Boy Next Door Become Neighborhood Fucktoy For Older Men
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I had to have been five or six years old. My dad had been outside doing some yard work when I became aware that there was something troubling going on outside. My mom said something about 'police' and was heading in the direction of our phone when Dad came stumbling into the house. He was holding his eye and I was pretty sure I saw blood. I am not sure Dad knew I was standing in the next room, frozen in place by the drama of the moment. He looked at mom and said "He called Glen a sissy. He called our son a fucking sissy." Mom glanced my way which prompted him to do the same. "It's alright Glen. Everything is going to be just fine."
I never learned the details of what happened that day. I do not know who had called me a sissy. I do not know who started the fight -- or how there came to be a fight at all. As I have never forgotten that day and as we still lived in the same house -- with many of the same neighbors, I do wonder if the man who gave my Dad a black eye that day is one of the several men from our neighborhood to use me as a sissy over the last two years.
It would not be incorrect to suggest that as a boy of eleven I was a male equivalent of the girl next door -- the boy next door. It was however at this age that I started crossdressing. While on one level that I started crossdressing at eleven, it is natural to begin my story at age eleven. However as suggested by this incident, there is a story that needs to be told that begins when I was much younger.
As mentioned was a past time I began at the age of eleven. Initially I found it to be nothing more that something to do when I bored. However with each passing years, I found myself more and more invested in looking my best as a girl and spending as much time as I could dressed as a girl. As this is just an introduction, I will jumped ahead to who I am today.
I am a sissy. And I can honestly say that I am a fuckable sissy because lots of boys have fucked me. But while they will be included in this story of my life, this is mostly a story of how I once was the boy next door and I became the sissy fucktoy neighborhood men would use. I feel boys will be boys and fuck anyone wearing a skirt. However when married men -- fathers to some of my neighborhood friends -- began to use my ass I knew I was truly fuckable.
It was the first weekend in October. I was eighteen, a high school senior. Veronica was fourteen, a freshman. Finally a freshman! I had kept the promise I made to myself. But she was now a freshman so my wait would soon be over. There had been so many timesContinue Reading