Indian femboy has his first

Hi there people. I’m Ayush from India (no abuses please). I’m a pretty shy individual, coming from an ordinary conservative middle class family. This is my first ever confession, because after reading the stories of so many others, I think this is a safe place to come out. From when I was in my early teens, I have had a penchant for crossdressing and wishing to get intimate with men. In our society, any kind of q**** behaviour is heavily stigmatised, so I never dared to act upon my fantasies, other than dressing up in my mom’s clothes when nobody was around. My first real experience happened when I was 18. My parents had gone on a pilgrimage, leaving me the charge of the house. It was almost a dream come true for me. When I was home, I used to dress up in sarees, wear makeup and bangles and live my crossdressing dreams to the fullest. I only wished that I could finally experience what it was like to be with a man. So one day, I had gone outside to fetch some groceries. On returning, I found my front door unlocked. Fearing that it might be an intruder or thief, I decided to enter quietly and check. I entered slowly and was taking silent steps when I was jolted by the sound of a familiar voice from behind.
“So this is what you are up to when your parents are out?”
He was smiling and holding up a pink saree bangles and some makeup.
“I found this on your bed. I always knew something was wrong with you, now I know what.”
My heart sank. I was overcome with fear and shock.
“Please please don’t tell anyone Akshay. I’m begging you. Please!”
Akshay was married to an older cousin of mine. He lived nearby, so I figured mom must have given him the keys to check up on me.
“We’ll see about that, but first go and wear this and come in front of me. I want to see how you look like.”
I was almost on the verge of crying. Still somehow, I went inside and put on the saree and make up and bangles. I came outside to find him sitting on the sofa. He was staring at me continuously. He told me to come near to him.
“You do look beautiful and sexy in a saree. I must admit. If you were a girl I might have made you my second wife.”
I was actually very excited about this. Akshay was the first one to see me like this and he was complementing me too. Suddenly, he started touching me here and there. I could see a bulge in his pants and sense that he was turned on.
“I promise not to tell anyone if you let me do anything I want. Understood?”
I nodded. He got up and lifted me up in my arms and carried me to my bedroom. I still remember how fast my heart was pounding. Akshay was strong and muscular. He put me down on my bed and climbed on top of me and started kissing me. I was almost crushed under him. Sensing my discomfort, he went down and put me on top of him and continued to kiss and smooch me, out tongues wrestling. He kissed my neck and shoulders and gave a hickey on my left shoulder. Then, he pulled down my pallu(google if you don’t understand) and started kissing my chest. He then put me down and climbed on top of me again and went down to my navel. He gave a wet kiss on my navel and I could feel a hot slippery sort of thing going around my belly, which I sensed was his tongue. He took a fancy to my navel and belly and sucked and licked it violently and ended with a bite just below my navel, which was enough to make me scream. Then he pulled my saree down and kissed me all around my crotch and licked my p****, which took me to another level of pleasure. After that he got up and pulled away whatever was left of my saree and threw it away. He took off his own clothes and turned me around and grabbed my legs. He pulled it apart and suddenly I could feel his d*** trying to go up my ass. It was paining a lot since it was my first time, and so I begged him not to do but he told me to shut up and tied my mouth with a piece of cloth so that I did not scream much. Then, he went back to f****** my ass. I closed my eyes and tried to feel the pleasure. He f***** me good and even unloaded his c** inside me. After he was done, he turned me around and opened my mouth and started to kiss me again. He ended with climbing on top of me and kissing me all over.
“You’re my darling, from now on whenever you want a guy just call me and we’ll meet. And when I want my darling I’ll have him.”
Afterwards, he came and we used to get intimate several times a day until my parents came back and even after that he arranged for us to meet. He was my first boyfriend, he fulfilled all my fantasies like a true man.

Sep 8, 2017

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  • I was a cute, feminine adolescent boy experimenting wearing my sister's pretty panties, he was a sensitive, caring attentive boy in his mid teens. He seduced me easily, I was ripe for attention that was more than being touched by flirtive hands from others, even stranger's found my firmly fresh well shaped boy's bottom irresistibly cute. They all had to get a feel, I'd blush secretly enjoying all the other boys grubby handprints on my tighty-whitie underpants and the occasional manhandling of my perfect little boycheeks, embarrassing but heart pounding.
    He was the one, perfect in many ways, kind, caring, attentive. Attractive with the perfect teenage boys body, slender, smooth skin with the perfect teen boycock, thin, tapered, just long enough to look big. It nested in a small full tuft of hair and a tight set of b**** that were big enough to feel between smooth fresh thighs at his full penetration in my quivering virgin boycheeks, boypussy, kidcunt, boyslut, he called me what he made me after that first time.
    Mom insisted that I take a bath before supper before Dad gets home that evening. Mom found out, my underpants full of his thick boycum that slowly leaked into them, two full loads he shot into me, and it felt so good when he did it. She knew what had happened right away, boypanties full of c**, someone had violated her beautiful boy'sass. She asked who as she checked for injury, "was it that older boy who you always are with?" "Uh no, he'd gone home, it was two boys that I never saw before, it was them." I lied, Mom cried and made me promise "not to tell anyone, it's better that it's our secret." In boy's underpants, girl's panties, even Mom's it was a secret I kept well after that first time. ;-)

  • Love it, we should meet

  • You are so cute. Adore you.

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