6 comments/ 60996 views/ 9 favorites My Beginnings By: nikki_b_tv I'm 19 now, and this happened some while ago. Its pretty hard core so just a warning, it involves a father/son consenting sexual relationship. Please turn away if this offends you. This is the short version... if people find it exciting, I will post the full details. When I was growing up, not too long ago, I discovered a stash of gay porn in my dad's room. Mom had left us some years before so it was just us two in the house. I was shocked at first. I was about 15 at the time. To think that dad was gay or bi sort of disgusted me at first, or at least I tried to convince myself of that. The truth was, it started me thinking about guys and I started getting excited about it... Fast forward about 4 years to shortly after I turned 18. Over the course of the years I began to explore and chat with guys online, including guys that would tell me to act like a girl for them... I started realizing that the net is full of posers and quickly adapted my chatting to being a girl online all the time. I soon discovered panties and stockings that mom left behind - and a lot more stuff that dad had bagged and thrown into the attic (convenient for me). Some more time passed and I met my first guy from online. An older guy who took me WAY beyond my expectations of acting on my fantasies... Real cock was more amazing than any imaginable thing I could think of. And he loved that I wore stockings and garter belt under my clothes for him. He took my virginity and I was once and for all, locked into lusting and addiction for cock, balls and cum. Time passed and my second time getting up the courage was a disaster. It was a pretty nasty guy. I was so discouraged and it scared me from trying again for a while. But I did... But before that, I was starting to fantasize about being my dad's daughter instead of son. I loved the thought of being showered with so much frilly stuff if I was a girl, all from my loving Daddy! But as I got more into hot chatting, I soon began to cross and blur lines and it wasn't long before I was fantasizing about my own dad fucking me. I had no intention of EVER doing this. I thought he would not be into it, but also thought it was just too wrong for real. But it was such a thrill to think of such dirty things! Well as I said, my urge for cock and sex with older men only grew and I eventually overcame my discouragement from my bad meeting and agreed to meet a guy who said he would play my dad for a long period of time during chat. I finally agreed to meet him in a mall parking lot. Without thinking about things, I saw the car he described park in the agreed on parking area and nervously and excitedly hopped in right away - very naively as I look back. I got the shock of my life as I looked into the eyes of my dad's best friend!!! I quickly held my head down and actually teared up. I naively never thought it would be possible to run into someone I knew in this manner, but it was very naive since my chatting was with locals... However, it was just by chance. But I thought the worse - somehow, I thought, my dad must have caught on to what I was doing and sent his friend to confront me! I felt so ashamed. To my shock, he just let out a "Oh FUCK!!! I looked up half way at him and he was clearly turned on... his hand found my closest thigh and caressed it for a bit as I squirmed and he spoke lightly to me, "I can't wait for the hotel room... go on and just give Daddy a preview, honey... get those sweet slutty lips around my cock, honey... do it... daddy can't wait!!!" I went into motion immediately... I suck his cock on the way to a hotel while he drove and continued to groan and moan with lust and role play as my daddy and me as his sissy son (soon to be revealed by my sexy underwear as his role playing daughter slut)!! As time went on, getting to a hotel room, he did as we had planned, playing the role of my dad and me of his little slutty son, "forced" to be his daughter slut! It was mind blowing! Later, we talked seriously and he told me that I would soon have the very cock that gave me life inside me!! I felt faint from the thought of it, yet, it also made me hot enough to blow my load just thinking about it while rubbing myself as he told me the details of how he would arrange it! To be continued... My Beginnings I was 19 years old, and a good friend of mine and I were very close. I liked him a lot. Part of me thought about him all the time and I was sure that I liked him in a much different way. I liked girls and had "dated" a few, kissed but hadn't had sex with them, but Frank was different. He and I laughed together, hung out together, fished together, and spent a lot of time together. He treated me differently too. He watched out for me. I was skinny back then and he was tough and strong, so if there was trouble, he took care of it and made sure that I didn't get hurt. He was also a year older than me. This one particular weekend over the summer, between our freshman and sophomore year of college, Frank and I were out on his dad's boat "fishing". I put fishing in quotes because we weren't. Frank had scored some beer and a joint and wanted to have fun, so out in the water there are fewer eyes. After a beer or two we were both feeling very good. Frank lit up the joint and I was feeling lightheaded and giddy in no time. I wanted to kiss him, but couldn't get the courage. I was feeling that I might be gay and was wondering if he had similar feeling towards me. He laughed and stood up on the stern of the boat and pulled out his cock to pee and asked me to keep watch if someone was getting close. I couldn't keep my eyes off of his cock. It was much bigger than mine. It hit me then that in all the years that we'd hung out and been friends that I hadn't seen it before. When he turned back to put it away, he saw that I was looking. He kept it out and sat down. He asked me, "Do you like looking at cock?" I nodded, yes. I tried not to look at it, but I couldn't help myself. Every few minutes I found myself staring at it. He laughed about that a lot that day. He asked me if I had ever touched one other than my own. I shook my head no. He told me to touch his. I was like, "Really?" and then I moved closer and put my hand around it. I remember it feeling warm and fleshy, it wasn't hard. I smiled and he laughed. He reached into a box and pulled out a gay magazine and handed it to me. I flipped it open and was shocked. There were big naked men doing all sorts of things to each other. As we looked, Frank's cock started getting larger and hard. Mine was too in my pants and I knew then that I liked boys as much as girls. I had jerked off, what boy hadn't. I looked at Frank and he was starting to jerk right there with me watching. He asked me if I wanted to do it for him. I said yes and used my hand to take over for his. It was bigger than mine and it was very hard and hot. He took the magazine and as I stroked him he was looking through it. Then he said, "Here," and showed me a picture of oral sex. I remember feeling, "Oh my God. He was asking me to blow him. Could I do it? Should I do it? How would our lives be after? Was blowing him going to make me the girl in the relationship? Would blowing him make me a sissy? Did I really want this?" I looked at Frank and he nodded. I leaned over and tasted a cock for the very first time. It felt weird to be doing, but somehow it felt okay too. As I got used to the size and feel in my mouth I did it better. I wrapped my lips around him and moved my head like I had seen it done. It wasn't long before he was gasping and then shooting large spurts of cum into my mouth. I didn't know what to do, but he said, "just swallow it," so I did. I had tasted mine, out of curiosity, but this was different, better. It was an odd feeling when the cum hit the back of my throat and mouth and tasting its sweetness and saltiness and creaminess all at once. I wasn't sure if that was just the emotional content talking. Frank put his cock away satisfied and went to drinking a beer and talking as if none of what just happened, happened. I felt odd having just done that and then Frank acting as if nothing had happened. That we didn't just have like sex. That I didn't just blow him. That in a way it meant nothing to him. I didn't know what to do or say, so I just went along with it. A few days later Frank called and said that his parents were going out for the night and wouldn't be back until real late. Did I want to hang out, his dad left us some beer. I said sure. We were watching tv and drinking the beer when he asked me, "Remember the other day on the boat? Did I want to do that again?" This time I knew what he was asking and what he wanted. I said sure. He took his pants off and right there in their living room on the couch I sat next to him and took his soft cock into my mouth and worked it hard. I think he made a comment about me practicing, but I hadn't been. He grew big and hard and this time it took longer for him to cum. His cock seemed so much manlier than mine did. It had more hair and it looked like the ones in the mags. I did like seeing it. I did like tasting it and doing this. When he came this time and he did. Big pulses of it and again I swallowed it all. This became the pattern for us. He wouldn't talk about it at all, he didn't even want to talk about it with me and told me to tell no one, but on those alone times he usually ended up shoving his cock into my mouth. I fell in love with Frank. I figured out that he was just using me for the orgasm and that was okay with me. He would fall in love with me someday too. Franks birthday is in Nov. By that time I had been stealing my sister's and his sister's panties. He loved seeing me in them. I only wore them for him and we had them stashed in a few places. Looking back now it seems odd to have done. For his birthday I wanted to something special for frank. I had been using my fingers for months to get my ass into feeling something in it and moving around. When I went to the bathroom I would place one and work up to three fingers into me, up to the knuckles and pump them in and out. I didn't want to not be ready. I told him that I had a special gift and that we had to be alone for a while. He set it up for us to be at his grandmother's house. He had keys and I met him there. I quickly took off my clothes and he was happy to see me. I was wearing panties. They were my first pair all my own. I bought them. He loved it. He thought he was there for a blow job, but I handed him the jar of Vaseline with a smile. He knew right away what I was offering and smiled and asked if I was sure. I said yes. For him, yes. I took his hand and led him to his grandmother's bedroom. I turned to him, said I love you, and started undressing him. By the time he was naked, he was hard. I took the Vaseline and using my fingers spread it liberally in my crack and hole. I then sucked on him for a moment or two to get him rock hard and ready. I then knelt, like in the magazines and he climbed up behind me. He patted my ass and ran his hands all over me. I was instantly hard and loving every second. All my fingers did nothing to prepare me for this. It hurt, but a lot less than I thought it would and prayed that my fingers did the trick. The deeper he shoved it in the more it hurt. I hadn't been able to go that far. He was in and had started humping me. The pain subsided some, and I knew that deep inside if I let it continue, that next time it would feel better. I bit my tongue and rode it out. I think I was crying, but doing what needed to be done. A few more thrusts and I felt him shiver and then the heat inside of me. He shoved deep and a few more times and then he was pulling out. He had some shit and blood on his cock and looked at it. I ran and got a washrag and soap and water and washed him lovingly. He thanked me for a great birthday present and then walked out to get something to drink. Again I was left embarrassed and ashamed and in love. It was like that for almost 2 years, and then Frank graduated college. Things changed when he showed up for Thanksgiving break with a girlfriend. I had prepared to see him and was shocked when he introduced us. Frank taught me that there are men that will do and say anything to get to the orgasm. He was my first, but not my last. I went through a string of guys just like that. I became the slut, the cock whore, the bitch. I learned to like the look of the orgasm on them and the looks and praise leading up to the sex. A lot of guys love seeing the fem lingerie on me and I do look good. Hearing that and seeing the orgasm, which I did to them is enough.