I am hesitant to post this, as it is my personal story. I am sure I have embellished some parts, though this part is as true as I can remember. As usual, the names have been obscured. This is not about porn, it is about experiences... though I do still get quite hot writing about it... and, well, there IS some porn.

It is necessary that I say this all happened among consenting adults. Any inference otherwise is purely your own interpretation. I hope you enjoy.

Part IV: Missing the Game

Afternoon football and more

I soon learned that several boys had been hiding in the cornfield not far from us and listening to everything we did. The teasing really escalated after that and now everyone called me Blo-boi unless a teacher was around. I was embarrassed all the time, everywhere I went, but I started to get used to it and it really even started to excite me a bit. I felt ashamed, and embarrassed, but also funny about it - I just wanted to make the boys feel good and to be liked. I decided that this was kind of their way of showing they liked me. Some seemed really mean about it, but others just said it like it was a title or something.

One afternoon Higgins said we should skip the football game. I asked how and he said we could hide in the closet in his room while they checked the dorm to make sure all the guys were out at the field. So we hid in his closet... he had two closets in his room like all the others, but It turned out he was a hall monitor, so his was one of the few rooms that had only a single bed since he didn’t have a roommate. He cleared the floor while I waited in his room, then we hid in his closet while a faculty member did a final check, which was just a quick visual walk through. He and I were hanging out and since he was a big guy, he was a good friend to have. I was pretty small for my age, and I need the protection from others who teased me relentlessly. So we had become good friends, and that first time in the cornfield seemed like just a thing, kind of over with, not what I thought about all that much despite really liking it all. It wasn’t like I thought about doing that stuff all the time, yet...

We were very quiet and heard them leave, but Higgins said to stay still, they sometimes come back through. There was a little light coming in through the crack between the sliding doors, and I could see him rub himself a bit. It was pretty tight quarters in there and he would press against me then lean back and stroke himself, then lean forward and press up against me again. He was getting hard, rubbing himself up against me. Then he started unbuttoning his pants. I said, “You want me to play with you now?” a little incredulous. He said, “Just rub it and suck it a little until they are done checking.” We were hiding and breaking a bunch of rules so I felt a little trapped, but very excited. I was getting hard myself, and I secretly wanted this anyway, so I knelt down in the tight closet as quietly as I could as he dropped his pants. I rubbed his big cock through his white Jockey shorts, cupping his big balls, then helped him pull them down. His giant rod was pointing straight out at my face in very tight quarters... there was nowhere to go and no way to resist. I wrapped my fingers around it and began stroking it up and down... up and down... then I licked the tip and cupped it with my lips getting it wet and then slid down to engulf the head. He moaned a little and said, “That’s good, yeah, real good... keep doing that...”

So I kept stroking his shaft and sucking his head for a few minutes, then he said, You can lick the shaft too... and then suck my balls.” So I cupped his cock on one side, gently stroking against the side as I licked down the other, going back up and down again. Then I licked the underside as his dick as it jerked up and down a bit. He was so hard and his balls were real tight against the base of his shaft... I leaned down and while stroking the shaft with my right hand, I put my lips around his right ball and sucked it into my mouth. He said, “Easy, just let it in and out... sort of pop it through your lips and tongue it underneath a bit...” I followed his directions and then I switched sides and sucked one thick nut after the other, sliding it gently in and out of my lips. “Do different things,” Higgins said, “Lick my shaft, suck it, then suck my balls, like that - back and forth... yeah...” 

I kept licking his rock hard cock and sucking the head, which was most of what I could get in my mouth, he was just too big and I was still very small myself – my mouth was just not very wide or deep enough to take more than the head. So I continued to stroke him and suck his balls, lick the shaft and pop his head in and out of my hungry mouth. I loved the wide, deep piss hole and split he had, so licking around that and tonguing his slit was pure pleasure. I was constantly rewarded with oozing clear pre-cum, the tangy taste filling my mouth and stringing out to my tongue when I pulled back.

He suddenly grabbed my head and held me tight right where I was, with his dick in my mouth, whispering, “Shshsh... someone’s coming...” I froze, able to breathe through my nose, his dick head throbbing against my tongue between my lips, filling my mouth, and my hands cupped on either side of his butt cheeks. I was so worked up by this point, the idea of getting caught just rocketed my feelings to the next level... I trembled a bit and my tiny peenie pushed against the inside of my pants, having worked its way out the front flap of my undies while I was hunching my pants with his dick in my mouth. I heard someone walking down the hall, getting closer. Higgins just held my head tight with his dick in my mouth, oozing pre-cum... it seemed to be getting harder... There were voices, but I couldn’t hear what they said, then the steps receded. “Whew, that was close,” said Higgins, “Get up, I want to try something different.”

I reluctantly let his cock slip from my mouth and held on to him as I raised back up to my feet, licking his juices from my lips. “Take your pants down,” he said as I looked up at him innocently waiting to hear what he wanted. “Pull your pants and underwear down, and turn around,” he said. “Why?” I asked, not knowing what he wanted. “I want to try something - I want you to relax and let me put my dick up your butt.” He must have seen the panic in my face, he said, “It’s okay, I’ll take it easy. Is this your first time?”

“Well,” I said, “I have a friend at home who used to do these “Bun-ops” we called them. He would play with my butt and put things up there like pencils and suckers and stuff.” Higgins chuckled and asked if I liked it, “Yeah, kind of... he never put his dick in me though. It was pretty exciting, I always wondered why he liked doing that. It made me real horny though... and I would suck him afterwards sometimes.”

"Turn around,” He said, I did and I felt him rubbing my butt. I heard him spit and I felt my boi-hole get wet all of a sudden... he rubbed his spit up and down in my crack, spit on his hand again and got me very wet. He kept working my butt while we both were stroking his rock-hard cock behind me. He worked a finger in my ass and it felt just like a “Bun-op” only easier. I figured it was because of the spit. He then worked another finger in and that hurt a tiny bit, but I relaxed pretty quick. I was getting very hard and my pants were down around my ankles, so I couldn’t rub against them anymore. He suddenly had three fingers in me and I was amazed how much I could relax and let him work my hole loose, in and out, up and down... Sliding his fingers out, I felt suddenly empty and pushed backwards to get that feeling again... then I felt the head of his big cock up against my boi-hole. He rubbed it up and down, getting it wet with his spit and then pushing it under my ass to slide through my legs and under my tiny nuts, tight against my crack. I got wetter and wetter between my legs and in my fanny crack as he added more spit. He did this for awhile, then he pushed directly on my boi-hole. He pushed and pushed, slowly and firmly, but it wasn’t going in... I relaxed a bit more, like I was going to the bathroom and then, pop! The head of his cock was in my ass. He just stood there for a bit, his arms around me as I shook and trembled, then calmed down. He slowly worked his dick into my hole a little bit at a time, waiting and then pushing a bit more. I don’t think he put it all the way in, he was too big for that, and I was asking him to wait... it was hurting, but then it would be okay and he could slide in a little more. He would add more spit to his shaft then work it gently back and forth until he could get it in a little farther. Once he was most of the way in, he just held it there with his big arms around me, whispering in my ear for me to relax. God, I was so tight and full! And he was so huge! Trembling, I slowly unwound and quit tightening up.

He started to slide in and out, slowly, slowly, and I was growing harder and harder...  I was so full of him I thought it was going to split me open, but the more I relaxed, the better it felt and the harder my little dick got. He slid in and out to the point of just his dick-head in there, then slid back in about half way, and out again... as he fucked my all but virgin boi hole I began to really enjoy it... I started getting into his rhythm and pushing back at him, sliding him a little deeper and just a little bit more while he worked himself up to panting and breathing heavy and moaning softly. I felt him swell and harden, arch his back, and stiffen his whole body then clutch my hips, shoving me into the opposite wall of the closet and pushed really hard into me, filling me up with pleasure and tightness, followed by a warm wetness shooting deep into my inner channel like a hot hose. He slid out and squirted another shot up my crack. He rubbed his hard cock up and down my soaking wet crack, spreading his cum all over my ass and under my balls with his dick. He then pulled a towel from somewhere wiped himself off. He bent down a bit and pulled up my undies with his long arms, whispering to me that he wanted me to stay wet with his cum. Then he just collapsed against the side of the closet saying, “Damn, that was great!”

I felt a warm oozing trickle down the inside of my left leg, and a rush of contentment that he was pleasured and thought I was great. Then he said, “Better get dressed.” So I bent over and pulled my pants up over my wet undies. He opened the closet and we stepped out, Higgins was buttoning up his pants and I was squishing a bit in my underwear... my buns sliding across one another, slippery with his dripping, oozing cum. We hadn’t missed all of the game, but I felt like I had been worked over just as hard as if I were a major player in it, who had been knocked on his butt after a hard tackle!

We went out to see the last of the game, watching from the back of the crowd and he would occasionally feel my ass and rub my wet undies into my crack, smiling down at me. He was careful to make sure no one was behind us or watching when he did that, and though I was still pretty wet inside, I was just barely damp enough to to show... like I had been sweating a bit, at least that’s what I told myself. We both knew what it really was anyway, and I was still pretty stiff in my pants from remembering and wondering when we would do it again.

Next up: My Hardest Teacher...

I am hesitant to post this, as it is my personal story. I am sure I have embellished some parts, though this part is as true as I can remember. As usual, the names have been obscured. This is not about porn, it is about experiences... though I do still get quite hot writing about it... and, well, there IS some porn.

It is necessary that I say this all happened among consenting adults. Any inference otherwise is purely your own interpretation. I hope you enjoy.

Part III: Going Away to School

First Night

When I was about eleven my parents sent me away to boarding school. It was an Episcopal school named St, Johns that went from seventh through ninth grades. I was in seventh grade and though my brother had gone away to school, I had never been away from home on my own before. I had actually pushed to go to prep school because of my brother, but that is another story. Of course, we had taken a trip up there to see the place and meet the Headmaster, as well as some of the teachers, so I already had a basic feel for the layout and what to expect in terms of schedule and classes. What I was not so prepared for, was the social aspects...

The very first night there was a “party” in one of the rooms that a bunch of the returning boys, some of them “Juniors” and “Seniors,” which is to say seventh and eighth graders. This was a Junior High and so the designation at the time was Freshman, Junior, and Senior for that school. Some of the boys knew each other because they were from the same city and were all from well-to-do families that ran in the same circles. The party was really just about nine or ten guys in a room with red and black lights, music from Woodstock and some of them were smoking a cigarette while leaning out the window. These rooms were really small and had two beds against one wall with built-in side tables, and a built-in closet with drawers and desks for studying on each side, that made up the opposite wall. The window was on the opposite wall of the room from the door, which opened onto a long hall of doors.

It was kind of crowded and these guys were all funning with each other. I was the new and small blond boy of the group, probably the youngest there and certainly the smallest except for one other tough looking boy who was shorter but built. I have never been “built” and I was always been kind of thin with light blond hair, a bit on the long side, with bangs. I guess I thought they invited me in to give the new guy a break. I was laying on one of the beds with this guy who had a magazine with girls in it and he kept looking at it and saying things like, “Wow, she’s really stacked!... here, look at that!” He would show it around to those close but kept ahold of it. I noticed he was rubbing himself from time to time, and I was fascinated with that. I kept looking at the book, then down at his crotch and then away. The music was loud and the room was kind of smokey it seemed to me, then I saw some incense burning. I thought this was really cool that they were getting away with this.

The guy with the book was leaning against the headboard with a friend sitting next to him and I was down towards the end of the bed propped up on my elbows, leaning up towards him to look at the book. There were several guys just standing around talking and a group on the other bed, who were passing something around. This guy with the magazine kept pushing at my shoulder to get me to look while he rubbed his dick and held out the mag. I scooted a bit closer so that I was all but leaning on his thigh in the middle of the bed. The other guys were just talking and watching, and still passing something around that looked like a bag they were drinking out of. I didn’t know anyone’s name yet and the whole thing was really confusing, yet exciting for me, with the dark room lit by red lights, a black light with brightly colored posters, a cigarette being passed around and something in a bag. I had been smoking some with Scott, but this was exciting and risky more than anything I had seen before.

The guy with the mag took a hit off the cigarette and passed it to me, “Here, suck on this and show us how cool you are,” he said, so I took a drag and didn’t cough, and I thought they were impressed. I passed it on to someone else and then he grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me over to look at the mag again. He rubbed his pants, then undid his belt and unbuttoned the top button while I was looking at it. I looked at his crotch again and saw he had a boner, which made my own little dick rise in my pants. He said, “You like that, yeah?” and passed the mag to one of his pals. I was looking at his dick, but I looked up when he said that. He then grabbed my head and pushed me down to his crotch. I pulled up, surprised and wide-eyed. The guys around us laughed kind of low and chuckling and he said, “Yeah, you like that,” then pushed my head down again, rubbing his dick against my face, through his loosened pants. He let go and I looked at the other guys who were looking over the book and rubbing their own dicks through their pants. When I looked back, he had unzipped his pants and pulled his dick the rest of the way out. It was suddenly rather warm and crowded, with several guys sitting around us on the bed, not really looking at us per se, but not ignoring us either. He grabbed me and pulled my head towards his dick again, while I resisted weakly. I was very excited, and I thought I smelled mint on his dick, so I really, really wanted to taste it, but I was afraid of being in a room full of guys I didn’t know. He kept pulling at me and I kept resisting slightly, but not too much so that I could feel his dick against my face and lips, then he grabbed the mag again and started stroking himself. I looked up at him around the mag and confessed softly, “I think I like being forced like that...” because I was so excited and hard, and I really wanted him to make me taste his dick.

Well, that was all it took. He passed the mag back and grabbed my head and pulled me down onto his dick. I had my nose buried in his mint scented bush and I inhaled deeply, somewhat surprised but also to breathe in his aroma. His dick throbbed against my cheek, so I turned and opened my mouth. Laying there in the middle of this bed, surrounded by a room full of guys I didn’t know, I began to suck on his short chubby cock. Somebody said, “Damn, I’m next,” and someone else said, “I need some of that.” The guy I was sucking said, “He likes to be forced,” and he pulled me off of him and turned me around where I saw another dick pointing at my face. He shoved it at me and I opened up and started to suck him too, then all hell broke loose...

“Let’s take him out to the field,” I heard someone say, “We need to get him out of this room,” someone else said. “We don’t want a counselor to find us,” said another as several hands grabbed me by the arms and lifted me up. Before I knew it, there was a mob of boys dragging me outside into the dark and through some bushes. They took me to a field, which was just on the other side of some trees and bushes from the dorm. All I could see were legs and bodies in the dark, backlit through the trees from a distant floodlight by the dorm. I kept hearing whispers to be quiet and then I heard zippers and them saying things like, “Me first,” “Take him like a weak little girl...” and “I’m gonna shoot my cum all over him!”

There must have been about five or six dicks pushed into my mouth, one after another, for several minutes as I half-lay, half-knelt in the grass, being held down by a mob of boys. I was so hard in my pants and I was so scared and trembling... I just licked and sucked at whatever was put in my face. One would pull out and another would push in, then someone would moan and I would feel something dropping onto my head, my back or my shoulders, like big rain drops or squirted catsup, only with the tinny-tangy scent of cum instead. One guy shoved his long thin dick at me, filling my mouth all the way to my throat. I had never had anyone that long and deep, so I choked a little. Suddenly, as he pulled back some, my mouth filled up with liquid and I didn’t know what to do... it was warm and a little salty, but kind of nice even if it was a big surprise! I didn’t want to spill whatever it was all down my front, so I swallowed and swallowed... and swallowed some more as he pushed in and out of my mouth. He stopped squirting, pulled out and I saw someone else jacking off in front of me, then more of the same stuff just squirted all over my face and chest. Someone else stuck a dick in my face and I opened up while he pushed it in... After about ten or fifteen minutes, the guys who had started all this had moved off and disappeared into the darkness.

I had never even seen someone cum before, not like that! All I had seen were little drops off the end of Scott’s dick... this was something else. I didn’t even really know what all that was... and I didn’t really know how to suck a dick - I just kind of opened up as far as I could and licked and relaxed as much as possible. The last couple of guys were whispering something about they had to get back, that they didn’t want to get caught out after curfew. I was still sucking at someone’s dick when he suddenly pulled out with a big spurt, and another guy said, “Shh... I heard something...” then they just left me there in the grass, all alone with this wet stuff all over my hair and shirt and face. There was even some of it on my arms and wet spots all over my pants.

I had this wonderful after-taste in my mouth, though, and I was still very hard and trembling and excited about it all. I felt violated, but I felt wanted... I felt dirty and used, yet I somehow felt liked, maybe even loved. I knew they would probably want to have me around now, that they would want to do that kind of stuff again. It seemed like I had passed some kind of test, but I didn’t know what kind of test is was...

My First Mentor

The next day, someone said in the hall, “Have a good time, Blo-boi? ” I didn’t understand, so I just nodded and smiled and walked on. Someone else said, “Hi Blo-boi! ” and after about the third or fourth time, I realized I had a new nickname: Blo-boi. Of course, at the time I just though it was “Blow Boy” and that it wasn’t a big deal until I asked someone. Then I knew... it was teasing and not an endearment. I was crushed, and I railed against it for awhile, but it stuck and there was nothing I could do. Besides, it was really kind of true - I was a Blow Boy, or a Blo-boi, either way, no matter how you spell it I liked sucking dicks, and I knew that now... I really rather liked being a Blo-boi.

A couple of evenings later I met Higgins. He was tall, older, and a Junior. He had brown hair and he was really nice. He seemed to genuinely like me. He helped me at dinner and defended me some with the other boys who were cruel and teasing a lot. We often had free time in the evenings after dinner but before study hour, so Higgins and I hung out and wandered around the field and the paths by the dorm.

We saw a couple of guys headed our direction and I said something like, “Oh, here they come again... ” and Higgins said, “Let’s ditch ‘em! ” So we ran around the corner of the dorm and Higgins suddenly dropped to his knees and pointed under a deck. The dorm was a long building, that housed most of the kids. There were apartments on the ends, though; four of them on each end. That was where a few of the teachers lived. This was a fairly new building and the apartments had decks on them, including a stair for outside access. So Higgins and I scrambled under this deck and hid. The deck was pretty close to the ground, and there were bushed around it, so we couldn’t be easily seen, but we could see out through the bushes. The boys just walked on by without seeing us.

As we hid there quietly, we whispered a bit about the boys all calling me Blo-boi and Higgins said, “You know it’s okay if you like that, I mean, not the name, but like doing that. ” I just kind of nodded wide-eyed and smiled a little then looked at his crotch. He said, “I like that sometimes, too, having someone blow me like that... ” and he smiled and undid his belt and pants button.

I kept looking at his pants and I saw he had a big bulge in there and I just stared at it. I licked my lips and said, “I know, yeah, I kind of do like to do that sometimes... ”

He said, “Would you like to see mine? ” I nodded again and breathlessly whispered, “Yeah... ”

He said, “It’s pretty big. I’ll bet you haven’t seen one this big before, ” as he started unzipping his pants. I could see he was right and said, “It looks like it... ” as he slipped his pants part-way down his hip, I just trailed off in amazement.

His cock was huge! It was pushing up his white Jockey shorts, filling them up to bursting. I had never seen anything like it before. So far, all I could really see, though, was the head of his dick and how full his underwear was with it bulging and snaking around in an arch to the right. He said, “You can touch it, ” I looked around to see if anyone was watching, but there was no one in sight. It was also starting to get darker, but there was some light from a porch-light filtering down through the boards. I reached over and stroked his dick - it was so big in my hand! It felt like a fire-hose, it was so thick. He said, “Take it out, ” so I reached under the band of his underwear and felt along his shaft. He arched his back and pulled his pants down a little more, then pushed his underwear band down under his balls, revealing his full length. He was nearly as long as my forearm, it seemed - well, up to my wrist anyway. I stroked it the way I liked mine stroked, with a gentle open grip that caressed the skin, barely touching, but he was so big it was hard to get my fingers all the way around effectively. He showed me another way then and coached me on gripping his shaft and moving the skin up and down along it. I had never done that before because my little dick was too small to grip with my palm, like his.

He said, “There is not enough room under here, I think it is dark enough to go out into the corn field. ” I helped him put his dick back in his pants and we scrambled out from under the deck. There was a corn field across the driveway, which ran along that end of the dorm. We ran across the road and into the tall corn. We walked a way out and looked around for a place that was a bit wider and had some room to turn around. I could hear some other kids in there around us, but no one seemed close. I sat down in the dirt and looked up at him, thinking he was going to sit down.

Higgins undid his pants and dropped them to his ankles, then pulled down his underwear. He moved in front of me in all his glory. He was very big, but out like this, it didn’t seem as unmanageable as I had at first thought. He was about ten inches and maybe two and a half wide. He was circumcised (Up to this point, that was all I had ever seen, so I didn’t really think about it at the time), and had a very nice mushroom head, with a particularly deep and wide slit leading up to a generous hole, already filled with pre-cum. I raised up to my knees and he said, “Lick it, ” so I did...

I was suddenly in heaven! The tang of his pre-cum flipped a switch in my head that jump-started my little dickie into upright attention. I caressed the sides of his cock and opened my lips, sliding his head into my mouth. He cringed a little and said, “Wider, open wider... don’t bite it. ” I did as he told me, and he continued to give me directions. “Careful with your teeth... that’s better, keep open wide... yeah, suck on it, don’t bite it... you know, keep a suction on it, but don’t let your teeth come down... that’s it... ” I could only get a couple if inches in my mouth, so I had to alternate stroking his long hard cock, giving my aching jaw a rest, with sucking and listening to his directions.

He was a great coach and kept up an ongoing dialogue of critique that helped me refine how I gave him pleasure... and after all, that was the point. My pleasure was in giving him pleasure, that’s all I ever really wanted to do for any of them – give them pleasure. I started stroking his shaft as I sucked his head, going down as far as I could until I gagged and then back out, and down again... stroking, jacking, sucking, in and out and in and out... It wasn’t long and he said, “I’m gonna cum! ” and he over-filled my mouth with his hot liquid, spilling down my chin while I swallowed and swallowed as fast as I could. He was very happy and said we would have to do more of this to practice and make sure I got it right. I just looked up at him and nodded yes, wiping his warm cum from my lips...

Next Up: Missing the Game...

 I jump as I hear a knock on my window and I see you for the first time, grinning at me from outside the car! I smile and open the driver's door, and give you a nice view of my bulging panties as I slowly open my legs to step out. Though some people at the pumps keep looking over at me, and now us, you grab my hand and pull me back towards the dirty gas station bathroom with no lock...

I stumble a bit trying to keep up in my heels, slinging my purse behind me, as I just managed to grab the strap before you slammed the van door shut and yanked my hand to pull me along. My shorter steps keep me a bit off balance, but you pause next to the door to push me against the outside wall. You push against me, your hard cock rubbing against my thigh, holding my shoulders and plant a deep, wet kiss against my lips, forcing my mouth open with your tongue. I moan and push my hips forward, my stiffening dicklet now pushing against your hard body. You drop your right arm and caress my fanny under my skirt, which isn’t really covering much now, along my left side facing the end of the parking lot where there are a few people coming and going from their cars, into the main station… I squirm and you back up a bit, looking down at me as you continue to feel around my boi pussy… pushing at my plug, making me leak into my panties… then towards the front, keeping my skirt up to see how much I leaked.

I’m blushing so red!! I am looking over your shoulder at the cars and a few jealous glances from guys trying not to be too interested in what’s going on over there by the bathrooms at the side of the building. I whisper in your ear, “Take me… take me into the bathroom…” and you look around and realize what a show we are putting on.

You release me and grab my hand again, dragging me towards the door, push it open and look past me at the lot, then swing me around in front of you and through the opening. I almost trip over the sill, but catch myself as I move backwards into the small room. You close the door, grinning at me big while undoing your belt and unzipping your pants saying, “On your knees sissy!” I drop to my knees as commanded and watch with anticipation as your big cock emerges from your underwear… licking my lips, I lean in and open my mouth. I lick the head of your tool, then around the skin still over your mushroom head, licking into your uncut knob as you harden and the skin starts to pull back… getting it all wet and stiff, I open wider and caress your shaft as far as I can, salivating and covering it in my soft wet lips and tongue… in and out… slowly at first, then grabbing your shaft close to your pubic hair and massage it up and down faster as I suck, loitering occasionally to caress your tightening balls… licking them occasionally, taking them into my mouth and popping them out again… then back to your tasty pre-cum and down your shaft again…

You moan and push my head against you, choking me with your manhood, holding me there until I relax, then pushing me back… “Get up faggot, it’s time to go in the stall!” you exclaim, pulling me up by my arms and twirling me around to face the stall with the hole in it… pushing me in, and following close, holding your pants up enough to walk. I almost trip again, then catch myself against the far wall, poised as if a cop were going to strip search me! Your hands are freely roaming around my fanny, hips, and across my bulge, but you half turn and latch the stall door, then press my back roughly to keep me against the wall. You spread my legs apart with your foot and lift my skirt inside out to keep it high on my tummy, my bottom fully exposed and still full of my plug. I’m aching for a larger cock like yours now, knowing what’s coming next…

My head is pressed against the filthy wall, smearing my makeup against the rude graffiti there that asks to check channel 23 for a suck buddy and to meet at 3 PM for a good time… and large drawings of dick and ass fucking… and I feel you pull aside my thong…

“Time for this to go, sissy-fag… I’ve got something much bigger for you now…” you say as you slap my fanny several times, reddening my cheeks. My plug pops out and falls to the dirty floor, rolling over to the toilet. You’re holding my cheek open, watching some lube dribble out my boi hole, “Oh, good, you’re still lubed up!” you say, as we hear the door open and someone walks in. “Ready sissy?” you ask louder, making sure whoever walked in hears… and start slathering the dripping lube all up and down in my pussy crack with your stiff rod, then pushing hard into my hole, still pushing me against the wall with your left hand. I moan loudly in surprise as you force in hard, and we hear the urinal flush. Your cock deep inside me, I feel you pause to twist and look over your shoulder as the door opens again and closes, “Aw, too bad, for a moment there, I thought we were going to have an audience!” you laugh, spanking me hard again, then begin slowly pumping my sissy ass. My face and chest are now rhythmically getting smashed against the graffiti-laden wall, which hurts a bit but is completely overwhelmed by your thick cock pounding my sissy pussy. I can’t help but moan repeatedly as you shove in to the hilt, then pull almost out, and then hard back in… “Oooh… oooh… oooh…” along with the sounds of your hips slapping my fanny, “Fap! Fap! Fap! …” fills the small space and almost covers up the sound of the door opening again. I feel you pause once more to look over your shoulder and through the stall cracks to say loudly, “That’s it sissy! Oh, yeah. take that cock!” to make sure the newcomer can hear. I turn my head to the other side before you resume pushing me into the wall forcefully, just in time to see the stranger bent down and looking through the big hole in the stall. I blush madly again as I realize what a fag I am, moaning with each thrust while this man is watching… feeling dirty and helpless, like I’m getting raped… except I asked for it… which makes me blush even harder to the slapping and thrusting and watching… the blood rushing to my head, and I almost faint from the feelings… breathless and abused, but so hard and exposed, my peenie dribbling into my panties!

I see the man disappear and hear his belt buckle jingle, his pants unzip and drop to the floor even through all my moaning, the fapping, and you continuing to tell me what a sissy fag I am, how do I like that cock, and am I ready to become your whore… and then his dick slowly comes through the hole while he pulls on it and shakes it…

“Here we go faggot whore… we have another cock to fill your other hole!” you quip. Pulling me away from the wall, I feel you slip out of me and moan softly, “Oh, no… you’re not done are you…?” as you twist me towards the stall separator and push me over to straddle the messy toilet, still gleaming from a few lost dribbles left by my last encounter there.

“Oh, you’re not done yet sissy! Bend over and suck that cock there… I’m gonna help ram it down your throat!” you laugh as you push my face into this new hard, if somewhat smaller, dick poking through the hole. It’s rubbing pre-cum all over my face as you hold me to it, trying to get me centered on it, even as I attempt to lick it and open wide for it… all the while roughly poking at my slit again until you find my hole and I manage to slip the other cock in my mouth.

With one hand on the toilet and the other next to the hole surrounded by “Suck this” graffiti, “meet here” notes, “show hard” and other more detailed scribbles, the fucking of my ass resumes with the added pushing of my head against the hole. Fortunately, this hard dick is easier to swallow, as I sync my breathing to the rhythm… You pull back, I slide my mouth up his shaft, taking a breath, then you slamming deep into me, my mouth shoves down his shaft, my face against the edges of the hole, leaving marks of lipstick and makeup all around it, his throbbing dick getting closer and closer… I’m grunting with my mouth full of cock and you’re now reduced to grunts and moans yourself… Fap! Fap! rocking back and forth… “Mmph… ahh… mmph… ahh” as I try to suck in air, then cock, then air… “Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!” as you shove faster and faster, “Oh yeah, take it sissy boi! Here it comes my little faggot… Ungh, Ungh!”

I feel the man outside the stall tighten up, his balls retracting while against my chin, You shove me again and again down his shaft and then… a hot stream of cum erupts against the back of my mouth, and I swallow what I can the next time you push me into him, but his load is huge and goes everywhere… down my sissy throat, flowing down my chin, dripping onto my blouse and titties, making it even more transparent… he starts to soften and pulls out, but one more shot hits me right in the face! You keep shoving me against the hole, grunting and I feel it… your hot thick cum filling my insides, even as the other man leaves… and my own little peenie, leaking all this time, rubbing against the inside of my thong that you just pulled to the side, shoots a short thin stream into my panties, leaks out and dribbles down my leg. “OOOHHHH!” I moan loudly as you finish pumping your seed deep inside me, holding my hips tight against you, still pushing convulsively.

“Ahhhhh…” you slowly slide out of me and release my thong back to my hole. ”Put that plug back in you sissy whore,” you growl at me, and I immediately pick it up, “you need to keep my cum in for your drive back.” I look up at you as I obediently grope for my hole, my fingers sliding around from all the cum leaking and dribbling, sliding in the plug and pulling up my thongs to keep it in, “Yes sir,” I reply, “I’ll keep it in and savor it all!”

“You’re a mess,” you say, “go clean up your face, but nothing else, faggot.” You then open the stall and leave.

I’m exhausted and filthy now, cum all over my face, my fanny, my panties, and legs… down my blouse… “He’s right,” I whisper, “I’m a mess… and a sissy faggot whore…” The feelings of regret are strong, but so is the afterglow. I see myself in the mirror, then go pick up my purse from the dirty floor. I wipe off the cum from my face and pull out some makeup wipes to clean up some more. Quickly, I reapply some lipstick, but I don’t have time to fully redo my smeared base, eye shadow or liner. I swallow hard, remembering that tasty cum, and start for the door. My cheeks are slippery from all the cum, and my blouse has wet spots of cum making my bra very visible now, and the door opens before I can reach for it! There you are with your phone camera, snapping pictures of me!

Part 3 is next…

I was messaged here by someone and while we were flirting I said,  "Mmmm... what would you like to do...? How would you like me to dress? And that would you like me to do? I am so curious and getting quite hot!" He replied, "I want to meet you at a gas station, bring you to the bathroom there, and fuck you in a dirty toilet stall. You will be dressed like a schoolgirl with a very very short skirt. I want you to be my little slut and do everything I say."
"By the wayI'vee been reading your blog, holy shit those stories about when you were younger make me so hard!"

So I replied, "Mmmm... sounds like fun!"

Gas Station Meet-up, Part I

By Mitchelle Bentover

 I get a call from a fan on FAP, who wants to meet-up as I drive out west. I decide I'm so excited about the prospect of someone wanting a sissy like me, I just can't help but accept, so this is what I would do for him...

I would get all cleaned out, shaved all over for you... put on my pink thong panties and bra, some nude stockings with lacy elastic tops that don't need a garter... then a white translucent top, and a short red & black plaid skirt that doesn't quite cover my fanny in back... some black 3" heels and do my makeup with a light red lipstick, eye shadow, blush... some earrings and a necklace. My short sassy hair is dark blond and I don't quite pass exactly, but I look pretty slutty!

Lube my clean boi pussy and put in a medium plug, held in by my thong, then grab my purse and keys and a long coat to sneak out to the mini-van parked on the street. I'm so nervous and excited I dribble a bit in my panties... I quickly start the van and drive to the gas station we agreed on... the one with outside doors and dirty suck graffiti all over the stall, which also has a hole in it to look out at the urinal. But I wait in the van for you to show up. I gave you a description of my van and I wait.

I'm so hot and nervous, I'm quivering! It's all I can do to keep my slightly stiff little dick from popping out and lifting my skirt... and my bladder is getting quite full... people are coming and going, some giving me funny looks as I am clearly not a "pretty" girl... there's something not right they seem to think... as they pass by, going back to their cars and trucks... I can't wait anymore, so I get out, and take off my coat, and open the sliding door to put it in the back of the van, bending over and showing the bottom half of my cheeks and the plug held in by my thong panties to whoever is in the car on the other side of mine, at the end of the small parking lot there.

I close the door and turn to go into the bathroom... but I automatically forget and go into the men's room! There is no lock, it has been completely broken out, leaving a 3" hole, but it still latches. I go into the only stall with the hole and the graffiti quickly, realizing I'm in the men's and in an effort to do this fast so I can go out to wait for you some more, I pull down the front of my panties to pee, when I hear the door open! I decide I had better stop and turn around to sit so I have a probable excuse that the ladies' bathroom was out of order or locked. The hole is to my left and kind of big... maybe 4 inches... big enough to get a great view of a man in jeans, pulled down and pissing a hard stream with a rather nice, good sized cock, not too big, maybe about 8 or 9 inches, with his jeans & underwear down to his thighs... showing off his delectable stiffening dick! I can't help but lick my lips... and I realize the hole is big enough for him to get a great view of whoever is sitting on the toilet, plus it's the perfect height - right at crotch level! I glance up to see him looking into the hole at my dressed up sissy, girly self!

Well, you weren't here yet and I am just sooo horny... and now I'm caught! My dicky won't stay in my panties and the plug is gently massaging me inside, making me crazy as I squirm a bit and lick my lips again, watching him watching me. He turns and offers his hard meat through the hole, and I can't help myself, so I slowly lick his head, along his shaft, then envelope the tip, licking, wetting and then sucking... down the shaft... up again... slow at first as he moans and says, "Quicker... someone might come..." I slide my wet lips up and down faster and as deep as I can, pausing to get my gag reflex under control, then I suck harder and taste his pre-cum as it slides almost out again, so I take a deep breath, knowing he is about to explode in my mouth, and slide down his shaft as hard and deep as I can, and start swallowing to give him the best finish I can... just as his thick warm stream of cum shoots down my throat...

He pulls out and I keep holding my mouth open, trying to get the last short stream while he moans and shoots that final bit into my open mouth, giving me that wonderful taste! He quickly zips up and whispers, "Thanks!" as he goes out the door...

As usual, I start to feel so used, so dirty, so slutty... and trapped. Blushing hard, I have to finish my business, so I pull out my stiff peenie, tucking my panties under my little balls so I can leave in my plug, and bend way over, my hands on the filthy floor, to finish peeing, then I stand up and tuck my still excited dicky into the top of my thong, pull down my skirt as far as it will go, knowing it isn't really far enough, then open the stall and check myself in the mirror while quickly washing my hands. My lipstick is a mess and I still have some of his cum on my chin, so I wipe it into my mouth with a finger, lick my lips and rub the worse of the lipstick off as best as I can to quickly get out of there. I open the door, that warm glow and tangy, salty, slightly metallic taste of cum in my mouth, keeping me excited as I go back to my van to re-apply my lipstick. A mix of people at the pumps ignore me for the most part, though a few glance in my direction and shake their heads.

I jump as I hear a knock on my window and I see you for the first time,,. grinning at me from outside the car! I smile and open the driver's door, and give you a nice view of my bulging panties as I slowly open my legs to step out. Though some people at the pumps keep looking over at me, and now us, you grab my hand and pull me back towards the dirty gas station bathroom with no lock...

Part II is next...

I just want to say that I really love it when people leave comments for me. I really hope everyone enjoys my blog posts and reads them and ESPECIALLY jacks off and cums to them!!

*Giggle!*

Oh please, let me know what you think and do when you read my musings here! It makes me so hot and gets my peenie all up and leaky! Just thinking about someone stroking their big cock to thoughts of me doing these things makes me want to get all dolled up and plugged to write more! So leave a comment or two... maybe try a little bit of a description of what you're wearing and how this all makes you feel... or what you are feeling... around your shaft, up your boi pussy... in your mouth...

Whew! Is it hot in here, or what?!

 Anyway, I'm going to upload some more to my story and another fantasy I have about meeting up with someone in the deep part of the state here in PA... maybe along the road southwest of Pittsburgh (!?) at a small dirty gas station bathroom... cumming soon!

I am hesitant to post this, as it is my personal story. I am sure I have embellished some parts, though this part is as true as I can remember. As usual, the names have been obscured. This is not about porn, it is about experiences... though I do still get quite hot writing about it.

It is necessary that I state this all happened among consenting adults. Any inference otherwise is purely your own interpretation.

I hope you enjoy.

Part II: Finding Out About Girls

Getting to Know the Girls Next Door

Tracy and Margaret were living with their Nana for the summer and Nana was not able to walk very well. She had one of those stairway automated chairs she had to use to get up and down the main stairs. That meant that Nana could no longer easily go either down in the basement, nor up in the attic. Those were the obvious places for Tracy, Margaret and I to go and play as we got to know each other. I was the first one to get to know the girls — Scott was really rather shy, in a boisterous boy-way. Anything potentially embarrassing was put off onto someone else, and most of the time he would refuse to have anything to do with playing with girls anyway... Despite being curious, he was also very chauvinistic, though I didn’t know that at the time. Since I lived next door, and my parents knew their Nana, it was easier for me to get invited over to play with them – in fact, I was often sent by my mother, so I actually got to know them quite well, way before Scott did.

The girls suggested the basement right off. It was full of all kinds of old furniture, boxes, mirrors, and so on. We wandered around between the stacks of things and found blankets and sheets and made narrow passages between boxes and old chair backs. We would throw old sheets and blankets over the paths and make extensive forts to run around in and play house. It wasn’t long before the girls started getting curious and touchy-feely with me. It was summertime and we would get hot running around down there, so I would take off my shirt. Margaret asked if I would mind if she took hers off too, and I just shook my head, amazed that she would do that. Nana called down for Tracy to come upstairs for some reason, and we all froze. Tracy yelled back, Okay,” and said she would be back soon. After Tracy left, Margaret took off her shirt. She had tiny little budding breasts and her nipples stood up hard. I couldn’t help but stare and she said if I wanted to I could touch them. I reached out and stroked her left breast and immediately got very hard in my pants. I wasn’t sure what to think... I was so curious and excited and I wondered what they would feel like, but also to have them myself. Margaret said she wanted to know what a boy looked like “down there.” I was so excited, I was actually shaking a little bit. I was also embarrassed because I was really stiff in my underwear. I swallowed hard and said, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

She didn’t even say anything, she just took off her pants and stood there naked except for her pink panties. I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants slowly and took them off. She was staring at me and I was staring at her. She looked up and nodded her head, then slipped her fingers into her panties and pulled them slowly down to her knees. I followed suit and stood up. Her eyes got real big and she asked if she could touch me. I shook my head yes and she reached out and grabbed my little hard dick. I must have jumped a little since she pulled back, so I said, “Just be a little careful, its real sensitive!” I wanted to touch her too, so I asked and she said, “Okay,” and I reached out and carefully put my finger on her slit. She said I could rub it gently up and down some if I wanted, so I did and we were doing that to each other when Tracy started back down the stairs.
I jumped again and reached for my pants, but Margaret said, “It’s just Tracy, and she’ll get naked too, besides, Nana can’t come down here.” Tracy found us with our underwear back up, but she got scared that Nana would find us. Margaret talked to her and calmed her down, then said how fun it was, and that we could run around down here naked and no one would ever know. Tracy wasn’t sure about all this, so she said, “I’ll do it if he gets all the way naked first.” Margaret looked at me and smiled, and I said, “Okay,” and took off my underwear. There I stood, completely naked to two girls I had really just met... with my little dicky sticking straight out. Tracy giggled, but began taking off her shirt. She was a little older, if a bit less smart than Margaret, so she had bigger breasts. She quickly got down to her panties, but didn’t want to go any further. I reached out and tickled her, calling her “Chicken” and then ran down the tunnel of boxes and sheets we had made. We all started chasing each other and giggling until we had to stop and rest. I was starting to feel like one of them, another sister in my mind, but it must have been obvious to them I wasn’t.

I wasn’t really as excited anymore then, so they got all curious about why it got small. Of course, just looking and talking about my little peenie made me get all stiff again, much to their delight. Margaret got an idea and ran back to our underwear, picked it up and brought it back. She put on my white Jockey shorts, giggling and said, “See, I’m a boy!” Then held her pink panties out to me and said, “Put them on!”

Tracy just stared, and I was really getting all excited again at the thought of putting on Margaret’s panties. If my dickie could have gotten any bigger, it would have! I took her panties and she helped me turn them around, cause I wasn’t sure how they went. I pulled them up and they snugged my little hard dick off to the right and really accentuated it. I had never worn anything so tight that held my dick so firm. I must have turned very, very red, because they started laughing and giggling harder and harder and were saying “Look, he’s a girl! He’s a girl!”

That was when Nana called down for them to come up for supper. Margaret quickly pulled her pants back on, right over my underwear and Tracy was getting dressed very quickly too. I just kind of stood there and then looked around for my pants, which were on the other side of the room. Margaret said “Just go out the basement door when you’re done” and they both ran upstairs.
I found my pants and then realized I still had on Margaret’s panties! There was nothing I could do but just wear them... at least, that was what I thought. So I pulled up my pants right over those tight little pink panties, zipped up my pants, put on my shirt and let myself out.

Just wearing her panties felt so good and kept me so hard, I had a time hiding my little boner from my mom. I also had to eat dinner, but afterwards I could go back out for awhile or stay in and watch TV if I wanted. That night I decided to stay in so I could hide Margaret’s panties and change into my own undies, so my parents and brother wouldn’t find out. I kept her panties under my clothes in a bottom drawer and thought about how good it felt to wear them, for most of the night until bedtime. That night I fell asleep thinking about what it would be like to have little breasts, dress like a girl and wear dresses and stuff to school... and maybe play with Scott while I was dressed like that...

The Beginning of a Girly Obsession

hat summer I was nine, we played many times in the basement, and I often wound up in Margaret’s panties. The summer ended though and Scott had not played with the girls like I did, nor was he likely to. He was too nervous about girls yet, switching back and forth between wanting to get to know Tracy and saying girls were silly or gross and he didn’t want to have anything to do with them. In the meantime, I would spend time playing with the girls, exploring girly things and having fun, while sometimes spending the night with Scott, often playing with his dick for him when he wanted. School started and the girls went back home, so I didn’t get to play much with girly things and I outgrew the few pairs of panties I had. But by the time I turned ten, the girls were back to spend the summer again with their Nana. I was already missing the feel of panties and dreamt about them often, so I was really excited to find out they were back.

For awhile then, I looked for ways to get panties from the girls whenever I could, and I would sneak or steal panties from them. I would sometimes play at their house not just in the basement, but also in the attic. When we were up there and Nana was in the kitchen, I would “go to the bathroom” but really go into their bedroom and find panties and take them, sliding them into my pocket or then going into the bathroom and changing into them. It just felt so natural, even if a little exciting, to be wearing small briefs or bikini panties in soft pretty colors with no harsh folds, tags or openings like boy’s undies. They were usually soft and silky and sometimes had cute little, scalloped edges that made me feel so girly. Some were cotton, pink with red trim and had things like Strawberry Shortcake on them. I found I liked the pink ones the best and tended to take those when they were available. I wore them as much as I could for awhile, whenever I could dress alone or change into them while no one was around.
More and more as I played with the girls, I found that I really enjoying things like dolls and Barbies because I didn’t have any of those things. My toys were all boy toys like cars and Hot Wheels and stuff, so when I went over there I liked doing what they wanted to do. Oddly enough, my mother was sending me over there more and more. She even said I always came back in such a good and calm mood when I played over there, not like when I went out to play with other boys, so she really liked having me go play over there.

Playing Dress-up with the Girls

One afternoon on a rainy day the girls and I were playing with dolls up in the attic and they decided to play with makeup. I told them I had to go to the bathroom and went downstairs. I went into their room and found a nice pair of pastel pink, silky, scalloped edged panties and slipped them into my pocket. I then went into the bathroom and pulled down my pants. I pulled off my Jockey shorts and put them behind a drawer in the bathroom vanity, and put on the pink panties. They were so silky-smooth and slightly tight. They rubbed my little peenie and made me hard, but I pulled my pants back on and it softened up a bit. It was still very exciting, especially when I walked and my pants rubbed my dicky through the silky panties, reminding me with each step of the girly feeling in my pants. If I listened closely, and it was real quiet, I could even hear a slight swish-swish as I walked.
I went back upstairs and the girls had a play vanity with all kinds of eyeshadow, lipstick, eyeliner, blush and powder and such. They were putting makeup on each other, giggling and having a great time in front of the little mirror. I sat down on the floor since there was only one little matching chair (as much to get comfortable as to hide my little boner), and picked up a doll.
Margaret said, “Let’s make-up Mitchie! I think he would make a very cute little girl!” My mouth just dropped open in shock and she leaned over and started putting lipstick on me. I didn’t know what to do, so I just froze like that, which happened to be perfect for her to apply it. Tracy scotched closer and started putting eyeshadow on me and then Margaret began brushing my hair. They were treating me like one of their dolls and I was actually starting to love it! Then Margaret said, “Now we have to dress him, er, her up!” I immediately thought of the pretty pink panties I already had on and began to blush. They giggled and pulled me to my feet. I protested weakly as Tracy pulled my shirt off over my head and Margaret began unbuttoning and zipping my pants.  Margaret stopped in the middle of pulling my pants down my thighs and started laughing. She backed up and pointed at me and covered her mouth, she was laughing so hard. Tracy stared at her then looked where she pointed and a big smile crept across her face. I looked down and my little peenie was hard and pushing straight out making a tight, silky-smooth, pink pup-tent in Margaret’s panties. Margaret was about my size and Tracy was a little bigger and had hips already, so I always took Margaret’s panties. Of course, Margaret recognized them and she stopped giggling and put her hands on her hips and said with false scorn, “And just where did you get those?”

I just stammered a bit and she laughed again and said, “I know, you took them from my drawer!” She moved forward and looked me up and down and said, “It’s okay, if I had known you like them so much... hey! So that’s where my missing panties have gotten off to!” She giggled some more and said, “Well, we’ll just have to make sure you have plenty of panties to wear, all the time...” and she turned around and ran downstairs.

Tracy was still giggling and I was still very pink, embarrassed and warm standing there with my pants now down to my ankles and nothing else on but a shiny pair of pink satin panties with cute little-scalloped trim and makeup. Tracy said, “I know,” and also turned around and ran downstairs.

I didn’t know what to do, I had no idea what they were up to and I was afraid that Nana might yell up to me to come down. I began to tremble a bit, but I was still frozen in place like a deer caught in the headlights.
It wasn’t long and Margaret was back with a small girly bag, a play-toy bag with something like My Little Pony on it. She held it out to me and said, “Here, these are for you, you little girly-boy! I have extras, so I want to make sure you have plenty... and I am going to check and make sure you are wearing them, too!”

I was still trembling as I took the bag and opened it. I was confused because I didn’t know if I was offended at her saying I was a “girly-boy” of if I was relieved she wasn’t upset I had stolen her panties. In fact, it was beginning to dawn on me that not only was she not mad, she was giving me panties... and she wanted me to wear them.

That’s when Tracy came back with her own goodies. She had a hand full of left over training bras and handed me one. I just looked at her and she said, “Put it on.” I had no idea how to do that and as I just stood there with the bag in one hand and the bra in the other, Margaret took the bag from me and set it down. Margaret said, “Here, let me help you,” and took the bra from me. She twisted it around and straightened it, then told me to hold my arms out. She slipped on arm through a hole, then bent my other arm into the next hole and turned me around to pull it over my head. She pulled up the straps and snapped them, startling me. She spun me around and they both giggled and Tracy said, “Now you look like a real girl!” Margaret stooped and gathered up the other bras and put them in the bag while Tracy rummaged in a zippered clothes storage hanger there in the attic. Most of them were training bras, but a couple had hooks. Tracy pulled out a small white print dress and shook is out, then held it up to check the size. It must have looked about right because she unzipped it and told me to step into it.

Trembling still, I shook off my pants from my ankles and stepped into it one foot at a time. They both pulled the dress up and adjusted it, and Margaret zipped it up. It was a little tight and hung to just above my knees, but it fit really well. I was so excited, pumped with adrenaline and conflicting thoughts, that I nearly fainted.

The world around me became crystal clear in that moment... I heard the rain pitter-pat on the roof above our heads, I felt the tightness of my chest against the new feeling of a bra and dress, and I felt my tiny hard-on twinge in my slick pink panties. Feeling dressed but open from below, was new too. I felt vulnerable yet not quite exposed, with a slight breeze brushing against my thighs and panties I was hyper-aware of being exposed from below. I could smell the powder, lipstick and other scents of makeup on my face and hear the excited breaths of the girls as they admired their handiwork, twirling me slowly around and looking me up and down. At that moment, I felt the pleasure of having people look at me as a pretty thing, a soft and feminine girl. And I felt the thrill of a hidden secret under my dress; the one thing that made me not really a girl, no matter how pretty I was in the little mirror of that toy vanity.

We played “house” for what seemed like hours after that, three girls raising dollies and talking about their “husbands” away for work. Finally, the day wore on and it was time to clean up. I took off the dress but Margaret said I had to keep on the bra. I was already committed to wearing my panties home, besides, I really wanted to keep them. The bra was not really visible under my dark t-shirt, and I was already so used to it I didn’t really think much about it. Margaret took me into the bathroom down stairs and helped me wash off the makeup, then handed me the bag full of bras and panties. She said, “Wear these, ‘cause I am going to check on you,” and went downstairs with me to see me out.

I had to be careful when I got back home, I now had several pairs of panties and bras and I didn’t want my parents to find them. I found a new hidey-hole in the basement of our house, which had a black painted window in the back corner of the “pool room,” a room my parents had remodeled into a game room with a pool table. That window was supposed to be access to the pump for the side yard fountain. There was a short tunnel behind it that led under the side yard patio and the pump was at the end of the tunnel. But there was also a small hidden room off to the right, under the kitchen, through a hole in the wall of that tunnel. That is where I started keeping all of my girly things...

The summer was ending and the girls went back to live with their mom and dad. I was still a pre-pubescent boy, not quite mature enough to cum, but I was quickly becoming obsessed with wearing girly things and playing with boys when I could. Next summer the girls would be back to stay with their Nana. Scott and I played around some, but not as much and I didn’t let him know about my panties. Chris was pretty much out of the picture and off with his own friends. However, that Fall I went away to boarding school for the first time, and everything changed...

Next: Going Away to School...

I am hesitant to post this, as it is my personal story. I am sure I have embellished some parts, though this part is as true as I can remember. As usual, the names have been obscured. This is not about porn, it is about experiences... though I do still get quite hot writing about it.

It is necessary that I state this all happened among consenting adults. Any inference otherwise is purely your own interpretation.

I hope you enjoy.

Part I

The first stages of becoming

Some of my first memories of playing around, begin very early. I remember learning how good it felt to play with myself well before I had any hair or could actually cum. I would play until it “tickle-hurted” and became highly sensitive to the point that I would have to stop. I actually was playing with myself from a very early age. I was also intensely curious about others, both boys and girls, though mostly boys...

I had a friend who lived a few doors down, that was about a year older than me. He had older brothers who taught him a lot. His name was Scott. His oldest brother, Bill, was gone most of the time. Bill was a young adult and into drugs. The next older brother was Chris, who was about two and a half years older than I.

One summer, when I was about (a very early age), I started asking Scott about this ticklishness. We would go out back to the garage apartment at Scott’s house and do things like pee together and “play swords.” I noticed he was bigger than me and asked about that. He told me I could touch it if I wanted, so I reached out and played with it. He got even bigger and hard, which I thought was wonderful. He couldn’t cum yet either, he said, but he would let me play with his dick if I wanted to, every so often after that.

One time his brother Chris was there when we peed and he was different. He was bigger and wider. We were all circumcised, though I didn’t know about that then. I must have been staring at Chris’ dick because I started to get a little boner. He laughed at my little dick and said I must like looking at a real cock. That was the first time I had heard the word cock. I just nodded my head in shock. He suggested we play doctor and told me to go over to the work bench. I started to zip my pants up, but Scott said, “Don’t do that, here... pull them down. You’re the patient, we have to give you an exam.”

The old garage apartment was really a dirty storage place with windows; it was one room, a closet, and a bathroom. It was filthy, but back then, that just added to the feeling of hiding and doing stuff I wasn’t supposed to. We weren’t really supposed to “play” in there, especially like this! The windows were partially covered by pull-down rolled blinds that were torn and ragged, stacked boxes, old tools and junk as well as overgrown bushes outside. The windows were so dirty, no one could really see in either, though they could if they really wanted to - but they would have to get real close and into the bushes, but I wasn’t even thinking about that...

There was a waist high workbench type table they cleared some junk off of and Chris picked me up by the waist and set me up on it. This was the first part of the “exam.” They took my t-shirt off and my pants were already down around my ankles. I was sticking straight up, poking a tiny bulge in my white Jockeys. They both were completely dressed again, but I didn’t even think about it. After looking me over like they were playing doctor, fiddling with my little boner through my undies and poking at me a bit, they turned me around and had me lay down, face-down. Chris said they had to do a “Bun operation.” They laughed and started saying “Bun-op, bun-op,” and pulled down my undies. I was bent over with my legs hanging down from the edge of the table. I was shaking a little, but I was too excited to move! My little dick pressed against the wood felt really, really hard. They pulled my buns apart and started poking things at my anus like screw driver handles. It was slow and deliberate and not rough at all. They were testing me to see how much I would let them do and how much I would take. They would spit on my butt and slide pencils and stuff in and out of my hole, but nothing too big. I was tight at first but relaxed very quickly. I guess I just trusted them to be easy on me, and they were.

Eventually, they got bored, since I didn’t object to any of it, and told me to get dressed. That was pretty much it for awhile, but it really set the stage for who I am and what happened more and more over the years...

Becoming more passive

“Bun-ops” became a regular thing for the next couple of months. Scott and I played a lot, mostly with cars and army men, but sometimes with each other’s dicks. Especially in the garage apartment and his basement, where we were sure we could be alone and not found. We would start by going down to the basement and listening to music on his record player. He liked to tease me a lot and tell me how much bigger he was than me. Then he would make me compare my tiny dick to his bigger one. I always got hard quickly and he would laugh and rub his dick against mine to make it harder. He would get hard too, then tell me to pull on it and rub it.

Then one day he told me I had to kiss it. I said I didn’t want to, but he said he would tell everyone in the neighborhood that I had anyway if I didn’t. He stood up and waved his hard dick in my face and said, “Kiss it!” I slowly leaned into it and kissed it on the tip... then he said, “Now lick it!” I shook my head no, but he just said, “Lick it! Lick it! Lick it!” over and over again. He was starting to get louder, and I was a little afraid his grandma, who was there during the day, would hear him. She couldn’t actually come down the stairs, but she might look down from the door, and I didn’t want to get in trouble. So I leaned forward and licked it. It was slightly salty and I felt really excited about it, so I licked it again. He said, “Good, do it some more!” so I kept licking his dick. I licked one side then the other. I licked along the mushroom ridge on top and along the bottom then down to his tight balls. I then just opened my mouth and put my lips over the tip of his dick, to the head ridge and licked as far down the underside as my tongue would reach. Scott moaned a little then leaned in towards me, sliding his dick deeper into my mouth. I choked a bit and tried to back out, but he grabbed my head and kept my mouth on his dick. I pushed his legs back and managed to get back away from him a bit and said, “What did you do that for?” Scott just laughed and said it felt real good. About that time, we heard footsteps and he zipped up his pants.

Scott’s brother Chris had gotten home and he was coming down into the basement. When he saw us, he said, “Bun-op time!”

They took me to a small closet under the stairway that had a light and a pile of carpet remnants in there. They told me to drop my pants and lay face-down, for the operation. Of course, I never objected, so I did as I was told even though I was turning bright red with embarrassment and excitement. I knew they wouldn’t see my face as soon as I was down, so I quickly unzipped and dropped my drawers and laid face-down on the remnants where my little stiff weenie pushed into the plush mound of carpet. Chris had a sucker he was sucking on and after a few pencil pokes, he said, “This will be fun...” and though I had no idea what he was doing, he took his sucker and pushed it against my tight little boi hole. I felt a big round ball-like object pressing against me. This was the biggest thing they had ever tried to use for a bun-op, and it started to hurt as he pushed harder. I was squirming too much and he said, “Relax, this will feel really good when I get it all the way in,” and suddenly it popped past my sphincter into my ass. It really did feel better and I was actually starting to get excited all over again, having gotten soft as he was pushing it in. He pulled it out and pushed it back in a couple of times, and it got easier each time as I relaxed and began to even like it. Then he took it out and told me to roll over. I was stiff as a board, with my little hairless dicky sticking straight up, and my undies around my ankles. They snorted and chuckled and said I must really like that! I felt my face get really hot and I knew I was getting very red again, which just made them laugh even harder. Chris then told me I could have his sucker, which made me feel a little better, so I took it, said, “Thanks,” and began licking and sucking on it. They just laughed again and said, “Hey Mitchie, he likes it!”

Later Scott told me the sucker was what they had used for the bun-op... and the thought of that just made my little dick get hard in my pants again..

Fascinated with girls in a new way

Scott had me over to spend the night pretty often and we always wound up playing around in bed after lights out. He was lucky because he had a room all to himself, so we slept together in his twin bed. Obviously, his mom (who was divorced and living with her mother, raising her three sons), never thought anything about two young boys sleeping together in the same bed. We were (quite young), so I am sure it just never occurred to her we might be doing anything.

It was pretty obvious by then that I was passive and was easily talked into just about anything. As I think back, I was really quite smitten with Scott. Even though he was rather mean at times, teasing me and laughing at me for doing what he himself told me to do, I just couldn’t help myself. I wanted to please him and I wanted him to like me back the way I liked him — as much as I adored him.

We would climb into bed wearing nothing but underwear, which were white Jockey shorts at that time. He would bring a comic book and a flashlight and we would make a tent and read it together. We would end up talking about things like waking up with a “pup-tent” or how big some guys were, or the girls that had moved in, two houses up from him, which was also next door to my house.

Scott was really taken with the one girl, Tracy, who was the “prettiest” of the two, we both agreed, a well-developed, striking blond. She had a younger sister named Margaret, who was actually quite cute too, and they were staying with their “Nana” for the summer. Scott liked to talk about Tracy, and tell me he was going to make her his girlfriend (so, I could “have Margaret” if I wanted), but it was me he was having over to spend the night. Even though I was his “best friend,” I found I would get a little jealous when he talked like that. I would argue that I wanted Tracy, but really I was jealous that he wanted her and wasn’t as fond of me in that way. He wanted a girlfriend, and I didn’t understand yet that what I really wanted was for me to be his girlfriend. The funny thing is, when I was at home or alone, I would think about being Tracy, so that Scott would like me the way he talked about liking her. Even so, when I stayed over he would often wind up telling me to beat him off... which of course, I would do every time. He would play with my little stiff peenie sometimes, but more often I would play with his hard dick. I was also learning how to suck him a little, though I probably wasn’t very good at it yet.

Next: Getting to know the girls next door...

Oh god - it has been years. I am so horny for some dick!

Mmmm to suck... to fondle... to take me up my tight sissy hole!

 Damn.

Dreamily, Mitchelle

For awhile now I have had this fantasy of riding, just riding aimlessly back and forth... up and down a light rail train in somewhere like Philly. Maybe Boston or Bart in San Fran or even in a subway like NYC or the Metro in DC. Philly or the DC Metro might be possible... NYC kind of scares me. All of those are fairly close...If I ever get enough free time, I just might go see...

So I take my time getting dressed. I nair my legs, boi pussy and clitty, shave very close and paint my nails a nice deep red - both toes and fingers. I then put on nude stockings and white garter to hold them up... a nice matching white bra and panties (pink and white are my favorites, but for this I would want to look very "normal"). Over that a nice plain navy or grey pleated skirt... maybe a plaid that comes just above my knees and a semi-translucent white blouse. I top that with a navy cardigan and pick a matching navy bag and shoes that are not too young or too old looking, with a comfortable heel - about 2" or so with an ankle buckle strap (I am too tall for a high heel, but I also love being locked into heels, unable to get them off quickly!). Maybe open-toed to show my nails. Moderate to light makeup with lipstick to match my nails, my long hair down, but with a hair band maybe. I don't really pass well - I am broad shouldered, narrow hipped and tall with large hands, but I am getting older, and I can be close enough for most people - they usually see what they expect to see antway. I do move pretty feminie and I have natural long hair. Earrings, maybe a choker - or maybe just a nice necklace... so you could see my adam's apple if you looked... and some women's sunglasses...

I then drive to Philly or DC to get on the light rail. I stop at a gas station to freshen up - put on a nice feminie scent like Obsession... and then park, buy a day pass and board a train...

I would listen to my iPad music, "read" but really just watch people. I would sit at times and look for men who sit across from me and "inadvertantly" flash my panties!  I would stand at times, especially when it got crowded, and let myself "bump" into men standing behind me. As the rail rocked, I would rub and nudge my horny, slutty ass against their crotch and see if I could make them hard! I would turn and smile coyly... if they rubbed back, I would put my hand back and rub them more directly... and see how long and far it could go!!

I don't know if I would get off the train with anyone, but If he stayed until we were getting to the end of the line, everyone having gotten off but us, and he got more insistant, I would love to suck him off in a corner or at the back of the train! 

But, Oh god... to be actually taken in a subway or train -  to have someone lift my skirt and find my peenie... and not care... no, actually rub it and then pull my panties down a bit... to wet my boi-hole and take me there whith the empty train car - or even more exciting - in a really crowded car... as we rush towards the next stop, with people all around, unable to really see what was happening right in front of them... to fuck me and almost get caught... holding my dickie down in front of me with him behind, pushing rhythmically... to have him cum in me, then pull out and leave me there as we stop, me trying to pull up my panties unnoticed, my boi pussy leaking his cum into them as the train starts back up to the next stop... new people getting onboard and me left there all stiff and dribbling, trying to look cool and calm, pushing my skirt down...

 And maybe someone else looking me over for another bit of fun...watching the whole thing quietly in the corner... getting up and moving over to me slowly...

I would have to wait until they were done with me before I could let myself cum... masterbating in my car on the ride home... in traffic, my panties still wet against the seat... passing truckers along the highway!

Well, that's my fantasy. One of them anyway.

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this. I'll do more soon.

Dreamily, Mitchelle

I seem to be spending more and more time here!

I have been a lurker on Yahoo groups for awhile, Porn Turbo and a few others...

I really started back in the late 60s as a pre-teen, away at private school where I was quite the slut (giggle)! I never felt abused, except when I was dragged out onto the football field one of my first nights, after admitting to a boy that I liked to be forced. In retrospect, I really loved it anyway! I caused qute the stir and was called "blow-boi" the rest of my time there. I lived up to it too, though I became less open in some ways.

My journey has been long and full of false starts... and now I am an old fart who wishes maybe I had been more accepting of myself. I am obsessed with the idea of growing titties, and I love dressing, but I have wound up living a "streight" life most of the time since my teens in the 70s. I did have a period of being out in the 90s... but now I am married again and love my life, but wish I could romp once more.

This seems to happen every spring! So... I will make daring pictures and share some photos and hope I am not "found out" by my normal life (giggle)! Okay... sometimes I do wish I was "found out!" Enjoy!

Oh, what a tangled web, eh?

I remain obsessfully yours,

Mitchelle