Becoming me

My stories always seem to include some bondage and wearing ladies' underclothes. I guess that is because those are the things I am into.

I've met a few girls but never was really into them. One crazy girl took me home, put me in her panties, tied my hands up to the headboard, shoved a plastic vibrator up my ass and blew me. 

When I went back for more there was another guy there too. He was Colin. With me in her panties, and bound on the bed, the girl squatted over my face, making me lick her asshole while Colin played with my dick, kissing and sucking it, then fucked me in my butt. 

Colin called me the next day, and that was it. We forgot about the girl. I was becoming me.

He liked that I'd let her dress me in her panties and tie me to the bed, humiliated and helpless.

He wanted more of that. Just the two of us. I was nervous but it felt so right. I shaved my body hair and bought some black lace panties and a matching bra. He said he would like me like that. 

Things were a little uncomfortable at first. We just looked at each other while drinking a beer in his kitchen. Neither of us ready to make a move. So shyly Lifted up my shirt showing off the pretty lace bra I was wearing. 

It seems that was what he was waiting for. He got real pushy, grabbing me and trying to drag me back to the bedroom. He called me a faggot and told me I shouldn't have worn the sissy clothes. He tried to pull my wrists together behind my back. He took off his leather belt and used it to strap my wrists together. I resisted a little and asked him to stop. He could tell I really didn't mean it. 

Colin was fucking horny and all in! He grabbed me and kissed me and pushed me to my knees. He made me crawl on my knees toward the bedroom. He was behind me pulling my pants off as we headed down the hallway. When he saw the panties he got even more aggressive. He spanked my ass and told me I was "Really going to get it!"

In the bedroom he was gagging me with his long, fat cock. I was choking, drooling and begging him to stop. He loved me resisting and begging for mercy! "You just keep sucking, you little fag whore."

The playdate was going really well. He had me tied down to the bed on my back. He had several long leather belts wrapped and tied to the headboard, waiting for me. He kissed me roughly, pinching my nipples through the sexy lace bra. Then he climbed on. He was on me backwards in a 69 position. He was spread over me, rubbing his ass in my face while he jerked me off. He was calling me names, demanding I fuck his hole with my tongue. Just before I came he lifted up, slipping his hard throbbing cock into my mouth. I spurted all over myself while he pumped up and down over me, mouth fucking me while I gasped for breath, screaming in wonderful orgasm. 

Colin wasn't done yet. My mouth was filled with his own worn Jockey shorts, gagging me. He lifted my legs, pulled the panties aside, and popped my tight little butt cherry again. He watched me, laughing, as I grimaced and groaned with him pushing inside me harder and harder. He got real serious, almost mean, as he pounded me hard 'till he came with a loud "Ahhh fuck!"

It was awesome!

We talked for a long time after. He told me he wasn't really sure about being with guys, but seeing me in those cute little panties, tied to her bed, made him want me more than anything. 

This was how we would continue our friendship and affair. I became more and more into wearing the cute, sexy undies. I wear all the classic bras and panties, garter belts and stockings. I love them! Putting them on brings back wonderful memories of great, kinky gay sex. I get hard right away.

When I smell the aroma of leather I het hard too. Going into a classic shoe or boot shop is even better than going through the lingerie area in the department store. I look through the leather belts hoping to find a new and exciting one with just the right sort of buckle. I envision myself having it pulled tightly around my smooth, warm skin. Just the right smell. Just the right touch. Just the right feel. Always checking the back of the belt. Looking for the perfect roughness for pinching and biting into my skin as I wiggle and struggle to get free.  I don't always find a good choice to bind me up tight with. But sometimes I do. Mmm..!

Someday I might be different. but for now, I just love being me!

Billy