Proud To Be A Sissy Chapter 1

"Okay Jeff, "I said opening the door, "but when."

"When I need a fag mouth to use I'll let you know." He yelled.

The door wasn't even shut as he sped off down the road. I felt the drops of semen drying at the corners of my lips, still tasting the bitterness of the seed that had filled my mouth I watched him drive away. Standing in front of the neighbour's house wondering when he'd be back I didn't notice the front room curtains move.

The first thing I did upon entering our house was to go to the bathroom to see what I looked like. Messy hair and shiny marks of dried cum on both sides of my face. Deciding to leave it there for as long as I could to enjoy the way it felt. I went to my room to relieve my aching little hard on. I was so turned on by the taste in my mouth I came twice before it became got soft again. For once I didn't taste myself just so I could enjoy Jeff's flavour for as long as possible.

Now my thoughts seemed to be filled with a passion for cock and it was all I could think about. I loved touching them and feeling the heat and life throbbing through the hardened flesh. Looking through the magazines I had found I came across some pictures of women having cocks pushed up their asses. That night I experimented, pushing a finger into myself as I rubbed my little penis to orgasm. As I fell asleep I wondered what a real cock would feel like pushing into my bottom and if maybe Jeff would be willing to share the moment. It could be another way for him to think he was debasing me and really, at this point I didn't really care what his Neanderthal mind thought as long as I could get what I wanted. Now that I had a taste of cock I wanted it all. I was soon to discover just how much I was going to get.

I woke up the next morning to an empty house as usual for a Saturday morning. It was always my favourite day because my workaholic parents were always gone and I didn't have the stress of trying to avoid all the day to day bullshit at school. Mind you, the day wasn't totally perfect because as usual a list of chores waited on my attention on the middle of the kitchen table. Today's list was backyard jobs and it was sunny out so it wouldn't be too bad I thought.