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Sissy Homo-the Early Years
As I mentioned in my previous confession, I had always known since I was a young teenager I was turned by cocks and the idea of being with another guy being little sissy queers. By the way, so glad I stumbled across this site. So hot telling my gay stories and reading others. Below are some defining memories seared into my brain all these years later that eventually led to me actually acting on my secret gayness. Today I still get wet thinking about these times wishing I knew then what I know now.
My parents were divorced and I would go spend a couple weeks with my Dad each summer. My dad had re-marrried and I had two step sisters and a step brother who was a year younger than I. My Dad had the book "Everything you always wanted to know about sex but were afraid to ask." I used to sneak off to the bathroom with this book. I always gravitated to the gay chapter and read the gay stories. I was 14, maybe15 then and knew I wanted a cock but had no idea how to go about it.
One night at my dads house, I went to bed in my room and was laying in bed saying "I love dicks." My stepbrother was hiding behind the headboard and heard me. He too was a closet sissy homo. He got out from behind the bed and stood up looking at me. The lights were still on and I just had the sheet pulled over me. I looked at him and spread my legs open with my hardon bulging the sheet. The proverbial tent. I wanted him to climb on top of me and start humping me. He stared at me for a minute then left the room. We both knew what we wanted but neither knew how to make the first move. After he left I played with my cock as best I could. I had no idea how to jerkoff then. After a couple of minutes, I suddenly ejaculated for the first time in my life. I didn't know what was happening. My God! What a load that was. Must have been a full cup. There was jizz everywhere. What a mess that was for an inexperienced young teenager to clean up.
My stepbrother and I would ackwardly try to seduce each other. We used pull sleeping bags over our heads and stagger around the house. The parents were not home. One time we bumped into each other and I pinned him up against the wall and started madly humping him. He was kind of twinkish and that turned me on. As I'm humping him, he said "Are you trying to screw me?" He wasn't resisting. That was my first physical gay experience. Thinking back, oh how I wish I knew how to take it further.
Another time we decided to get inside the same sleeping bag and stagger around the house. We were obviously physically close being in the same sleeping bag. Our hands touched and we were sort of holding hands with our pinkies interlocked. We stopped walking and I was behind him. I reached around with my right hand lightly placing my hand over his cock. Surely he knew my hand was there. Not knowing what to do, or afraid, I pulled my hand back. Again, oh how I wish I could relive that moment but were clueless how to go further.
Got to go now. More to cum.
My parents were divorced and I would go spend a couple weeks with my Dad each summer. My dad had re-marrried and I had two step sisters and a step brother who was a year younger than I. My Dad had the book "Everything you always wanted to know about sex but were afraid to ask." I used to sneak off to the bathroom with this book. I always gravitated to the gay chapter and read the gay stories. I was 14, maybe15 then and knew I wanted a cock but had no idea how to go about it.
One night at my dads house, I went to bed in my room and was laying in bed saying "I love dicks." My stepbrother was hiding behind the headboard and heard me. He too was a closet sissy homo. He got out from behind the bed and stood up looking at me. The lights were still on and I just had the sheet pulled over me. I looked at him and spread my legs open with my hardon bulging the sheet. The proverbial tent. I wanted him to climb on top of me and start humping me. He stared at me for a minute then left the room. We both knew what we wanted but neither knew how to make the first move. After he left I played with my cock as best I could. I had no idea how to jerkoff then. After a couple of minutes, I suddenly ejaculated for the first time in my life. I didn't know what was happening. My God! What a load that was. Must have been a full cup. There was jizz everywhere. What a mess that was for an inexperienced young teenager to clean up.
My stepbrother and I would ackwardly try to seduce each other. We used pull sleeping bags over our heads and stagger around the house. The parents were not home. One time we bumped into each other and I pinned him up against the wall and started madly humping him. He was kind of twinkish and that turned me on. As I'm humping him, he said "Are you trying to screw me?" He wasn't resisting. That was my first physical gay experience. Thinking back, oh how I wish I knew how to take it further.
Another time we decided to get inside the same sleeping bag and stagger around the house. We were obviously physically close being in the same sleeping bag. Our hands touched and we were sort of holding hands with our pinkies interlocked. We stopped walking and I was behind him. I reached around with my right hand lightly placing my hand over his cock. Surely he knew my hand was there. Not knowing what to do, or afraid, I pulled my hand back. Again, oh how I wish I could relive that moment but were clueless how to go further.
Got to go now. More to cum.
