I'm 21 years old and I attend college but I still live at home for financial reasons. I've always been fem and young-looking for my age. I like to cross dress, but I don't usually dress fem in public. I've just found that it can be difficult for some straight folks to take a young male who likes to be a sissy slut. So you can imagine my surprise when I was riding my bike past a neighbor's house and an attractive older man on the porch waved me over with a smile. He looked to be in his forties. I don't know why I responded. Maybe it was his smile or the fact that I've always lusted after older men, but I rode my bike up his walkway to his porch.
"Hello, son," he said. "I've seen you around the neighborhood. How old are you?"
"Twenty-one," I said softly.
"You always ride a girl's bike?" He smiled at me.
I hadn't realized it at the time, but I'd jumped on my sister's bike. It was almost exactly like my own, except for the fact that... "Yes, sir. I ride a girl's bike," I said outright. Why was I lying?
"And those little shoes and tight jeans. You dress like a girl, don't you?"
"I felt the blood rush to my face as I said, "Yes, sir."
"Are you a sissy?" he asked, still smiling.
I blushed. "Yes, sir. I guess I am," I said for the first time ever. My little cock throbbed in the panties I was wearing under my jeans.
"Good," said the man. "Then say it out loud for me. Tell me what you are."
Oh god. "I'm a sweet sissy."
"Say it louder, son. I want to hear it."
I cleared my throat. "I'm a sweet sissy!" I said proudly.
"Good girl. I love sissies. They make good fucktoys."
I nearly fell down when I heard him say that word. Fucktoy. I so wanted to be a real man's fucktoy. I dreamed of such things. I nearly came in my panties just hearing him say that.
"You like being a sissy, don't you sweetie?" he asked.
I nodded. "Yes sir. I do."
"My name's Ted, but you can call me Daddy."
I nodded. "Yes sir, Daddy." It made my little cock so hard to say it out loud and I knew that Ted noticed.
"Turn around and let me look at you," he said as he stepped down off his porch. I could see his muscled arms flexing in his tight tee shirt. He was a hairy man with a bit of a belly, but very sexy. I felt dizzy just thinking about what might happen next. Would my slut fantasies finally come true?
"Did you hear me? Turn. Around. Show me your sissy body."
"Oh, yes sir. Sorry." I ditched my bike and stood in Ted's front yard, turning in place so he could decide if I was fuckable or not. I was so fucking horny.
"Mmmmm. Nice little ass, honey."
I love "honey" better than "son".
"You'd better come inside." And with that, Ted turned and marched inside his house. I stood there, torn about what to do next. I was of age. I could have sex with anyone legally, but should I let this man fuck me? He obviously wanted me and that turned me on, but...
"Get your ass in the house, sweetie, or get the fuck off my property," shouted Ted.
"Yes, Daddy!" I cried as I grabbed my hard cock through my jeans and ran inside.
It was cool and dark inside the house. Ted motioned me over as he sat on the couch with a beer in his hand. "Undress for me," he said as if he was ordering lunch.