My Story

I used to be like many of you, an average guy, convinced I would only like women. The thought of another man was disgusted me, and I was never interested in any guy I saw. I was convinced with the fact that I was "straight", but I guess I was wrong.

I used am a /b/rowser. I never posted much, not until I started seeing posts of "sissys", something just... turned inside of me, nothing major at first, just I started looking at them, some "hypnosis" GIFs, a few pictures, cuckold images, etc of guys and girls sucking cock, facials, anal, etc. Before long I found myself very aroused of these images, starting saving them and using them. I didn't realize what I was thinking, and everytime I finished touching myself afterwards, I felt.. somehow disgusted. Like I was homophobic against myself.

This continued for several months, I started following the trends of long hair, almost as a skater punk. Skinny jeans, longs hair, etc. I almost felt as if it would shield what I was doing if I kept going with the trends, like I wouldn't stick out. Of course by this time I was deeply into this "sissy" stuff, I kept /b/rowsing, and on days I couldn't find any posts or get a good one started, I would browse various sites looking for new content. It was almost like I couldn't get enough.. it became my mainstream of masturbation.

I started retracting from my social life, I felt obsessive almost over this images, stories, videos, hypnotic videos, etc. I was into it, only while I horny though, nothing would allow me to use this content to begin, only to finish. Ever fraction of my body thought I was becoming grosser, until I began feeling horny, I would then again, begin a hunt for content of all sorts related to sissys.

Before long, I was making jokes about sucking dick, swallowing, and I think my friends started to notice, but only as jokes and never knew if I was actually serious. They would always ask me to hang out with them, go to games, hang out, only because they realized I was becoming anti-social. After hundreds of requests, I got very irritated and gave into joining them for a football game.

Just a highschool football game, what was wrong with spending a little with my friends right after school? We hung out, they admired the cheerleaders, commenting on routines, which ones they would fuck, made comments about which ones were sluts, and I didn't participate much. What did it stir in me? I was getting horny, but not from thinking about the girls, this was my usual time for my sissy play. I couldn't do anything here, there was no where I could play with myself.

By this time I was long past just "touching" myself though, I was role playing on various chat sites as women, sucking dildo shaped objects, dressing in various outfits of others. But still, as my fantasies escalated more and more, and I started doing more to act upon them, I still felt disgusted afterwards with everything I was doing and would stop immediately after finishing and clean up. I couldn't bring myself to do anything about what I wanted.

I sat next to my friends, thinking of how I could manage this stir in me. Where I could work one out really quick. I couldn't just sit in the bleachers full of other people with a raging hard-on and act like it wasn't there. It was persistent. I knew I needed to act quickly before I did something I would regret. I looked for places I could just work a quickie, even considered behind these bleachers before thinking of the various guys that might be getting lucky.

There it was, I saw it. Just around the corner behind the bleachers, a nice little building with restrooms. It looked kind of old and gross, but I figured it would have to make due, I needed to get this feeling out of me. I quickly told my friends I was off to the bathroom and would be back soon, jumped out of my seat and nearly ran down the steps to the bottom, slipped behind bleachers, and ran to the building.

This building was an old rundown building, probably used as restrooms for construction workers while building the field, and various other surroundings. I didn't care, I needed to touch myself so I just ran it, looked and made sure no one else was inside. Empty, thank god. I went in one of the stalls, the one with the only working lock, sat down and pulled down everything, began stroking my cock. I was there for a good few minutes before realizing this may not work without all my other playing. I knew it was missing, and without it, I may not be able to cum. I began working my cock furiously and rough, I began getting close, I could feel a stir, before I managed to finish I heard the door open and close, I was so close I debated waiting or just finishing.

Deciding they should only take a second, I would wait them out and pretend to be using the restroom. I waited to hear footsteps, a sound indicating they were using the urinal, anything, but I heard nothing. I sat there for a few minutes, without hearing any sounds, I thought it might have just been the door, and no one entered. You can imagine by this time I was nearly completely soft, I would have to start over. I grabbed my cock in one hand and began slowly working it, just in case someone had come in.

I slowly sped up, feeling my little cock grow in my hands, growing stiffer. My arousal grew, I was rising in pleasure again. Still vary worried someone might be there, I took it slow though. I soon began reaching paces that actually felt pretty good, I let out a little moan and heard a little shuffle in the room. I instantly stopped touching myself let another almost complete session escape me.

"Hello?" I let out in a little voice, trying to figure out if what I was hearing wasn't just my mind playing tricks on me. I flushed the toilet once in a horrible attempt to cover up what I was doing. I did a quick look partially under the stall looking towards the door, and saw nothing.

I sat up and saw a thick white cock slide through a hole in the stall and a rough voice say "Touch it, just please touch it." In uttermost disgust I pulled my pants up in a hurry and stood up setting down the seat, and began to open the door. But then I thought about my boner, it wasn't just going to go away, I needed to act upon it. I locked the door real quick and looked back. I heard the voice again whisper "Just lick it, a small little lick." I couldn't figure out why I would be even considering touching a stranger's cock.

My mind raced, I thought quickly about what I should do, but before I could make a decision myself, I started to think with my head, and not the one with a brain. I looked at the meaty cock poking through the hole, figured it was probably about 6 & 1/2 or 7 inches. It was already hard, the man was probably playing with himself while I was. I began to slowly crouch down and hover with this cock in my face.

All I can hear is the man whispering to me "Please, just do it. I need this." I look at this man's member, stiff in my face. I can smell it, its intoxicating fume of... well a cock. I slowly drown out the sounds of the man and pretend I am role playing with myself again, slowly raising my hand to meet this man's tool. Thinking if I really should go through with this. My hand approaches his dick and I stop, less than an inch from his cock, my mind still racing, by this point I have a raging boner myself and it's doing almost all thinking for me.

My hand slowly closes around his tool, I don't move for a few seconds just looking at the head of his penis, inches from my face. Thinking, who could this man be, could he possibly know me, what could this lead to, but I don't care much anymore. I slowly begin to rub up and down on his penis, at first I feel a few pulses through his dick, probably excited that I am actually doing this, almost as much as I was.

I start him off on a nice slow pace, as I feel his member get a little hard than it was to begin with. I just continue staring at it, rubbing this cock admiring how big it was in my head. My thoughts begin to race, with ideas such as how will I finish him, what all will I do, etc. I try to run them out of my mind, but they keep creeping up on me. I soon begin seeing slight amounts of precum coming from the tip, I hear his breathe slowly starting to pick up a little, nothing much though..

My pace quickens, I feel it, we are both enjoying this, my heart races and I begin to think, this is it, this is almost what I have wanted. I feel his penis rising, becoming stiffer as my pace increases. It's almost as if it was rising to be about the level of my mouth while I am sitting on my knees upright. I slowly begin blooming thoughts in my head, and without thinking too much if I was actually going to do it, I sneak a quick lick of the tip of his penis. I listen to him let out a quiet moan while I think about the taste of the precum that is now on my tongue. It's salty, kinda delicious, I almost instantly wanted more.

I began licking the tip a little more, for extended periods of time, soon licking around the whole head of his tool, wondering how much longer it will take for him to squirt his seed. I take a quick moment to think then slowly push his member up while still stroking it so I can get a nice look at his genitals. They aren't very low, kinda tight, as if he is deeply into this. I stick my tongue out and lick from the start of his balls up to the tip of his member, feeling various bumps as I slowly lick up.

Again he lets out a slight moan, he's really enjoying my performance. I begin licking his whole tool more and more. I was almost infatuated with his cock. It was almost like candy to me. Using my tongue from top to bottom. I begin feeling a slight pulse while stroking him, I begin thinking how close he might be to finishing and begin stroking him at a nice steady pace, that's not too fast, nor too slow. I might have actually been going a little too slow for his liking because he starting to thrust his body through the hole as if he was close to finishing.

I thought, and quickly the idea popped in my mind, I hadn't even begun to please myself yet, that was the whole reason I began this, right? I felt the pulse get stronger and faster, he must have been close. But I went and ruined it by removing my hand and standing up. I unbuttoned my pants as I heard his ruffled voice again, "No, please, just finish." He repeated this several times as I slid my pants down, and then my underwear. I looked at my own cock, I was about as hard as this man. I began doing a slow few strokes and listening to the man repeat himself over and over again.

I looked back up at this cock in front of my face again, grabbed it with my hand again, and grabbed my cock with my other free hand, and began playing with both again. I could no longer feel the pulse, I must have really ruined his orgasm, but that would give me just a little more time to play with him. I pushed his cock up  and gave it one big lick and pulled it down to my face again. Without thinking, I opened my mouth and plunged the head of his cock into my mouth. I almost exploded at the taste of his precum, it was delicious. I sat there for what felt like a good 2 minutes with the head of his member in my mouth and my hand stroking the base before getting past the taste and deciding to work the head with a blowjob.

I began working my his head, back and forth, in and out, of my mouth. He must have really been in heaven because he began working up a storm of sounds on the other side of the stall. He was still fairly quiet though. I could see his balls rise up against the base of his member, there was no doubt that they were hanging at all, he was close to finishing, and within a few strokes, I would be too.

I began quickening the pace on both of us, feeling the rise in myself. Within a few strokes, I blew my load on the floor in front of me and partially underneath the stall and in between the legs of the mans tool that was in my mouth. I didn't think much of it, and just kept working both of us, I began feeling his pulse again. Within a few strokes this pulse grew quickly, unlike last time, I quickly pulled his cock out of my mouth and tried to back up out of his range while still stroking his raging member. And within a few good pumps his cock began shooting his load. The first load shot and hit my forehead, getting quite the distance, while the second shot and hit just below my eye. Finally the third shot hit my chin and I continued to furiously stroke him.

For the next few second I just watched his cock twitch in front of me and slowly ooze the rest of his load out and drop on the ground in front of me. As soon as I was sure his load was done and there was absolutely NOTHING left in him, I stopped stroking him, holding his cock in my hand with his load on my face and the ground in front of me. I slowly began to stop stroking my own cock and let go.

I sat with his cock in front of me for a few second, admiring it. He released a slight cough after probably a good 30 seconds, that's when it hit me, I was in love with this. I was, a sissy, but I couldn't accept it yet, and I let go of his cock and reviewed what just happened. The disgust feeling hit. The man pulled his cock out the hole and zipped it up before scurrying off and out the building, I sat there, still thinking about what I had just done, the disgust, thinking I didn't like what I had just done as much as I thought I had.

I rolled out a few tiles of toilet paper, wiped my face off, left the cum on the floor, fixed my clothes, and went out and began washing my hands. I could feel crust on my face, the cum had begun to harden and crust over, there was probably some left over that I had missed, and I couldn't see because there wasn't any mirrors. I used a little water to try and clean up the best I could, dried my face off still feeling some crust, and walked home without returning to the game. I knew I couldn't let my friends see me like this.

This was my first sissy experience, of how I came to be, I do believe even heterosexuals can be turned through various scenarios.