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The Love Of Being A Sissy. The Next Chapter. free porn video
As relationships often do, especially at such a young age, that first very special boy and I drifted apart. However, I was already well on my way to knowing what I wanted and needed, sexually anyways. Maybe I didn’t understand my desires, but I certainly began to know what they were.
I had explored being submissive. I had explored being wonderfully and lovingly used for another’s sexual pleasure, and I was ready for more. I became slightly more bold in my approach, no longer waiting for a boy to come to me, I would come to the boy... or man. Although I would love it if a boy did! I would lay awake at night thinking about boys coming up to me, taking me in their arms or coming up to me taking out their cocks, making me melt to my knees and suck them. But, I wasn’t going to wait for it. At that age, all I wanted, all I could think about was sex, and I was actively looking!
I began my search in the boys locker room at school. Trying not to be obvious, I would be slow to dress or forget something in the shower, just to get a look at some naked boys. Just to see some beautiful cock. The bathroom stalls in the locker room, as odd as it sounds, is where I took my boldest step to date. Seeing a boy at a stall, I went to the stall next to him, nervous and shaking, I tried to casually glance over at this cock, making sure he noticed me. With a look of disgust, that boy zipped up and left.
Please know these were not my proudest moments, but at that age, with those needs, my options were limited. Another boy walked in and I tried the same tactic. Nervous, but driven by lust, I looked over, getting a good look at his cock and he looked at me. I looked at him, smiled softly and gestured to a doored private stall. I was so nervous it felt like I was in slow motioned, the few feet to the stall seemed like a mile. I walked in the stall and nervously waited, hoping he had followed.
He did and I closed and locked the door behind him. Sitting on the toilet seat, I immediately started to fumble with his zipper and pants, my hands were shaking. Freeing his cock made me sigh. Now nature and desire took over. With my hands on his thighs, I pulled him to me and took his nice looking small soft cock into my mouth. No longer feeling nervous, I tightened my lips around his soft shaft and sucked and pulled him and his cock began to respond and swell. Feeling it harden in my mouth felt so wonderful, I loved the feeling. His cock now so rock hard, it pulsed. I pulled my mouth from him just to look at it, hard cock is so beautiful. Licking his tip made his cock jump, he needed this too. I slid my lips back over his firm, engored head and deep down his shaft. He braced himself against the stall walls and I could sense he was close to orgasm already. I moved my wet mouth back and forth on his wondeful hard dick until I felt his body tremble. Holding my mouth on him, I felt his sperm flood into me. The wonderful thick fluid coated my mouth and tongue before I swallowed it, then I began sucking him again, making him shake and tremble even more as my mouth pleasured his sensitive dick.
He quickly stuffed his still hard dick into his pants, zipped up quickly and left. Alone in the stall, I felt a little dirty and slutty, but I couldn’t decide if that was a bad thing or a good thing. I did know I satisfied my need for cock and cum, at least for the moment, and took a next important step. Even if I didn’t realize it at the time, sucking off an stranger is a Sissy’s rite of passage.
I wiped that boy’s wonderful cum from my face and walked out of the stall. My happiness instantly turned to dread, a Coach stood before me. The look on his face told me he knew what I had done. My heart dropped. Horrible thoughts raced through me head, would he tell my parents? Would I get kicked out? He lead me to the Coach’s office and closed the door. He told me to have a seat and then sat on the edge of the desk in front of me. “I know young boys like you have urges, but school is not the place for them.” he said, “Yes, sir” I answered, sheepish and embarrassed. “Men have needs too” he continued, “and sometimes it’s difficult to find someone to fulfill them.” My body and mind began to tingle. My urges telling me this more than a “teacher, student” moment. I couldn’t help myself, I had to ask, “Is there something I can help with?” The Coach looked down at me. His big, bearded face tan and rough from the sun, His big broad shoulders tightened and moved back. Somehow, I was not nearly as nervous as I was with that boy earlier. Somehow, the thought of being with a full grown man was even more natural.
As he looked down at me, I looked up at him and touched his leg. He shifted on the desk, moving his leg towards me and exposing his crotch. Whether I met to or not, I stared at his still clothed cock. Then surprised myself by running my hand up and rubbing his thigh. The rest was a heated, lustful blur. He slid off the desk and stood before me as I pulled at his waistband. Pulling them down, his manly cock sprang out. Not at all like the boys I had seen or knew before, he was hairy and thick, veiny and masculine. He grabbed my head and pulled my face into him. I fell deep into his manly pubic hair mound and smelt his manly, musky scent. He let out a low, manly, “ahhhhhh” sound and I licked his gorgeous cock up and down, from tip to hair covered base. His manhood swelled, becoming even thicker making me want him even more. His big, hairy hanging balls swung as I forced my lips over his fat cocks head and hit me on the chin. I had to feel them, I had to taste and lick them. I reached up and held his sack in my hand. They filled my hand and spilled over my palm. They were huge, so manly, so sexy. I licked each well defined testicle as they hung in his loose sack. My own cock was so hard I had to shift in my chair. I was so turned on!
“Oh yeah” he said, almost grunting. I continued to hold and lick his balls and brought my other hand to his shaft. Wrapping my fingers around his big, firm shaft. I stroked him. Coach began to moan and took my head back into his big hands and guided my mouth back to his cocks head. I eagerly stretched my lips and let him feed me his dick, stuffing my mouth as full as he could with his penis, I also moaned. Coach held the base of his cock and with his other hand still on the back of my head, stroked himself and moved his hips back and forth, now fucking the head of his cock into my out stretched mouth. I held his thighs, bracing myself against thrusts and rubbbed them in appreciation. He began to breath quicker, harder and moved his cock gripping hand faster. With a loud, “aaawwww” sound, he came. The first shot of his manly load filled my mouth, gagging me. I pulled off him but his hand held my face directly in front and within his spurting cocks range. Gagging and struggling to swallow his first stream of cum, his cock continued to shoot, covering my face with his sticky sperm. What a wonderful, amazing, sissy feeling. Coach handed me a towel and with his hand on my ass, sent me on my way.
I found the taste of his cum was wildly addictive as is the sensation of feeling a man’s body shake as he explodes. I was finding my greatest sexual satisfaction came from giving others satisfaction, especially grown, manly men. I was not only becoming totally and completely addicted to cock, but also to the sexual acts themselves and the excitement of a new “sissy” experience.
I had explored being submissive. I had explored being wonderfully and lovingly used for another’s sexual pleasure, and I was ready for more. I became slightly more bold in my approach, no longer waiting for a boy to come to me, I would come to the boy... or man. Although I would love it if a boy did! I would lay awake at night thinking about boys coming up to me, taking me in their arms or coming up to me taking out their cocks, making me melt to my knees and suck them. But, I wasn’t going to wait for it. At that age, all I wanted, all I could think about was sex, and I was actively looking!
I began my search in the boys locker room at school. Trying not to be obvious, I would be slow to dress or forget something in the shower, just to get a look at some naked boys. Just to see some beautiful cock. The bathroom stalls in the locker room, as odd as it sounds, is where I took my boldest step to date. Seeing a boy at a stall, I went to the stall next to him, nervous and shaking, I tried to casually glance over at this cock, making sure he noticed me. With a look of disgust, that boy zipped up and left.
Please know these were not my proudest moments, but at that age, with those needs, my options were limited. Another boy walked in and I tried the same tactic. Nervous, but driven by lust, I looked over, getting a good look at his cock and he looked at me. I looked at him, smiled softly and gestured to a doored private stall. I was so nervous it felt like I was in slow motioned, the few feet to the stall seemed like a mile. I walked in the stall and nervously waited, hoping he had followed.
He did and I closed and locked the door behind him. Sitting on the toilet seat, I immediately started to fumble with his zipper and pants, my hands were shaking. Freeing his cock made me sigh. Now nature and desire took over. With my hands on his thighs, I pulled him to me and took his nice looking small soft cock into my mouth. No longer feeling nervous, I tightened my lips around his soft shaft and sucked and pulled him and his cock began to respond and swell. Feeling it harden in my mouth felt so wonderful, I loved the feeling. His cock now so rock hard, it pulsed. I pulled my mouth from him just to look at it, hard cock is so beautiful. Licking his tip made his cock jump, he needed this too. I slid my lips back over his firm, engored head and deep down his shaft. He braced himself against the stall walls and I could sense he was close to orgasm already. I moved my wet mouth back and forth on his wondeful hard dick until I felt his body tremble. Holding my mouth on him, I felt his sperm flood into me. The wonderful thick fluid coated my mouth and tongue before I swallowed it, then I began sucking him again, making him shake and tremble even more as my mouth pleasured his sensitive dick.
He quickly stuffed his still hard dick into his pants, zipped up quickly and left. Alone in the stall, I felt a little dirty and slutty, but I couldn’t decide if that was a bad thing or a good thing. I did know I satisfied my need for cock and cum, at least for the moment, and took a next important step. Even if I didn’t realize it at the time, sucking off an stranger is a Sissy’s rite of passage.
I wiped that boy’s wonderful cum from my face and walked out of the stall. My happiness instantly turned to dread, a Coach stood before me. The look on his face told me he knew what I had done. My heart dropped. Horrible thoughts raced through me head, would he tell my parents? Would I get kicked out? He lead me to the Coach’s office and closed the door. He told me to have a seat and then sat on the edge of the desk in front of me. “I know young boys like you have urges, but school is not the place for them.” he said, “Yes, sir” I answered, sheepish and embarrassed. “Men have needs too” he continued, “and sometimes it’s difficult to find someone to fulfill them.” My body and mind began to tingle. My urges telling me this more than a “teacher, student” moment. I couldn’t help myself, I had to ask, “Is there something I can help with?” The Coach looked down at me. His big, bearded face tan and rough from the sun, His big broad shoulders tightened and moved back. Somehow, I was not nearly as nervous as I was with that boy earlier. Somehow, the thought of being with a full grown man was even more natural.
As he looked down at me, I looked up at him and touched his leg. He shifted on the desk, moving his leg towards me and exposing his crotch. Whether I met to or not, I stared at his still clothed cock. Then surprised myself by running my hand up and rubbing his thigh. The rest was a heated, lustful blur. He slid off the desk and stood before me as I pulled at his waistband. Pulling them down, his manly cock sprang out. Not at all like the boys I had seen or knew before, he was hairy and thick, veiny and masculine. He grabbed my head and pulled my face into him. I fell deep into his manly pubic hair mound and smelt his manly, musky scent. He let out a low, manly, “ahhhhhh” sound and I licked his gorgeous cock up and down, from tip to hair covered base. His manhood swelled, becoming even thicker making me want him even more. His big, hairy hanging balls swung as I forced my lips over his fat cocks head and hit me on the chin. I had to feel them, I had to taste and lick them. I reached up and held his sack in my hand. They filled my hand and spilled over my palm. They were huge, so manly, so sexy. I licked each well defined testicle as they hung in his loose sack. My own cock was so hard I had to shift in my chair. I was so turned on!
“Oh yeah” he said, almost grunting. I continued to hold and lick his balls and brought my other hand to his shaft. Wrapping my fingers around his big, firm shaft. I stroked him. Coach began to moan and took my head back into his big hands and guided my mouth back to his cocks head. I eagerly stretched my lips and let him feed me his dick, stuffing my mouth as full as he could with his penis, I also moaned. Coach held the base of his cock and with his other hand still on the back of my head, stroked himself and moved his hips back and forth, now fucking the head of his cock into my out stretched mouth. I held his thighs, bracing myself against thrusts and rubbbed them in appreciation. He began to breath quicker, harder and moved his cock gripping hand faster. With a loud, “aaawwww” sound, he came. The first shot of his manly load filled my mouth, gagging me. I pulled off him but his hand held my face directly in front and within his spurting cocks range. Gagging and struggling to swallow his first stream of cum, his cock continued to shoot, covering my face with his sticky sperm. What a wonderful, amazing, sissy feeling. Coach handed me a towel and with his hand on my ass, sent me on my way.
I found the taste of his cum was wildly addictive as is the sensation of feeling a man’s body shake as he explodes. I was finding my greatest sexual satisfaction came from giving others satisfaction, especially grown, manly men. I was not only becoming totally and completely addicted to cock, but also to the sexual acts themselves and the excitement of a new “sissy” experience.
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