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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 58
How I Became A Gay Sissy
Following a wreck which laid me up for a year I went to college on the settlement from the trucking company that was responsible for the accident. I was 23, not the sharpest knife in the drawer, with a part time job at the university library. I started in Management, graduated in 4 years.
During my college term I met a guy, a veteran on the GI Bill. Like me he was older than the college age kids. We hung out, more out of mutual need than true friendship. One evening he came by the library and told me had stolen two bullfrogs from the biology lab, come to his place and he would fry up some frog legs. And bring the beer.
At his place, he killed the bullfrogs, dismembered them, skinned the legs, he was a pro. He had been a cook in the Navy. We drank the beers, ate the frog legs and he told me what some of the guys did in the Navy. Descriptive stories of older men on young recruits, teaching them how to please them, firstly by giving them headjobs, followed by young men bent over or on their backs while the older sailors took them like girls in high school.
All recruits had their turn, at least until the next batch arrived. Totally unaffected I listened, a twitch in my cock now and then, his descriptions erotic and mesmerizing. His stories of his own initiation, and later as an older sailor, selecting, seducing and young recruits. My hand across my lap, my cock excited, he talked and moved over to me taking my cock in his hand, unleashing my erection from my pants, his hot lips swallowing my cock, suckling and releasing, massaging my cock with his hand, suckling my cock again, running his thumb up and down the underside of my cock until I exploded in his mouth.
It was midnight, I had an eight o'clock class, but he wasn't done with me. Slipping into the bedroom, he brought his cock around to my mouth, inserting and withdrawing, challenging me to suckle him, harder and harder. He reached for a jar of Vaseline, fingering my anus, and asking me if I wanted to take it like a man, giving up my ass like a dog, or did I want to be his girlfriend that night, lay back and he would enter face to face. In that moment I chose the later, he got between my legs and I became a girl that night. The look in his eyes as he terminated his mount. A moment maybe, but pleasure that I had up to that time not experienced.
Out of college, I tried management but the girl in me had been awakened, I searched and from time to time found a man who wanted a girl like me. I met a man who owned a hair salon, if I would be his girlfriend he would teach me how to burn hair. And all these years later I am a hairdresser in drag.
During my college term I met a guy, a veteran on the GI Bill. Like me he was older than the college age kids. We hung out, more out of mutual need than true friendship. One evening he came by the library and told me had stolen two bullfrogs from the biology lab, come to his place and he would fry up some frog legs. And bring the beer.
At his place, he killed the bullfrogs, dismembered them, skinned the legs, he was a pro. He had been a cook in the Navy. We drank the beers, ate the frog legs and he told me what some of the guys did in the Navy. Descriptive stories of older men on young recruits, teaching them how to please them, firstly by giving them headjobs, followed by young men bent over or on their backs while the older sailors took them like girls in high school.
All recruits had their turn, at least until the next batch arrived. Totally unaffected I listened, a twitch in my cock now and then, his descriptions erotic and mesmerizing. His stories of his own initiation, and later as an older sailor, selecting, seducing and young recruits. My hand across my lap, my cock excited, he talked and moved over to me taking my cock in his hand, unleashing my erection from my pants, his hot lips swallowing my cock, suckling and releasing, massaging my cock with his hand, suckling my cock again, running his thumb up and down the underside of my cock until I exploded in his mouth.
It was midnight, I had an eight o'clock class, but he wasn't done with me. Slipping into the bedroom, he brought his cock around to my mouth, inserting and withdrawing, challenging me to suckle him, harder and harder. He reached for a jar of Vaseline, fingering my anus, and asking me if I wanted to take it like a man, giving up my ass like a dog, or did I want to be his girlfriend that night, lay back and he would enter face to face. In that moment I chose the later, he got between my legs and I became a girl that night. The look in his eyes as he terminated his mount. A moment maybe, but pleasure that I had up to that time not experienced.
Out of college, I tried management but the girl in me had been awakened, I searched and from time to time found a man who wanted a girl like me. I met a man who owned a hair salon, if I would be his girlfriend he would teach me how to burn hair. And all these years later I am a hairdresser in drag.
