“What’s so funny about that?” I said, feeling like he was laughing at my expense, but he said that wasn’t the case.
“I’m not laughing at you, man, I just can’t believe how close we’ve been for so long and I never knew this side of you, that’s all.”
That was a fair enough response, given the circumstances. He continued,
“I mean, you’re not gay, and you know I’m not gay, so in a way, I kinda think it’s hot that you’re that in tune with yourself. I have 4 sisters, and I would be lying if I said I hadn’t touched a pair of their panties to my cock when jacking off, but I never went all the way to the point of putting them on. I was always terrified at the idea of being caught by one of them.”
I understood what he was saying. I had no sisters, but I had a very attractive mom who dressed as girly as a woman possibly could. I had two brothers and an old school dad, so there was a lot of testosterone flowing in my house.
“I didn’t get really serious about wearing them all the time until I got out on my own and knew my world was private. Then it just became my little secret pleasure,” I told him, and by now, I didn’t even realize that I was constantly rubbing my cock through my panties and it was so hard that it kept trying to burst through the satin patch.
“That’s wild,” he said, as he sparked the joint up and started walking towards me. He took a few big pulls, then stood right in front of me, his giant throbbing cock at full attention, at my eye level, and handed me the joint. I took a few pulls as well, and was trying to act like I wasn’t 100% focused on his cock. I handed the joint back to him, and he sat down next to me, this time much closer.
“Has anyone else ever touched you down there while you were wearing panties?” he asked, taking another pull off the joint, while teasing his cock with his other hand.
“No,” I replied, “I never intended to get busted wearing them, you are the first person who has ever known about this in my life.”
He then said, “Alright, come closer, I am going to do a shotgun hit for you.”
A shotgun hit on a joint is when one person turns the burning end of the joint around and puts it in their mouth, then they blow outward, and it shoots a stream of smoke into another person’s mouth. I remember “Kashmir” started playing on the CD player. I turned to him, got really close to his mouth, and he flipped the joint around and started blowing smoke into my mouth. As soon as he finished, and my lungs were at full capacity, he pulled the joint out and said,
“Now you blow it back into my mouth, get closer, baby.”
I barely noticed he called me baby, but put my lips seriously close to his and started exhaling. As I did, our lips sort of touched. At first, we both moved backwards a little bit, and we both were smiling. After 10 or so seconds, we both kept inching our lips closer and closer until they were locked. We kissed passionately and gently, all lips for about a minute. As time went by, I could feel his tongue inching its way into my trembling mouth, and he began going deeply and aggressively down my throat, and I remember me locking my lips on it, sucking it like it was a cock.
At that moment, I felt his hand on my crotch, rubbing my dick through my panties. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. My entire body was tingling, and I was breathing heavier than I ever had in my life. My instinct was to grab his almost cartoonish looking giant, throbbing cock, and begin gently stroking it with my hand, as we kept on kissing.
He started rubbing me all over my body, pulling me closely into him and we embraced. His arms wrapped around me, and both of his hands each grabbed an ass cheek through my panties. He inched his way down from my lips with his face, slowly kissing my neck and shoulders, and his mouth made its way to my nipples. He began sucking on one of them and I thought I was going to cum right then. It seriously had me panting like a bitch in heat.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, “Oh, fuck baby that feels amazing,” and with each comment I would make, he would go to the other nipple and start sucking it as well, all the while his hands were fully gripping my ass cheeks, pulling them apart, sticking fingers into my asshole through my panties. I couldn’t take it anymore, I felt like I was about to start shooting spurts of cum with each move he would make on me. My entire body had turned into a giant erogenous zone.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I want to suck your cock, baby,” I said to him, in between deep and feverish breaths and amazing waves of internal pleasure.
With that, he pulled back, got up on his knees, held his cock by the base, and said, “Come get it.”
I turned to him, laid down on my belly facing him, and put my lips right on the tip of his cock. He moaned in delight, and I began playing with the head in my mouth. It would jump and spasm with each lick or kiss I would give it. I couldn’t fucking believe I was actually licking and sucking on a cock. Not just a cock, but a nice, fat cock that was attached to the nice body of a sweet, good looking guy. I had imagined it countless times, but the real thing was way better than anything my imagination was able to come up with.
I never really knew I would actually enjoy servicing a cock as much as I was enjoying this. As I was licking and kissing on Brad’s cock, I began to realize what the driving force behind my fantasizing about being a girl and being with a guy really was. Girls always gave me pleasure.
In my mind, every single thing about being a girl seemed amazing, from their looks, to their minds, to their smells, even to their societal roles. I envied all of those things, without even mentioning the obvious luxuries like clothes, lingerie, makeup, hair, and being pursued by men that want to love and fuck them. I’ve heard a lot of women complain about being objectified by men. I’ve never been able to fully understand that. Sexual objectification of me by men would be like a dream to me if I were a hot woman. But anyway, back to the story…
“That feels real good,” said Brad, “are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
I smiled, bobbed my head up and down on his cock to about the halfway mark and said, “I’m positive I’ve never done this before, but I’ve watched a lot of porn, and have secretly fantasized about doing it for a long time,” as I continued going up and down on his throbbing cock.
“I can’t say I’ve fantasized about sucking a cock,” he replied, “but I have fantasized about you sucking my cock for a long time.”
This intrigued me, and also really turned me on. I smiled and replied, “Oh, really? Me, in particular?” then I took him into my mouth as far as I could before gagging on it, which really woke up my saliva glands, and caused him to moan in delight. He began leaning over to get his hands on my crotch and ass. I suggested we lay opposite of one another on the couch, so he could be down by my ass, and I could remain laser focused on his cock, and so we did it.
He began rubbing my panties between my legs where my pussy should have been, and continued explaining himself to me. I began sucking his cock a lot more intensely as he began rubbing around on my crotch and ass cheeks.
“Yeah, while I’m not gay, and neither are you,” he said, as I was literally sucking his cock and he was toying with my asshole, “I have always thought you were cute for a guy, and I know how passionate and loving you can be from the songs you write. I always found that to be a turn on.”
The fact that he thought I was cute was extremely flattering to me, and the fact that he was into the love and passion I displayed through song lyrics made me eager to satisfy his every desire as best I could. I took my lips off of his cock, and gently put one of his balls in my mouth. They were huge! I had read in some porn mag about how to suck on balls, and the advice was to be very tender with them, as they are extremely sensitive.
I put one into my mouth, and he groaned in ecstasy, which in turn made me groan in ecstasy, which vibrated on his balls and made him twitch unnaturally. I suckled on it a little bit more, then let it out and took his other one in. At that point, I felt a brand new unbelievable sensation run through me. He had bunched my panties up onto my right hip, and licked my puckering hole. As he did, I felt a little dribble of cum spurt out of my now flaccid dick, which may as well have been a clit at this point.
It’s amazing how your body can react to your mind in sexual situations. I had gone soft as I began to suck Brad’s cock, but my entire pelvic region had begun tingling in pleasure the minute that I put his large cock head and shaft into my mouth, and my dick was very much participating in the pleasure that was taking place right below it in my sissy pussy.
He spit into my pussy a couple of times, slapped my ass cheeks sweetly, then held onto my hip with one hand, and stuck a finger from his other hand slowly into me. He didn’t get very far, maybe half of his finger went inside of me, and I felt another uncontrollable spurt of cum shoot out of me as he did. This made me extremely turned on, and I released his ball out of my mouth and grabbed his cock like it was a microphone and I was Mick Jagger.
“Oh yeah, baby,” he said, “suck that fucking cock baby, you’re an amazing cocksucker, baby.”
He was working his finger in and out of my pussy, stopping to re-lubricate it every so often with his spit, and I would writhe in pleasure and suck his cock even harder than I already was. I felt his hips thrusting into my face, then I felt another finger going inside of me. I had two fingers inside of me, and began grinding on them as he pushed them in and out of my quivering hole.
“Fuck my face, daddy,” I whispered, in between nonstop licks and sucks, “fuck my face, daddy.”
Apparently, he loved hearing me call him daddy. He began pumping his cock down my throat, and working his two fingers in and out of my pussy at a fevered pace.
“If I’m your daddy, then you’re my baby, understand?” he grunted to me, as I was willfully gagging on his engorged and delicious cock.
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