Date: Thu, 1 Jun 2006 15:47:32 -0700 (PDT) From: Victoria Subject: Daddy's Blowjob/Daddy's Blowjob 10: The final Chapter/TG - Teen After the humiliating spanking I had received on the lap of my transvestite father Jane while dressed as a sissy I was one confused boy/girl. To atone for my sins I had pleasured Jane by giving her the most incredible blowjob. I know she enjoyed it. Judging by the amount of sperm she pumped down my young throat, and I had enjoyed showing Jane what I had learned. But there was something else to deal with...she seemed disappointed that I was not at all interested in girls (other than their clothes) and that I had been going down the path of a sissy who enjoyed pleasing men. A strange reaction I thought, from the person who introduced me to this lifestyle. In the next year I didn't see much of Jane. She hid from me, and I saw more of my father in an outwardly male role. He seemed to be watching me, and testing me. I got the impression that he was ashamed that in his mind he had turned me into a fag. The feelings I had were very conflicting, as you can imagine. I still dressed up in private, and got together with Rich now and then to satisfy my occasional need for cock. I even hooked up with Bruce a few times and subjected myself to his sneering attitude and delicious hard cock that always made me feel like a slut. I enjoyed that - it excited me and only made me want to suck his cock longer and better, teasing him and making sure that he would never forget my mouth on his cock...and I started developing a feeling inside that I was a failure as a man and somehow beneath real men like Bruce and Rich. I also began to appreciate the power I had in making a man cum. I simply loved having a dick in my mouth, and in making a man squirm before letting him bury his load down my throat. The longer I made him wait to cum I found the sweeter the load, and the more I wanted it. By the time I had it spurting inside me I was tingly inside and dizzy, sometimes shaking. I had begun having girly orgasms. My cock had not grown from it's small size, and here I was graduating from high school with a cock that was only four inches long when fully hard and only an inch or so long when soft. I didn't feel I could satisfy anyone with it and decided it was best kept in panties and used as my personal plaything. I was making plans to attend college about 45 minutes from home. While my family could not afford for me to board there, we were able to manage me commuting. I was taking general college courses with the hope of becoming an architect. Jane had joined a support group for cross dressers and was going out every Saturday afternoon to attend these meetings. Often she did not come home until Sunday night. I assumed she stayed dressed all day Sunday with another friend. She told me about her meetings and one spring day when I was nearing the completion of my first year in college she had a heart to heart talk with me. I was called into Jane's room one day when we were alone in the house. She was upset. "What's wrong?" "I have something to tell you and I hope you won't hate me!" "I couldn't hate you." I've decided I'm packing up my things and leaving." "What? Why?" "I can't live like this any more, and I am going to become a woman" I sat there dumbfounded. "I am living a lie. I can't be a man anymore. Your mother and I are selling the house and splitting the proceeds so I have enough money for my operation." "What about us, Daddy?" "Oh, you'll be all right I suppose. You will have to be the man of the house!" "You will have to get a job, and I think going to college may be through for you" Jane broke down into tears and I sat there dumbfounded. The sense of betrayal I felt was overwhelming. Jane was sacrificing my future for her own, and the future of my family was very uncertain. I left his bedroom and in fact left the house, going for a drive to think things over. I stopped at a park and took a nice walk to clear my head. When I had to go to the bathroom I went into the crude wooden men's room built there. It had several stalls and a few urinals. It was a smelly place. I sat down in one of the stalls and immediately noticed the large glory holes on either side of me. In one stall was a middle-aged man, and he was leaning back on the toilet stroking a big hairy 8-inch cock. I instinctively licked my lips and he saw it and stood up. He forced his cock through the hole and into my space. I did what I had been trained to do - I leaned over and took it into my mouth. It tasted good...it was warm, it was throbbing. I was a cocksucker and I did what I loved. I blew him and swallowed his load. He left and a cock appeared on the other side. It was a black cock and I was amazed at its size. It was a good 11 inches long and it fascinated me. I got on my knees in the filthy toilet so I could get a good shot at swallowing it and I thrilled at the first black cock down my throat. I sucked on it and it was making me crazy with desire. The guy pulled out and told me to stand up and put my own cock through the hole. I stood and shoved all 4 inches of my cock through the hole. I heard a snicker and then a hot mouth engulfed it. It felt great! Then my balls were being licked. "Turn around!" I did as I was told, and I felt a wet finger enter my ass hole. Then the finger was replaced by a hot tongue. God that felt good! All my troubles at home had vanished. All I could think about was what could happen next. I didn't have long to wait. The tongue pulled out and I heard the guy get up and leave the stall. He pushed my stall door open and I was still standing there, my pants and panties down on the floor, my ass and hard little cock exposed. The guy was big - really big - well over 6 foot tall, and his pants were undone enough for me to see his big drooling cock sticking out of his jeans. He came into my stall, dropped hi jeans to the floor and took me in his arms, kissing me deeply. I accepted his tongue and moaned as I felt his hot cock poking at my own much smaller one. He guided his cock between my thighs and I could feel the monster rubbing back and forth between my legs. I wanted it in my boycunt! He broke our kiss, turned me around so I was facing the toilet and bent me over. I felt his big finger put cool gel on my tight little hole and I sighed and accepted my role. He then lined up behind me and shoved his cock about half way in! I cried out and his hand covered my mouth. He then slowly began pumping in and out, shoving his cock further and further into me a little at a time, until I had the entire length inside me. There in the smelly rest room he fucked me raw. I had never had such a big cock, nor been fucked by a guy who was so into it and knew what he was doing. He varied his thrusting and pinched my nipples from behind. He called me a little white slut and told me to shut up and take his cock like the whore I was. I just tried to spread my legs further and further so he could use me as he liked. After about 15 minutes he bucked into me three times and held my ass tight to his body with his big black hands. "Oh yeah, Oh yeah, I'm fillin this bitch up with my cum now! You ain't never gonna be satisfied with no white boy after this!" His words burned into my brain. His cum shot deep inside me and I moaned. He then pulled his dick out of me and I felt empty. He slapped my ass and told me he'd be back here the same time next week. He zipped up and left. I was stunned, having been fucked almost senseless by a big black man in a public rest room. I heard a voice from the next stall. "Hey, whore - get that sloppy asshole over by the hole so I can fuck you next!" I looked over to see a creepy looking guy. He was missing a few teeth and looked dirty - but he had a big hard cock. He was the kind of guy I would avoid in public. But he was still my better, because he was a man after all. I lined my ass up to the hole and he shoved it all the way in. He fucked me right through the hole. I was nothing but a place for him to stick his cock. I enjoyed the feeling of being a whore and started matching his thrusts, fucking him back with my needy hole. I left the men's room after about an hour and a half. I was sore and my face was all sticky. I had been fucked 6 times, and I had sucked off 10 guys. I never came myself - it didn't matter. I smelled like cum and sex. The entire time I was there being used I didn't think about what was going on at home - just cock. I went back the same time the next week, though. I wanted more of that black cock. Unfortunately he didn't show up, but there were others there needing me to help them with their needs. Men needed a warm place to deposit their seed, and I felt it my duty to help them out. This became very typical of my behavior for a good many years. When the need overtook me I cruised public areas, adult stores and video arcades, sex clubs and gay bathhouses. I've had sex in the stalls of major shopping malls, in cars behind gay clubs, right out in the open surrounded by nature in forest preserves and behind bushes in wayside rest areas. But I digress... After my debauchery for the first time in a public rest room, I went to a gas station restroom and tried to clean up. I couldn't go home like this! The situation at home deteriorated. Jane quit his job and only came home to get more things for her new life, or to take something of value to sell to keep supporting her until our house sold. I was angry when she sold our lawn tractor and I was expected to keep up with our 2-acre property with a push mower. My mother became very worried about finances and poured her heart out to me. I dropped out of college and got a full time job to help make ends meet. When she began divorce proceedings I got to see how destructive my father's cross-dressing had become to my family. I threw out all my feminine things. I tried to put dressing up out of my head. Our house sold and Mom, my sister and I moved into a much smaller house of less value in a town about a half hour away. Bruce and Rich both went off to college and dated real girls and I never got with them again. It was quite a move down the social ladder. My father came by for a few awkward visits but then they stopped. I tried to work and be normal, not wanting to end up like my father and hurting people. I occasionally slipped into a pair of Suzie's panties but felt guilty. I tried dating a girl and we became more friends than the typical boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. When I couldn't stand it anymore and needed to satisfy my crazing for cock I would return to the rest room in the park and hunt for cock. I also discovered the opportunities that were available for cock at adult bookstores with video arcades. I spent many a night there whoring myself and satisfying my need for dick, and helping real men relieve their sexual pressure. I found delight in satisfying all different ages and races of men...learning how different they tasted, the different tastes of cum and how much a man could control his urge to spurt when my mouth got on him. I found if I wanted a man to cum quick - if his dick wasn't tasty or I was just in a hurry, or there was another juicier cock waiting for me - I could make him cum quick with my mouth. I also found I could tease and prolong a cock for both our pleasure. Some cocks were just too tasty to give up quickly, and frankly I wanted some guys to become addicted to my mouth - to ruin them for real girls. I know, kinda bitchy, right? I did not start collecting more girly clothes until several years later when I got my own small apartment. I would assemble a small wardrobe, and then destroy it in shame, only to start replacing it a few months later. I didn't see Jane again for quite a few years. She went off to begin her new life and left us behind. I was the son of a transsexual now, and it embarrassed me. I fought the thought that I would follow in her footsteps and hurt the ones I loved. Well that's all for this chapter. I don't think I can write more about my life under this series since Daddy was out of my life at this point in time. If I get sufficient response I will write more about my evolution into the man-pleasing sissy I am to this day. I have been with a number of men who really got into me dressing up and encouraged me to explore my potential there. I also have pleasured literally hundreds of cocks as a gay man. I have assembled quite a wardrobe, and perfected my makeup and hair. I only have sex as a girl with men now - I wouldn't have it any other way at this point. I feel like I'm not even really gay - after all I'm really a girl deep inside and my attraction to men is only natural. I did meet with Jane a few years ago after tracking her down, and it was quite an odd experience for me. If you wish I will share it with you! The road I have traveled has been an exciting one and I am pleased with the unique sensual creature I have become. It has been fun sharing the journey with you of my formative years. For you sissies out there my advice to you is "Don't dream it, be it!" a wonderful song from the Rocky Horror Picture Show, as sung by the incredibly erotic Frank N Furter, the sweet transvestite from transsexual Transylvania. For you men out there keep feeding us sissies your hot cocks - we need them so! Kisses to all!!! Victoria