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Leave it to Bea
Part One
It was just a standard Texas Association of Realtors Residential Lease
Agreement, no different than rental agreements I had signed before. But
as I looked at the line for my signature, I realized that I was, in a
very real way, signing away...well…signing away my masculinity. Or at
least, what little was left of it.
It had started my sophomore year in college. No. Before that, really.
It had started when I was 14, back in central Texas, when I met Rick.
Actually, even that's not far back enough. You have to go back to my
early childhood. Ever since I was four or five years old, I had been a
secret crossdresser. My two older sisters' wardrobes had provided me with
lots of opportunity for furtive dressing in panties, slips, and
pantyhose. I especially loved hosiery, and I had even shaved my legs a
few times, reveling in the feel of that delicate, clingy nylon as I slid
it up my smooth legs. As I grew older, it was confusing, since I liked
and was attracted to girls, but at the same time, I wanted to dress like
one. Part of me wanted to put on makeup, and pretty dresses, and high
heeled shoes and present myself to the world as a girl. How could
something like that be "straight?"
I thought about that question a lot. The idea of sex with a man didn't
appeal to me, but if I were ever REALLY going to be a girl, that would be
part of the deal, right? At least the idea of dressing as a girl and
getting ogled by boys turned me on. What would I do if that ever
happened? Not much of a problem, really, since I was nowhere close to
actually dressing up and going out in public, but still...
I met Rick in Boy Scouts. We went to different schools, and were mostly
just "Scout friends," if you know what I mean, although we went to movies
together occasionally. I wasn't attracted to Rick, but I had this
nagging desire to know how I would feel about actually "doing it" with
another guy, and there was something about Rick that made me think he
might be open to some friendly experimentation.
We'd talk on the phone about typical 14 year old nonsense, and how dumb
our Scoutmaster was, or about other guys in our troop, and always, about
girls we thought were cute. One night, I was talking about how sexually
frustrated I was (is anyone more sexually frustrated than a 14 year old
boy?) and how some people would do almost anything to relieve that
frustration. I wondered out loud if any of the guys we knew had gotten
so frustrated that they had sought relief with each other. Nothing gay,
of course, just lending a buddy a hand. Rick didn't recoil at the
suggestion, and even exhibited a lukewarm curiosity. I brought it up a
couple more times over the next few weeks, until finally, during one of
our conversations, Rick brought it up on his own. I told him that I
wondered what guys did with each other, and we spent a long time talking
about what two horny guys might do together. The more we talked, the
more I realized that I was getting turned on (although I wasn't brave
enough to admit that to Rick.) But after that conversation, more and
more often, whenever we talked, we spent at least some time talking about
guys and what they did together sexually.
I was over at his house one afternoon, and we were alone in a small guest
house in his back yard. Our conversation was going along as usual until
(as usual) the subject of guys came up. We had talked about guys giving
each other hand jobs, and what it must be like to suck another guy, and
even talked about anal penetration, so I decided to take the next step.
"I really wonder what it would be like to suck another guy," I said out
loud. "I mean, would it be disgusting, or would it be a turn on?"
"I don't know."
"Let's find out."
"What do you mean?"
"I want to know what it's like. Would you let me suck you?"
"Here?? Right now??"
"Sure. You'll probably like it and I want to know what it's like," I
said.
Rick got up and looked out the windows to make sure that his parents
weren't back yet, then looked at me and said, "How do you want to do it?"
"Just stand there."
Rick undid his belt and pulled his jeans down a little as I got in front
of him on my knees. He must have been at least a little turned on,
because there was a big tent in his jockeys. I reached up, grabbed the
waistband, and lowered his briefs down his legs. And there, for the
first time ever, right in front of me, was a firm, male cock. It didn't
look much different from my own, and there was a sweaty, musky smell that
I hadn't expected, but I was too curious to back out now. I just looked
at it for a moment. Rick didn't make a sound. I thought about how
irrevocable this was. If I did it, I would be a cocksucker. No going
back. I had fantasized about doing this for a long time, but this was
real. I could stop right now and my life wouldn't be any different. But
I didn't want to. I reached up and grabbed his penis around the base (I
was touching another guy's cock!), then I leaned forward, and without any
ceremony, slipped it into my mouth.
Just like a girl. As profound and irrevocable as it was to have another
boy's cock in my mouth, the thought that I was doing something "just like
a girl" was uppermost in my mind. And it turned me on. I wrapped my
lips around Rick's cock and moved my head back and forth. Rick moaned
and said, "Oh God that feels so good!" I put my hands on his thighs and
just kept bobbing back and forth, feeling his cock grow rock hard. With
every stroke, I felt more femmy, like I was losing my masculinity. And I
liked it. I tried getting it all into my mouth and couldn't, so I
wrapped my lips tight around the head and bobbed back and forth. After
awhile, I backed off and just licked the underside of his cock full
length, then nibbled on the base of his cock from the side. I decided I
kind of liked the aroma of his cock. I reached up, pulled his balls to
one side, and licked that crease between his balls and his thighs.
"Put it back in your mouth," he said, almost desperately. Man, he was
really getting off on this! It gave me a feeling of power to be able to
pleasure him like this. Rick started breathing really deeply, almost
moaning. His hands moved to my shoulders and soon, his hips began to
buck. He said, "I'm about to come!" and suddenly, the thought of a
mouthful of his cum disgusted me. I backed off his cock and jacked him
off as he spurted a geyser that ran down my hand. He moaned again, and
let out a long sigh, and for a minute, we just stayed that way, me on my
knees, the world's newest cocksucker, my hand covered in cum, and Rick,
leaning back, spent and very satisfied. Grabbing a towel, his wiped
himself and my hand, saying, "God, that was incredible!"
The guilt set in almost immediately. Both of us felt really awkward
about what we had done. I had sucked another guy's cock! From now on,
if any of my buddies jokingly called me a cocksucker, I would know in my
heart that it was true. I felt like I had betrayed something, and after
that day, Rick and I didn't talk to one another for a long time. But
late at night, all alone, dressed in a pair of my sister's panties and
nightie, I would jerk off, picturing Rick's cock in front of me, and how
it had felt to have it sliding over my lips, realizing how nasty and
wrong it was, but thrilled by it too, loving that I had done something
that only girls were supposed to do.
It was a few weeks later when Rick called me again and asked if he could
come over. He didn't mention anything about what we had done, but when
we tried to set up a time, he asked if anyone else was going to be at
home. The implication was obvious, and as we talked and I dropped a
couple of clumsy double entendres, I could feel my own cock getting rock
hard. Rick came by a couple of days later and I decided to surprise him.
Underneath my jeans and sweatshirt, I wore a pair of lace-trimmed nylon
bikini panties, pantyhose, and a white nylon slip. He was too shy to
bring up what he wanted to do, and I wasn't 100% sure about doing it
either, so we just talked for a long time. I wasn't wearing any socks, so
if he looked closely, he might have noticed that I was wearing hose. We
kept talking about normal, everyday things, but I could barely take my
mind off his cock. I wanted to suck him while wearing lingerie.
Finally, I screwed up my courage and told him, "I want to show you
something," and I stood up from the couch, kicked off my shoes, took off
my sweatshirt, and dropped my jeans to the floor.
I stood in front of him wearing nothing but panties, hose, and a slip.
For the first time in my life, I was in front of someone else wearing
lingerie. Rick looked surprised for just a moment, then said, "Well,
don't you look cute!" I'm sure I looked a mess. No makeup or wig, just
a skinny 14 year old boy wearing some of his sister's undies. I was
worried that he would laugh, or somehow be disgusted, but instead, he
took it all in stride. And from the evidence of his jeans, it looked
like he was turned on! I felt free, liberated, like I was walking on
air, and also very turned on. I sat back down beside him, closer this
time, our hips touching. I told him about how I liked to dress up in
lingerie. He asked a few questions, like when had I started, how often
did I dress up, and what sort of things did I like to wear. I told him
everything, and as I talked, I knew that I wanted to "be a girl" with him
again, more than ever. We went back into my bedroom and he took off his
clothes and lay on the bed. As I started to get in the bed with him, he
told me to stop and turn around slowly. Then he asked me to lift up the
back of my slip so he could check out my butt.
"Your butt really looks like a girl's." At that moment, I think I would
have done anything for him, but I decided to start by giving him another
blow job. I knelt on the bed between his legs and licked all over his
crotch, sucked on his ball sack, then nibbled on it, and finally, slipped
his cock back into my mouth. The familiar aroma of male musk filled my
head, and instead of finding it unpleasant like last time, I began to
associate it with sex. I wanted to take it all down my throat, but my
gag reflex wasn't buying it. So I contented myself to rubbing his
thighs, stomach, and chest while I bobbed up and down on his cock. It
only took a couple of minutes for him to come, and again, I couldn't
bring myself to let him come in my mouth. Rick didn't seem to mind.
It was obvious now who was going to be "the girl" in this situation.
Strangely, Rick's and my friendship suffered, probably because of mutual
guilt. Neither of us was comfortable with any sort of emotional
relationship, but throughout high school, I would get a call from Rick
every few weeks, and I knew what he wanted, and we would get together.
Rick never sucked me, nor did I ask him to. After several months, we
even tried anal. That hurt a lot until I figured out how to get Rick to
lay on his back, let me straddle him, and lower myself onto his cock.
After I loosened up, I'd get on my back and Rick would do me missionary
style.
As guilty as I would feel after we got together, I knew that, a few weeks
later, when he called again, I would get a fluttery feeling inside. The
day before Rick was to come over, I would shave my legs and underarms.
Sometimes I even painted my toenails. And just before Rick came over,
I'd take a long bath and spritz on just a little bit of ladies cologne.
I'd put vaseline up my bottom, then put on a garter belt and slide
stockings up my legs, admiring how much my legs looked like a woman's.
Then I'd step into a pair of panties and slide them up my legs and over
my butt, anticipating how it would feel when Rick would pull them back
down. Usually, I'd put on sweatpants and a tee shirt over my lingerie
and wait for Rick to arrive. I left my socks off, and after he got
there, I'd watch to see how long it would take for him to notice that I
had painted toenails and had stocking covered feet, complete with
reinforced toes and heels. He'd always notice, of course, and he'd tell
me my feet looked sexy. We'd exchange meaningless small talk, both of us
enjoying the anticipation. After awhile, I'd go back to my bedroom,
strip off my sweats and shirt, and put on a slip, and later on, a sheer,
lacy little babydoll nightie. I loved wearing the babydoll when I was by
myself, but it was a special thrill when I wore it in front of Rick the
first time. I walked back into the living room, his eyes went wide, and
he started breathing hard. He asked me to do a couple of twirls in front
of him, and I raised the back of my nightie, giving him a good view of my
little panty-covered bottom. Sitting on the couch beside him, Rick told
me how sexy I looked, and he ran his hands over my thighs, and played
with my garters while I put my hand over his crotch. It didn't take
long after that. He loosened his belt and pulled down his jeans, and I
knelt on the floor in front of him. Seeing that familiar cock, smelling
his musky aroma again, looking up into his eyes, I continued my life as a
sissy cocksucker, dressed head to painted toes in pretty, lacy lingerie,
and bobbing my head up and down on another boy's dick. I was so
overwhelmed by the sexiness and nastiness and femininity that I let him
come in my mouth. The taste was strange, but not awful. Rick collapsed
after that. I got back up and sat next to him and we watched TV, him in
his jeans, and me in my stockings, panties, and nightie. It didn't take
long for round two to begin. We never talked much, but within minutes,
Rick started running his hands over my legs again, and he started tenting
his jeans. Then we went back to the bedroom. Rick smeared vaseline on
his hard cock, and I got on my hands and knees on the bed. I heard him
moving behind me, then I felt his hands grasp the lace waistband of my
panties and peel them down.
"God, you've got a round butt, just like a girl's." Rick got on the bed
behind me, and teased me with the tip of his cock. By then, we had done
it enough that we knew just how fast to penetrate, but Rick liked to
tease me until I asked him to fuck me. Then he'd tease me more until he
had me begging him to fuck me. I would say, "Stick your cock in me!
Fuck me, Rick!" and I heard him chuckle. I felt like a whore, and it
felt good. He slowly slipped himself into me, and knowing how I got off
on being all girly, he told me what a tight pussy I had. I was
transported feeling a boy's cock inside me, penetrating me over and over
and over. Most times, after awhile, he'd pull out, and I'd lay on my
back and spread my legs. Rick would climb between my nyloned legs, raise
my knees, and slip into me again. I'd put my arms around him, feeling
him thrust into me. I loved being under him, being penetrated and
invaded by him, and then, just before he climaxed, feeling his hips go
into automatic as he came, unloading his sperm into me, just like he
would into a girl. I eventually learned to insert a tampon after he
fucked me to keep from leaking. I'd go to sleep that night with a tampon
in me, knowing that Rick's sperm were wriggling up inside me, trying to
make me pregnant and have a baby. There were a lot of visits like that.
I'd always feel guilty after getting together with Rick, but not for
long. It would only take a couple of days before I was wearing panties
under my clothes, and dreaming about wearing a dress, hosiery, and heels,
and having long, pretty hair, and wearing makeup, and having pierced
ears.
After high school, Rick and I didn't see much of each other except on
summer breaks. Despite the intensity of our physical relationship, once
I got to college, I was comfortable writing off my experiences with Rick
to youthful experimentation. I still dated and got crushes on girls, and
didn't think much about guys. The crossdressing remained, though.
Throughout high school and college, I always had a stash of lingerie that
I would pull out and use to fantasize about being a girl, or maybe a
professional drag queen, presenting a feminine image to the world.
Copyright 2012 Aunt Joanne
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