A Gurl Never Forgets her First [I Loved Sucking My First ****]
Like every other male in puberty, we were horny, inquisitive young teens. I was a few months shy of my 13th birthday and Bobby was 14. His mom, a French lady, had recognized the sissy in me and like so many others in my youth, she'd often commented that I should have been a girl. To go with my naturally long eyelashes, I had soft blond hair. She called me, "mon petit Aurelie" and Aurelie became my first femme name as an intentional, occasional gurl. I've only recently decided to go back to using the name Aurelie again.
Bobby and I had been friends for a couple of years before we became interested in sex, learned how to jack off and compared ways to do it, and more recently had been jacking each other. Then one night sleeping over at his house, in a late night conversation we concluded that if one of us was pretending to be a girl, it wasn't the same as two boys doing queer stuff. I already had experience cross dressing going back to my infancy, wore panties frequently, and had borrowed one of his sister's nightgowns. Pretending to be his girlfriend was the next logical step.
The first time I'd held his cock had been a magical moment for me. It was bigger and that helped make it feel different, but there was something about it being a cock other than my own that made me swoon. And yet it was nothing compared to how I felt that night I sucked him off the first time, tasting his cum and swallowing it all. Then he did me and I was sure I was going to blow the back of his head out. Wow!!
We did it again that night, and in the morning, and every chance we could for around three years. After about a year Bobby lost interest in sucking me but my cock-sucking desires grew more each time he gave me a load of delicious cum. I was too young to understand why.
Then at about the same time, his family moved and I started high school, had a car, and began dating girls. However I never lost that desire to wear ladies lingerie and five years later that led to my first sexual experience with a man. It was another ten years before circumstances allowed me to again try my favorite secret fantasy, dressing in lingerie and sucking cock.
After that, there was no sense in denying that I'd always be a sissy cocksucker.
Bobby and I had been friends for a couple of years before we became interested in sex, learned how to jack off and compared ways to do it, and more recently had been jacking each other. Then one night sleeping over at his house, in a late night conversation we concluded that if one of us was pretending to be a girl, it wasn't the same as two boys doing queer stuff. I already had experience cross dressing going back to my infancy, wore panties frequently, and had borrowed one of his sister's nightgowns. Pretending to be his girlfriend was the next logical step.
The first time I'd held his cock had been a magical moment for me. It was bigger and that helped make it feel different, but there was something about it being a cock other than my own that made me swoon. And yet it was nothing compared to how I felt that night I sucked him off the first time, tasting his cum and swallowing it all. Then he did me and I was sure I was going to blow the back of his head out. Wow!!
We did it again that night, and in the morning, and every chance we could for around three years. After about a year Bobby lost interest in sucking me but my cock-sucking desires grew more each time he gave me a load of delicious cum. I was too young to understand why.
Then at about the same time, his family moved and I started high school, had a car, and began dating girls. However I never lost that desire to wear ladies lingerie and five years later that led to my first sexual experience with a man. It was another ten years before circumstances allowed me to again try my favorite secret fantasy, dressing in lingerie and sucking cock.
After that, there was no sense in denying that I'd always be a sissy cocksucker.
80-89, M
