A Natural Born Sissy

In my life after high school I worked for the steel industry in Pennsylvania. Following my father and my uncles. No one had a college degree. Men were hard, they drank hard and were heads of their house and the women fell in line. We were Catholics, and everyone had four or five siblings. My mother worked as a hairdresser. We were middle class, and my parents paid off their house before they died.

I was different. I don't mean different like I looked queer. I didn't. I worked alongside the men, drank with the men. It's just that I didn't fantasize about Suzie or Christine. I fantasized about Bob or Mike. I learned early, around 13 to suck cock. It isn't that I was different there either, in our neighborhoods the hard asses made the sissies suck cock. And some of us sissies got our ass fucked too. The difference was between those of us who liked and looked forward to it, and those that didn't like it. For them it was tough going.

I was Mike's sissy. He had dropped out of high school and worked at the super. He liked to fuck. My little ass took it and my little ass liked it. I liked sucking Mike too. He called me a sissy which was fine with me. I was a sissy, I was Mike's sissy and no one else messed with me. When I finished high school I went to work at the plant with my father and Uncle Bill. I was going to be a man whether I liked it or not. I went with them to the bar after work and we all drank beer and smoked until it was time to go home to dinner. I had forgotten about Mike a long time before.

It turned out that Bob worked there too. Bob was a hillbilly type and wore his hair long. A non conformist, a commie pinko type. Bob had a huge dick for a skinny guy. Getting fucked through and through took some time. We tried several things to slick me up. Vaseline, cooking oil, Nivea cream. Whatever my mother had. Vaseline worked the best. Once Bob was all in he made me squeal for him. When I sucked Bob's dick I held it with both hands. I was never Bob's sissy.

After five years my father told me to get another job, I was an embarrassment and I needed to take a long walk and not come back. He gave me two hundred bucks and said goodbye at the bus. I got as far as Ohio and signed up with the local police department to clean and sweep out the place. It wasn't much of a job, easy to do and I got paid Union wages. One of the cops told me I needed to apply to join the force. I passed the test and I went to cadet school. I became a cop.

Now that I was being paid good I got a place in a three story apartment block. It was there that I met Blair. Blair drove a bus for the city and lived in the basement where he was the maintenance man. He was a big old boy. Black as black can be. He plaid high school ball. He was in his thirties and he liked white boys. Soon as soon can be I was sucking on his big old cock and he was pounding my ass and I was squealing back. He like to fuck me with my uniform on, to get back at all the cops that had treated him bad. That was back in 1984.

All I'm saying that some of us sissy types were born to it. Some of us became sissies not because of our liking. But whether you were a natural born sissy or not, a sissy sucks the man and the man fucks him. That to me is the definition of a sissy. And if you happen to be a natural born sissy and you wind up being the sissy of a big black bull like Blair, so much the better.

I am sixty nine now and live with my master, my Daddy, his name is Clarence. He was a motorcycle cop for a long time before he retired and went to work for a flooring company installing carpet and wood floors. He owns the franchise now. I do the sucking, and he does the fucking and we are both as happy as happy can be. Clarence found out that he liked sissies in Viet Nam. I could have been there but my number never came up.