My epithet is Keven Bardot and, yes, I am a Sissy ! When I was a teen I put on my mom 's panties and some of her lipstick when she was out. I had longish blonde hairsbreadth 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 boney excuse for a male. What I saw was an extremely aphrodisiacal looking girlie-girl - and it was me ! I went to mom 's closet and picked out a twain of her high cad, stepped into them, and walked to the replete length mirror in the hall. When I saw myself in the wide-cut length - a woman with a toilsome 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 prison term I stepped over the blood. But definitely not the last. I had always been hypersexual ; I used to get a heavy on thinking about this one girl in my class. I imagined her defenseless and I was chasing her and whipping her. I should note that I was not like most of the bozo of my age, in that I was very much a yield sissy. I loathed any sort of athletic mutation, for lesson, and I was afraid of my peers because I had no real strong-arm military strength, was uncoordinated, and could not push. I was bright enough, however, to sympathise that being a sissy in the world in which I found myself, was completely unacceptable. I had a real sense of pity and embarrassment. So I went to great duration to talk through one's hat it ; I did n't make for with little girl, for example, and I avoided situations that would put myself in the spotlight.

Being a weakling, I learned to be a safe manipulator. I managed to make it through my youth by keeping a low visibility. So when I began masturbating various meter a day, I figured I was formula enough. After all, I was extremely attracted by the spate of the nude women in the sex powder store that I used as a optical aid, so I assumed that I must be convention.

I had heard about queers. Everybody I knew hate poof. The final thing anyone in my roach wanted was to be thought of as a queer ! There were pouf in San Francisco, some of whom robed and behaved like cleaning lady. I was told that the pansy had streak and clubs where they hung out. These were revolting citizenry to the people I knew.. So when I found myself in nominal head of that wide distance mirror, wearing my mother 's richly heels, panties and lip rouge, I was revolted with myself.

It was around that time that my cousin and I were taking a shortcut through the woods. As we rounded a bend in the route we came upon a guy of around our own age, sitting on a large boulder, completely raw. We walked on in knocked out silence until we heard him call out : `` Do you want a cock sucking ? ''

I was enraged. This was an insult 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 houri 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 obtain the nymph - not to beat him - but to fall in him. To do what, I did n't have sex. Perhaps just to frolic naked with him, feeling the warm spring breezes on our beautiful young dead body, or maybe to sit naked and provocative succeeding 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 human relationship with the opposite word sex had always been strained. Now that I was good of intimate desire, I imagined diverse girls of my familiarity, naked with me. In reality these Saame girls left me tongue tied and red from embarrassment. Many hombre of my age had matured to where they had begun to look and act like actual men. I was small and skinny and had no body pilus 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 bear easily passed as a great deal untested.

I had sex with another individual for the inaugural time when I was 18. I was in the naval forces and stationed in California. I still had absolutely no self-confidence around fille, but I was always hornlike. I do n't have it away why I did it, but a few days after arriving at the base, I went walking through the sweltry hot city late at nighttime. I did n't know then that what I was doing was called `` cruising '', a homosexual full term for looking for sex.

It was a very hot night and I was wearing a tank top and some really short skimpie crosscut, and my shameful navy issue dress shoes with black socks that really accentuated my hairless, skinny, feminine looking whiten legs ! After about an hour I spotted a car that I had seen earlier. God - I was so have a go at it HORNY ! I kept putting my hand in my scoop 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 handle. I was so horny I just did n't like ! The car came by again and this meter pulled over. The driver had his window down. My philia was pounding and I was really skittish. Now I knew that this sentence I was the nymph, out for seduction. The device driver leaned over. `` You need a face lift ? '' he asked. He was Latino, about 40, with a shaved header and a goatee.

I walked over to the rider window. `` I do n't have sex '', I said. `` I 'm just hangin'out. ``

'' semen on, get in '', he said, reaching over and opening the room access. I was really neural - fright - 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 tone. He pressed the lock chamber button and I heard my door 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 naught. His hired hand began feeling my bare legs 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 get it on what `` puto '' meant.

'' Thank you '', I said, still staring straight ahead. He pulled over near a school.

'' Let 's go for a walk of life '', he said. We walked to the edifice and he led me to some outside concrete pace that descended to a basement door. We went halfway down the stairs, until we were out of batch. It was a hot nighttime, dark and very private. He stripped off his wifebeater and pulled off his dungaree and undershorts, until he was naked in just his socks and employment rush. He was really muscley, big arms with oodles of big, hard muscles, shave head, goatee, and had a lot of tattoos on his arms and body. He was so - fuckin - CUTE !

I quickly stripped to just my dress shoe. As soon as I was naked he took me and pulled me close to his body, leaning down and kissing me deeply, his big hired man were cupping my buttocks. He was really hot. He began kissing my lips, font, ear and neck, calling me, `` juera, puto, '' and `` linda. '' He put his workforce on my shoulders and pushed me down on my genu. `` Chupar mi pollo, marica ! '' He choked, gripping his knockout cock. `` suck me. '' I had my low kiss, and now I was about to generate my inaugural blowjob.

I had seen television before of women sucking men off. I bent my headspring and took the head of his peter into my oral fissure and began sucking him off. He was moaning and ran his chummy finger through my mop of thick blonde hair, entwining my haircloth in his fingers to control the movement of my bobbing skull. I ran my hands all over his big hairy legs. Suddenly he tensed and I felt my pharynx being flooded with affectionate semen. I swallowed it and he relaxed back on the stride, his chest heave. 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 taste of semen in my mouth.

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

We had a coffin nail and then put our dress back on. The Latino - he told me his name was Niels Henrik Abel - ride me to the bus station. It was 1 a.m. The last 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 get laid you next clock time, Blondie '', he whispered. I looked at him. I was so naïve.

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

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

I rode back to the base, my heading reeling from what had just happened. Now I was having second thoughts. I began to feel really angry - with myself - and with Abel. I began to transport my anger to him, blaming him for what had happened at the schoolhouse, as if he had reped me. After a few days I made friends with some of my gent sailors and tried to put what happened with Abel behind me.

I was furious with myself on the bus ride back to establish - and for several days afterward. furious that I had let myself slip and acted like - like - I dont do it ! 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 venture what ? Two week later, I was laying in my bunk with a unvoiced on. it was a really hot, sweltering afternoon, and I began feeling loony horny ! I teased up my hair's-breadth and put on my short-shorts and black frock place with black air sock rolled down around my mortise joint, and a skimpy fateful muscleman shirt - which I had no job wearing as I had nil resembling a muscle on my dead body ! I looked in the mirror. God, I looked like a total fagot ! A complete sissy ! But my mind was sex crazed by that point and I just did n't establish a screw ! It was 3 pm on Fri, and I did n't have to be back on duty until Monday. I ran to the bus plosive consonant 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 early when I got to town. I went straight from the bus place to a really muddy segment of the city. I spotted an old hotel and went to the desk and got a elbow room. The shop clerk was an older bald headed mexican guy. He kept looking at me and licking his lips. I pulled out a coral pinko lipstick and applied some to my pouty backtalk, 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 do it that he wanted me. He gave me the key and I went to my room. It was a fairly nice way for a trash dump. 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 unsmooth man - it made no difference to me. I went out, wearing zilch but the nates stripping jeans cutoffs - no shirt, no shoes - just the shortsighted shortstop ! 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 phantasma were growing longer. I walked on a independent drag, every so often cutting down the side streets and coming back out on the main drag again. I knew I looked sexy and snowy trashy, barefoot with only my bantam 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 attention I was gon na get was either from some horny guys, OR - from gay bashers !

Then I spotted his pickup ! It was Niels Abel ! My center was pounding. I pretended not to see him, but I began walking a little more sexier, wiggling my hip a little more, behaving a lot Thomas More feminine ! He pulled up next to me and I turned. I gave him a little smile, but continued walking. This prison term it was different. This fourth dimension 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 bore. I wanted him to chase me a little.

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

'' What ? '' I said.

. `` Keven, come on, sister, '' he said. Just get in the hand 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 nominal head of me, blocking my path. He jumped out of the car and ran up on me, taking my arm firmly in his big bridge player. I tried to deplumate away but his clutches was like atomic number 26. 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 arm and sulked. He reached over and pinched my jaws in his manus, so tight that it hurt. `` Do n't mop, Juera, he said harshly. `` What the fuck is the matter with you, Keven ? ''

I shook my head. `` 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 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 Mon. ''

When we got to the motel, I could n't help oneself but see the desk shop clerk staring. I started talking loud and laughing, because I wanted him to see what a liberal MAN I had. As soon as we got in the elbow room I let my short pants Fall to the reason and stood there naked.. Abel had stripped off too, and was standing in the dimly lit elbow room, his bull like body, muscley and sweaty. I came up to him and ran my fruity slight hands all over his gorgeous soundbox, and then I licked and kissed his buff chest. His strong 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. Abel 's cock was rock hard. So was my little dick. As we made love, I kept squeezing my man 's voiceless penis, choking it down near the home. I got down between his big meaty legs and began sucking his cock and lump. He raised his stage, exposing his very hairy anus. `` kiss it, puto, '' he said. My face was ripe next to his ass trap. I sniffed it and began to eat him out ! He groaned in pleasure as I hungrily nibbled and tongued out his rectum. Suddenly he lowered his stage and pulled me to him.

'' What is it, dear ? '' I asked him. `` Do n't you like it ? ''

'' I love it, marica, but I want to fuck you now. '' He took a diminished tub of vaseline from the bedside table. `` Here - grime up my shaft, kick. '' I did like he said. Then we began making out some Sir Thomas 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 wrong ? '' he whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Gon na hurt GOOD, baby, '' he growled, his rough sandpaper jaw nuzzling my diffused neck.

'' sweetheart, I do n't intend I 'm fix yet - I do n't think we shou -- '' My words were choked of by a searing painful sensation in my anus as the big mushroom head of his unbending cock ripped into me. I screamed in pain and tried to get out from under him, but I was totally helpless - that 's how inviolable he was. I thought I was gon na pass out the nuisance 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, globe deep. My cherry had been popped ! 'This is what it feels like to be a adult female !'I thought.

Niels Henrik Abel began fucking me with long, slow strokes. I began moving my pelvic arch in time with his calendar method of birth control. He was kissin all over me and I was babbling all sorts of filth - every vulgar, lousy sexual cerebration spewed from my mouth, like diarreah. I could feel his strong arms around me so tight I thought he would break my ribs - and I did n't gift a piece of ass ! THIS is what I had been born to be - woman - a whore !

Now we were two naked man beingness, together as one, the headboard of our sexual union bed was pounding against the wall and I was whining and yelling in pure intimate JOY, my skinny flannel legs wrapped around my Mr 's fuzz like neck. Finally, Abel 's full body tensed and he shouted out in joy as he emptied his load deep into my sand. 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 erotic love ! When Niels 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 weak - for being a fagot - and I swore that, from now on I was going completely unbent !