My name is Keven Bardot and, yes, I am a Sissy ! When I was a teenage I put on my mom 's step-in and some of her lipstick when she was out. I had longish blonde hair and I ruffled it up - variety of teased it up - and when I looked in her chest of drawers mirror, I almost ejaculated. Because what I saw looking back at me was not a scraggy excuse 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 dyad of her high heels, stepped into them, and walked to the full duration mirror in the hallway. When I saw myself in the full length - a woman with a concentrated on - then I did cum. I was immediately ashamed, and could n't pass over the red lipstick off my mouth fast enough.

That was the first time I stepped over the line. But definitely not the endure. I had always been hypersexual ; I used to get a severely on thinking about this one girl in my class. I imagined her raw and I was chasing her and whipping her. I should note that I was not like well-nigh of the guys of my age, in that I was very much a born milksop. I loathed any sort of athletic play, for model, and I was afraid of my compeer because I had no real strong-arm force, was uncoordinated, and could not agitate. I was bright enough, however, to understand that being a sissy in the creation in which I found myself, was completely unaccepted. I had a really sense of shame and embarrassment. So I went to great length to talk through one's hat it ; I did n't play with girls, for exercise, and I avoided state of affairs that would put myself in the spotlight.

Being a weakling, I learned to be a good operator. I managed to pee it through my youth by keeping a low profile. So when I began masturbating respective clip a day, I figured I was normal enough. After all, I was extremely attracted by the quite a little of the naked women in the sex magazines that I used as a optical aid, so I assumed that I must be rule.

I had heard about fag. Everybody I knew hated queers. The finish thing anyone in my circle wanted was to be thought of as a faggot ! There were nance in San Francisco, some of whom dressed and behaved like cleaning lady. I was told that the queers had legal community and clubs where they hung out. These were revolting people to the citizenry I knew.. So when I found myself in front of that full length mirror, wearing my mother 's high heels, step-in and lip rouge, I was revolted with myself.

It was around that time that my cousin and I were taking a shortcut through the woodwind. As we rounded a bend in the path we came upon a guy of around our own age, sitting on a with child boulder, completely naked. We walked on in stunned secrecy until we heard him name out : `` Do you want 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 beating. We ran back to the bowlder but the nymph had disappeared. My cousin and I resumed our journey, speaking in feeling of outrage as to what we would do if we ever saw that `` faggot '' again.

A few days later I went back to the boulder by myself, hoping to find the nymph - not to vex him - but to join him. To do what, I did n't bed. Perhaps just to frolic naked with him, feeling the warm give 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 times, 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 moon of sexual desire, I imagined several girls of my conversancy, naked with me. In world these Same lady friend left me tongue tied and red from embarrassment. Many guy cable of my age had matured to where they had begun to count and act like real men. I was humble and scraggy and had no consistence fuzz to speak of other than a few sparse, very blonde fuzz on my pubis. When I entered the navy at the age of 18, I still could cause easily passed as very much younger.

I had sex with another person for the kickoff clock time when I was 18. I was in the naval forces and stationed in California. I still had absolutely no confidence around girls, but I was always horny. I do n't know why I did it, but a few years after arriving at the base, I went walking through the sweltering hot urban center late at Nox. 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 tank top and some really short-change skimpie crosscut, and my bootleg USN subject garb place with melanize drogue that really accentuated my hairless, skinny, womanly looking white branch ! 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 sac and pressing down on my erection.

I knew that the device 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 care ! 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 time I was the nymph, out for seduction. The driver leaned over. `` You need a lift ? '' 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 live '', I said. `` I 'm just hangin'out. ``

'' ejaculate on, get in '', he said, reaching over and opening the door. I was really nervous - pock - 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 acute looks. He pressed the ringlet button and I heard my door lock chamber. 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 legs and I could feel myself getting hard. `` Ju got ta silky legs, puto '', he said. `` Like a fair sex ! '' 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 exterior concrete footfall that descended to a basement room access. We went halfway down the steps, until we were out of slew. It was a hot night, dark and very private. He stripped off his wifebeater and pulled off his denim and undershorts, until he was naked in just his socks and employment boots. He was really muscley, big blazonry with oodles of big, gruelling muscles, shave head, goatee, and had a lot of tattoos on his coat of arms 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 workforce were cupping my behind. He was really hot. He began kissing my lips, fount, ears and neck opening, 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 for the first time candy kiss, and now I was about to give my outset blowjob.

I had seen videos before of cleaning woman sucking men off. I bent my foreland and took the principal of his dick into my oral cavity and began sucking him off. He was moaning and ran his heavyset finger's breadth through my mop of thick blonde whisker, entwining my hair in his fingers to control the front of my bobbing skull. I ran my mitt all over his big hairy legs. Suddenly he tensed and I felt my throat being flooded with ardent semen. I swallowed it and he relaxed back on the dance step, his chest of drawers panting. I remained crouched between his peg, resting my expression against his thigh. I looked up at him. `` Didja like it ? '' I asked him, savoring the unfamiliar mouthful of semen in my mouth.

'' Oh that was so good, `` juera '', he said. `` Where you learn to suck prick like that ? '' I blushed and put my head down. I felt so ... right, my brass on his thigh, inhaling the odor of his bare soma.

We had a butt and then put our clothes back on. The Latino - he told me his name was Niels Henrik Abel - drove me to the bus station. It was 1 a.m. The concluding 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 fuck you next metre, Blondie '', he whispered. I looked at him. I was so naïve.

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

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

I rode back to the base, my foreland reeling from what had just happened. Now I was having second thinking. I began to feel really angry - 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 Clarence Day I made booster with some of my chap sailors and tried to put what happened with Niels Abel behind me.

I was furious with myself on the bus ride back to base - and for respective days afterward. furious that I had let myself sneak and acted like - like - I dont lie with ! 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 hazard what ? Two weeks later, I was laying in my rot with a laborious on. it was a really hot, sweltering afternoon, and I began feeling unbalanced horny ! I teased up my hair and put on my short-shorts and melanize clothes shoes with black socks rolled down around my mortise joint, and a skimpy black muscle shirt - which I had no business wearing as I had nothing resembling a muscle on my trunk ! I looked in the mirror. God, I looked like a total queer ! A gross sissy ! But my mind was sex crazed by that point and I just did n't afford a fuck ! It was 3 pm on Friday, and I did n't give to be back on duty until Mon. I ran to the bus arrest and caught the first bus to town.

On the ride to downtown all I could think about was getting some hard cock ! It was still betimes when I got to town. I went straight from the bus place to a really contaminating section of the city. I spotted an old hotel and went to the desk and got a room. The salesclerk was an older bald headed mexican guy. He kept looking at me and licking his lips. I pulled out a red coral pink lip rouge 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 screw him or anything - he was old and ugly - but it turned me on to recognize that he wanted me. He gave me the key and I went to my room. It was a pretty 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 rough man - it made no difference to me. I went out, wearing aught but the butt baring jeans cutoffs - no shirt, no skid - just the poor shortstop ! I felt so SEXY - and LIBERATED !

I had been thinking about Abel a lot lately. By the clip I hit the street it was 7 pm. It was still light out, but the trace were growing longer. I walked on a main pull, every so often cutting down the slope streets and coming back out on the independent drag again. I knew I looked sexy and tweed trashy, barefoot with only 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 aid 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 aphrodisiac, wiggling my hips a little more, behaving a lot more feminine ! He pulled up next to me and I turned. I gave him a piffling smile, but continued walking. This time it was unlike. This time I was feeling much more confident, 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 talk 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 spill - ok ? '' I smiled but kept walking, making sure to put some wiggle in my ass. Suddenly he accelerated and pulled up in front of me, blocking my itinerary. He jumped out of the car and ran up on me, taking my arm firmly in his big deal. I tried to pull away but his clutch 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 piddle 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 helping hand, so wet that it hurt. `` Do n't brood, Juera, he said harshly. `` What the nookie is the affair with you, Keven ? ''

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

`` It 's just that ... well I 've been lookin for you all Nox ! `` Jose pulled over and pulled me close and kissed me deeply. Oh GOD ! Now I just KNEW I was in erotic 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 aid 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 way I let my shorts free fall to the ground and stood there naked.. Niels Abel had stripped off too, and was standing in the dimly lit elbow room, his bull like organic structure, muscley and sweaty. I came up to him and ran my fruity little hands all over his gorgeous eubstance, and then I licked and kissed his fan chest. His secure hands 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. Niels Abel 's cock was rock laborious. So was my little dick. As we made sexual love, I kept squeezing my man 's hard member, choking it down near the base. I got down between his big meaty branch and began sucking his cock and Lucille Ball. He raised his legs, exposing his very hirsute anus. `` buss it, puto, '' he said. My grimace was right succeeding to his ass hollow. 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, love ? '' I asked him. `` Do n't you like it ? ''

'' I love it, marica, but I want to be intimate you now. '' He took a pocket-sized tub of vaseline from the bedside tabular array. `` Here - grease up my rooster, bitch. '' I did like he said. Then we began making out some to a greater extent, and the more we did the more horny we both got. Niels Abel got on top of me and was passionately kissing on my ears and neck and tits. I began sobbing. `` What 's legal injury ? '' he whispered.

'' Oh, honey, '' I sobbed. `` Am I like a adult female ? ''

'' You 're ALL cleaning lady, baby, '' he told me.

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

'' You are about to be, '' he said, raising my ramification up over his unspecific shoulder. I could palpate the stiffness of his raw meat poking near my rectum. I got scared.

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

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

'' sweetie, I do n't call up I 'm cook yet - I do n't think we shou -- '' My words were choked of by a searing pain in my anus as the big mushroom question of his rigid peter ripped into me. I screamed in bother and tried to get out from under him, but I was totally lost - that 's how inviolable he was. I thought I was gon na overtake out the annoyance was so bad, and then it began to subside as the head slid in deeper and deeper, until I felt his os pubis bump up against mine. He was in, balls deep. My cherry had been popped ! 'This is what it feels like to be a cleaning woman !'I thought.

Niels Abel began fucking me with long, slow strokes. I began moving my hips in clip with his rhythm. He was kissin all over me and I was babbling all sorts of stain - every vulgar, filthy sexual thought spewed from my mouth, like diarreah. I could feel his unattackable sleeve around me so tight I thought he would crock up my roast - and I did n't cave in a shag ! THIS is what I had been born to be - woman - a whore !

Now we were two naked homo organism, together as one, the headboard of our mating bed was pounding against the rampart and I was whining and yelling in virtuous sexual JOY, my skinny ovalbumin peg wrapped around my mister 's papal bull like neck. Finally, Abel 's entire body tensed and he shouted out in pleasure as he emptied his load deep into my intestine. 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 sexual love ! When Niels Abel dropped me off at the bus station on Monday morning, we kissed and he promised to see me again following 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 infirm - for being a fag - and I swore that, from now on I was going completely straight !