Curious Roy

I needed to feel what it was like to be a girl. I can’t explain it more than that. I couldn’t get the thought out of my mind. I was always looking at girls’ cute outfits, and their hair and nails and dangling earrings. Girls had so much fun dressing up and being cute and feminine. I wanted that too. I wanted to be cute. I wanted men to look at me and smile.

So I started to look through women’s clothes catalogs and thought about what would look good on me. I bought some clothes over the internet, and some second hand. I tried them on. I got a wig. The look still wasn’t right. Then I discovered make up. If I spent enough time outlining my eyes and lips, giving myself high eyebrows, and got it just right, I could pass. The arched eyebrows changed the whole look of my face. I couldn’t believe it.

Once I could pass, I started trying walking in heels. I wanted the sexy walk that girls have, so when I was in my shortest short skirt and my sexiest stockings the guys would look at my long legs on top of high heels. I wanted to be sexy. I wanted men to want me. I didn’t know why, but that’s what I wanted.

I was ready to look the part, but I wasn’t confident enough to go out to a club or a bar. So decided I would feel what it is like to go out dressed. I would feel what it is like to be a girl in public. I drove into downtown, and decided I would just walk around the streets of downtown after dark. I got attention right away. I was the sexiest girl on the street, and that’s what I wanted. After whistles and admiring glances, a guy pulled over next to me, rolled down his window, and asked if I wanted a ride. I said, “Sure!” He opened the door and I jumped in.

He started talking about himself and asking about me, glancing over at me as I looked at him. He put his hand on my leg, and when I didn’t pull away started caressing me along my stocking-covered thighs. We drove out of the downtown area and into quieter streets, and then he pulled off into the empty parking lot.

Without saying anything more he turned to me, took me in his arms and kissed me. I was excited and confused at the same time. We kissed again, and we started making out like a couple of teenagers. He started nuzzling my neck and giving me little kisses on my neck and throat. I liked it. I felt my hand reaching down to rub the bulge in his pants. It was big. It got bigger, until I could feel though his pants exactly what his cock was like.

He leaned back and spread his legs wider. I reached over with both hands and undid the fly of his pants. His hard cock was tied up in his underwear, but I pulled it out. I touched him while we looked into each other’s eyes. We both knew what I had to do. I wanted it as much as he did.

I was shaking and excited as I bent over. My bright red lips slowly pressed against the smooth skin of his cock and I kissed the tip. I put my lips against the tip of his cock and slid down, taking the head of his cock in my mouth. I couldn’t believe I finally was sucking a cock! It was everything I had hoped for, and better. As his cock moved up at down in my mouth I could feel it getting bigger and harder. My hair was getting tangled up in my earrings and was getting in my mouth, but I just kept on as it got more intense. He was pushing deeper into my mouth and the head of his cock was hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. He would back off a little when I gagged but as it got more intense, and I could taste the first of his cum leaking out, he held my head down onto his cock.

I was thinking, “This is what it means to be a girl. I’ve got a man’s cock in my mouth.” Then he came in my mouth, and I really knew what it was like to be a girl. It wasn’t just one spurt of cum. His cock kept pumping cum into my mouth and I had to keep swallowing. Some cum ran out the sides of my mouth and down along his incredibly hard cock, and I watched it dripping down onto his balls.

He was breathing hard and shallow and I slowly moved my head up and down a little more to get the last of his cum. Some girls complain about the taste. I love it. It is the sexiest thing you can imagine – if you haven’t sucked cock you can’t imagine – to taste a man’s cum and swallow his load. It feels so sexy you’ll want to do it again.  

I sat up again and cradled his balls in one hand while I looked at his satisfied face. I knew I would have to do this again. Soon. Now I was a cocksucker. I needed to suck cock. I wanted to look super sexy and have a man’s cock in my mouth. I wanted to be on my knees in front of a man, looking up into his eyes as I undid his pants and pulled out the cock that was going to cum inside me. That was my place, now, on my knees. There was no going back.

Later that night in bed I could still taste his cum at the back of my throat.

… fish are jumping

and the cotton is high. 🎼