How did I get into dressing up? It couldn’t have helped being bossed about by two older sisters who used to dress me up in girls clothes and call me Doris. I wasn’t keen on this but guess what? It grew on me.

I was always getting hit upon by men when I was a youth. It was something that I accepted but had no real feelings about anyway. They used to jokingly tell me what they would like to do to me.

I remember being very slim and not overly manly, unlike a few of my peers who seemed at the onset of manhood skipping progression and bulking up and getting the real deep voices and facial hair.

It was at this point in my life I realised some types of men were attracted to me. It began to excite me somewhat and I became a bit of a tease, acting a bit naive.

One of the guys I knocked around with had turned into grizzly bear Adams and had big hairy sideboards and was letting his hair grow a bit. He was always talking about his sexual prowess and conquests, he was forever getting his cock out and wagging it about.

It was a big cock and it was very veiny and the head was encased in a foreskin that looked too small for it. I was beginning to want to hold it and feel it grow. My cock was titchy compared to it. We used to make jokes about it saying that you wouldn’t get too many of those in a pound. It was a standing joke between us.

Something changed though and I got the feeling I was being looked at a bit more and if I looked up he would look away. I think he had the hots for me which excited me no end. Think he was thinking naughty things.

A group of us had got a bit of money and we had bought some cider and some cigarettes and were having a laugh in the park and mucking about with a ball and rolling about in the grass. We were wrestling and arsing about and of course he wrestled me and was getting a sly feel and a rub here and there. He pinned me down and had my arms over my head and his crotch was near my face. I pretended I was trying to escape but was rubbing my face in his crotch. I could feel his brute hard and getting harder.

We got up and separated and we all mugged about a bit more and we all parted and went home, he lived nearby and we walked together in silence. Emboldened by the cider I then told him that I thought I felt his cock through his jeans and he said that it was so. He started to apologise but I said I had enjoyed it. I said jokingly I wouldn’t mind seeing it in the flesh and laughed but I was serious too. He said follow me and we went off the track behind an old building in the park. He unzipped his flies and out sprung his cock.

It was massive, certainly bigger than mine but it was also pumped up and expanded out. The foreskin peeled back exposing a purple head. It looked dangerous, it was so big and hard.He was showing it off and he wanted me to kiss it but it was too scary. I said could I just hold and squeeze it, he said ok.

It was the first cock I ever touched and it was a brute, my head was swimming with the naughtiness of it. He asked me to rub him off and I said I would and got behind him and gave him a reach around and it wasn’t long before he was blowing his load. I could feel it building up and his legs buckled slightly and there was a massive jet of spunk shooting out of his cock. A lot dribbled on my hands and that was weird. I felt a right slut. We would meet most days and I would toss him off. It was great. I have to admit that it wasn’t him that I liked but only his hard cock.

If you like this story I can tell you how we progressed and went a bit further in the next few months

Luv

Dee