Date: Sun, 9 Aug 2015 23:55:08 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Moment of Weakness Part 4

Moment of Weakness (part 4)

This story was inspired by a hot picture that became the setting for the
temptation scene in part 1.  Little did I know that a moment's weakness
would change my life!  I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.

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At work the next day I couldn't get my mind off of cocksucking.  It was
still a very new thing to me, but I knew that soon it would become fairly
routine.  If I had a full nightly schedule I would be sucking seven cocks a
night for five nights a week.  I did some quick calculations and realized
that it would be about 1680 blowjobs a year!  At that rate I would be
swallowing over two gallons of cum a year!

I suppose with so many cocks to suck "professionally", that I might not
want to suck any for fun – kind of a sad thought, but I would have to go
with it to protect my secret.  I quickly checked my email and found only a
reminder to pick up my supplies soon, so I could bring them to training
with me next week.  It was Thursday and I knew I would begin training next
Monday night.  I closed the emails before anyone could see what I was
reading.

I had my list of supplies in my pocket, and began to get aroused just
thinking about it.  I concentrated on work, and the rest of the day slipped
by.  After work I drove to Walmart to pick up my supplies.  The
embarrassing part was buying the bra and panties.  While I was looking a
woman approached me and asked if she could help.  I said I was picking out
a bra and panties for my girlfriend.  She asked for the size information
which I gave her.

She looked at me and said, "That is just about your size, I think."

I turned beet red and she said, "It's ok, lots of men dress, and I've
helped quite a few get the right fit.  Let me help you."

Embarrassed as I was, I agreed.  She continued, "Let's go into that
changing room and I'll measure you."

We went into the changing room and she entered with me.  Now strip down to
your underwear so I can get a good measure.

She had taken the paper that had the size information on it.  She measured
me for panties and agreed that I had the right size.  She measured me for
the bra and said it was good that she did, because I had the size wrong.
Even women often got it wrong, which was why many got fitted for bras.

She asked if men would be seeing me in the bra and panties.  I hesitated
and then said, "Yes.", now even more embarrassed.

She told me to wait there and she would bring in some items in my size.  I
stood there alone for what felt like an hour – completely humiliated by
the experience.

When she returned she brought about six different selections of panties and
as many bras.

"I chose ones that most men find sexy, so you can look your best," she
said.

She held the panties up to me and confirmed that the size was right.  She
said, "Normally we don't allow trying on undergarments, but if you select
the ones you intend to buy, you should try them on just to make sure."

I selected two that I liked and she said, "Go ahead, try them on – don't
mind me, I've seen this many times."

I slipped out of my shorts and stood there completely naked.  She handed me
one of the panties and I put them on.  I had a bulge in the front and she
said, "I'll have to show you how to tuck."

She had me remove the panties and stand with my legs apart.  She stood
behind me and took my balls into her hand.  "Now to tuck the most
effectively," she said, "we need to push your balls up into your body
cavity.  Not everyone can do this, but perhaps you can."

She took one ball and pressed upward – it hurt at first but it popped
into place.  Then she did the same with the other ball.  It didn't go in as
easily, but with a little more pain it did.

"Now pull your penis down between your legs and hold it in place," she
said, "so your balls don't pop out."

I held myself in place like that, while she slipped the panties on and
pulled them into place.

She looked me over and said, "Now that is a really nice smooth front –
you are off to a good start!  Now just keep them on while we fit the bra."

She showed me how to fasten the bra easily and put it into place properly.
She put some breast pads into the cups so I would look more convincing.

I stood before the mirror and I couldn't believe how sexy I looked.  If men
like to see this I suppose I was going to be wearing it a lot.

"I suggest you buy a couple pairs of inexpensive plain panties to wear as
'trainers' for awhile," she said.

"Trainers?" I asked.

"Yes, you want to be able to go all day tucked if you need to, but may need
to take bathroom breaks and adjust," she explained.

That made sense, so I bought two very pretty panties and a couple plain
pink ones for training.  I decided that I wanted to wear one of the
trainers home, so she handed me one and helped me change into them.  I put
the rest of my clothes on, and my boy shorts in a bag.  After I paid for
the clothes, she gave me one of her cards, and wrote her home phone number
on the back, saying, "In case you need any advice, just call me – I hope
you enjoy being a girl."  I thanked her and departed.

I left Walmart wondering if I was giving up my masculinity.  I just wanted
to be a cocksucker but now I'm doing so many things I never thought I
would!  I drove home and put things into perspective.  I was first and
foremost a man who loved to suck cocks.  In order to be the very best
cocksucker I could be, sometime I would have to dress and act girlie,
because that is what some of my customers would need for the best blowjob
experience – and I wanted everyone I sucked to have the very best!

I drove home wearing the panties.  The tucking felt very strange, and I
wasn't sure how it would work if I became aroused.  I often did become
aroused while sucking cocks – perhaps I'll find out in training next
week.

When I got home I took a warm bath with bubble bath to soften my skin and
make it slick for shaving.  I shaved everywhere I could reach, leaving a
bunch of hair floating in the tub.  I scooped up all that I could and threw
it in the waste basket so I wouldn't clog the drain.

As I dried off I found that I liked the way my skin felt so smooth.  Then I
realized that I had not shaved my back.

I found the card given me by the woman at Walmart – her name was Helen.
I called Helen and found that she was still working.  I introduced myself
as the guy she helped choose the bra and panties tonight.  She said she
remembered.  I told her I had shaved my body, but could not reach my back
to do it right.  She told me that if I wanted I could come to her place
tomorrow evening and she would do it for me.  I agreed and thanked her.

I went to bed, glad that I was a man, but pleased enough to play a girl
when needed.

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To be continued ...

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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