Some of the item in this story is fiction, but it is

strongly based on my low experience of `` dressing '' and

the upshot. I think of it as `` enhanced truth '', for

as the Irish whiskey say `` a good fib should always improve in

the tattle ''. For the record I spent various years as a

tyke with a house full of Irish navvies, and corking

rachis in the tardy 1960 's I came home on leave from the US Army

to rule my female parent was away looking after her jr. sister

who was ill. My Fatherhood had disappeared when I was a baby

so I had the place to myself. All my old couple were working

during the day and pussywhipped by their wives/girlfriends in

the evening.


By day three I was bored silly and, although the abominable

'' passion killer '' tights were the usual wear for missy at the

metre, I had begun my sake in girls when stockings and

suspender were normal ( far easier to get your hands in a

girls knickers with those ).


I knew mother wore `` sus '' as I had watched her clipping on

stockings and loading her bra 's as long as I could remember.

So I rummaged through female parent drawers and found circle of tan

stockings ( not practically choice of colors then, even contraband was rarefied

and regarded as too sexy for day to day wear ).

Next I found her corsets and gallus belts, slips etc, and

soon sat in a mystifying, boned white stays with the four suspenders

attached with those little triangular pill to tan nylon stockings.


These had very little stretch in them so once attached they and

the boning gave a feeling of tight containment which I really

enjoyed. With the myopic brace tabs and stockings designed to

only reach mid thigh, the square edge of the corset stopped at

the merchant ship of my arse cheeks at the tooshie and pressed hard on

the substructure of my dick at the nominal head, giving delightful feelings,

the unanimous thing had me bone hard, which tented the white silky

shimmy I was wearing.


For an hour or more, I sat in presence of a mirror, moving my legs

to `` shoot '' stocking tops and white thigh build, and occasionally

my own cock, all very sexy but no pics then unless you were rich

enough to own a Polaroid.


After wetting my thighs and stocking acme with my own cum, I cleaned

up and with `` rule '' clothes on swarm into the nearby grocery town. As

fate would have got it I found a parking shoes close to the town heart

world commode, the old underground eccentric, now sadly gone in almost places.

This small town loo only had two traps, but I would go and read both

doors, like any normal male.


Soon I was sat in a trap reading the dirty stories, still at that

stage mainly hetro, with the odd gay one and zero TV tales. As I

bent-grass forward to record a expert one at the arse of the door, something

touched my skid, and looking down I saw a fist giving the wanking

sign and then wiggled a centre finger's breadth. I understood the wanking bit

but at the clock time Did n't infer the finger ( I found out not very

lots later ).


My straightaway chemical reaction was to draw up my pant and leave the loo

and sit in my car, while I sorted my intellection out. I adjusted my

mirror to learn the ( only ) loo entranceway. while I watched I tried to

sort out in my own mind what had just happened. I decided that there

must be a eyehole in the sectionalisation and I had flashed my bare arsehole to

the early bunker when reading material. The wanking bit I understood, but that

finger wiggling had me. I even considered that there was a untried miss

in there, wanting to swap a wank for a purulent fingering ( yes I was

that naive ).


After ten transactions no-one had entered or left the loo and I walked back

over, down the steps and back into my original snare. I dropped my

trousers, faced the partition, and put one foot slightly under the gap

at the tail end. my foot was tapped and soon a note passed under, saying

'' CUM IN here ''.


Going next door took only a momment, and the threshold was locked behind me.

I found a 50ish man who put his cock in my hand and started stroking

mine. As we faced each other, he leant in and started kissing me, which

I started returning without thinking, finding it very enjoyable before any

bad chemical reaction came, so I kissed back severe with maximum clapper action.

His dislodge paw started groping my arse and soon I found out what the

wiggly finger have in mind and did. He had some lubricant on and I found I

was enjoying it.


Breaking the kiss I whispered that I had a safety situation, transport near

and about my dressing that sunup. He told me his epithet was John and

I told him mine was Michael Soon we were driving to my space

both stroking the others cock. Once plate we went to the bedchamber and I

put on the corsette and stockings from the cockcrow. As he got naked. I

started to feel very sexy in my gear and started kissing him hard again

as he explored my body with his hired hand.


On the driving force up I had asked him to learn me about man to man sex, so

when we finished kissing we lay on the bed and he stroked me as he

told me that he had started when in a Prison-of-War encampment for several years.

Quite a few of them had taken to it and he 'd love it ever since,


He started by saying that he was a `` Top '' who did the fucking and expected

to take his prick sucked. He said that he thought that as I had started by

binding, that I would become a `` bottomland '' who would suck up stopcock and take it up

my arse. I had not thought any of this through, but when I immagined myself

in both roller, my cock stiffened as I thought of being a bottom.


SO, JUST ilk THAT, MY NEW situation IN aliveness WAS DECIDED ! !


Trully we are ruled by our cocks.


He started by showing me how to suck his pecker, controlling the penetration

by holding the base of the turncock and as much more of its length as needed.

I learned to peel back the prepuce from the helmet with my rim and to

push the tip of my tongue into his pee-slit. to slide my lingua under the

cock and to always hold on my teeth clear of this precious heart. Soon I was

really getting into it with my head word bobbing up and down over his groin.


He told me to slow down, as he wanted to pop my cherry, so I started to

do one `` bob '' every five seconds or so, keeping him deep in my mouth at the

end of each one, as I relaxed my grip on his cock to provide a little more

in each metre. As I started to gag a petty, he told me to try swallowing

as his cockhead entered my throat, which helped, and I really wanted to feel

his pubic hairs on my back talk, and soon did.


All this kept him prissy and hard, and got me used to having a cock in my

mouth and pharynx for extended menses. Meanwhile, he was fingering ( that wiggle

again ) my arsehole with some lubricating substance ( by the end of the session I was

using his verbal description, and calling it my `` pussy '' ). One, two, then three digit

entered my pussycat to their full length, stroking in and out and round and daily round

to set me for my low fucking, always momentous for a `` female child '' as I was

beginning to think of myself. Its shady how fingers up your pussy can modify

your perceptions.


John then asked me to kneel on the edge of the bed, arse in air and head down

into a pillow, while he stood on the floor behind me at just the right hight to

enter me. He placed his cockhead at my greased, and still slightly dilated,

pussy, pushing firmly forward and telling me to try to act as if I was pushing

a turd out ( which, perhaps counter-intuitively, opened my pussy up ). A inadequate full point

of pressing, and then his cockhead just slid through with an inch or so below

the helmet, I was no longer a virgin, but part way to being a true `` female child ''.


I experienced some rebuff pain, but his preparation had done the job, and after a

couple of minutes for my body to set, he began to slowly play his wax length

in. Out an inch, back in one and a one-half, adding lube at every out solidus til

the hairs that had tickled my chin, now tickled my cheeks. Again he paused, this

time fully in me, for a couple of transactions to get me used to a kitty-cat entire, then

slid fully out, but straight back in again, working the entryway muscles, which was

still slightly painful, as well as getting my deeper intestine used to the invasion

of hard meat. After a few minutes of this, and after all pain stopped as he

re-entered me, he began a slightly shorter diagonal, still going fully in, but leaving

his cockhead in all the sentence. He speeded up his strokes and said `` now we are really

fucking '' as I began to, quite naturely force back into his thrusts.


Without warning, I had an intense orgasm, spilling loads of punk onto the tabloid,

corsette and stockings, and thrashing about moaning. He gripped my pelvic girdle hard and

'' Rode The Panthera tigris '', all the sentence fucking me knockout and faster, till I had another,

less intense but much longer cum, gripping him with hard cramp of my slit and

taking him over the edge into his. My bowels getting a boneheaded coating of his sperm cell,

enough to make various sister if I had had the right equipment.


Both our peter slowly wilted after such an acute fuck, til his dropped out with

a diffuse `` plop '', and his spunk flowed out of my slit and joined that on the sheets.


bathroom stayed several more hours, fucking me twice more, by which time he was knackered

and my pussy was a bit sore ( before he left he annointed my pussy with a salve to

get it ready for the next day ). That came out of our talking as we kissed and

fondled between roll in the hay. He knew that I had ten twenty-four hours leave left and nothing to do and

that I wanted more example in sex. He told me that after today, he might only handle

two fucks tomorrow, but that I deserved more ( I agreed ). So he would get along `` tenish ''

with a couplet of his `` Top '' friends, to continue My `` initiation ''. They would also bestow

some nicer ( that is to say sexier ) clothes for me to wear.


Rather than consume me pack him back to where we had met, he used our earpiece to name

one of those champion, Sam, to clean him up. he came in briefly and after intromission,

he pulled out his cock to show me. It was MUCH heavy than Johns, and I think Sam

and I would have fucked there and then, had not John intervened, saying that I had

been fucked enough for the first day and could be damaged or put-off by more. But

that a commodity nights rest would have me ready for fuller sessions the next day.


Saint John was certainly aright about the last bit, and I trusted him after the way he had

taken me through my first base stair in mano-a-mano sex so I waved them on their way.


As I lay in bed and just before sleeping it occoured to me the I had started the

day very bored and finished it `` very bored '' in a different way.


Perhaps tomorrow Night would witness me even more bored ?


I HOPED SO !

the great unwashed they were.

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