Freddie - Part 1
Years ago, one sunny afternoon, five of my friends and I were gathered in an open area by the train tracks debating what game to play when we saw Freddy approaching us on his bike. The others groaned when they noticed him, but I wasn’t sure why. I had met him once before and he seemed fine, but my friends all considered him odd. He wore a worn, stained t-shirt over his pudgy body and sweat dripped from the short frizzy hair of his fat head down to his thick lips. He greeted us with a friendly smile and boisterous “Hey guys, what you up to?”
The deliberations continued for a few more minutes until it was decided that we’d play tag. The group allowed Freddy to play, although not enthusiastically. After close to an hour we were all pretty tired from running around in the hot sun, so we took refuge in the shade by an old shed.
It wasn’t long before I understood why my friends considered him weird. As we quietly rested, Freddy asked if we wanted to show each other our penises. At that, my friends, mortified by the suggestion of a sausage party, all bolted, some saying they had to go home, others for some other made-up excuse. Only I hesitated, being the secret pervert that I am, but I followed my friends nonetheless, worried about what they would think of me if I stayed. Freddy remained silent, not protesting everyone’s sudden departure, but he did notice my prolonged stare at his crotch, covered by is tight shorts.
The next day, Freddy spotted me in the yard fixing the chain on my bike as he rode past. I felt nervous when he approached, unsure what he wanted. He asked what I was doing like it wasn’t obvious. There was an awkward silence as I continued my chore without paying much attention to him. Undeterred, like someone who struggles to understand social cues and who is unaffected by rejection, he offers once again to show me his penis. I freeze not knowing what to say, but yes, I thought to myself, I want to see it. He suggested we go inside the garden shed in the backyard. After more hesitation I quietly agreed after looking around to make sure no one was watching.
In the shed he quickly pulls down his shorts, the same from yesterday, releasing his uncut member, big and fat in proportion to the rest of his body, with a comparable thick foreskin that covered the head entirely. I utter an “oh wow”, not able to say anything else as I stare at it. I’m flooded with the hot, dizzying sensation of complete arousal. “You can touch it if you want,” he offered, smiling with pride. I reach out slowly to hold it, marveling at the size, texture and warmth. “Why don’t you take a closer look?” says Freddie, “It likes to be admired.” As I kneel in front of him, Freddy sees the puzzled look on my face as my finders run over the tip. “Haven’t you seen a foreskin before?” I look at him, still confused. “Yours is probably cut. Let me see. Stand up… Ok now take off your shorts.” I blush as I shyly comply. “Oh look at your little dink,” he laughs, “Yep, just what I thought you’re cut. And oozing too. Ha! Horny little guy.” The humiliation only adds to my arousal. “See, mine still has the foreskin, yours is cut off”. He laughs at my shock and confusion. As he explains the concept of a foreskin, I hold his cock again, remaining silent while processing this new information.
On my knees again, naked below the waist, I'm still very fascinated by his cock. I smile as I gently roll the foreskin back and forth. His cock hardens even more. “Suck it” he whispers. I look up at him and back at his cock. I lick my lips before sliding it the in my mouth. The acidic taste of his sweat, the slight scent of his urine, and the feel of his warm, fleshy meat over my tongue and lips arouse me further. I suck the tip slowly at first and hear him moan. Gradually I take more of it. “Oh you’re a natural cock sucker aren’t you? You like my cock in your mouth, don’t you?” I respond with an appreciative moan while continuing to suck, faster now. “Oh I knew you were a sissy cocksucker when I saw you yesterday” he says. I smile, delighted at being called a sissy. This boy, who I thought had little insight, had understood me completely at first sight.
I can’t take it all in my mouth, but I so want to. I suck it hard and my jaw, stretched to the limit, aches, but I don’t want to stop. I grab his smooth butt cheeks and he holds my head firmly, encouraging me to suck deeper which produces loud slurping sounds. I’m gagging and need to pull out for air for a moment, then eagerly continue. “Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum!” As his cock slides to the back of my throat I feel the first shot of cum which makes be gag. Still holding my head, he pumps the rest in my mouth. It’s my first time sucking cock and my first taste of cum and I don’t like it, but I’m too eager to please and don’t want to disappoint him with my complaint. As I cough up cum he laughs, “don’t worry sissy, you’ll get the hang of it”
He squeezes out the last few drops of cum on my forehead, then gets dressed in a rush and shouts “see you later sissy” as he takes off, leaving me standing there naked, still with a small hard-on, wiping the dirt from my knees. While I dress slowly, I smile, thinking of what I had just done. When I emerge from the shed though, my pleasant thoughts turn to dread as I see Sally, a neighbour my age, who I have a crush on, standing in the yard, looking at me with disgust. Freddy is next to her, smiling and laughing. He whispers something to her, and then they both leave in a rush. My sissy transformation is only beginning.
The deliberations continued for a few more minutes until it was decided that we’d play tag. The group allowed Freddy to play, although not enthusiastically. After close to an hour we were all pretty tired from running around in the hot sun, so we took refuge in the shade by an old shed.
It wasn’t long before I understood why my friends considered him weird. As we quietly rested, Freddy asked if we wanted to show each other our penises. At that, my friends, mortified by the suggestion of a sausage party, all bolted, some saying they had to go home, others for some other made-up excuse. Only I hesitated, being the secret pervert that I am, but I followed my friends nonetheless, worried about what they would think of me if I stayed. Freddy remained silent, not protesting everyone’s sudden departure, but he did notice my prolonged stare at his crotch, covered by is tight shorts.
The next day, Freddy spotted me in the yard fixing the chain on my bike as he rode past. I felt nervous when he approached, unsure what he wanted. He asked what I was doing like it wasn’t obvious. There was an awkward silence as I continued my chore without paying much attention to him. Undeterred, like someone who struggles to understand social cues and who is unaffected by rejection, he offers once again to show me his penis. I freeze not knowing what to say, but yes, I thought to myself, I want to see it. He suggested we go inside the garden shed in the backyard. After more hesitation I quietly agreed after looking around to make sure no one was watching.
In the shed he quickly pulls down his shorts, the same from yesterday, releasing his uncut member, big and fat in proportion to the rest of his body, with a comparable thick foreskin that covered the head entirely. I utter an “oh wow”, not able to say anything else as I stare at it. I’m flooded with the hot, dizzying sensation of complete arousal. “You can touch it if you want,” he offered, smiling with pride. I reach out slowly to hold it, marveling at the size, texture and warmth. “Why don’t you take a closer look?” says Freddie, “It likes to be admired.” As I kneel in front of him, Freddy sees the puzzled look on my face as my finders run over the tip. “Haven’t you seen a foreskin before?” I look at him, still confused. “Yours is probably cut. Let me see. Stand up… Ok now take off your shorts.” I blush as I shyly comply. “Oh look at your little dink,” he laughs, “Yep, just what I thought you’re cut. And oozing too. Ha! Horny little guy.” The humiliation only adds to my arousal. “See, mine still has the foreskin, yours is cut off”. He laughs at my shock and confusion. As he explains the concept of a foreskin, I hold his cock again, remaining silent while processing this new information.
On my knees again, naked below the waist, I'm still very fascinated by his cock. I smile as I gently roll the foreskin back and forth. His cock hardens even more. “Suck it” he whispers. I look up at him and back at his cock. I lick my lips before sliding it the in my mouth. The acidic taste of his sweat, the slight scent of his urine, and the feel of his warm, fleshy meat over my tongue and lips arouse me further. I suck the tip slowly at first and hear him moan. Gradually I take more of it. “Oh you’re a natural cock sucker aren’t you? You like my cock in your mouth, don’t you?” I respond with an appreciative moan while continuing to suck, faster now. “Oh I knew you were a sissy cocksucker when I saw you yesterday” he says. I smile, delighted at being called a sissy. This boy, who I thought had little insight, had understood me completely at first sight.
I can’t take it all in my mouth, but I so want to. I suck it hard and my jaw, stretched to the limit, aches, but I don’t want to stop. I grab his smooth butt cheeks and he holds my head firmly, encouraging me to suck deeper which produces loud slurping sounds. I’m gagging and need to pull out for air for a moment, then eagerly continue. “Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum!” As his cock slides to the back of my throat I feel the first shot of cum which makes be gag. Still holding my head, he pumps the rest in my mouth. It’s my first time sucking cock and my first taste of cum and I don’t like it, but I’m too eager to please and don’t want to disappoint him with my complaint. As I cough up cum he laughs, “don’t worry sissy, you’ll get the hang of it”
He squeezes out the last few drops of cum on my forehead, then gets dressed in a rush and shouts “see you later sissy” as he takes off, leaving me standing there naked, still with a small hard-on, wiping the dirt from my knees. While I dress slowly, I smile, thinking of what I had just done. When I emerge from the shed though, my pleasant thoughts turn to dread as I see Sally, a neighbour my age, who I have a crush on, standing in the yard, looking at me with disgust. Freddy is next to her, smiling and laughing. He whispers something to her, and then they both leave in a rush. My sissy transformation is only beginning.
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