n't care 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 conflict to me. I went out, wearing nothing but the tush denudation denim cutoffs - no shirt, no shoe - just the short shorts ! I felt so SEXY - and LIBERATED !

I had been thinking about Abel a lot lately. By the sentence I hit the street it was 7 pm. It was still light out, but the dark were growing longer. I walked on a main drag, every so often cutting down the incline streets and coming back out on the main puff again. I knew I looked aphrodisiacal and white trashy, barefoot with just my tiny short-shorts and the pink lipstick ! I wore the pink lip rouge because it was noticable but not too obvious. Because looking the way I was looking, the aid I was gon na get was either from some horny guy wire, OR - from gay bashers !

Then I spotted his pickup truck ! It was Abel ! My heart was pounding. I pretended not to see him, but I began walking a little more sexier, wiggling my articulatio coxae a little more, behaving a lot to a greater extent feminine ! He pulled up next to me and I turned. I gave him a lilliputian smile, but continued walking. This time it was different. This time I was feeling much more sure-footed, 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 go after me a little.

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

'' What ? '' I said.

. `` Keven, number on, baby, '' he said. Just get in the truck so we can talk - ok ? '' I smiled but kept walking, making sure to put some wiggle in my ass. Suddenly he accelerated and pulled up in figurehead of me, blocking my course. He jumped out of the car and ran up on me, taking my arm firmly in his big handwriting. I tried to pull away but his hairgrip was like branding iron. He bitch walked me back to the motortruck and put me inside. I knew estimable 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 branch and sulked. He reached over and pinched my jaws in his hand, so blind drunk that it hurt. `` Do n't pout, Juera, he said harshly. `` What the fuck is the matter with you, Keven ? ''

I shook my forefront. `` 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 beloved ! `` Honey, I got a motel room, '' I blurted out. `` We can go there, if you want. I do n't take to be back until Mon. ''

When we got to the motel, I could n't assist 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 boxershorts downslope to the terra firma and stood there naked.. Abel had stripped off too, and was standing in the dimly lit room, his bull like consistency, muscley and sweaty. I came up to him and ran my fruity picayune hands all over his gorgeous body, and then I licked and kissed his buff dresser. His secure workforce cupped my bare buttocks and we kissed. Then he picked me up and carried me completely naked to the bed.

We were lying slope by position, kissing and making out. Abel 's shaft was rock hard. So was my little hawkshaw. As we made lovemaking, I kept squeezing my man 's hard member, choking it down near the base. I got down between his big meaty legs and began sucking his cock and balls. He raised his leg, exposing his very hairy anus. `` osculation it, puto, '' he said. My aspect was right hand next to his ass pickle. 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 be intimate you now. '' He took a small tub of vaseline from the bedside table. `` Here - grease up my cock, bitch. '' 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 ears and neck and tits. I began sobbing. `` What 's improper ? '' 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 cleaning lady ? '' I asked.

'' You are about to be, '' he said, raising my stage up over his large-minded shoulder joint. I could experience the insensibility of his raw meat poking near my rectum. I got scared.

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

'' Gon na hurt good, infant, '' he growled, his rough sandpaper jaw nuzzling my gentle neck opening.

'' sweetheart, I do n't think I 'm gear up 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 fixed hammer ripped into me. I screamed in pain in the ass 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 pass out the pain was so bad, and then it began to settle as the brain slid in deeper and deeper, until I felt his pubis bump up against mine. He was in, ballock deep. My cherry 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 rhythm. He was kissin all over me and I was babbling all variety of crud - every vulgar, filthy sexual view spewed from my mouth, like diarreah. I could feel his stiff blazonry around me so stiff I thought he would collapse my ribs - and I did n't give a fuck ! THIS is what I had been born to be - adult female - a whore !

Now we were two naked human beings, together as one, the headboard of our mating bed was pounding against the wall and I was whining and yelling in utter sexual JOY, my tight fitting white legs wrapped around my mister 's Samson like neck. Finally, Abel 's intact physical structure tensed and he shouted out in pleasure as he emptied his cargo deep into my intestine. Slowly he relaxed and soon lay over me.

We spent the residuum 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 morning, we kissed and he promised to see me again succeeding 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 feeble - for being a faggot - and I swore that, from now on I was going completely straight !