In hindsight look back at that evening I met him as a complete revelation to me.
At the time though, everything had `just happened.'
I had called in at pub, just down some steps, off Dale Street, below a gymnasium.
Having been there a few times, I knew that most the clientele were gay, or otherwise agendered. It'd be a horrible afternoon at the office and needing a distraction, I'd gone in there, just to drink and watch, as I so often did.
I recall the young man, talking with two old queens at the bar awhile, then walking across to me, a light smile on his face.
He'd a broad chest that filled his white tee-shirt well; the most vivid blue eyes and blonde short wavy hair, worn with a centre-part; and a bulge in the front of his tight light-blues jeans that I'd been compelled to look at. He'd looked massive.
"Can I sit with you?" He'd asked.
"Sure," I'd replied, looking around briefly at all the other places he could have sat: and all the other people he could have sat with.
Yet, he'd wanted to sit with me.
Sitting next to me, he's place his left hand on my right thigh, with a smile.
"I bet them twenty pound I could chat you up," he whispered quickly, quietly.
"Just play along, okay?!" he'd asked, still in whisper, squeezing my thigh.
And I'd turned to him and smiled.
I don't know why, but I had.
We'd talked: about anything and everything.
He'd even bought me two whiskey, doubles, straight.
And when he's stood and looked to me and smiled and helped a hand, I'd taken it and followed, as he'd led me outside, where we'd ordered a taxi, to his.
All in all that chat-up had probably lasted all of twenty minutes I'd mused, as I'd sat next to the young man who I'd learnt was Steve, on the way to his, with my heart beating fast.
I had though wondered just why I'd acquiesced so easily.
`Was it because I wanted to know what it was like?!" I'd wondered, as the car had crossed town and his left hand caressed the bulge in my trousers and he smiled.
"I'd like to see your slim body in a dress, or slip as you please me."
He'd said it so decisively, I'd listened drunk: and willing.
Till then I'd never been with a man, but there I was seriously contemplating wearing a dress, within minutes of getting in the car with him.
My excuse had been the drink, but it had been something I'd thought of.
`How had he known?' I'd wondered.
"So, you would like to dress for me?" He asked softly, squeezing my thigh.
I'd nodded, unable to find the words.
"And maybe wearing silky panties and stockings." He'd added.
Again, I'd nodded.
I'd not known why I wanted to agree, but I had.
It'd almost felt like his questions had identified a need.
The journey had only lasted for five minutes, but they had seemed interminable.
Yet, just five minutes later, we'd stood in his living-room, more drinks in hand as we sat on the sofa together, Blondie playing on the stereo.
"I'll go to the bedroom and get what I want you know wear," he'd told me as he stood, again squeezing my thigh.
And I'd sat there, quietly waiting, as went to get `what he wanted me to wear,' my heart beating so hard and fast, I'd thought it might burst from my chest.
I wanted to run: but, at the same time, I wanted to wear a dress, for him.
When he'd returned to the film, he'd handed me a lilac silk full slip, black lace-edged panties, also silk; and a pair of black hold-up stockings, with a smile on his face.
"These had belonged to my sister, she stayed here awhile."
"Now I want to see how they look on you.." he'd added with a grin.
Mutely I'd taken the clothes to the bathroom, he indicated with a fixed finger.
I'd undressed hurriedly, anxious to please and changed into the clothing provided, taking pleasure in the feel of the sensual materials on my body.
But, when I'd left that room, having looked in the mirror, I'd felt far more naked than I'd been naked for real: having decided that I'd looked like a sissy, his sissy.
And when I'd stood before Steve again, he'd slowly walked toward me, a broad smile on his face, as I had stood there my hands at my side, looking down toward my nylon covered toes.
Standing just before me he had brought his left hand to my cheek and he had gently caressed my face.
"I did like the way you looked at me when I walked in," I'd whispered softly.
I'd spoken through my embarrassment.
"Raise your eyes," he instructed.
I'd done as instructed him, to see that look of lust in his eyes again.
His hand had drifted to the back of my head and Steve had drawn me toward him.
As our lips had met I'd felt his had arousal against my right thigh, hard for me, I'd known that and liked the idea.
There I'd stood, transformed into this mans sissy-plaything, in just over an hour; willing to please him as he might want; whilst needing every prompt possible, to awaken these dormant submissive tendencies within.
I'd wrapped my arms round him as our tongues meshed together, our bodies full of urgent need, for one another.
With his free hand he'd taken my left hand and guided it to the bulge in his trousers and he'd stroked himself, with my hand.
I'd continued to fondle him as he withdrew his hand to place it on the back of my left thigh.
As the hand glided upward, I'd trembled a little, with nervous anticipation and need, as the kiss continued, his tongue taking possession of my mouth.
I'd wanted to melt in his arms and fallen into a submissive role as I'd revelled in his oral possession of my mouth with his tongue.
Slowly his hand had run up my stocking-clad thigh; over my bare flesh to my satin-clad buttocks. His fingers eased beneath the elastic and the middle finger teased my tight sphincter and for just a moment or two, I'd waited anxiously, wanting more.
Then I'd moaned my frustration, clutching at Steve, as he'd drawn himself from me to hold me by my shoulders, at arms reach.
"You're staying awhile," he'd told me.
Breathless, I'd stood looking into his eyes, wide with lust, for me, and my body his, to use as he might want.
And I'd felt truly exhilarated: a wanton sissy-boy, dressed to please this strong looking young man.
"Pour us both a drink hunni," Steve had told me as he'd removed his hands from my shoulders.
I'd poured us a whiskey each, as Steve had begun to undress.
Then having sat on the sofa, I'd sipped at mine, as I'd admired his slim body: taught belly and defined pecs.
He was so masculine, just looking at him at made me feel feminine.
And when he'd been finally naked, I'd felt more emasculated still, for whereas I'm rather small, `down there'; he'd been anything but.
Eight or nine inches of cut manhood had stood proud from his body, just a foot from me and it'd held me mesmerized.
Sitting next to me, he'd smiled as he'd eased down my right shoulder strap. Steve had eased down the straps a little and lowered his face to my chest.
He had taken my nipple between his lips, suckling on me, as I had him just awhile earlier. And, the electric sensations he created inside me had been felt down to my hardening cock, while I'd seemed to melt into this young mans submissive toy.
I'd closed my eyes and held him tight, as he had suckled on me, occasionally biting at my engorged flesh, acting to removes any vestige of manhood I'd had left.
My erect cock had ached for its release, as I'd held him, while he'd teased my now willing body.
At that moment as I'd enjoyed his mouth on my excited nipple, I'd have done anything he'd asked of me.
Then, Steve had pulled from me, nipping me hard with his teeth, before he'd begun on the other, as he laid his right hand on my left thigh.
He'd continued to tease me, with bites and flicks of his tongue and I'd lain back, feeling ever-so submissive, watching Steve as he parted my thighs.
He had then lain to my side and parted my thighs and sucked on his fingers, moistening them.
Then he'd wrapped his left arm round my neck and pulled me to him, to kiss him, as he edged my panties gusset to one side.
Our lips pressed tightly together, I'd slid my tongue into his mouth as I'd caressed his face lovingly.
Then as his saliva-slick right fore-finger and middle finger slid easily passed my puckered ring I'd groaned against Steve's lips.
I'd held him and kissed Steve, as those fingers began to piston in and out, widening me, loosening me.
Abruptly he'd sat back onto his haunches, staring at me, knees parted, legs spread, a look of desire on his face, for me.
Oh, how I'd wanted him.
How I'd wanted him to fill me again and very quickly, I'd got what I'd wanted.
"I want to fuck you, now," Steve had told me simply, as he reached down to the side of the sofa and picked up a tube of KY.
Lying between my legs, he'd picked my legs up and draped them over his shoulders.
Then placing the head of his erect length against my sphincter, he'd leant forward, pushing slowly and as his hard cock had popped inside my asshole he held me tight, kissing me.
That kiss had continued as he pushed his length into me, filling me, using me and I'd gripped him with my legs, as he'd begun to slide his cock back and forth.
It'd hurt, but I'd loved it: and wanted more.
He'd driven in and out, in and out; my own satin encased small cock, hard between our bellies, as he fucked me.
Each time he pushed his hard cock into my tight receptive asshole I'd moaned with passion, for all we'd shared.
It'd not mattered that it'd felt as though he were tearing me in two, but I'd loved it as much as he had. I'd been his, to use, his slut to enjoy.
Then I'd felt Steve begin to tense, his thighs in tremor, as his buttocks tightened and I'd felt his cum, shoot into my ass.
We'd moaned together, as he'd gown soft inside me, then held one another, kissing softly.
All of that was just two days ago. I've just told the Mrs. I'm going out to see a friend and I might be late back. Personally, I hope to spend the evening on my back.