Ladies, take it from a girl who knows. When you have a male that's different, don't abuse it. Don't berate him. Do not poke fun and ridicule the little homo. Although doing those things come natural to us women and he certainly earned that treatment by being born a sissy, it is to your benefit to nurture and mold him into the perfect little cock sucker he can be.
How I trained johnnie began in part 1. I have continued my successful experience in part 2 below. Take it, use it to your advantage. If for no other reason, let him suck the cocks you'd rather not.
"Jesus Christ, johnnie, just put the damned garter belt on and quit whining."
I was determined to make my little guy the prettiest faggot Raf had ever seen.
"See baby, that wasn't so hard, was it? Just like back when we were kids playing dress-up. Remember, always put your panties on over the garter belt. That way, when you sit to pee pee, all you have to do is pull your pretty panties down."
"Okay, Cindy, thank you, but we never played dress-up when other people were around. We never wore these things either."
"No, that's right, we didn't, johnnie. You and I wore your mother's dresses though. We would have a pretend Easter Parade wearing your mother's dresses and heels. Remember the floral hats? We'd giggle as we marched around the house. Your mom would say things like, "aren't you two ladies beautiful."
"But this isn't a dress and I never had stockings on before either."
"And you never dressed for a real man either. There's a first time for everything. I want this night to be special for you. I want our man to see just how different you are..... I mean if that's okay with you. If not, you can always leave."
"No. It's okay I guess."
"Good. Now hurry the fuck up. I can't wait for you to show Raf what you have going on with that sexy body of yours, baby."
Taking mother's advice, I stopped sharing Uncle Devon with her and took johnnie out with me to night clubs and bars in an effort to find our own Black man.
The joint was jumpin as they say when we entered the Oreo Club. Mother suggested we try it as it's a place where white women go to hook up with well-endowed Black gentlemen.
She was right, as usual. johnnie and I sat at the bar alongside the dance floor. There were many mixed-race couples dancing and some were sitting at tables with what I presumed to be white husbands, or as mother called them, cuckolds.
My pussy automatically started getting wet seeing those lovely ladies with big strong, handsome Black men. I was particularly drawn to the tables where an obviously married white couple entertained the wife's lover. The whole thing was almost over-powering erotic.
It was important that johnnie understand that all this was normal. Weak, little dicked white males escorting beautiful women as they entertained well hung gentlemen and were happy to be included.
I pointed out to johnnie the males I thought he best resembled. I felt him tremble beside me. "You just know they're going to beg to suck a big black cock. Look at them, baby. They're just like you. Like you, johnnie, they're different.
"Good evening, ladies. My name is Raphael. My friends call me Raf. Can I get you two girls a drink?"
I said yes immediately taken by his big, beautiful body, his confidence, and his manners. johnnie said nothing staring at the floor.
I elbowed the faggot, "Answer him. Don't be rude."
"Yes, please sir. Thank you."
"One pink lady for the timid bitch and what are you having Miss?"
I ordered a vodka tonic and when the drinks came, Raf ushered us to a booth. johnnie sat on one side, Raf and I on the other across from him. He let me in first which left no escape had I any inclination to do so.
I did not.
We made small talk and I explained how johnnie and I had been friends since childhood. He laughed when I told him about our dress-up games. "I bet the little guy looks good in lady's clothes, Raf said reaching out to hold johnnie's hand to reassure the little guy that it was okay with him.
johnnie relaxed and watched Raf seduce me on the dance floor. Back in our booth, he ordered another round and sent johnnie to, as he said, "fetch em up, boy."
By the time johnnie returned, Raf and I were kissing and he was feeling me up. It was so exciting to be desired by a man, a real man. Raf was bold. Without so much as a by your leave, he had my blouse open and my boobs in his dark chocolate hands. I tried to resist but he pointed out the other couples and threesomes who were doing like wise and more.
