Date: Mon, 5 Jul 2010 10:09:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Carl Mastersen <cmastersen@yahoo.com>
Subject: Journey (bi, teen)

   The following is, as far as I know, complete true.

   There is a web 'society' where I freely ask people for their true
stories of 'playing doctor'. If the story is good and doesn't sound made up
to me I encourage them to submit to Nifty so as to preserve it for the
naughty future. A few have not felt that their writing was good enough for
all to see, so I have done my best to 'fix' them while keeping the store
and voice as true as I could.

    For the following I ONLY fixed some spelling nothing else! I personally
would want it to use much less words and a different title - but it is his
own story to tell and he did!

    I AM NEITHER Steve nor Andy! just passing Steve's story on. (And I
would Love to hear Andy version of it!)

    Again I am NOT Steve! I am NOT Andy!

   Enjoy!
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My story begins 35 years ago- I was 15 years of age and living in my
parent's home in a Long Island Suburb. I was a High School student and had
a modest circle of friends, mostly male, many of whom I had known since we
were little kids. My "best friend" however, a boy who I had literally known
all my life and grown up with was my neighbor Andy. He was also 15 and we
spent a great deal of time together.

Needless to say, 15 year old boys spend a lot of time thinking about sex,
talking about sex, and wishing we were having sex. But we weren't.
Adolescence can be a cruel but exciting place. Andy and I spent countless
hours alone viewing all sorts of pornographic material- at the time,
magazines were the apex, there was no internet (imagine!), Penthouse,
especially the letters, was a favorite, but the real hardcore stuff was
magazines like Hustler and Club as well as a more limited amount of more
hard to come by real pornography, usually ordered through the backs of
those other magazines or bought at a porn shop in New York City and all
meticulously hidden away from our parents.

During one of those many hours spent gazing at these magazines, we stumbled
into what was for the time a controversial and uncommon photo spread-
clearly posed and intended to shock. It consisted of a gorgeous woman
wearing a few items of leather and holding the leash attached to a collar
on a very muscular man who was on his knees beside her. On His other side
was another woman in a very frilly short skirt, stockings and heels, also
wearing a collar but not on a leash. The image was quite intense and
visually very beautiful. The dominant woman exuded a sexuality and power
that left us speechless. It quickly became more intense though as we turned
the pages.

While we couldn't hear what was being said, it wasn't difficult to imagine
that the dominant woman was ordering this man to kiss first her feet then
her legs, and to caress her thighs. He was naked but photographed so that
we saw mostly his back- it was after all the 70's! His eyes were closed in
a few photos as he seemed lost in touching and worshiping her legs. In one
photo, he sheepishly slid his hand up her thigh and just grazing her neatly
cropped pubic area. The next photo took it all in another direction.

Apparently, he wasn't instructed to touch her like that and she used a
paddle on his ass- no marks or anything, just mostly symbolic I thought.
But then he was allowed to redeem himself and caress the feet and heels of
the other woman in frilly, lacey attire. He was kissing her thighs and
running his hands up and down her stocking encased legs while the dominant
woman held his leash and pointed where he should be going, all the while
smirking. In one very risqué photo the dominant reached forward and held
his now visible and very hard cock, making it apparent for the camera. A
few more photos of him pushing his face beneath the other girls dress while
being stroked by the dominant and held firmly by her leash. It was all very
intense to see.

And then, the flavor changed- the next photo was of the dominant binding
his wrists tightly behind him with another rope attaching his elbows. It
looked uncomfortable but very effective and caused his chest to push
forward. Apparently that was the point. Now, she held his leash in one
hand, his cock in the other, and was apparently ordering the girl to begin
to do things to him. First, she kissed him and then began to touch him all
over his chest and ultimately she was pinching one nipple (viciously it
appeared) while sucking the other. I can still remember his face- he seemed
to be in agony and overwhelmed with pleasure all at the same time. There
were two or three of those photos before the next and most profound step
occurred.

The dominant stood behind the man who was largely immobilized by his ropes
and on his knees, his cock stood straight up from between his legs and he
looked rather pathetic. The photo was off from the side, and the girl was
in front of the man lowering her panties- but what she exposed was the
shocker! A small, semi-erect penis jutted forward from those frilly white
panties and the man looked horrified as the dominant stood behind him
holding and directing his head. He appeared to be resisting but it was
after all, a photo spread...and the dominant was completely in control.

The next photo is of the dominant holding his head and the girl's pelvis
pushing against his face. We assume of course that her penis was now buried
in his mouth although this spread never really showed us that detail. A few
more photos of this scene included the dominant holding him, caressing him,
squeezing his cock, and massaging his nipples all while the girl seemed
lost in pleasure in his mouth. The series ended with a picture of the
dominant holding his head back, mouth open and shiny and wet, with the girl
now beside her again but now on her knees with her shiny, dripping cock
hanging out of the panties. The girl had a mischievous little smirk on her
face, and seemed to be reaching for his hard throbbing cock, but there was
no visible contact. The three of them just posed for that photo- he was
used completely, the dominant woman was totally in control of both of them
and the entire scene and his cock remained hard and appeared about to
burst.  That was the last in the series of photos and it left the viewer
imagining many things and wanting more.

Well, imagine two 15 year old boys who were forever horny and always
jerking off seeing all this. It was a first for both of us and blew us
away. We were literally talking out loud with an excitement that was new
even to us. The conversation quickly went to whether or not it was all
fake, "did she really do that?", "is he gay?" "Did he know in advance?" and
on and on as though it were real and not a photo shoot for a porn magazine!

The conversation continued and Andy suddenly said that he "thinks it made
perfect sense." He said the "man was lucky to be there and should do
whatever the dominant told him to do and now was going to be rewarded for
that." I was at first startled that he felt that way, but I was so horny,
and caught off guard by his confidence in his words that I just agreed
. Andy further said "what does it matter when it's a blowjob?" Again, I was
surprised but agreed and said something like "I guess any mouth will do."
How very 15 year old boy was that!!

As we sat there, the front door to my house opened right on schedule and my
parents returned home. We quickly stashed the magazines as we always did
and went downstairs to say hello. Andy then went home to his house and I
had dinner with my parents, but could not stop thinking about what we had
just viewed.  The next day was a typical day in school. We finished at 2Pm
as usual, and had 3-4 hours before our parents would return home. Andy and
I spent most of those afternoons hanging out, usually at my house as I had
a large room in a big and otherwise empty house. We had all the time and
privacy in the world to look at porn magazines and talk about the one thing
we didn't have- sex! But today was to bring a new twist which would forever
change my life. In retrospect, that photo spread seemed to have changed us
both, perhaps releasing things lying deep within.


That next day, Andy and I walked to my house after school and were almost
silent as we walked. I think we were both still thinking about what we had
viewed and said the day before. We got to my room, and out came the
magazines. Andy was sitting on an old couch reclining and looking at that
same photo spread. I was in a chair across from him looking at a different
magazine. Andy put the magazine down on the couch next to him and looked at
me calmly and said "I was thinking about what you said yesterday." At first
I didn't know what he meant. He must have seen that in my face as his next
words were "about any mouth will do- you are right. Any mouth will do."

I sat literally dumbfounded not knowing where he was going with this when
he made a slight gesture with his hand for me to come over. My heart was
literally racing- I was totally terrified but with his hand motion did
exactly what he instructed. I stood up, took a few steps until I was
standing in front of him, and then just stood there looking at him
wondering what he was about to do.

There was a brief, very uncomfortable pause while he looked up at my face-
I can still feel the tension of that moment. He leaned forward, put his
hands on my elbows and guided me downward so that the only place I could go
was to my knees in front of him. He reclined backwards on the couch
spreading his legs so that I was kneeling between his knees. He slid
forward, pushing his pelvis closer to the edge of the couch and closer to
me. And then another silence as he watched me. My eyes were focused on his
pelvis which seemed all too close and intimidating.

Andy suddenly broke the silence and said "you know what to do." His voice
was calm, but strong. Not like I had ever heard before. It was actually
commanding. My hands were trembling and he unbuckled his belt. But that was
all he did. At that moment I realized that he fully expected me to open his
pants and unzip his jeans. Without saying a word, I did exactly that. My
hands were visibly shaking but I did what he expected. I don't even know
why- it just seemed like I had no choice. He had instructed me in so few
words and I was obeying!

I opened his pants and exposed his white briefs- I could see his hard cock
straining against them, pushing up towards the waistband. And I froze there
for just a moment, causing him to push his pelvis further towards me. I
resumed my task and slid his jeans off of him working them around his
ankles. He didn't help me at all, but rather, allowed me to do this slowly
and meticulously. Then, I sat again gazing at this young mans crotch. His
legs hard and muscular and with very little hair, on either side of me. The
outline of his cock seemed to be getting bigger and more intimidating, but
I could sense his impatience- this had all been a matter of a few minutes,
but it felt like an eternity as I am sure it did for him as well. I glanced
at his face; he seemed both annoyed and amused. He smiled this wicked smile
and looked back at his own crotch where my eyes then returned. I reached up
and slid his underwear off. As the waistband came down from around his
hips, his cock literally sprang forward right at me- I actually was
startled and almost fell backwards as he laughed out loud. I regained my
composure and sat there holding his underwear around his thighs and staring
right at this massive, swollen cock. He brought his legs together causing
me to focus again and allowing me to slide his briefs off of him the rest
of the way, and then right back to the same position. I was kneeling before
him; his legs spread wide, his cock hard as a rock and pointing up and
towards me, and his massive balls hanging down over the edge of the couch.

I had truly never seen anything like this before. He had to have been 9
inches long, and very thick, He was uncircumcised which was also something
I never knew and had never seen. The veins on his cock looked like they
were pulsating and the shiny head was maybe two thirds out from his
foreskin, glistening and looking almost predatory. I remember that moment
like it was yesterday as I was literally humbled and totally confused.

My hesitation, and perhaps fear, was apparently wearing thin as Andy calmly
but sternly said "just do it." I reached forward and put my hand on the
base of his cock and was startled by how incredibly rigid it was. I put my
left hand below his balls, desperately wondering if they could be as heavy
as they appeared. I marveled at the feel- his hard cock in one hand and his
nearly smooth balls filling my hand and feeling so full. I started to
stroke his cock. With one or two strokes, a large drop of pre-cum emerged
on the tip. I stopped and looked at it- grayish white and
glistening. Andy's voice broke the silence as he said "use your tongue and
taste it." I put both of my hands on his cock moved over him and extended
my tongue, reaching for that drop. It felt hot and sticky but had only a
slight oily taste. I was relived that was all there was. Andy then put his
hands on my face and drew me to his cock where he was correct, I knew what
to do.


My lips wrapped around the head of his cock and I slowly started
sucking. My inexperienced tongue was exploring around the head and my hands
had caused his foreskin to be fully retracted. His cock tasted salty but
the taste was not too strong. It was the feel of it I remember most. The
hard shaft in my hand but the head of his cock felt soft as I suckled on
it. As I did this a few times, he gradually started to push his shaft in
deeper, causing me to nearly gag. It was huge and my lips were stretched
around it. But I did as told and kept sucking and stroking and licking
whenever I could. It seemed to go on forever. My lips began to feel almost
numb and my jaw was aching. He was moving his hips, holding my head and I
just kept sucking away. I could not believe how long it all seemed to last-
all I could think about was sucking him and making him cum. I was working
hard to make him cum and I couldn't believe the thoughts racing through my
head- I remember feeling this urgent need to make him cum. I actually
wanted to prove I could make him cum.  And, not too surprisingly, he did
eventually cum. But when he did he startled me by pulling suddenly out of
my mouth and holding my head with one hand behind my head as his other hand
held his cock and pointed it directly at me. His cum exploded all over my
face, gobs and gobs of this hot sticky cum all over me as he held my face
and grasped my hair. He moaned and then as he relaxed and let go of my head
looked right into my eyes and said, "don't worry, you will have your prize,
you earned it." I must have looked pathetic, surprised, uncertain what he
meant and cum dripping all over my face.

He then used his still engorged but less rigid cock to catch the cum which
was starting to drip off my chin, and he pushed his cum into my mouth with
his cock. He used his cock like a spoon and gathered all the cum on my face
and fed it to me. It was my first taste of cum and I thought initially I
was going to puke. Unlike that initial drop, this was heavy, creamy and
strong both in its scent and taste. There were even some gobs that had a
chunky texture. There was so much I was overwhelmed but I swallowed every
drop since it was what he wanted me to do.

Next Andy was smirking at me as he held his cock in front of my face. He
said "you loved that didn't you?" I couldn't believe this was the same
person I grew up with. Andy had a totally different demeanor and he spoke
to me in a way I had never seen or heard before. I was shocked to hear the
words escape from my mouth as I answered "yes. Thank you." He laughed out
loud again and then grabbed my face again. He said, I have lots more for
you and he pushed his flaccid cock back in my mouth. I gazed at him as he
said "suck really hard from the base upward." I did what he told me and was
again shocked that his limp but still very large cock then released another
gob of cum, this time directly into my mouth. I swallowed and continued to
suck actually wanting to see if there was more. There was not. Not yet at
least. But he reclined on that couch again, his cock in my mouth, and he
told me to keep sucking.

It was much easier to have in my mouth now that it wasn't so swollen, but
that wasn't going to last long. I kept sucking and very quickly he got hard
again. I was absolutely overwhelmed at what was going on. He expected me to
do it all again! I of course, did as told and sucked what must have been
another half hour on that hard cock. He was obviously enjoying every
moment. Occasionally, he would give me some instruction. Like "lick the
head" or "squeeze my balls" and I did everything he told me to do.

And again, he moaned and this time shot a massive load of that thick cum
directly into my mouth. But once again, he seemed to have a plan- for
someone so young and inexperienced he seemed to have put a lot of thought
into all this(or in retrospect, perhaps it all came naturally to him?). As
he came in my mouth, he was holding my face and pulled his cock back so
that only the tip was just barely in my mouth. The entire loud was pumped
right on to my tongue as he said very sternly "don't swallow. I know you
want to swallow but don't until I give you permission."

Now I was totally confused. I had just made my lifelong friend cum in my
mouth for a second time and he is telling me "I know you want to swallow"
and all I could do was struggle to catch all of his cum and keep it in my
mouth. There was a lot (15 years of age was something we don't appreciate
until we are 50!).

Well, there I was on my knees with another mouthful of Andy's cum as he
squeezed his shaft to empty every drop into my mouth. Then, when he was
confident he had deposited every drop into my mouth, he pulled his cock
away, and reminded me not to swallow until he gives me permission, and this
time he added, and don't let a drop out of your mouth." He then instructed
me to open my mouth and show him my prize. I was totally humiliated- I had
just sucked off this man and now I was being further humiliated by showing
off the load of cum in my mouth for his amusement. Who was this person I
thought I knew so well?

The cum sat in my mouth a few seconds as he watched me with a serious look
on his face and instructed me to swish it around in my mouth and really
taste it. He told me "you seem to love cum, so don't be shy" "You have
earned every drop, enjoy it." I was bordering on nausea mixed with fear,
and then suddenly, that all went away as I had a moment of pride in what I
had done and he seemed to recognize it. He said "very good, now you can
swallow."

I sat there gazing at his flaccid cock and big balls, I never looked up at
his face and we didn't speak any more, I just gazed at his cock wondering
about what all this meant. Then, he broke the silence again and said "you
did well for your first time. Kiss my cock and balls and then dress me." I
know it sounds crazy, but without hesitation, I gently reached forward,
held his limp cock and gently kissed the head and the shaft. Then holding
his cock up, reached below and kissed his balls first right below the shaft
of his cock then at his instruction, all over and under his balls. He then
pushed me back and I put his underwear and pants back on, closed his jeans
and buckled his belt. He stood up, and went home not saying a word more to
me and leaving me on my knees in front of that couch.

I laid awake most of that night not really sure what to make of it
all. What did Andy think of me? What happens next? Will we pretend this
never happened? Will he tell anyone else? And most importantly to me, why
did I do it? What made me just take instructions like that? And of course
how could I have liked it, and I realized I definitely liked it.

The next day in school was awkward. I ran into Andy in the hall and he
acknowledged me with grin but nothing more. Towards the last period, we
crossed paths again and he said with a very devious smile on his face "see
you after school." Again my heart was racing and I considered just not
going home. Maybe I should just not answer the door? But within minutes, I
found myself racing home excited, jittery and anticipating his arrival.

Andy showed up right on cue, about 20 minutes after school ended. The
routine was to drop his books at his house and then come over to mine. The
routine, had however, been forever altered. Today, when he arrived, I
opened the door and he just looked at me, almost mockingly. Knowing I had
made a choice to be there, and walked in front of me to my room. He stood
in front of that couch, pointed to the floor in front of him and told me to
"get started." I reached up and stripped his pants and underwear off again,
this time while he remained standing. Again, I was met by that rigid, hard
cock now standing upright and dangling above me. His massive balls hanging
right about eye level. And I waited for his instructions- it seemed the
right thing to do. He seemed pleased that I waited for those words, and he
seemed to be growing more confident in his control both of me as well as
the situation.

His first instruction to me was to open my mouth as wide as I can, which I
did. I stepped forward and although I was expecting his cock, his balls
fell against my face, partially in my mouth. He told me to suck them gently
into my mouth. And he said if I am not careful and hurt him, "you will
regret it." I was very careful, but it was a struggle- his balls were big
and although not especially hairy there was some hair which made them
harder to manipulate. But, I managed, I kept my head back and gradually
managed to get both of his balls in my mouth rather snugly- I was
salivating and suckling gently and he seemed pleased with my
accomplishment. He said "you can release them now" "its pretty clear you
understand the deal here and these balls will keep you tasting cum as long
as you worship them and appreciate what I am offering you." He then put a
hand under my chin and asked, "So what do you want now?" I hesitated to
answer as he pushed his cock towards my face- at first I started to open my
mouth and reach for it, but he took the hand that was on my chin, grabbed
my neck firmly while pushing his cock near me, and said "I didn't hear
you. What is it that you really want?" I meekly answered "I want to suck
your cock." The words resounded in the room as though they were on a
loudspeaker. He still held me and I said it again this time with "please
let me suck your cock."  I thought I was watching a movie with two
strangers in it and felt as though I was outside the room, but I was right
there, begging this man, this boy, this lifelong friend, to let me suck his
cock again. And he did.

Andy pushed his hard cock into my mouth rather brutally this time and
really made me gag. He said, "Don't worry, with some practice you will be
swallowing the entire thing in no time," and he laughed again. He gradually
relaxed and sat back on that couch and allowed me to give him another
blowjob, and he again filled my mouth with cum.

The third day had yet another twist. He arrived on schedule, ordered me to
undress him and then he sat on the couch as I approached and waited for his
instructions. But this third day, he leaned forward and said to me words I
will never forget. "You are quite the little cock sucker. It's pretty
obvious you love it. You suck cock like a girl and I think you are becoming
a cum slut (a term we had read in one of those magazines and which we had
joked about). It seems like you cannot get enough!" I was deeply ashamed at
these words, and still transfixed by all that was happening. His words were
embarrassingly true. In three short days my world was transformed and I
spent all my waking hours thinking about sucking that giant cock. I wanted
nothing more than to have it in my mouth and please him. The realization
that it was all about pleasing him was startling at first, but then I grew
more comfortable and confident that it was a good thing. I wanted, perhaps
even needed, to please him.

He, however, didn't seem too concerned with me in any way but was rather
enjoying his newfound power and of course the oral sex! He was clearly
testing his own ability at control and dominance, although I truly believe
he wasn't aware of the significance at least not at that point.

As he watched me squirm uncomfortably with these words, he seemed pleased
that I had nothing to say- I didn't object or reject his statement and
although embarrassed, his words clearly defined what was happening here. He
very confidently stated that he would much rather have a girl sucking his
cock but that for now, "you will have to do." The he added, "but you are
kind of like a girl, don't you think? When I watch you suck my cock, you
seem to adore it; you love it in your mouth. We both know it's true."
"Because you are such a little girlie cum slut, I brought you a gift." He
reached down into the pocket of his jeans lying next to where I was
kneeling and produced a tube of dark red lipstick! I must have been visibly
shocked since before I could get a word out he snapped at me and said "save
the bullshit. We both know how badly you want this!" And his words shut
down any thoughts of speaking or objecting or withdrawing. I just knelt
there in front of him as he rather sloppily applied a thick coat of
lipstick to my lips.

When he was done, he leaned back on that couch smiling, almost laughing,
but clearly happy with his work. He then said "ok little cum slut, you can
suck as much as you want." And I went to work once again, this time
smearing that lipstick over him as he moaned and loved every minute of it,
finally exploding in my mouth. That day he left his cock lingering in my
mouth for quite a while as he watched my lips on his shaft. He seemed very
pleased with the situation. I just kept sucking until he told me to
stop. He instructed me to dress him and again he left. I had lipstick
smeared on my face and could taste his cum as I knelt there in my spot.

I stopped wondering what it all meant- I knew I wanted more and I was
certain that I wanted nothing but to please and satisfy him. It became a
daily ritual with him Cuming in my lipstick covered mouth at least once and
frequently twice before leaving. Sometimes he instructed me to use my
tongue and lips on his balls, which I also came to love. It seemed almost
like an honor when he had me do that. What was happening to me??

Near the end of the second week, after he was satisfied, he surprised me
yet again. Through all of this two week period there was never any mention
of me or my needs. It was all about me serving him and his needs. It was
actually pretty ok with me as it was more than I ever dreamt possible and I
was loving it for reasons that at the time escaped me. But that day was to
be another pivotal point for me. After I dressed him, he told me to remove
my clothes. He was very casual and clear, but firm in his instructions. My
first thought was "thank God, he is finally going to reciprocate" but that
wasn't quite what he had in mind. Instead, I stood before him naked- I was
heavy set and my cock was half the size of his. He was smiling as I stood
there nervously in front of him waiting for him to do something. He
commented "no wonder you are such a cum slut" and laughed. Then he told me
to start jerking off! I was really humiliated and objected quickly at his
instructions only to be met with a very stern response. "Either get started
or you will never suck my cock again." What an odd threat as I think
back. He was correct about me and what I needed, and I couldn't bear losing
that cock and the ability to serve him. So I did as I was told.

I got hard almost immediately which he found amusing and he then informed
me "make it quick or I won't let you cum at all." I went at it furiously as
he kept saying things to me like "just think about my cock in you. Filling
you with loads of sweet cum..." within minutes I started to explode and he
snapped me back to reality by telling me not to spill a drop. My hand was
filled with gobs of my own cum, my knees were weak, Andy was thoroughly
amused, and I just gazed at him for instructions. Then, he finally broke
the silence by saying "go ahead cum slut, don't waste it. Its all yours" I
hesitated looking at the cum in my hand and feeling totally humiliated. He
then added, I know you want as much cum as you can get, so taste it- I bet
girlie cum isn't as good, but it is a special treat for you today." I
slowly raised my hand forward when he stopped me and said, first, put your
tongue in that little puddle, which I reluctantly did. He told me to swirl
my tongue around in the puddle and then he asked me, "So what do you think?
Is girlie cum as good as mine?" I shook my head no as he laughed and he
then told me to gulp it all down, which I did, but oddly, this really made
me gag. It was the humiliation of it all that was so strong, not the actual
act I was performing. But it was over quickly. He made me lick every drop
out of my hand and then I just stood there.

He observed my for a few moments and the he again produced a "present" from
his pocket- this one really shocked me and was something I never saw
coming. It was a pair of plain powder blue cotton panties which he told me
he had stolen from one of his sister's drawers. He said, since I am like
that sissy in the pictures (referring to that photo spread we had viewed),
I should be wearing panties. I was speechless- At first I assumed he meant
I should wear these when serving him, but no, it wasn't to be that
simple. He told me to put them on right then and there. They were very
tight and uncomfortable and I must have looked like a fool. He said, "You
are a natural girlie cum slut." "From now on, I want you to wear those
every day under your shorts. I expect them to be there all the time and you
had better do it. I may check when you least expect it. Plus, I think you
will love it, even if you don't admit it." He then stood up in front of my
otherwise naked body, and put his hands on my nipples and squeezed very
hard. I wanted to scream, but knew better. He looked me in the eye and said
"slut." And then he left.

I wore those panties under my regular briefs every day- terrified that
someone would notice. I would hand wash them in the bathroom at night, hang
them to dry in my closet, and put them on first thing while dressing. But
he was correct that I quickly started to like it. I would come home, he
would arrive, I would undress him and then strip to my panties. Next I
applied my own lipstick and then serviced him as usual.

This ritual went on every day for almost a month. I became pretty competent
at meeting his needs, and he never hesitated to share orders or
instructions. He frequently would squeeze my nipples and called them girlie
boobs which was further humiliating. He often had me lick his balls, and on
one occasion even had me tongue the underside of his balls for quite a
while as I stroked his cock with my hands- I was really terrified of where
he might be directing me next, but I think he too was afraid of pushing too
far.

Then, by about the end of the fourth week, it was a Saturday, and weekends
always gave us more time alone, he came over and had a very fiendish look
on his face. He didn't say much and even seemed a bit angry. He clearly had
something on his mind, but I didn't ask and he didn't offer any
information. He was a bit rough with me that day, speaking harshly as he
ordered me to service him. Laughing at my panties and lipstick, and at one
point, telling me to make myself hard through the panties while I sucked
him and he came in my mouth. That wasn't too difficult as I almost always
was aroused while serving him and frequently had drops of my own cum oozing
out of me. He wouldn't have known that though since he really didn't care
about what I was feeling.

That Saturday was to be truly different, however, and would further change
everything for me and between us. After he came, and I did my usual lengthy
suckling on his flaccid cock, he got very hard again. Noticeably more rigid
than his usual second time and he started telling me some things. First he
said that he knows I am a sissy slut and that I love all this. He said He
knows I want to be used like any girl would and that was why I loved cock
so much. He then said, "But you really aren't complete yet are you? You
suck cock like a girl and wear panties and lipstick like a girl, but have
never been fucked like a girl." I looked up truly scared- his cock in my
mouth and him staring intently into my eyes. He said, you have earned
it. Don't be afraid, you should be fucked like a girl. You will love it."
He held my head on his cock as I tried to pull away, and he made it
impossible for me to speak. He kept talking and said "don't worry, I know
you want it too, you will love it. And don't even think about refusing! My
head relaxed as I realized that as scared as I was, I would do whatever he
told me to do and that pleasing him any way he wanted was important to
me. So I sucked vigorously and he responded, "Good girl."

A few minutes later, he withdrew from my mouth, still very hard. He told me
to stand and remove my "sissy panties." I did as told. He then directed me
to the chair in the room and told me to kneel on it and lean forward. He
pushed my back down so that my face was on the cushion and my hips were up
in the air. He pushed my knees as far apart as I could get them and then
stood between my legs. He told me to use my hands to spread my cheeks and
as I reached backwards I was forced to balance on that chair and felt
humiliated, vulnerable and unsteady. I was afraid I would fall right over
but he planned to steady me, I just didn't know that yet. He reached
underneath me and started fondling my chest and was calling me names like
sissy girl and faggot and slut. Then, for the first time, he grabbed my
balls, which were hanging down exposed, and half the size of his. He said,
"its no wonder though, these fake little nuts couldn't be much use to
anyone.  Girls like you don't need balls!"

Then he let go and stepped away, getting something from his pants pocket as
I knelt there frozen trying not to fall over and feeling both terrified and
humiliated. As he walked back towards me, I could feel his hard cock poking
along my thighs and then between my cheeks. He applied a cold gel to my
opening (I was later to realize it was Vaseline- we were kids, and who
knew?).

He started to push the head of his giant cock right into me. It felt like a
hot poker being jabbed into me and the pressure was intense. He paused in
that position, allowing me o relax, and he said, "Don't fight it sissy, you
are going to love this." He started to push again and suddenly, something
gave way. It still hurt as I was stretched so far, but the initial pain
stopped. Again, he stopped there and waited a moment before pressing
further inside me. The whole time, he was steadying me by holding my
hips. Gradually he kept going deeper until I felt his giant balls touching
me, swaying, brushing my own testicles. He just stood there for what seemed
like an eternity as I got used to the feeling of being stretched so far
open. He eventually began to make very short strokes, pulling back perhaps
an inch before going back down in until his balls hit me again. The strokes
gradually got longer and more forceful. Within minutes he was pounding away
in and out of me, clutching my hips and slamming frantically in and out of
me. It still hurt, but now I was really turned on by it all. I had never
experienced anything like it. There was a deep warmth building inside me as
he kept pounding away. I must have completely relaxed as the level of
resistance seemed minimal and the stretch was incredibly pleasurable. As
though he was using his cock to stroke my insides. As he did this, and I
must have been visibly into it as I offered no further resistance, he asked
me if I like it. I said yes and then he said "then ask me to fuck you
more. Beg for more. Tell me you want it. Thank me and maybe I will keep
fucking you, sissy."

That was an especially humiliating moment. We both knew he was right. I
wanted more and I told him so. I begged him to keep fucking me and thanked
him for his long hard cock. I was completely lost in the moment as he
pounded away. Having already cum just shortly before this, his staying
power, which was impressive in the first place, seemed endless. But then
suddenly, He grabbed me tighter than ever pounded deep and hard and then
stopped. I could feel him spasming inside me, and I knew he was filling me
with his cum. He was quiet for a moment and just held me in place. After a
few minutes, he started to get soft and his cock became more relaxed but
was still inside me for at least a few more moments. He spoke to me first
gently and said that "you are a real sissy, and you love being fucked don't
you?" I sheepishly mumbled yes as he pulled out of me. He told me to turn
around and as I did, I was staring directly at his shiny limp cock. He told
me to put my panties back on and go get a wet washcloth which I did
immediately. When I returned he had me kneel in front of him and
painstakingly clean all the grease off him until he was spotless. As I
knelt there, I could feel his cum dripping out of me and staining my
panties. I felt so incredibly submissive; I would have done anything he
wanted.

Then, once cleaned, Andy told me to open my mouth again and swallow his
soft cock. While standing above me, with his dick filling my mouth and his
cum dripping out of me, he spoke words I would never forget and which truly
changed me forever. He said "now you have been fucked like a girl. Your ass
has been opened and once your ass is opened it is always going to be that
way. And you will always know that I opened you, and fucked you like a
girl." He had this powerful look on his face and was very proud of the
moment. He slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth and said "you can thank
me now. I responded meekly, "thank you Andy." And then he dressed and left.

Andy never spoke to me again. We never spent another moment together and
never had any further interaction. When I would see him at school, he
ignored me and I always wondered what had happened. I suspect he was
struggling with this powerful dominant thing happening to him and probably
the whole male-male thing. I bet, although I never did find out, that he
was gay and that month was a turning point for him. Maybe not. But it
certainly changed me forever.

I have spent countless hours reliving that experience and wanting to
experience it again. I have explored it in my mind and realized that while
I loved the sexuality of it, what was most compelling for me was the
submission. Just like Andy was a natural dominant, I had a strong natural
tendency to submit and serve, and that need was now linked with sex
forever!

For a period of time I wondered if I was really gay myself, but I have
grown absolutely confident that nothing could be further from the truth. I
love women, and adore the female body. I crave intimacy and affection with
women, but still desire what I had with Andy- submission and yes, some male
contact. Much time has passed, I have had numerous very normal heterosexual
relationships, one or two a bit kinkier than others, but I have never had
another contact with another male since that time at age 15.