1. Birth of a Sissy


    Date: 7/22/2017, Categories: Fetish, Gay, Trans, Author: klammer, Source: xHamster

    I met Jeff one day at the nearby tennis courts. I could never have imagined what the result of that meeting would be. I suppose I should tell you a bit about me. I'm a happily married 34 year old. About average in most respects. A little spare tire trying to form around the middle but in decent shape. I wear my hair short with a mustache and goatee. I had been married for about 6 years and had been physically faithful to my wife. I say physically, as I did think about other partners on occasion, though probably no more than most men. What was a little unique was my &#034dark&#034 sexual secret. Ever since my middle teens I had entertained occasional homosexual thoughts. Nothing really strong or insistent, but enough to inspire some guilty fantasies. My Bi fantasies were helped along by a one-time encounter with a gay friend in college. It resulted in an exchange of oral sex that seemed to only fuel my Bi thoughts. I still feel I am predominantly attracted to women. I couldn't imagine anything romantic with a guy and my attraction to them was mostly evident when I was horny. Most of the time it was women that would grab my attention. So here I was without a partner that fateful day, but I had just finished watching the Wimbeldon tennis tournament on TV and as usual had the urge to &#034smack felt&#034. So it was that I found myself playing against the wall on some courts near our townhouse community. When I got there I was the only one around. So I was startled to hear ...
    some polite clapping after I had just finished a make-believe rally against the ever victorious wall. I turned to regard a well built young man in snug shorts and t-shirt. He was clean shaven with sandy-blond hair. He was built like a quarterback, with a slim well muscled body. He couldn't have been more than 25 years old. There was something familiar about him, but didn't immediately know what. &#034Nice rally. I thought you had the wall beat there for a minute.&#034 He said with a good natured smile. &#034Almost.&#034 I agreed, catching my breath. He walked over and offered his hand. &#034My name's Jeff, I live across the street from you and your wife.&#034 I reached out and shook hands. He had a dry, firm grip that seemed to hold my hand a second or two longer than I expected leaving me feeling a little awkward. &#034Mine is Eric. I thought you looked familiar.&#034 I said, wiping some sweat with my towel. &#034If you're not too tuckered from your match against the wall, we could rally for a bit?&#034 &#034Sure,&#034 I said. &#034Why not?&#034 We hit back and forth for a while and we seemed pretty well matched. He was in better shape and quicker, but I seemed to be a bit more consistent. We ended up playing for another hour or so before we finally stopped. He hardly seemed tired beyond a sheen of sweat. I was done, however. He came over, hand outstreached. &#034Good game.&#034 He said as we shook again. He put his other hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. &#034 As I ...
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