Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and bisexual activity as well as any combination of piss play, diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are mostly based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met. Every attempt to conceal these identities has been made. These stories are placed in Nifty for the enjoyment of its readers and are not to be copied and/or distributed without the approval of the author.
Chapter 3
Everyone seems to have their own opinion of the taste of cum. It's sweet to some, bitter to others; salty to some, not so to others. In addition, in the years since my first experience with Chris, I've noticed a substantial difference between individuals and even the same man can have different tasting cum depending on what he's had to eat. However there was one thing about the taste of cum that I discovered that morning with Chris. Nothing has as long lasting an aftertaste. I was sure I could still taste his cum hours later. Of course there was a good chance it was wishful thinking on my part.
One thing for sure, there was a big difference - make that a HUGE difference - between tasting a glob of my own cum and having my mouth filled with Chris's sweet spew. From the look on my face and the way I kept rolling my tongue around in my mouth, it was evident to both Roni and Chris that I'd thoroughly enjoyed giving my first blow job. Or maybe it was the way I kept giving Chris's cock a kiss, long after the blow job was finished, that caused the debate. Whatever the reason, Chris and Roni, leaving me out of the decision, considered the options of Sissy Kayla' or Kayla cum slut' as my new Hotmail account. In a way, I liked them both - something I never would have admitted when I'd gotten up that morning. But then, that was before I'd found Roni's pissy panties or sucked my first dick.
Those wet panties had put all of this in motion and I wasn't ready for it to stop. If that meant putting up with the teasing the both of them were giving me, then let them tease away.
"Okay, which one is it going to be?" Roni finally decided to ask me. "Which one do you like best?"
It was hard for me to imagine any guy my age wanting to be tagged as either a sissy or a cum slut but then, we weren't really talking about a guy my age. I'd fallen into a second persona, that of `Kayla', a sissified cocksucker. Kyle didn't want to be a sissy OR a cum slut. Kayla wanted to be both. But I knew - now that I'd been asked - that I had to choose or we'd be all day at this when there were more exciting things to do. I still had hopes of getting Roni in that hot-tub.
"I think Sissy Kayla' would be better," I told them. As best I could reason it out with my limited experience, as a cum slut' I was restricted to mouthing the male appendage. However a `sissy' could serve or service both sexes, like some of the she-males in those books of Roni's that I wanted to get back to eventually.
But for the moment, with the real thing dangling in front of me, it was foolish to pick up a book to merely read about it. So again, without much thought, while Roni took over creating my `Sissy Kayla' profile, I turned to give Chris's cock another kiss. I couldn't bring myself to tell him aloud how much I'd loved sucking that cock for him and that I wanted to do it again and often. With it right there in front of me, I hoped that giving it a frequent kiss would convey the same message. He responded by edging closer and I responded to that by using the tip of my tongue to go after what appeared to be a glistening drop in his pee slit.
Roni turned to watch me for a moment, and then asked, "What are you trying to do? Get him to pee for you?"
I'd had no such intention and wondered how she'd come up with that. As if reading my mind, she told me, "That's what Rhonda - in that book I was reading - likes to do. She tickles the head of a guy's dick after she sucks it to get them to pee for her."
"What book?" Chris wanted to know. Then, showing that he had been paying attention, he asked, "One of those in there?" As he asked, he nodded his head in the direction of Roni's room.
To show him I was a little ahead of him in at least one area, I told him, "Yeah, we were reading those before you came over." I knew that gave him the impression we might have been doing other things too and that didn't bother me at all. I enjoyed the way he was looking at me with new respect. Or maybe I had the look wrong and Roni had it right.
"Thinking about doing him now?" she asked Chris.
From the way he blushed (and I swear his cock twitched), he must have been thinking something like that and I was all for it. By then, it had been a couple of hours or more since I'd cum on Roni's wet panties and I think I must have been hard for most of that time. I wasn't desperate to cum, but it would sure be nice. More important, to my way of thinking, was that if Chris was to like sucking as much as I did, we could have a great thing going.
So once again I was praying that Chris said yes and I think if Roni hadn't been there, he might have suggested it himself. However, as enamored as he was by Roni, he didn't want to seem too eager for gay or bi sex in front of her. So instead he told her, "I, uh, don't know how."
I smile at him. That was neither a yes or no, just his way of saying he might if he knew what to do. I knew Chris well enough by then to know that he wasn't concerned about doing it, just about doing it wrong. Roni knew how to handle that without a problem.
"Well neither did Kayla and she did a good job didn't she? You're older and it should be even easier."
It was almost comical for Roni to keep referring to me as `she' when we were talking about Chris sucking my cock. But as I was to learn time and again in the coming years, when it comes to sex, using reason is unreasonable. Roni was playing Chris perfectly and I decided at that very moment that I would never try to outwit her. If she didn't have a natural aptitude for being a trial lawyer like Chris's dad, than maybe there wasn't such a thing as natural aptitude. To show Chris my natural aptitude, and at the same time how easy it was, I engulfed his entire cock, down to his pubic hair, rolled it around in my mouth, felt a wave of self satisfaction surge through me as it swelled between my lips, and then slowly let it slide out, giving the head another quick kiss before looking up.
"Like that," I told him, like suddenly I'd become an expert - which was a joke. The only thing I'd ever sucked before that morning was my thumb when I'd been an infant.
"Move around," Roni instructed. Then to me she said, "Sit on the edge of the seat," and told Chris, "You kneel down in front of him."
I knew she was right. I could sense that Chris's legs had nearly buckled when he came in my mouth and I was sure if we swapped positions and I was standing when Chris sucked me off, that my legs would give out completely. So I moved to the seat Chris had brought in, Chris knelt between my legs, and Roni took my desk chair so that she could divide her time between my computer and watching Chris.
Chris proved that maybe there was something to that aptitude thing by pausing at the last second before putting my prick in his mouth to cut a deal with Roni. "If I do this, can I borrow some of those books some time?" he asked her.
"As long as I get them back." Then, grinning at me like we were sharing a joke, she added, "And the pages aren't all stuck together."
Then I learned why guys think blow jobs are so special. Chris didn't make any of the mistakes I'd made and I needn't have worried about him getting uncomfortable in whatever position we used. I didn't last that long. While I'm sure it was really a lot longer than that, it seemed to me like Chris bobbed his head three times and it was over. Thankfully, the bed was right behind me, because when I shot off in Chris's mouth, I fell over backward.
When I finally sat back up, they were both smiling at me. "Good, huh?" Roni asked.
"Awesome. Now I know why guys like it so much." I too was smiling, particularly at Chris, and from the look he was giving me, I was sure we'd be having a lot of this kind of fun together in the future. At least I sure hoped we would! I was ready to do him again right now. But he cut that idea off before I could even suggest it when he noticed the clock radio by my bed.
"Shit. I have to go," he said suddenly. Then he explained. "The Angels have an afternoon game and my dad can't go. Uncle Tim is picking me up in a few minutes if you want to go."
Chris had two uncles and an aunt that I knew of. His Uncle Tim was an executive with Walt Disney and had four season tickets to Anaheim Angels games that he used for his division of the company and when he used them himself, he usually took his son, Pete, plus Chris and Chris's dad. If Chris's dad couldn't go, I was offered the fourth ticket. I loved going with them, always had a ball, once had caught a ball - but not this time. Ever since Roni had mentioned our unused hot-tub I'd had a one track mind, derailed briefly by Chris's arrival and our cock-sucking adventures. Now, given the choice of a baseball game or having fun with Roni, the Angels would have to do without me. While Chris hurriedly dressed, we jabbered about seeing each other later or in the morning and both understood we were talking about getting together to explore our new sexual relationship and as soon as possible. To be sure he understood how I felt, I gave his cock one more quick kiss just before he pulled his shorts up which seemed to get a bigger smile from Roni than from Chris. Then he was gone.
"As much as you both enjoyed it," Roni asked me. "Why did you wait so long to try it?"
I didn't think we'd waited long at all. It was barely two weeks from the day I'd held it in my hand, the first time I'd ever given another boy's cock much thought. In my fourteen-year-old opinion, I'd hardly waited at all. But I didn't argue the point, shrugged my shoulders, and let that subject drop. She went back to putting things in the computer while I thought about all the new things I'd done in a single day.
After a minute of so, Roni spun around in the chair and told me, "There you go. I did both. You're now Sissy Kayla' on Hotmail and Kayla Cum Slut' on Yahoo and your password on both is, `wetpantyboy'. That should get you a few new friends. But be careful. I put down your age as nineteen. You're probably going to have men as old as your dad or older trying to get you to dress up as a sissy and suck their dicks. You can if you want to, but some of them might get really mad if they found out how old you are."
"You mean like guys at the park?" Earlier we'd briefly discussed a local park that was rumored to be a hangout for men seeking sex with other men. I'd never given it much thought at all, but since this morning, it had been in the back of my mind.
"Exactly. That place isn't far from here is it?"
"No, not really. When I was still riding my bike a lot, I used to go by there all the time."
"Oh. So if I see you get your bike out, I'll know that's where you went?"
I laughed because I knew she was teasing me and played along. "Do you think I should get a girl's bike so I can wear a dress?"
She suddenly got a more serious look on her face. "You know, when I first met you, I had an idea you might have a sissy side to you. Don't get me wrong. You don't act like a sissy at all. But you're really sweet and polite and sometimes you react to things more like a girl than a boy. I'd been totally against my mom getting serious about your dad because I knew he had a boy and the last thing I wanted was a brother to contend with. But after I met you . . . now don't be mad . . . well I began to think that maybe you might make a good sister if you had the chance."
I started to interrupt her, but she told me to be still and let her finish, that she wanted to be totally honest with me so that I'd be totally honest with her. Then after telling me that she'd meant everything she'd said about her mom miscarrying and wanting a sister, she went on.
"I kind of lied a little about the books. I didn't keep a few, I kept all of them; the whole box. But after pulling the box of them out of the trash, I went through them and just the two I liked the most were the ones I hid in my room. The rest I hid out in my grandma's garage to throw away later. Then when I began thinking of you being my sister, I got out the rest of the books and read all the stories about guys that dress as women or live as women or whatever. The idea really excited me and I was sure you'd like it if you tried it. All I had to do was find a way to make you try it.
"Then when you and Chris were in here joking about getting in a girl's panties and he teased you about wanting to wear mine - you didn't know I was home and listening - when he said you wanted to wear my panties, you denied it, but it sounded to me like there wasn't a whole lot of sincerity in your voice. I figured that maybe you already had or that you'd thought about it but hadn't had a chance. That's when I began thinking of using my panties as a way to get you started and the circumstances this morning were perfect.
"My mom took your dad to the airport early before she had to go in and I knew the maid wasn't going to be in today. Mom isn't going to tell him about that until after he gets back and we already have a new maid working here. Anyway, it was a good time for me to enjoy wetting the bed and getting off and when I'd finished I threw my panties in the sink and took a shower. I'd just gotten out and had peeked in your room to see if you were still asleep when one of the neighbors started honking a horn for some reason and I knew that would wake you. I spread the panties out where you couldn't miss them and then hid in the shower and waited and not only did you pick them up to play with them, you jacked off on them and then put them on. That was more than I'd hoped for. Getting you to wear the rest of that stuff was a snap after that and getting Chris involved was even easier. I think the two of you would have been doing exactly the same thing you did this morning before the summer was over. But because I helped you, now you have all the rest of the summer to do it. You should thank me."
As I listened to her tell me how easy it had been for her to lead me into becoming a sissified cock sucker, I wasn't mad. I had to admit she was right about all of it. So I thanked her, then thought that maybe I should thank my mom too. As far back as I could remember I'd strived to make her proud of me. She seemed happiest when I was perfectly behaved and well mannered. I always felt like whatever I did wasn't enough for her (oh boy would my dad agree with that too), but I kept trying and I suppose that might seem to some like I acted more like a girl than a boy. As to Chris, I might have gotten started with Chris without wearing panties - in fact I'm sure I would have. It was only a matter of time before we would have had another incident like the one in his bedroom when I'd held his hard cock and then something like this morning would have happened. She was also right about the panties. I was fascinated by the sexy lingerie Roni wore and eventually I'd have tried it and liked it and decided to show it off to Chris.
If not Roni's, then at some point later in my life, maybe years later when I was married or something, there'd be some woman's lingerie left laying around and I'd get into it and not just figuratively. Sooner or later, I would have had the urge to put it on. I doubt I would have thought to call myself `Kayla' or any other girl's name and that idea was completely Roni's. At the moment, I had no idea yet how big a part Kayla would be in my life or for how long. I had a hunch that lot's of guys my age tried silly things like wearing their sisters clothes or maybe their mom's things. So maybe this was the perfect time for me to try silly things too. Maybe I could try it now with Roni's help, and then when it started to get old or boring, I could let it go and outgrow it like so many other things in my recent past. Just like my bike. A year ago I was still riding it everywhere - much further than my dad wanted me to. Now it sat in the garage and I didn't know if there was even air in the tires.
Yeah, I had a lot to thank Roni for and she was sitting there a little apprehensive over how I was going to react to her confession that she'd trapped me to turn me into her sissy sister. The whispered, "Thank you," I'd given her had been too much like a commanded response to have the meaning I felt. So I did what I thought a real sister would do. I went to her, gave her a huge hug, and kissed her cheek. "Thank you sis," I whispered, but more forcefully. "I owe you a lot." When I pulled back, her eyes were moist.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." Then she turned away in hopes of keeping me from noticing. She looked back at the computer screen, then asked me, "Ever hear of eGroups?"
"No. What's that?"
"Something new. Jennifer found some that were pretty interesting and I'd just started going through them at my grandma's house before we moved. They're people that like the same things talking to each other and sharing pictures on the internet."
We moved my desk chair to one side and used her makeup bench so we could sit together in front of the computer. I let her show me my new "Kayla" email accounts that I could use to join groups like she was talking about and then we began looking at all the different categories in the groups. It was amazing. She showed me several for cross-dressing, asking each time if I wanted to join but I told her not yet. I wanted to wait until her friend Jim assured me that if I joined one of those groups, my dad wouldn't get a message from them.
Then, trying to be funny, I asked if she'd joined one for bed-wetters and she gave me a blank look. "I never thought of that," she told me, and then began searching for it. What she found at first were mostly about dealing with kids that wet the bed. But then she found one that was for adults only and was for grownups that wet the bed on purpose. When Roni had told me she did that, I would have bet my allowance for the rest of the summer that Roni was the only person over the age of twelve that did that and soon discovered that I would have lost several times over. There seemed to be hundreds of people - mostly men - that enjoyed wetting their beds. Many it seemed also liked to wear and wet diapers and that was another eye opener. When we looked into that, there were even more of them than there were bed-wetters. Roni and I discussed that for a bit, and concluded that while neither of us had tried wearing and wetting a diaper since we were small kids, it might be fun to try some day. If there were that many people doing it, there must be something exciting about it.
Roni seemed really fascinated by the diaper groups so while she read more about them, I thought about Chris. I wondered how he'd react to seeing me in diapers. For that matter, he'd never really had a chance to tell me how he thought I looked in Roni's nightgown and underwear. He'd seemed pleased but how much of that was for Roni's benefit, I'd have to find out later. I wondered if he'd want me to dress up again and if so, would Roni loan me the things I was wearing if she wasn't home. I saw Roni open a picture of two guys wearing diapers and little girl nighties that seemed to be about the same age as Chris and I and she turned to see if I was watching. I smiled and nodded and tried to picture Chris in a diaper - or girl's clothes. I knew when Chris and I got a chance to look into this sort of thing that we too would be trying a lot of different things together that summer and then Roni again seemed to read my mind.
"Do you really think today with you was the first time Chris has fooled around with another boy?"
I'd never asked him point blank about what he had and hadn't done. What I did know was that he hadn't been shy about jacking off in front of me and had made the first move, asking me to feel his hard cock. When Roni had suggested he blow me, he'd said he didn't know how, but he'd sure done an excellent job of it; not making any of the beginner mistakes I'd made. I suspected Roni might be right and that Chris had some experiences he hadn't told me about. "I don't know - but he might have," I told her.
I was about to say more when she followed a link from a diaper group to a `water sports' group and she opened a picture that stunned me. There was a woman squatting down peeing into the open mouth of a man and another man was peeing on the woman at the same time. I'm not sure if I said "wow" or if it was just the air escaping from my lungs. Whatever, it got Roni's attention.
"Like that huh? Maybe we'll have to try it some time."
Talk about too stunned to speak. Somehow the thought of doing something like that with Roni made everything that had happened that day seem like child's play. I couldn't believe that she'd really want to do that. But as I thought about it, I realized that the part that seemed too incredible to believe was that she'd want to do it with me. I tried to think of something to say, wanting to agree but not wanting to seem too anxious. I think I muttered, "Okay," but to tell the truth I'm not sure any words came out at all.
Then she did it again. Just as I was about to somehow mention the hot-tub, looking for the least obvious way to bring it up again, she jumped up from the computer and told me, "Let's put this back in my room," indicating the bench we'd been sitting on, "And then we'll see if we can make that hot-tub of yours work."
I think that's the moment when I decided that I'd quit trying to make things happen where Roni was involved. If I was patient and gave her time to read my mind, she'd lead the way without me saying a word.
"It's locked," she said over her shoulder after trying to lift the lid. Then she turned to face me. "Why would anyone lock a hot-tub?"
How was I supposed to know? We weren't the only ones in Southern California with a hot-tub but I didn't recall seeing any others at my friend's houses that had a cover. I'd always assumed it was because my dad had bought the most expensive model in an effort to please my mom and had never given it much thought. But since Roni asked, and I thought back to when we'd bought the house, I'm sure it was because of me.
We'd moved in just before I started school, in the late 80's, about ten years ago. My dad's advertising company had grown to where they'd started going after and getting national accounts. What I remember of significance was that my mom was deathly afraid of me falling in the pool and for years I'd had to wear a life jacket to play in the back yard. It wasn't until after I could prove to them that I could swim better than they could that they let me go without the life jacket. But it had been during that life jacket period that my dad had the outdoor alcove built and the hot-tub installed and now that I thought about it, the locking cover had to have been to keep me from getting in it when no one was watching.
Roni's question raised a few of my own. For one, where would my dad have put the key? And two, how did you operate the damn thing? The one at my friend Allen's house had a switch on the side and he'd shown me how if you flipped it up, lights came on and the water frothed and all kinds of things seemed to happen. I knew ours did that too, but had no idea where the switch was at. "Look for the switch or controls or whatever," I told Roni. "I'll try to find the key."
I was afraid if I didn't keep her busy at the hot-tub she might loose interest and decide to do something else. I knew there was a ring of keys in the kitchen that opened doors and cabinets and things in the garage and another that had keys to the lawn mowers and tool shed outside. I grabbed both of those as well as a key that wasn't attached to anything and tried them all. No luck and I could tell Roni was getting impatient. She was asking me questions that I had no answer for. When I explained that those were the only keys I knew about, she suggested that my dad was more likely to keep something like that in his room.
That did make sense. My parent's room was separate from the other bedrooms and had its own entry to the back. You could get from their room to the pool and deck and hot-tub without going through the house. So yes, that definitely made more sense but . . . I'd never been through my parent's room and had no idea where to begin. Again with the intention of keeping Roni busy so she wouldn't find something else to do, I asked her to help me look.
I wondered about the difference in our attitudes. Roni seemed to have no problem digging into the drawers and cabinets while I felt like I was trespassing and shouldn't touch anything. In my family, our rooms had been our sanctuaries, not to be entered by others without knocking and asking permission. So it had never occurred to me to look for things in my dad's room and certainly not since he and Jean had married. When Roni opened a drawer in the entertainment center and said, "We ought to look at these," I had no idea that it was a drawer full of VHS tapes and DVD's and they were all porno.
She was looking at the titles and I was happy to see they were just dumped in the bottom drawer and not in some neat order that would make it obvious they'd been gone through. I knew Carlotta was no longer with us, my dad was out of town for the week, and Jean was at work until late afternoon, but still I was nervous. "Pick out a couple and we can watch them in my room," I suggested.
"We can do that later. Let's find the key."
Since Roni had immediately started opening drawers, I'd done the same thing and it wasn't until I'd opened all the drawers in my dad's dresser that I thought to look in the tray on top where he emptied his pockets at night. There was some loose change, a couple of business cards, and a key with a tab that said, "Hot tub".
I had one side of the cover open and about to lift the other when Roni pulled the t-shirt up over her head and I dropped the key in the water. I was still wearing the nightie and of course it had not pockets, so I had the key in my hand, trying to lift the cover when her beautiful breasts popped into view. I sort of lost my grip in more ways than one and heard the key hit the water before I realized I'd dropped it. I got the covers completely open and dug the key out while Roni looked for the switch, finding all the controls behind a neat little cover around the side. She pushed, pressed, or flicked whatever it took and the water churned to life.
"We don't really need the heat do we?"
"No, you're plenty hot enough," I told her. I'm sure it was a comment that I'd meant to think more than say, but it had come out any way.
She took it as a compliment and acted coy. "Don't look," she told me as she began to push down her panties.
"Wouldn't think of it," I told her, then leaned forward, wide-eyed, in an exaggerated stare.
She laughed, and then smiled at me the whole time she was stepping out of her panties. Then she threw them at me.
I held them to my nose, took a deep breath and let it out slowly, saying, "Ahh." Then I asked her, "You giving me these too?"
"I'm not giving you any of that," she answered. "Except maybe the bra. You can have that one and any of the bras that don't fit me any more, but we'll have to buy you your own panties and night gowns and stuff." Then as she stepped into the water, she added, "And makeup. I don't want you getting into my makeup either."
"Where would I keep it?" My concern was that she'd hardly left me room for the few things I had. But she didn't realize there was a bit of sarcasm in my question.
"In with my things of course. Unless you want your dad or my mom to know about Kayla. I think my mom would be cool with it. What do you think your dad would say?"
I had no idea and no intention of finding out and told her so.
"So get in," she told me, flicking water at me.
I was hard again and she knew it. But by that time, she'd seen me that way for hours, had watched me jack off, suck my first cock, and watched Chris suck mine. By that time, being naked in front of her with a woodie was nothing to be embarrassed about. So I shucked off the nightie, took off the bra and the wads of tissue that we'd used to pad it, and stepped out of the pink panties she'd given me to wear, all the while wondering if she meant it about taking me shopping to buy lingerie of my own. She was sitting in the water with her cute tits right at water level so I moved to sit across from her so I could admire the view.
"No," she said when she realized what I was going to do. "Sit here next to me. We still have a lot to talk about."
The tub was sort of a rounded square and designed for so that four people could sit in the corners. For two people, to sit side-by-side in one corner, was crowded, but cozy, and feeling her smooth feminine body against mine as I slid into position beside her was awesome. I wondered what she wanted to talk about but before I could ask, I felt her fingers curl around my stiff prick and that pretty much answered my question.
"You know what day this is?" she said smiling.
Thinking that was a serious question, I began trying to figure it out. I knew it was Monday. I knew it was late June and at least a week or more to Fourth of July. But I didn't know the date. "Not really," I finally answered.
"Silly sissy-boy," she cooed. "This is your lucky day."
To be continued. Comments appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com