The Tranformation of Paul
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Number 26 South Downs Road turned out to be a large Victorian house in a tree-lined row of similar properties near the seafront. Surrounded by mature trees and bushes that screened prying eyes from both sides and the back, the front of the house was mostly hidden behind a brick wall. Only a pair of wrought iron gates afforded a limited view of the gardens and the ground floor.
I glanced at my watch. 5 minutes to go. It was still warm and the late Friday evening sun cast a golden glow on the stonework that surrounded an immaculately painted dark blue front door. As I stood gazing at the house, I was filled with an equal mixture of excitement and apprehension. My head was telling me to back out before it was too late but in my trousers, my cock had that heavy pull of desire, the same desire that had got me here in the first place. Images from the last few months replayed themselves in my mind........
It had been my last summer term at the school. Exams had come and gone early in the semester and it had only remained to see out the last few long, boring weeks before the summer holidays and then, results permitting, an onward trip to university. The summer was hot and being free of the exams, the seniors were given almost total freedom to come and go from their boarding houses. Most days I had spent wandering the promenade, eying up the girls in their bikinis. Inevitably at 18, I was permanently horny and my "cruising" nearly always had to be interrupted by so that I could relieve myself by masturbating in one of the many public toilets on the seafront.
Although often dark and smelly, the cubicles always carried a good supply of graffiti. Crude pornographic drawings of men fucking women and men fucking and sucking other men adorned nearly every square inch of wall and door space, interspersed with gay sex stories and messages like " Cock Fun here every Wednesday" or "Gay man, 30's, wants fucking". It was a wanker's paradise and I had long since lost count of the number of times I had cum whilst reading it all. Although I liked girls, I was, even then, hugely turned on by the gay stories and drawings. Some of the messages read things like "Mandy TV wants a big cock to play with" and these were nearly always accompanied by a drawing of a man dressed in female underwear, stockings and high heels, bent over and being fucked by a huge cock. For some reason, these turned me on the best and I had frequently fantasised about how it would feel to be dressed up like that and then be sucked and fucked.
Being young, slightly built and reasonably good looking, I had often been approached by gay guys looking for some "fun". In the early days, I had allowed them to wank me off in the stalls but in truth, I had been scared to do anything more. Looking back, I must have been very confused about my sexuality and obviously had no concept of being gay or bisexual. All I knew was that the more I visited these toilets, the more I
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looked forward to going again and the more I thought about gay sex. Inevitably, these wanking sessions gave way to my first blowjob.
This particular day, I had done my tour of the seafront and was heading for my favourite cottage. Standing just outside the entrance was a tall, well-groomed man in his fifties with grey hair and blue eyes. As I passed he smiled at me and there was something about him that made me stop and look back over my shoulder at him. Unlike many of the men I had had contact with, his smile seemed genuine rather than lecherous, almost avuncular in its warmth. His clothes suggested money and he stood with an air of confidence. He watched me staring at him and winked at me.
Moments later he followed me to the stalls and as I slowly wanked my already rigid cock he stood next to me, pretending to take a piss. He looked at my face for a second and then down at my crotch.
"Nice" he said.
I nodded my thanks and turned so he could see more of me.
"My name's Gerald" he said and reached a cool, slim hand down to my cock.
I said nothing. His hand moved with a slow sensuality, teasing the hard flesh in a gentle rhythm. Occasionally he let his thumb wander over the end, smearing my precum over the helmet.
He stopped wanking me and said, "follow me".
He led me to one of the cubicles and once inside, he sat on the cracked seat and motioned me forward. Before I realised what was happening, my cock was enveloped in his warm, moist mouth. It felt incredible as he slowly tongued the end, licking gently at the single eye and then enveloping my shaft completely between his lips. As he sucked, his hands found by zip and with deft movements, he undid my trousers before pulling them and my underpants down to my knees.
As he continued to suck me, both his hands reached behind me to my buttocks where he stroked and gently kneaded the flesh. After a few moments, one hand started to investigate the cleft between my cheeks and with unerring accuracy, I felt his fingers find my rear hole. His touch was light but insistent and I felt myself respond by opening my legs further to assist him. Without trying to penetrate me, just pressed against my asshole, feeling my sphincter contract and relax as my cock throbbed in his mouth. Meanwhile, his other hand had stolen underneath my shirt and had located one of my nipples. He stroked and squeezed it in the same rhythm as he was sucking me. It was fantastic and I could feel myself rapidly approaching a massive climax.
"I'm gonna cum", I gasped.
I expected him to pull back like most men did but instead, the hand on my ass pulled me firmly forwards, burying my cock deep in his mouth. At the same time, he pinched my nipple hard. It felt like jolt of electricity and a spike of pure pleasure lanced its way through me direct to the very tip of my cock.
It was enough to tip me right over the edge and with an animal grunt, I unloaded spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum into his waiting mouth. Gerald continued to suck me, drawing fresh gushes of jism into his throat and then, as the spasms subsided, he let
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his lips and his tongue wander softly over my weakening cock until at last, he had drained every drop from me.
Afterwards, on wobbly legs, I followed him outside and instead of scurrying away, as I did normally, I followed him to a bench overlooking the sea and sat down.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asked.
I exhaled deeply, blowing my cheeks out with an exaggerated sigh. "You've got to be joking" I replied, grinning.
"What's your name?"
"Paul"
"Perhaps we can meet again, Paul" said Gerald and meet again we did, several times in fact over the next few weeks. It was usually the same; him waiting for me and then a long slow sucking until I blew my load between his eager lips. He never wanted me to touch him and when I had reached for his cock, he had gently restrained my hand. I hadn't cared really, for me it was just a series of gloriously free blowjobs.
It was on one of these occasions that he had noticed me looking at a particularly graphic picture on one of the cubicle walls. It showed a disembodied pair of legs, wide apart and dressed in stockings and suspenders. Whoever the legs belonged to had a huge erection that was gushing out great blobs of cum whilst an equally huge cock was imbedded balls deep in his ass. Later, when we were sitting in his car, Gerald asked me if I liked female underwear, "undies", he called them.
I had nodded. "Yes, for some reason they really turn me on" I'd replied.
"Have you ever worn any?" he asked.
"No, but I'd love to," I'd said.
"I love them too" Gerald said, "I'd love to really seduce you whilst you were dressed up" he added.
My cock rehardened immediately at the thought. "Sounds great".
"I don't mean just give you a blow job" Gerald had said, " I mean really seduce you. Make you want me to fuck you, teach you how to suck and fuck another man. Treat you like my little virgin bride. I know you'd like that, all those pretty undies. It would make you so horny. Trust me, I know. I promise, I wouldn't hurt you and I wouldn't force you to do anything you didn't want to but I can also promise you this, you will have the most exciting, most pleasurable time you have had, ever.
" I'm not sure," I'd said.
Gerald leant across the seat towards me. "Do you trust me?" he asked.
I nodded and then he bent forwards and kissed me. To my surprise, his mouth was soft and instinctively I returned the kiss, letting his tongue into my mouth where it caressed my own tongue and licked sensuously over my lips. It was the first time that I had kissed another man and although I had snogged a number of girls, this time it was me that felt like the girl, overwhelmed by my gentle but firm masculine lover. I melted into that kiss, letting Gerald dictate the pace. His hands stroked my legs, my nipples and the straining erection beneath my trousers. With each caress of his smooth, probing tongue, my excitement mounted and I knew then that I wanted him to take me, to make me his, to seduce me into being his "little girl". I wanted to be the owner of the stocking-clad legs on the cubicle wall and I wanted Gerald to be the one to take my virginity, to push a fat cock into my ass, to make me cum and cum.
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Finally he broke the kiss.
"Spend a couple of weeks with me in your holidays" he said "or at least a weekend".
...........so, here I was, still nervous about what might happen to me but trusting the man who I knew was going to change my life completely.
I pushed open the gate and walked to the door.
Gerald opened the door before I had the chance to press the bell.
" I was watching you" he said, "come in".
I walked into a long airy hallway with thick carpet and patterned wallpaper. An antique hallstand and telephone table stood against one wall and I could see a broad staircase leading off to the right. At the end of the hall, a set of double doors led through to a sitting room.
Gerald closed the door behind me and took my hands in his.
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