After military service I moved to the regional center where I got a job in the newspaper as the trainee. Began dashing 90. And much, very much I remember from that time, but most of all how passionately I wanted love.

Forced abstinence in the army made itself felt, a part of my nature, apparently, was a very loving, in a word, whatever it was, but the beauty of the women then seemed to me the Acme of perfection and the ultimate dream.

Well, the trouble is: being a boy, in General, with the character, before the girls I somehow gave up, lost, maybe because I was too anxious about the ladies ' charms.

One day my cousin and friend Natasha came to visit me. I played the guitar pretty good. Sang them. Natasha liked it. So much so that the admired, the night she had me roll over, not even hesitant with my sister. And my cock was drawn into the body and even cold with fear.

What was I so afraid of? Yes, and that is afraid to fail. Natasha put her hand between my legs, lay for a while, without saying anything, and slipped out from under the blanket.

This event finally undermined my faith in myself as a man. I thought I'd never be able to love again. And without love, life had no meaning.

We had a lot of boys and girls in the newsroom. We and were called-youth edition of the regional newspaper. Ah of course were friends, wove intrigue, tried to prove each - friend and around the world, its genius, understandable, that in our environment were formed and amorous of a couple of. How without it!

I do not know why, but rumor has attributed to me a friend Lena, a correspondent of the Department of culture. No, Lena, I really liked it, but show my sympathy, I am, for the reasons given above, would tremble: too beautiful seemed to me that girl-girl.

Again same fiasco with Natasha black star covered all my then existence.

However, on Lenin's birthday, I still dared to give her a bouquet of roses. And, o Gods, she accepted them! My heart almost jumped out of my chest for joy. But I immediately remembered my male failure. And this joy with bouquet and only overshadowed my suffering.

At that time I lived in a hostel. The editors gave me a room in a separate section. The second room in it occupied by a certain Marat, boy or man, 35 years old, tall, thin, slanted, with large hands. Working somewhere, I didn't know where.

This was a rare scoundrel! Every night he dragged himself another girlfriend, or rather sacrifice (one worse than the other, and where it only dug up?!). And an Orgy. Cruel and despicable.

Fucking, called the partners the last words, lashed them, forced to sing his praises, and even secretly recorded all these cases on the tape recorder, and then blackmailed these poor fellows, exploiting them, as and when he wants.

Through the thin door, I was perfectly audible. Besides, to be honest, cursing myself, I used to tiptoe crept to the neighbor's door, to better hear the details. Then I got addicted to jerking off under that damn door.

This Marat I went wrong immediately. In everyday life, he was unscrupulous, forgot to flush the water from the bath after himself, left dirty dishes. These his girlfriends scattered everywhere their towels, hygiene items, and even details of underwear.

All of which I threw under the door neighbor, we often have a dog.

He very aggressively tried to take control of our territory. However, before physical violence is not reached, because I felt that I have temper too, and will strike back, even though I was smaller than him.

-Plate of your wash, the cockroaches are getting a divorce! I told him.

- You're gonna fuck a lot, you're gonna wash them yourself, okay? He's mine.

That's how we lived, " in love and harmony."

I remember I invited Lena and her friend. And she promised to come! That was the first time I had it. I was worried. I bought a cake and even a set of glasses for such a case – all the dishes we had with Marat were motley, as a rule, ceramic with chips and cracks.

Oh, that was a wonderful evening! We drank some inexpensive wine, I played the girls on the guitar, sang. And seemed to like Lena more and more. Sparks of light were crushed in her wonderful, gray eyes, and in these eyes always burned a spark of interest.

As on sin and Marat was at home, and even with his friend Ashot. I don't know what connected these two. Because Ashot was older than my neighbor almost half. It was almost an old man – bald, with a Bush of gray hair around his head, bug-eyed and thick.

He came rarely, but that is called aptly. On those nights, buddies or drunk, or something smoked. Marat spun guest their best record, well, the same. Both were laughing the whole Dorm, then whispered, then again, whinnying and so on until the morning.

The most unbearable thing is that they smoked so much in their room that it was impossible to breathe in the whole section. I then had to ventilate the room for a day.

The moment I went out to see Lena off with her friend coincided with the moment Ashot left. These two are from the next room, as if on purpose, is also dumped into the corridor. And I wanted it the least.

Marat goofy smirk literally pouring lustful gaze of the girls. Ashot stuck to Lena:

- Er, beauty, let me tell you a fortune? Do you want me to tell you a good fiance?!

It turned out I couldn't be like that.

I don't! Briefly drop Lenka.

And Marat raised his hat to her girlfriend, say, out of reach. But no one can reach in no hurry. And the insolent gave the hat.

Worst thing was the Elevator. This elderly Ashot on these beautiful girls got up and it was clearly visible. It's spacious, grey, striped, the pants went straight up a huge hill. Ashot drooled and offered the girls to bring them in his car.

When I returned home, Marat was unusually kind and affectionate. To accompany the guest for some reason he did not go and now was on duty in the corridor:

- Cool girls! Introduce, huh? - We'll sit together sometime. I have records cool there is.(Yeah, of course!!!). You sing guitar.

I sighed sympathetically and measured him with an arrogant look.

"Yes, this Finn about you, she will never come near!". With incredible glee I thought. And he slammed the door of the room. She cut me off from this, bleeding sexual languor, whip.

I remember it was Sunday. I'm doing Laundry. Machines we did not have, so rinsed right in the bathroom. On the rope for drying the hung women's panties. Apparently, some of Marat's girlfriends washed in the morning, hung up to dry and forgot.

I can't say it was a masterpiece of lingerie, but it caught my eye. Such cherry with lace at the edges, I do not know what material.

I took them off with trepidation, looked at them more closely, and suddenly thought... what if you try them on?! And the sweet horror threw me all over. Don't know from what depths did this criminal desire, but it was sweet.

I quickly took off my panties and put these on. Surprisingly, they were my size! But to see how they sit, I had to go out into the common corridor-there was a large mirror.

Marat was asleep. Anyway, he didn't show any signs of life. I decided!

In the mirror, I saw that I have, it turns out, feminine, quite slender, long legs and these cherished panties only emphasized their length. My cock involuntarily stood up.

I wanted to jerk off here, right in front of the mirror. Hanging around the mirror, I forgot about everything. I glanced to the right and shuddered. Marat looked at me from his door - it was on the mirror in the hall and grinned knowingly.

I was terrified of everything. I rushed into my room, jumped out of those panties and lay low. Disaster! No other word.

- What scared something, dummy?- Affectionately call asked Marat from - for corridor.- I think I'm going to tell anyone?

I was silent, my heart was pounding terribly, I just did not know what to do now.

- Correctly I think - sang his Requiem this slanted bastard.- Well, firstly, I ask that your newspaper has settled out from me motherfucker, and secondly, your going to tell Lena.

- What do you want? I screamed.

- Well, come out here and talk.

I pulled my jeans up and walked out.

Why don't I take a picture of you in your underwear and forget about it? immediately he took the bull by the horns.

- Capture the moment, that's all. Photos will remain only me, I will not show.

- No!

- Then I'll tell it to your office.

It's hard to tell what thoughts then owned me. Maybe because this guy took me by surprise, or maybe just out of the need to do something to get out of that unbearable situation, but like that Professor Pleishner, I went to this completely failed, illogical step. I believed he wouldn't show the picture to anyone. I was very trusting back then.

And he took his picture. He whipped me, dressed in women's panties, his ruthless flash as a slap in the face. I tried to shield my hands. He was filming.

Then where-that has evaporated. Left alone, I tried to calm down. But it was difficult for me. We had a small town, and the times were dark, then the blue theme was perceived only negatively. And thank about what I say, faggot, just might kill me. I'm not talking about a career.

He came in the evening, when I got out and hung the clothes.

- See?!- Even from the hallway he showed me some envelope. Let's see. Photos turned out just great!!!

"Sit down," he patted the sofa beside him. I sat down:

- Look!- He began to show me my pictures that I've managed to do, and see how handsome you are! Look, look, don't turn away.

As if through some haze, I was glancing at these cards. Honestly, if someone wanted to show the secret life of a faggot, he wouldn't have found a better angle.

Finally Marat folded cards deck, hid them in an envelope:

- Well, if I didn't have proof before, I do now. Understood?.. I can't hear you, okay?!

- Yeah.

- Harder.

-Yes!

- And mind you, if anything, the negatives - the Ashot. And now we're gonna play, so I don't show anyone.

I finally figured out what kind of trap I was in.

"Take off your clothes," he said briefly.

Why?

- You'll see.

I took off.

- Naked!

Being in a fog, I undressed.

- Well, you have a Wiener! he smirked.- YOU were gonna fuck Lenka with that?! Look at what the fuck it's supposed to be!- He came out of his leotard. His long, crooked head wrapped member was already in full swing. This and the glands to get, sadly I thought. It became clear why so yelling his girlfriend. Marat threw pillows under the top wall of his bed, fell apart on them:

- Suck it!

- You promised.

- I didn't promise you anything. If you don't want everyone to know you're a faggot, you'll do whatever I say. Okay?

- Clearly.

Can't fucking hear!

- Yes!

- Get down! Oh, wait, he jumped, something snapped in the bookshelf. I figured he'd turned on his terrible tape recorder. The ribbon rustled. He fell apart on the pillows again:

- Give.

I lay awkwardly on the bed.:

- Doggy style, facing me, and spread ' em!

I got up.

- Never sucked a man before?

- No.

What's your name? Only louder!

I called his name.

Who you sucking?

- His neighbor Marat.

I no longer belonged to myself. Realizing that nothing can be corrected, I caught the hand of his trunk, marveling at how hot he was, clumsily licked the head:

Oh, fucking great! - he approved.- Take it in your mouth, but be careful with your teeth .

How could I suck and lick, if only he finished faster.

You like it?- deliberately loudly asked he on a microphone.

- Yeah.

Is that a Yes? Like to suck a man? Tell me!

- Yeah,I like sucking men.

Luckily this time he came quickly. But calmed down for a while:

- Go to the bathroom, get yourself an enema and come to me. He ordered it.

Why?

- I'll be ready again soon. I'm going to want to fuck.

We did have an enema. Forgot the old tenants on the shelf in the bathroom. However, to enter, I had more than once or twice to lubricate it with some cream. Awkwardly, made himself a stranger to me the procedure, really not realizing what would happen.

- Soon?!- Impatiently shouted partner.

When I returned to him, it was dark outside, and he turned on the light. His cock was completely wild, up almost parallel to his stomach.

- On, brush it with oil - he gave me a bottle which I kept for my girls.

I grabbed the bottle, shivering hand shook his palm oil and began to put it on his cock. I was surprised again how hot it was.

Are you sick? Marat asked me.

- How is it?- I didn't understand in a hoarse voice.

- Well, no sexually transmitted infections? Gonorrhea, gonorrhea? Nothing to reward me?

- N - no like.

He wrote everything on the tape recorder.

- Look, will be rewarded, not paid. I warned you. More butter, more butter. Then put it on yourself. Have you fucked already?..

I looked up at him from below. He winked at me from above and crucified my mouth in a smirk:

You like it!

- Come on, get the bed. Get cancer.

Already well lubricated, I stood up, as widely as possible, spreading his knees.

- Bend over and twist your anus, enjoy the moment.- Marat Ordered.

I slowly caroused. The partner suddenly blew me Spencer, and I shivered: the air was fresh, cold. Because he was blowing from afar.

Marat laughed.

He slapped my hand on one, then on the other buttock.

Great ass: white, strong, painfully squeezed.- Even better than Ludka. - He praised. And stupidly sang:

- Her ass is like a nut, and pulls dick into sin!

He downright stymied with feelings, and I did not understand what he was so happy.

I could feel his cock flying somewhere close. But he has never "stung"me before.

Finally the neighbor power both inside their hands parted my legs, although they stood pretty wide ( I thought something cracked), pressed on the shoulder, prognuv me, and the ring of his fingers tightly squeezed my waist.

- Cowards, speak, women's love. Come here, sweetheart!

He pulled me on top of her.

I felt the head of the penis rested against the anus, from which he fearfully squeezed. But the partner began to enter.

He didn't push, he pressed a prick. But she didn't.

Finally, he annoyingly loosened his grip, and I felt heavy, warm drops of fragrant ylang - ylang oil drip onto my anus. He rubbed them, dripped them again. Oil flowed down the crotch, dripped on the bed. He was silent and strained nozzles. He was excited and even a little hoarse. I felt it and trembled.

-Come on, relax, it hurts Christol he had me on the buttocks and carving! He pressed hard, I frowned in pain, trying to relax, and finally felt the head gently entered me, and the sphincter tightly closed behind her.

Pain pierced me, I tried to escape. But he kept tenaciously and persistently planted. He was planting, I was trying to get out, knowing we were practically fucking. And then he pressed so hard that he went unbearably deep. Vranovici, I collapsed beside the bed, and podhvatil, ran to my room.

I kicked into my bed, pulled the blanket under my nose and tried to deal with my feelings. The panic and pain in the anus. Nothing else. It seems the clock ticked, and the headlights slant rectangles left in the bookshelf.

I don't know how long I lay there until the torturer hit the wall.:

- Come to me!

I shuddered and jumped. The sheet reached for me-stuck to the buttocks on the grease from his cock.

His cock stood hard. Like some strange macaque he was rushing around the room, writhing and bending, shaking his pelvis, and it seemed that colorful waves were walking around his lean, but wide and tall body. He showed me everything, twisted his cock and made faces, being in all his animal lasciviousness.

The garden I planted, I watered, the matter is delayed, he is a member and whip them in the stomach. Devouring the look of this cock, I huddled in the corner of the bed. He got me by the ankles and again "spread" cancer.

Need the oil now, since I was already heavily lubricated. And his cock again gave abundant lubrication.

Again, the ring of his fingers tightly and greedily gripped my waist, and he literally pulled me on top of her, quite regardless of my feelings.

The pain pierced me again, then slowly began to subside. He fucked me as he went deeper and deeper.

And then, suddenly, a sweet blue feather came dekotora me somewhere under the belly button and melted away, and I involuntarily let out his first moan and began podmahivat him timidly.

And then I first came to understand that I fuck like a woman. And my limp dick just got hard. Unable to cope with myself, I grabbed him and soon shook in orgasm. As much as possible, as far as possible, planting me, finished and partner…

The next day, he told me to shave myself clean in all the places, said all the household including cooking was on me now.

- Ocedures all good,- he commanded me, leaving for his mysterious work,- find even a speck of dust, will pidarasti.

With a week it broke me humiliated, humiliated and severely flogged, where they wanted and when they wanted, despite the fact that I certainly resisted and tried to escape. Already down and feathers flew. Once he pinched me naked in the corner between the bed and the battery, pressed my head to the floor with his heavy hand and finally put me on the full... and I realized that I like it.

I remember that it was not long, I got bored, so much so that even dildos made out of a hothouse cucumber, pulled on his condom.

Now he was inside me completely and had me in all positions. For example, he loved, so I sat on it, facing him, and holding me by the hips, very fine strike from the bottom, I stood splayed hand against his belly, rolling his eyes from bliss.

I've led a double life now. At work was all those same correspondent Sleigh, talented a kid with the character. And still continued to flirt with Lena. She answered me in return, I even sometimes thought that she treats me with some special interest... at Home I was a concubine of a nefarious neighbor. I now had several pairs of stockings, cosmetics and permanent hair removal cream.

With products then was progress has been slow. But some clothes, it was possible to get. And the sex industry was already gaining momentum.

And if someone could inadvertently look in the evening, at night, or in the morning to us in the section, he would be wildly surprised to see how this nimble boy from the editorial office, dragging the girls, shamelessly spreading, bent at the knees, smooth legs in white fishnet stockings, side sucks his neighbor Marat.

Marat photographed me tirelessly, from all angles.

And strange changes occurred in my body. Anal sex I now wanted, got it, languished in anticipation of the act, especially in the morning, my sphincter was revealed. At the door, humiliated, I begged Marat to let me to his bed. If he allowed, was taken playfully, hand, lips hungrily caress him. When he got up in full power, from above I sat down on him and received the shaking of pleasure.

Oh, how sweet we fucked after a warm sleep!

And, surprisingly, yesterday's straight Marat almost ceased to lead to his girlfriends, living only with me. However, he has always maintained an extremely active role.

And though, happened, and lashed, and humiliated, nevertheless over time began to treat me more carefully, sometimes even with some tenderness. And cleaning the apartment I was now engaged in less and less. I even was sure, if anything happens, Marat will be on the protection of our little sexual Paradise without hesitation.

Although to slap on the ass, and grab the neck with hard sex, as I say, loved. And he encouraged me to change into a woman, sometimes he threw some little things, showing such an unattractive ingenuity. And was terribly excited by them!

It's funny to say, but once he even gave me a scene of jealousy, after Ashot visited us on a visit. Say, I and before it "twisted an ass".

And, under Ashot, of course, I was not in women's.

The explanation is one thing. Apparently I became such a skilled mistress, with what could not compete his girlfriends. That said, at that time, to my surprise, my thigh somehow poplavnoi, widened, and my figure was feminine and quite attractive, though lean and slightly angular, like a model.

From regular sex skin was white, smooth, velvety. Incredibly, my waist appeared some female bodily aristocracy, as in Lima Vajkule.

And I fucked with passion, like a thoroughbred lady, even exquisitely and gracefully! I liked it that way. And these manners myself, I trained specifically to like rough Marat.

It seems, himself Marat ofigeval from what was happening with me!

Although at times I thought about Lena and realized that I still like.

Well, with Marat, it was passion. Crazy on the verge of an accident. I felt that my paskudny lover prepares some vile - all rustled and rustled his terrible tape recorder.

And his meanness subsequently surpassed all expectations!

Well, then, as if in the continuation of the story with stockings, I could often be seen trustfully sitting on it to face him on his penis, when Marat himself was sitting on the couch.

And his faceted trunk went deep into my hot, fat anus, and dangled the white lace of my female corset in the hollow between my white buttocks, and tickled his light tip of the lover's egg. And my legs wrapped greedily around his feet.

And I slowly rose and, like a slug, slid down this trunk, gently rotating ass, hugging partner by the neck and obscenely kissing him passionately.

Marat once told me that I was in for a surprise tonight.

Let's have a Threesome! Ocedures all and wait!

But who?! I was scared.

- Ashot will be with a friend. He smirked mysteriously.

Who are you?

- With you.

There were rumors that this clumsy Ashot - the master of fucking-and does not miss a single skirt. But could he keep his mouth shut? Here is the question, and we have a small town. I pouted.

- Well give,- "allowed" Marat.

Yeah, right! When he's in the recesses waiting in the wings for such a killer dirt on me. Yes I do and without compromising agreed on everything. Himself already've been running for Marat.

Marat let me smoke some weed. Showed package.

I rustled the packet impatiently. There was a female cap. So black, with a very high, dense canopy and red - cat - ears on it. I looked at Marat inquiringly.

- Try on.

I'm wearing a wire. Right, my size. In the package was a new white stockings with a wide elastic band and white gloves.

- As they come in, put on the stockings, the gloves, the hat and shoes, and wait, I'll call you - taught Marat. And look, no tricks. If anything, I'll send the pictures directly to your father.

- You want to give me to that fat man?!

- No, there will be more interesting! He winked again.

-Well, hit me though will not?- My hands are down.

They won't.

I performed all the procedures carefully. And just in case swallowed a tablet of delagil, so as not to catch any infection.

And then there was a short call to our section. Pulled vivid women's perfume. Locking himself in the room, I undressed, carefully and with pleasure unrolled his stockings, high pulling gum, put on stilettos, pulled on white fishnet gloves to the elbow, wearing a cap and was bare and mannered cat.

Oh, my God! Tell me a few months ago what I'm going to be. And before whom, before this slanting beggar-neighbor !

I was intrigued, excited by my nudity, I already wanted to fuck, but they didn't call me. From the room of Marat heard the music, sounded a male voice, pulling on the spirits and weed.

Man, are they trying my patience on purpose?!

Finally I was called in.

I walked in all dressed up, deliberately lasciviously wagging my hips. Gangbang, Gangbang fucking!

The room was dim, it was terribly stuffy and smoky with tobacco and grass. It smelled like the same perfume and sweaty, hot bodies. Near the sofa was a table with a drink.

On the couch, legs spread wide apart, Ashot fell apart with excited, ovate veins, a very powerful member and devoured me with a look. Next to him was a girl, apparently, she just gave him a Blowjob. Sitting next with a partner, she was inclined to Ashot, but now all eyes were staring at me. Her mouth was open, drooling from her plump lips.

- See? Know?! Now suck it!- imperiously bowed her head to his cock Ashot.

Oh, my God. The was. Lenka! Where the hell did she come from?! Mind went I have for the mind.

- Meet Lena, it's our Sasha! - Marat introduced me.- Meet Sasha, this is our Lena!

The men laughed.

I woke up already standing on the floor on my knees, in front of sitting on the couch - next to Ashot - Marat. I gave Marata a Blowjob. Sometimes he'd give me some weed, and I'd go on.

It is then repulsive this Marat told me that you told everything to Helen. Showed a photo. Promised to give her all the dirt on me if she agreed to fuck his boyfriend, Ashot.

Girl agreed to. Why? Hard to say. Apparently, she really felt sorry for me, and she selflessly decided to help. But still, maybe she was just curious to see me in this role. Well, then I definitely couldn't get into anything right away.