Becoming a Sissy Slut.

When I was young, I became curious about cock. I had seen a few pictures that stirred me in a new and powerful way. A way that I had not felt before. When I got a little older, I became curious about cum. Stealing away glances of a friends' adult magazine collection, the sticky white globs of the stuff on pretty women's faces and bodies made me wonder. They seemed it exstasy. What power it most hold. It seemed like a gift for their efforts. I looked as if they loved it, where drawn to it and intoxicated by it. Before long, I started to hint about it to a friend when alone and when alone, with older boys, also.

My first experience was with that friend. I think he was curious, maybe only to be sucked, but like me could not say it. It was during a sleep over at his house. I could not sleep, the urge was compleltely overpowering. I slowly moved towards his as he slept. I hoped he was asleep, but I don't think he actually was because when I touched his dick through his pajama bottoms, tracing it with my finger tips, he became rock hard! It was the biggest thrill, but I had to experience even more. He short, firm and wonderfully thick cock bounced under my touch as I carefully and slowly lowered his pants down, just enough to free his pointed cocks head so that I could lick and suck it. I ran my fingers over it, absolutely in lust. With my thumb and forefinger, I gently stroked it, wishing that it would spurt out it's white, thick jizz. It felt almost rubbery to my touch. More, I had to experience more. I had to feel it on my lips, between my lips. I had to know the taste of it. I licked the tip, he was so hard that his cock was standing, I slipped my lips over it. A warmth and tingle came over me. I knew immediately that sucking cock was special, that I loved it. How orgasmic would tasting cum be? I sucked on his cock's head and rubbed and stroked his fat shaft. I had no idea if I was doing it right or not, but it felt and seemed so natural. When his hips began to buck slightly, it made my cock ache in anticipation. He seemed to exhale and I felt the wonderful, warm rush. My eyes rolled back at the strange but wonderful taste. It was amazing, but now I didn't know what to do with it. My mouth was filled, I didn't want to swallow it, but I didn't know where to put it either. Silly, I know, but I didn't want him or his parents to find it in the morning. Begrudingly, I swallowed his cum down. Feeling it slid, thick and potent down my throat. I layed back down as if drunk and satisfied. What a wonderful feeling, I thought. Sucking cock is amazing! Laying there, lost in the experience, I masturbated over and over until the sun came up.

That experience became addictive. I felt such urges and desires for more. I didn't know how to attract other boys except by acting submissive, maybe one might want to take advantage of that. Maybe he would want to use me. Maybe I could get exactly what I wanted and needed, too. I think that we both knew what would happen when I met him on the side of my house that first afternoon. Bobbing my head up amd down on him and almost gagging myself on hard cock. Being on my kees felt amazing, intoxicating. I had heard older boys talk. They would say that their girls wouldn't suck their cocks or complain that even if they did, that they wouldn't play with their balls. I wasn't going to make that mistake. I craddled and gently squeezed his sack. I wanted to pleasure as much as possible! I knew very early the pleasure that came from pleasing others! Quiet words, "don't stop, don't stop." He didn't have to worry about that! His cock's head seemed to swell on my tongue and then jerk as the first spurt shot into my mouth. Warm, wonderful and erotic, I felt that dizzying enraptured feeling once more. No hesitation this time, I swallowed his cum and waited for more.

The next time I saw him, once out of sight, he rubbed my chest from behind as I secured the side yard gate. His finger tips running across me, across my nipples made me more horny than I had ever been. Was that a thing? Was it a sexual thing? They felt connected to the tip of my cock and touching them unexpectedly made my precum flow! On my knees sucking cock again, I touched my nipples through my shirt. What a turn on! It made me crave cock so much more than ever! I moaned, and pushed my mouth down his hard dick. I felt it in my throat. He saw what I was doing and reached down to pinch them. I moaned and sighed uncontrollably around his cock and sucked him even harder. It felt incredible! His legs shook from my efforts and quickly filled my mouth, giving me my so badly desired reward. He quickly left again, leaving us both with a secret, hidden smile.

He was back the very next day. I shyly told him of his affect on me. I told him how his touch had made me so incredibly horny.

I had made the mistake(?) of letting him know how it could make me just completely melt and become unable to resist giving into his cock. It just made me lose inhabitions like nothing else. Of course, back then I did not have those words, but the meaning was the same and he understood it. That was important on another day after school. I was on the side of my house, a place I often found myself alone and thinking of cock and where our other encounters had happened. He reached under my shirt and pinched my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. My head began to spin. Nothing, besides sucking cock, turned me on more. He began to turn me towards the wall and pressed me up against it. His hands movd to my waist bandand pushed down my pants and underwear. I felt powerless to stop him, maybe I did not want to stop him. He ran his hands back up my chest and pinched and rubbed me more as he grinded his hard cock along my ass crack. I could hear him spitting. He rubbed saliva on his cock and aimed it at my tight, little hole. All the air escaped my lungs in unsure anticipation. Then I felt whincing pain and this strange, incredible pressure. He was inside. I did not whisper stop, I simply whispered, "Go slow." He held my hips and pushed into me deeper. I looked down to see that I too was rock hard and that there was a stream of sticky, clear precum already drippping out, slowly edging me to orgasm. He only moved back and forth inside me a few times before shaking and releasing his hot load up my ass. Kind of wonderful, I would think later, he must of been so turned on fucking my tight, little ass.

This went on for months, with hardly any words needing to be spoken. He would come over and if he wanted my ass, he caress and pinch my nipples. If he wanted head, he only had to start unzipping his pants to make me fall to my knees. Is was such an amazing time in my young life. He was not the only boy that I would entertain on the side of the house. I had become pretty good at coaxing them to come over, each one eager to fed me his cum. I had become bolder, also, letting them know that they could have me and use me, if they wanted. It was all just the biggest turn ons for me. I would have the best orgasms touching myself afterwards.

Yes, I grew bolder with each encounter. So did my lusts, also. I guess I was a slut, always looking for more and to expand my sexual world. Soon, boys were not enough and I discovered the appetites of men. More direct, more sure of what they wanted and needed. It was the most amaing time! I found that they were often passionate about sucking cock, also. I could get sucked off two or three times a day. It was out of control. I went from family friends, to coaches, to friend's dads, to strangers. All so different, yet so similar.

I had known him for years. Much, much older, but always with a pleasant smile and a warm touch. I had never noticed before, but now I did. Now, I began to burn. When no one was looking, I casually rubbed against his cock, making it seem like an accident. A few moments later, I looked back at him, to see if he was looking at me. If he was, then maybe he was interested. His gaze into my eyes was burning as well! It would be days later, but when I saw him at my house, I knew what would happen and my cock began to ache. I sucked my first older cock that day. So different than with those boys. He ran his fingers through my hair, he told me how good it felt. I would get my first blowjob that day, too. The feeling was indescribable, just leg shaking, Earth quaking pleasure. His big, wonderful, wet mouth, edging me to orgasm, then sucking me to spent completion. I thought to myself, "that was how one could fall in love."

I was insatiably, however. A coach at school was an amazing affair. Big, muscular and manly. I became his assistant, which meant that I had access to the locker room. I waited around several days, after the other boys had left, hoping that something might happen. About the third time I tried, I heard the shower turn on. I think he thought he was alone, but I like to think that he knew he wasn't! Carefully glancing in, it was the coach showering! Water cascading down his muscular chest as he soaped up his arms, stomach and cock. The sight took my breath away. Long, slow pulls on his hanging manhood, I was so aroused, I couldn't look away. I formed a quick plan. I quickly stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower area. He said, "Oh, hi Paul, I didn't know that you were still here." It wasn't surprise, or embarrashment in his voice, it was something else. I moved to the shower head only ome away from him. If he wasn't interested, this could all be considered innocent. At least, thats what I thought in my head. To my delight, he stayed right where he was. I stole glances at his cock as it swung and moved as he did. I felt myself getting an erection, I just could not help it. I could feel his eyes on me, there was no hiding. Would he make the next move?

I was quickly learning just how much different men were from boys. They know how to treat their sissy boytoys! I stood, almost frozen as he approached me. For a moment, maybe making sure that this was what I wanted, he stood close, but nothing more. My cock was absolutely throbbing! Even closer now and he took it in his hand as I leaned into him. He stoked my a few times, then put his hands gently on my shoulders and guided me down. I was eye level now with his hairy, manly cock. I knew exactly what to do, too. Soft kisses along it's length, but I did not make him wait. I took him in my mouth and started sucking him. His soft moans and grunts told me I was doing a good job! His hand on my head, almost lovingly. I guess it was almost romantic. I put my hands on his big, hairy ass. What a turn on! Running them over his cheeks, letting him know that I loved this, too. My left squeezed his ass and my right moved to his hairy ball sack. Squeezing them, hoping to coax the cum out as I continued to suck him. He was breathing so hard, he must be so turned on! It made me feel like smiling! It made me so happy. He pulled away, but I did not skip a beat. As he started to furiously stroke himself, I dove my mouth onto his balls, licking and sucking them like crazy. Huffing and puffing, then that wonderful, moaning sound as he pushed my head back. I knew what was about to happen and opened my mouth for him. He looked down in amazement. I wondered if I was his first, maybe just his first that was so eager and willing. He grunted, holding my head and shot his load onto my face and i to my mouth. Under his breath, I heard, "fuck, fuck." His cum tasted wonderful and made me feel wonderful. That familair, incredible light headed tingle.

I have to write about my friend's dad. Mind you, this is all in secret. It started off one afternoon when I was over for a cook out. He was tall and fit and very maculine and handsome. It was easy to be drawn to him. He asked me to give him a hand moving some firewood out in the yard. I began to tingle knowing that we were all alone. Again, I made the first move. I touched his arm and let it linger. A soft, gentle caress. I could tell that it shot electricity through us both. He was leaned over picking up a log and I quickly kissed his on the cheek. Somehow, it was my first time kissing another guy. He stood up straight, clearly in shock. His eyes wide, but quickly softened. "What was that for?" he asked. I just said that I felt like it. "Do you like kissing other guys?" Even at my young age, I could tell in his voice that it wasn't a pointed question. Rather, it was kind and curious. "I don't know," I told him, "I've never done it before. Maybe I've done other stuff, though." Leaving it perfectly open, I thought, to let him decide what that meant.

"You can come over next week if you want, but Tyler and his Mom will be gone." He didn't look at me, but I guess I wasn't looking at him either. Maybe both of us were nervous. "I'd like that," I said and we walked back in silence to the house. I couldn't wait! I was so excited!

The day finally arrived and he welcomed me inside. I went to the back of the house, making sure not to be seen. We went to his bedroom right away. "He asked me if I wanted to kiss. Afterall, that was how we got to that point. Just a soft caress, his face rough agasint my soft, smooth skin. His tongue felt huge, but the kiss was amazing. What a turn on being in a man's arms! We undressed and he took my hand pulling me unto the bed, between his legs, as he layed back. Completely nude, he let my eyes drink him in. He must of known a boy's curiousity and urges. He had probably felt them when he was young, just as I was. I think it was one of the best encounters of my life. He just layed back and let me bath his cock and balls in passionate attention. I breathed in his scent, masculine and intoxicating. He even tasted amazing and sweet, his precum coating my tongue. I pleasured him forever. I was going insane with lust. I moved up his body, kissing and moaning as I went. "Mmmm," sounds as we kissed, open mouthed. Like I had seen in movies, I kissed his neck, then whispered in his ear, "You can fuck me if you want."

I went to Tyler's house everyday that week.