I'm Now A Queer, A Sissy And Nothing Can Change That

My first cock happened when I was on the track team. Part of our workout was to run several miles, and I chose to run around the city park because of the scenery. I ran in the mornings before school, but that day was Sunday and I ran late in the afternoon after Sunday dinner. Along the way I came across a man with a car that was stalled so I stopped and asked what was the matter. He told me that he had no idea really, but he also didn't have any money. To confess completely, other than the ignition I have no idea on how to start a car.

We talked for a few minutes, I explained that the nearest garage was a few miles away, as most gas stations don't have full car service. He was upset about it and felt like life had turned a bad page against him. I told him I lived a few blocks away and to come with me, and from the air conditioned living room he could think of his options.

My parents went back and forth about getting him a motel room or letting his stay with us. At the end, he stayed the night, and he had to deal with his car the next day. It was well after midnight when I was awakened by him touching my shoulder. He told me that he wanted to get in bed with me and cuddle. He got in behind me and pulled me up to him in a spoon arrangement. All I had on was a pair of briefs and he was hard as nails. He humped against me and he got bigger and harder. He whispered that he knew I was going to like it and he pushed my briefs out the way and started to poke and push against me, until he got it in and then started the process of getting in deeper and deeper. I turned onto my stomach and on my back he worked himself in until he could go no further, then started to fuck in and out until he came inside of me.

He stayed with me until close to five before sneaking back to the guest room. I lay there, alone, with a wet butthole. I wasn't a man anymore, I was a queer, a sissy. My father agreed to pay for his car to be towed to a garage. He had a small problem with his fuel pump, which was fixed for a little over two hundred. With his car back in order he called and left me a message. He would be parked where we first met and for me to come over after I got home from school.

He told me it was time for me show respect and suck him. If I didn't suck him he would fuck me. I sucked him in his car and he kept my head down with his hand until he managed to unload in my mouth. He told me I was a cute boy, and he wanted to kiss me. Not to ever say no to him, and he kissed me before letting me know that he had my number and when he was around again, he would call me.

I can't say I have gotten over him, or that I have dated a girl since that experience. I have college to go this fall and I'm scared I will be a college sissy. I know what it means to have let a man fuck you, any hope of being a man is no longer something I can look forward to. I called him to let him know where I was going to college, in case he comes around that way, he can call me to go see him.