Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2007 16:43:05 +0100 (BST)
From: John Verradezon <jverradezon@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Little Gay Slut - Part 1

How It All Began

It started when I was a kid of about nine years old. I grew up in London
and we had a gay couple living next door to us. They had some great parties
and I was always fascinated by the characters that went in and out of their
house. Some were obviously men dressed as women.

My borther used to bring porno magazines and videos home from school, and I
was always stealing them and checking them out whenever I could be
alone. Some of these were about men and boys dressed as women and doing
things with real men. I was fascinated by the men's cocks, how hard they
got before they came and shot spunk over the sissies faces or tight little
asses.

I always wanted to be the one dressed as a girl and sucking my man's cock,
or being mounted like a little slut in heat.

I remember sneaking out of my bedroom one night and spying through the
window of my dad's study, where I could get a view of one of these parties,
through the litchen window opposite. The first thing I saw was a naked man,
standing in their kitchen, with another guy kneeling in front of him.

The man standing was older than the one on his knees. He had short, grey
hair and a liberal spread of the same across his ample chest and round
belly. I recognised him immediately as the older of the two gay guys next
door. His name was George.

It was obvious what they were doing, and the look on George's face made it
plain he was enjoying it. The younger man's head was moving slowly as he
took his time with the cock in his mouth.

As I watched, I could feel my own dick getting harder, tenting the front of
my pajamas. It was about then that I heard my older brother moving about in
his bedroom and I tore back to my room as quickly as I could - whilst
cupping a raging hard-on and trying to be quiet.

I played with my little cock like crazy that night, and yet again, I didn't
want to be the guy standing up and getting sucked. In my fantasies, I was
always submissive, on my knees in front of a beautiful, hard cock, licking
and sucking a hard, veiny shaft, lovingly fondling my man's hairy balls and
eventually swallowing the hot cum, bringing him to a shudderingclimax as he
fucked my face.

Anyway, it stayed like that for a long while, just fantasies, until one
weekend when my brother was on holiday with his mates and my parents
decided that eleven was old enough to be "home alone" and had gone away to
visit friends.

George, the older guy I had seen in the kitchen, was in his garden as my
parents were leaving and giving me the usual admonishments about looking
after the house. When they had gone, he looked over the wall that separated
the gardens and said, "I'm having a bit of a party tonight, you're welcome
to come over if you're bored."

My mind immediately went to that night and what I saw in the kitchen... and
the many times I had climaxed imagining myself on my knees, taking cock in
my mouth and bum at one of George's parties. "Sounds great!" I said,
terrified but feeling myself harden already. "What time?"

"About nine is good." He replied. "Dress casual."

Oh yeah I thought, casual. Casual shorts with an elastic waste and a
t-shirt - right over the camisole and french knickers I had stolen from a
department store last month and that I lay in bed, wanking in most nights!

Then I thought, they'll need a wash.