Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2007 14:05:13 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Barry Tries to Make Me a Sissy" by Jay Roberts

++Under no circumstances are kids under 18 invited to read this story.  It
is written for and meant for older people of certain tastes.  Please leave
if you are too young.+++


When I was 13 I met Barry sitting on the benches that lined the pool in
Walker High School.  We were the only two freshmen who did not participate
in the three times a week swimming classes.  I had a broken wrist and a
doctor's note; Barry also had some mysterious excuse and a doctor's note.
He suffered from allergy to chlorine.  We sat together watching the boys
take their classes.  In that school, at that time, boys swam naked.  It was
kind of strange seeing kids from my classes totally bare.  Most of the
freshmen was still built like little boys, but a few, like myself in fact,
had visible hair under their arms and a small bush above their penises.
Barry would call me and nudge my arm, "Hey Jimmy, look at Chris, he's got a
nice baloney hanging there."  I would just grunt.  It didn't seem right to
talk about people's private places.

Had not we been thrown together by the happenstance of our doctor's notes,
I would never have chosen Barry for a friend.  Barry was, and everyone
called him, a sissy.  He lived with his Mother and two sisters.  He
sometimes carried women's style magazines.  He announced that he was going
to become a couturier.  "What's that?" I asked.  He explained that he would
design clothes for women.  I didn't question him about it, but it sure
seemed strange that anyone, especially a boy, would even consider such a
dumb thing.

Barry was very taken with me and that was the source of his power over me.
How did I know?  Geez, he told me.  "I really like you so much Jimmy.  You
are so good looking and built so nice.  Do you want to come over my house
and sleep over?"

I kind of took advantage of him.  One day he brought candy, a box of cherry
cordials.  I practically ate them all myself.  He noticed that I liked them
and said he was happy to see that I was pleased.  He wiped the corner of my
mouth.  That was embarrassing and I think one of the swimmers saw it.  " I
will bring a box every day."  He said.

I should have refused.  Barry family was pretty poor.  They lived in a tiny
apartment with one bedroom that Barry occupied.  His mother and the two
girls made up beds in the living room.

I was a neat looking kid.  I had dark blond hair in bangs over my blue eyes
and good features generally.  I was one of the tallest kids in the freshman
class and had a shadow of fine hair in the center of my chest.  I loved
sports; not baseball and football, but horse back riding and tennis.  I
also was an avid bike rider.  Just before I broke my wrist, my cousin and I
took an overnight bike trip of over forty miles.

Barry didn't know anything about team sports or played anything.  He did
roller skate and did some fancy stuff, which was surprising because he was
a bit over weight.  It is hard to describe him.  He had nice curly hair and
very smooth girlish skin.  He was as tall as me, but he had a big ass and a
bit of a belly.  It was his expressions that were different from the rest
of the guys, he rolled his eyes and pursed his lips and waved his arms
around when he talked.  And he loved to talk.  He knew all the gossip of
Hollywood and the latest clothes the women were wearing.  He could sing the
intros to every pop song ever written, but it was the ballet that he loved
the most.  He had been at seven ballet performances.  Most of us, me
included, would never go.; We couldn't understand what the attraction was
with guy prancing around with big schlongs showing.  The girls were okay,
but not like the hot ones we loved in the movies and on television.

Although it was not good for my reputation I did accept that sleepover.
His sisters were staying over a friend's house.  Dinner was wonderful.  He
and his Mom were real good cooks.  Barry even baked a chocolate cake
because he knew I was a chocolate freak.  I was feeling really flattered
and important, especially when his ma kept saying how she was so glad that
Barry had a friend like me.

After dinner, Barry did the dishes.  His mother was off to bingo at St,
Mary's.  Then we went into the living room.  Barry took out a book of
pictures of male ballet dancers of that last one hundred years.  He sat
next to me with the book was across both of our laps.  He kept pointing out
his favorites and talking about their legs, handsome faces and big bulges
showing in their tights.  Boy those tights were tight, you could see their
ass checks as the fabrics went right into their crotches.

After awhile Barry moved the book away and said, "Look, I got a stiffy from
looking.  You too?"

I ignored him and got up and went to the bathroom for a piss.  He was
making me uncomfortable and I considered leaving.  When I got back to the
living room he had gotten two glasses of coke.  I love coke.  I forgot all
about the awkward questions a few moments ago, but once we were sipping our
cokes, he persisted.  "Do you get hard ons?"

"Sometimes, everyone does, but we don't go on about it."

"Do you jack off?"

I hesitated answering, afraid that he would have something on me.  I
decided on the middle path.  "Yeah, but not much."

"I do it as often as I can.  I started getting white stuff to spit out.  Do
you?"

"Let's talk about something else.  You got any games?"

But he was not to be deterred.  He had a funny look on his face.  His mouth
was partly open and his eyes fixing mine.  He unzipped his fly and took out
his penis.  I had never seen another boy's penis.  His was long.  He told
me later that it was six and one half inches long.  It was also fat.  It
looked like a smooth Zeppelin, except of course it was pink, not silver.

In a weird voice he coaxed, "Feel it."

"No way.  Put it away."

But he didn't, he began stroking it and breathing hard.  Then he stopped.
"Let me see yours."

I don't know why.  He said it so imploringly that I just took it out.  To
my surprise it was hard and pulsing.  "Oh that is a beauty.  Can I touch
it."

I started to get up.  "You're acting real crazy.  No, you can't touch it.
Let's get ready for bed and forget about this stuff."

But he reached out and touched it, on the head, and swiped his thumb across
the piss slit.  I let out a long "o-o-o-h."

He smiled and patted my check in a motherly fashion.  "I knew you'd like
it.  Here, lick my palm and that'll make it feel real good."

Again, I just don't know why I did it.  Maybe I was curious to see where
this would lead.  Right then my dick felt like it needed attention, loving.
I licked his palm.  "Make it wetter," he ordered.  Like a doggie I obeyed.
Then he wrapped his warm, spit wetted hand around my dick.  I moaned
loudly.

"We shouldn't do this.  It's wrong."

He breathed into my ear.  "Do you want me to stop, Jimmy honey?"

Even though I recoiled at the "honey" I groaned, "No kept doing it."

He stroked me lovingly and my head was swimming with pleasure.  When I
jerked off, it never felt like this.  I knew I was going to shoot any
minute, but I didn't know what to do.  Finally I croaked, "Barry.  I'm
getting that feeling.  I don't want to mess myself.  You better stop."

"Don't worry.  I'll catch it in my mouth."  I couldn't understand what he
meant.  He repositioned himself so that his fat, pink cigar was right near
hand that I was holding on my side.  "Get me off as I suck you."

Holy crow, I heard of sucking off.  I thought bad girls did it.  A moment
later his fat hot mouth was around my prick.  He mouth was full of spit and
he slid up and down.  It felt better than anything I had ever felt before.
I was mewling like a new born calf.  He took my hand and put it on his
dick.  I made a halfhearted effort to stroke him, but I was so entranced
with my own feelings that I barely did it.  Suddenly I put my hand on his
lips.  "Stop, I'm going to..."

He lifted his head.  "Honey, just let it come.  I want to taste your Jimmy
sperm."

This was just nuts, but I was under his control.  I settled back and
relaxed my ass that I had been clenching.  My cum sensation was speeding up
from my thighs, my balls were vibrating and my cock was trembling.  I shot
what seemed endless shots of cum into his slurping mouth.  It was the
greatest thing I ever felt.  At last it was over.  He sat up grinning and
licking a drop from his lips.  "Now Jimmy, do it to me."

"No way." I said forcefully and started to get up.

"Okay, but stay there.  Watch me cum."

I felt stupid, but I stayed put while he huffed and puffed and pulled on
his organ, his face red and his breath like a steam engine.  Finally he
grabbed a tissue and shot heavy streams into it.  "Wow, having you next to
me gave me a great cum.  I guess we should go to bed."

I really wished I could just leave.  I didn't want to sleep in the same
room with him.  In fact, it turned out to be one full size bed.  "I always
sleep naked.  You can if you want." He said to me, but I kept my under
shorts on.

Although it was a strange bed and a stranger situation, as soon as my head
hit the pillow, he voice disappeared and I fell headlong into a dreamless
heavy sleep.  Just when the window was lightening with the early sun, I
woke up feeling someone touching my dick.  Then I remembered everything.  I
kept breathing slowly.  I was a pig, I wanted that feel good feeling I had
the last night.  He didn't disappoint me, he so gently stroked me.  I knew
that I was leaking stuff like I did when I was really excited.  Then I felt
the bed moving and I knew I was in for the great pleasure he had given me
before.  His mouth felt even hotter than it had last evening.  He sucked
much slower, almost as if he was a baby at his mother's breast.  Suckle,
suckle, he was bringing me to a dizzy height.  The room seemed to disappear
and I was spinning around in the sky.  His tongue was swirling all around
and his hands found my testicles and he tickled them and pulled them as he
sucked.  Then he reached lower and moved his finger back and forth across
my ass hole.  I never knew that could feel so good.  Then he put his finger
inside, just the tip.  He began to suck hard and moved his mouth up and
down rapidly.  I let out a wordless shout and began pulsingly delivering
globs of white, thick cum into his mouth.  He was humming with pleasure as
he tasted and swallowed.  It was a bit scary as he was so turned on by my
spooge.  I don't know if he believed I was asleep, but I continued the
fiction for a half hour.  I wasn't hard to do as I was half passed out from
the pleasure.

Finally I got up officially.  We had breakfast We didn't say much to each
other.  I shook hands with him and thanked his mom for breakfast.  I walked
home slowly, feeling that his personality had almost controlled me.

My wrist caste came off in a few days and I joined the naked swimmers.  I
could see him up on the benches and I had to be careful not to get a hard
on because I remembered his hot mouth.

I never had another experience with a male.  I've had lots of blow jobs
from girls.  None were ever like that first and second one from Barry.

We never were friends again.  Barry went on to be a woman's hat designer
and his picture appeared in magazines.  Once I saw him in the lobby of the
Metropolitan Opera.  I was there with a date.  He was extravagantly dressed
and wore a bit of make up.  He was there with his gay posse.  I didn't talk
him.

I think that I was so appalled at my own fright at enjoying the experience
with Barry that I treated him badly.  I was a real shit.  I wish there was
some way I could go back and remain friendly with him.  He needed me, I
should have ignored my stupid friends and their remarks.  Oh well.  What's
done is done.  Barry might see this story and well remember that night.
Sorry honey, I bad.

End