Awakening

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Like many kids, becoming sexually aware & finding direction, is a much different issue. By my mid teens, I realized I was attracted to men, and that I was especially attracted to older, select men, and dressed to attract. I loved wearing tight jeans, usually button front, or else tight, revealing jeans, mustly to enhance the appearance of my butt.

My first real adventure came while fishing with an older man who had always seemed to like me, but never made any direct advances, but seemed to enjoy looking at me. As we fished,it became quite warm, the air was calm so my companion suggested I might like to try a dip in the creek. I left my tight cut-off jeans on, slowly walked into the water, for a brief cooling. I was aware that my companion was watching, and when I came from the water, it was obvious I was aroused, and my friend suggested I lay down and he would give me a nice back rub. As his hands moved lower, I slowly parted my thighs, and he began to rub and caress my butt, which seemed to lift instinctively.

He remarked how full & firm my butt was, as he began to caress between my legs, until I began to moan. I was invited to turn over, and he began to kiss my nipples, as his hand began to unbutton my jeans, slowly relasing my painfully hard erection. My friend rermarked it was clear I needed relief, and began to slowly pump my erection. It seemed only a minute before I exploded all over my friend's hand, into my face & hair, even over my head, leaving me shaking As I relaxed, I felt an over powering need to turn over, and immediately felt my friend began to caress my butt, whispering that I'd make a wonderful bitch boy, to which I replied that it's what I wanted to be.

Slowly, I felt my friends finger playing at the opening of my boy pussy, causing me to once again become fully erect. He borrowed some butter from one of our sandwiches, applied it to his hard cock,, then carefully placed it against my opening. As I felt myself being opened, I lifted toward my lover, although it did hurt. With one hand, he reached for my cock, slowly milking me, and it didn't take long for me to cum again and thus gripping my lovers cock, causing him to release his load into me. Thus we became lovers, and I happily became his devoted bitch boy, and, with time, even his whore, whom he shared with select friends.

I became devoted to oral and anal sex, and adored being played with, always treated with girlish respect. With time, my friend's housekeeper introduced a pump to help enhance my nipples, and I practiced select excercises to keep fit, especially my butt and boy pussy, to keep me tight. When his profession forced him to move, my friend gave me over to another man, also considerably my senior, and, over a period of years, I had a total of four mentors, with whom I enjoyed a wonderful relationship.

As my second relationship evolved, my sexual interests began to increase. My second mentor discovered I had a fondness for love spankings, and a few times I also inspired spankings of a more serious nature, but never harsh or cruel, intended to increase our mutual sexual desires.

Spankings generally began with me in tight jeans or shorts, over my mentors lap, or else in the nude, laying over pillows in our bed. He preferred spanking me slowly, so it lasted longer, and after a fair amount of swats, my mentor would pause to caress and fondle me. Quite by accident, I discovered that I also enjoyed wetting my jeans, and began to find excuses to wet, always in the privacy of our home.

Sometimes it resulted in spankings, and my mentor always enjoyed watching me pee, and how it soaked my jeans. We had special chairs, and sometimes I was just expected to wear slip-on diapers, especially at night, so I didn't need to use the bathroom. During the night, my mentor would check me, change me when needed, and otherwise satisfy our mutual needs.

With time, I became comfortable to wet my jeans in front of select company, which was even more erotic. My second mentor was considerably more endowed then my firse, but he carefully prepared me to accept his size, which, before long, I very much lusted for. He also liked to bind my knees to help me develop fuller hips, and I continued my excercises to keep fit.

I also continued pump excercises to pronounce my nipples, whick looked quite sexy in thin tops, form-fitting tee shirts, and also form fitting spandex mini dresses. Gradually, I developed into a willing whore, shared with trusted friends to my mentor, and enjoyed group sex when we entertained. I was quite satisfied to be a slut.

As with many things, time changed things, but I have wonderful memoried, love to share with understanding people.