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The Story of How I Became a 'Pottachi' (Sissy Famboy) (my own life real story)
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My 5th and 6th Experiences
5TH EXPERIENCE – During my final year of college, I didn't feel like a 'pottachi' (sissy) or have any urge to suck anyone off; I was in a relationship, so those feelings never surfaced.
After finishing college, I got selected through campus placement and moved to Chennai for work. I stayed in the company quarters. I shared a bunk bed with a senior colleague I already knew—he took the bottom bunk, and I took the top. Around the time I started working in Chennai, I went through a breakup. To cope with the pain, I used my 'pottachi' online persona to chat; I’d go to the bathroom, masturbate, and ejaculate. He worked the afternoon shift, while I worked the night shift.
He was the one who would wake me up. Most of the time, only three or four of us were in the room—excluding those who had gone to their shifts—and we would usually be asleep.
One day, I fell asleep. The senior came to wake me up and saw that my shorts were completely stained with semen. I had fallen asleep right after masturbating without cleaning up or logging out of my online account. He picked up my mobile phone and went through everything—he read all the conversations where I had been talking openly about my 'pottachi' fantasies and activities. He had my mobile; I had gotten up earlier but thought I had logged out. I had to leave my phone behind for the shift, so I went to work; meanwhile, he went through my entire phone—reading every post and chat I had made.
I returned to the room at 5 AM after my shift. My phone was out of charge, so I plugged it in and lay down, intending to log in. I realized I hadn't logged out—"Oh no, I left it logged in"—but it didn't even cross my mind that he might have seen everything.
From that morning onwards, the way that guy spoke to me changed; he started using harsher language—calling me a "son of a whore," using profanities like "gomma gotha" and "kandaroli," and frequently grabbing my cock and telling me to suck it. I didn't suspect a thing.
I thought he was just casually swearing; deep down, I actually enjoyed it. On the third day, he told me to take leave for the night shift. When I asked why, he just insisted I take the leave. I thought, "Okay, sometimes we take leave like this to go out somewhere," so I applied for the leave.
We ate dinner that night and lay down; it was past midnight, and we hadn't gone anywhere. I asked, "Why did you tell me to take leave?" He said, "It's Ajay's birthday; we're going to the terrace to cut a cake." We went up to the terrace, but there was no one there. I asked, "Why is there no one here? You said it was a birthday."
He said he had just made it up. I said, "Oh come on, why did you make me take leave like this? I'm leaving," and turned to go. He asked, "Why? Are you going somewhere to suck someone off?" I was shocked and asked, "What nonsense are you talking about?" He replied, "Well, you were talking on FB about sucking off so many guys, Samantha." I felt a mix of fear and arousal. He asked, "How do you know?" I replied, "I saw on your phone that you were talking about getting your cock sucked." He asked, "Do you like cocks that much?" Hesitantly, I admitted, "Yeah, sort of." He said, "Alright, come behind the water tank; give me a blowjob too."
I didn't say a word; I just followed him silently. We went behind the tank; he unzipped his pants and took out his cock. I reached out to hold it, but he said, "Don't use your hands—put your mouth straight on it." I knelt down, took his cock into my mouth, and started sucking. Within five minutes, my mouth was full of cum.
I spat out the cum, but I was still aroused—I hadn't climaxed myself. After spitting it out, I put my mouth on his cock again, but he held my head and pushed me away, saying, "That's enough; if I let you, you'd just keep sucking forever, you slut," and made me stand up.
I stood up and said, "Please don't tell anyone; I'll suck you off often." He replied, "Alright, don't be scared; from now on, you're my woman, Samantha," and squeezed my buttocks; I squirmed...
He said, "Alright, don't be scared; from now on, you're my woman, Samantha," and squeezed my buttocks; I squirmed. After that, for two months, I was his woman.
Whenever he called me—whether on the terrace, in the bathroom, or on the balcony—I would suck him off. I have to admit, he treated me just like a wife...
It wasn't just when he called me; whenever I was in the mood, I would go and touch his cock, seduce him, and suck him off. We were literally like a married couple. I kept thinking about how hard it used to be to find a cock, but now here was a guy acting like a husband, letting me suck him off whenever I wanted; the thought crossed my mind that I could just stay with him and live as his woman.
He had a bisexual buddy back in his hometown; they had exchanged details about each other with me, though we hadn't spoken directly. Suddenly, he mentioned that his friend was going to join us here, and within two days, the guy actually arrived and started working.
The six of us moved into a single room—three of us and three other guys. Those three guys worked the morning shift, he worked the afternoon shift, and the new guy and I worked the night shift. Once the morning-shift guys left, we would lock the room, and I...
My senior would ask me to suck him off, and I would do it.
I never thought of it as wrong to do it right in front of the 'new guy'—and he didn't seem to mind either; I’d perform oral sex on my senior right in front of him. He was a 'top' too. Later, my senior would leave for the afternoon shift, and the morning-shift guys would arrive. The new guy and I would chat occasionally—mostly about work.
Things went on like this until my senior took three days of leave for a wedding function at home and went out of town. I thought, "It's just three days, that's fine." The third day passed, but he didn't return; when I called, he said it would take another week. During those three days, the new guy and I had become quite close.
We were casual friends, and he asked me, "How did you end up with him? He really knows how to get you to suck him off well." I told him the truth. He complimented me, saying, "I've watched you suck him off; you really enjoy it—are you a Samantha fan?" I said yes, and he remarked, "That explains it; Samantha fans are always so wild like that."
He asked, "Who do you know?" and replied, "I only know *you*." I was blushing...
We kept talking and grew closer, but I never performed oral sex on him because I felt I had to remain faithful to my senior...
A week later, my senior returned, and we continued as before. Two months passed this way, and Diwali arrived. The three other guys in our room went back to their hometowns for a four-day break.
It was just the three of us left. On the first night of the break, they drank alcohol; I don't drink. Only two of them were drinking; the three of us were talking about sex. That’s when the senior guy said we should hook up with some hot girl.
I felt a bit possessive and stayed silent. The other guy said, "Samantha gives great blowjobs, man; that’s all I’d need—if I could get someone like her, I’d be set."
I felt a bit shy. My senior immediately said, "Let her suck you off too, buddy; she’s like our wife."
The guy looked at me, asking if I was okay with it. I looked at my senior, and he said, "Go ahead and suck him off if you're okay with it." Without a second thought, I went and sat next to the guy, and he reached for his pant zipper.
I held his hand to stop him for a moment, then—while looking at my senior—I unzipped his pants, reached inside, and grabbed his cock. He remarked, "Your hand feels just like a girl's..."
Still looking at my senior, I pulled his cock out and let it spring free—it had a nice pink head. The head was glistening, coated in his pre-cum...
It was glistening with pre-cum. I slowly stroked it while glancing back and forth between him and my senior. I bent down to give him a blowjob, but he stopped me.
He said, "It won't be as good if you just suck it normally. Since it's Samantha you're acting as, do it while looking at pictures and videos of her." We all agreed; all three of our phones had Samantha-related content on them. With Samantha's normal video songs playing on one mobile, hot photos on another, and hot videos on a third, I grabbed his cock and started sucking it vigorously.
As I was sucking and he began to writhe with pleasure, the other senior guy undressed me; both of them remained fully clothed while I was stark naked.
I had never done anything like this undressed before—it was my first time. I felt a bit shy when my clothes were removed, but I decided to just go with it and kept sucking. Meanwhile, the senior guy was caressing my buttocks and slowly fingering my hole with a single finger; I felt completely feminine.
It felt great, and I continued sucking enthusiastically for about 15 to 20 minutes. He eventually ejaculated into my mouth, but I was so aroused that I didn't pull away; I kept sucking even with the semen in my mouth. Then, the senior guy tried to insert two fingers into my anus. The pain was intense, and my arousal vanished instantly; I jumped up, on the verge of tears. The other guy stepped in to support me and told him to stop. Afterward, I got dressed, used some mouthwash, and we went to sleep.
For a full month, I became like a sex partner to both of them, though we never had a threesome together. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to handle it, so I never asked for it, nor did I agree to it when the idea came up. For a full month, I used to perform oral sex on one of them every two days. I had also expressed a desire to experience a "golden shower" and a "cum shower"—asking both of them to urinate and ejaculate on me—and we had even planned to book a room to make it happen; I was really looking forward to it.
One day, they mentioned that guys from their hometown were organizing a trip to Mysore and invited me along; the plans were all finalized.
However, the day before the trip, I fell seriously ill and had to back out. They took a week's leave and went to their hometown. The night after they arrived there, they set off for the trip, but an accident occurred near Krishnagiri; both of them, along with four others, died on the spot.
I was devastated. They knew all my secrets and were very close to me; I was heartbroken that things ended this way.
Since then, I haven't found partners like them, and I miss them both terribly—I loved them so much.
Me was just like a wife for him...
The 5th and 6th experiences are over...
The Story of How I Became a 'Pottachi' (Sissy Famboy) (my own life real story) Part - 3
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My 3rd and 4th Experiences
After my second experience ended and my initial urges subsided, 12th grade began. I started studying with a focused ambition to become a doctor.
About four to six months passed that way. The boys in my class used to play *Clash of Clans* (COC), so I got interested and asked my family for a mobile phone.
They gave me the phone with strict conditions—I could only use it for one hour, and only after returning from evening tuition.
I agreed and got the phone.
I played *Clash of Clans* for only two weeks before my mind turned toward lust. I installed Facebook and logged in using a fake ID; back when I was in 12th grade, my fake ID name was "Priya Harini."
I browsed my feed and read all the "Pottachi" (girl/female-themed) memes. It really turned me on. As usual, I started chatting with others, pretending to be a girl who would perform oral sex.
However, at that time, there was a huge trend of incest-themed content, with many pages dedicated to "mother-son" memes. People would DM me asking, "What does your mom look like? Send a picture." I absolutely hated that; I would block anyone who brought up incest.
So, I would just look at and read the "Pottachi" memes, get aroused, and masturbate. I didn't look for new content—I didn't search for "mother-insulting" memes, nor did I have the time for extensive searching.
I would just look at the memes and masturbate. We got three days off school for a local festival, so the whole family went to my grandmother's house in our hometown.
I have a younger brother—my biological brother—who is five years younger than me. I was in 12th grade then, so I was about 17 years old. He must have been around 12 years old back then.
We used to sleep in the same bed.
One night at my grandmother's house, everyone had fallen asleep—including my younger brother. It was past midnight; everyone was asleep, and my brother and I were lying side-by-side on the same bed in one of the rooms.
I was using Facebook at night, looking at memes featuring actresses, and I got really aroused. Nowadays, "actress memes" feature stars like Rashmika, Pooja Hegde, or Sai Pallavi, but back then, it was mostly Samantha; out of every ten memes, eight would feature her.
Looking at the combination of Samantha's photos and memes made me so horny that I masturbated and even drank my own semen. Even after that, my urge didn't subside, and my brother was right there next to me.
I stroked his penis through his trousers; he got aroused after a while, though he didn't get a full erection—he was only about 12, after all. His penis was thin and about three inches long. In my aroused state, I pulled down his trousers and gave it a few light strokes. It didn't get hard, so I tried licking it a little to see if it would rise, but he remained fast asleep.
I kept licking it; it tasted and smelled salty—like urine—but I enjoyed it. I licked just the head of his penis for about five minutes, constantly checking to see if he was waking up. I was afraid that if he woke up, he would tell Mom. Then, getting really aroused, he took my cock fully into his mouth and started sucking. He ejaculated but didn't even spit out the semen; he just kept sucking it all up—he must have sucked for a good 10 minutes without stopping.
Then I came; he immediately took my semen in his hand and licked it up. The mood faded, so he put his trousers back on and lay down.
He felt really ashamed—the realization hit him that he had been sucking his own younger brother's cock while half-asleep. Then he fell asleep.
When he woke up in the morning, he didn't remember a thing. My guilt vanished after a few hours, and things went back to normal.
That was the end of the third experience.
I still have a lingering doubt: did he really not know, or did he know but pretend not to while enjoying it?
But anyway, these things happen in life, right?
4th Experience
This is my favorite experience—one where I can't forget even the smallest detail to this day.
The third experience happened while I was in the middle of 12th grade.
After that, I focused on my studies. Once the 12th-grade public exams were over, I started using Facebook during the holidays. As usual, I’d look at memes, masturbate, and drink my own semen, but I didn't feel any urge to suck a cock.
That was because, at the time, I was chatting with a girl from my tuition class—a Muslim girl—on my real ID. We fell in love, so I didn't have any urges for gay sex.
Then I joined college. We broke up right after I started college. It had been about three months since the end of the first semester of my first year—a long gap; it had been nearly a year since I last sucked a cock. I felt a desire to give a blowjob again, so I searched on Facebook and received a message from a random profile. We started talking; he was from my town and attended a nearby college—three years older than me.
We talked a lot about our sexual experiences; he even spoke about having incestuous feelings for his aunt—we discussed things like that for about two or three days. We got quite close through our conversations, though we didn't exchange photos.
He asked if we could meet. When I asked why, he said he wanted a blowjob. I had actually been waiting for him to ask that. At the time, I was harboring incestuous feelings for my cousin (an older female cousin)...
I started reading her memes, so I developed a bit of a crush on her.
Her name was Devi Priya (a pseudonym). I had shared these feelings with a senior guy I knew; he used to talk crudely about Devi Priya, and I would play along in the chat.
He suggested we meet up, saying, "You give me a blowjob, and I'll talk dirty about your sister." I thought, "Why not? Let's give it a try."
My mindset was: "It's not like my real identity or my sister's identity will be revealed. I'm just doing this to get turned on and give a blowjob—just once—and then I'll block him."
He suggested meeting at night and asked for my number, so I gave it to him. I was at college when I shared the number; it was around 3 PM.
After college, I took the college bus home—I used to chat with all the seniors, so it was always fun. I got home as usual. We had planned to meet at 7 PM, so at 6:30 PM, I told my mom I was going to a friend's house and headed there.
Once there, my friends and I went to a shop to smoke cigarettes. It turned 7 PM, but I hadn't received any messages on Facebook, so I assumed he wasn't coming. Around 7:15 PM, I got a call from that senior guy, Mani.
I answered and said, "Tell me, Mani-anna." He said, "Hello, hello," and then apologized, saying, "Sorry, I called the wrong number by mistake." I said, "Okay," and hung up. I received a message on Facebook saying, "I'm calling; please answer." So, I waited. Then, I got a call from *that* senior's number again...
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He was a final-year senior from my department. That alone wouldn't have been an issue, but he also took the same college bus and got on at the same stop as me; only the two of us and one girl boarded at our stop, and we both got off at the same place.
I had known him well since I first joined college; we used to chat casually, calling each other "Anna" (elder brother) and "Thambi" (younger brother). I had his number saved, and he had my personal number saved as well.
However, the number I had given him was my secondary one, so he didn't recognize it. When he called the first time, I answered, "Tell me, Mani Anna," but he didn't realize who I was.
I answered the call again and said, "Tell me, Mani Anna." He asked, "Who is this?" I replied, "It's me—your junior from the bus stop." He said, "Oh, I dialed the wrong number again, Thambi—sorry," and hung up.
I wasn't sure if it was really him or if he had dialed the wrong number, so I messaged him on Messenger asking him to call. He asked for the number again, and I sent it. When he called from that number, I confirmed it was indeed him.
I answered and said, "Tell me, it's me." He asked hesitantly, "Is this the person I was just talking to on Messenger?" I replied hesitantly and nervously, "Yes, Anna, it's me." He asked, "Is that really you I've been talking to all this time?" I said, "Yes, it's me." Then he asked, "Shall we meet?" I was terrified—thinking, "Oh no, I'm busted."
I told him I couldn't make it because I was already out with some friends. He just said, "Okay," and hung up.
I was incredibly scared. I thought, "Oh god, what have I done? I told him I suck cocks, and he had mentioned in the chat that he’s strictly a 'top.' He must think so poorly of me now. What if he tells someone?"
I had even said some lewd things about my sister while I was in the mood to keep him company. He had seen the women in my family on my status updates and knew who my sister was. I was terrified, wondering what to do next.
The next morning, I went to the bus stop. He was there, but neither of us spoke; we didn't even make eye contact. The bus arrived, and we both got on, but we didn't speak to each other for three days.
I remained anxious. On the fourth night, I messaged him on Messenger, asking, "Why aren't you talking to me? Do you think badly of me now?"
He didn't reply, though I could see he was reading the messages. I pleaded with him not to tell anyone about it. I sent message after message—saying I was scared, begging him not to reveal it because my reputation would be ruined—but there was no response to any of it.
The next morning, I went to the bus stop. He wasn't there; I was relieved and happy that he hadn't shown up. But five minutes later, he arrived. When I saw him, I lowered my head...
He came over and stood right next to me. He told me not to be afraid or worried, saying he wouldn't tell anyone.
I thanked him and apologized for not showing up that day after saying I would; I told him I didn't have that kind of interest in him.
He said, "Alright, let it go; don't be afraid, we can talk later," and I fell silent. After college, we got off at the bus stop; as he was leaving, he told me to message him on Messenger so we could chat a bit.
I was scared—wondering if he wanted a sex chat—so I told him I’d message him on WhatsApp instead. He agreed and left. That night, he messaged me on WhatsApp asking why there was no message from me.
I told him I was a bit busy.
He asked, "Busy doing what? Were you thinking about your sister and masturbating?" I got scared; I started feeling like he wasn't going to let this go...
I was terrified; it felt like he wouldn't let up.
I started getting the urge again.
I told him, "No, please don't talk like this; let's just forget about it. I'm not interested in doing that with you."
He agreed, saying, "Alright, let's drop it. I won't ask again, and we can just go back to how things were."
As time went on, he finished his final year and started working, while I was in my second year of college.
Since I had stopped dealing with that senior guy, I didn't feel the urge to perform oral sex anymore. However, I started reading a lot of incest memes—especially those involving older sisters.
I read fewer memes about other girls.
My cousin (my aunt's daughter) had come to stay at our house during the semester break; being around her while reading those memes would really turn me on. I don't talk to that senior guy anymore—he's busy with work, and I've blocked him on Facebook.
Constantly looking at incest memes made me incredibly horny. I would touch my cousin's breasts and buttocks while she slept, and even hide and watch her while she bathed.
But that wasn't enough for me. I started taking photos of her (fully clothed) without her knowledge, blurring her face, and uploading them to Facebook. I would then masturbate while reading the comments and messages people sent about her.
I must have posted about 15 such pictures. My lust had turned me into a truly depraved person.
Then, I received a link from an account; I clicked on it, logged in, and took a look.
Back then, I had no knowledge about hacking.
A week later, I received a voice message on WhatsApp; there was background noise like a police walkie-talkie, and the person was speaking like a police officer. ...along with my contact list and the photos of my sister that I had posted on Facebook. I was absolutely shocked. A short while later, I received a call from a foreign number; the caller blackmailed me, saying, "I have your Facebook and Instagram IDs, and I see you've posted photos of your sister—I'm going to tell your family about this."
At first, I thought he was bluffing, but it turned out he actually had my family's contact details; he had even messaged one of my relatives claiming to be my friend and sent me a screenshot of it.
When I asked what he wanted, he demanded 5k, promising not to disturb me anymore. I told him I didn't have that much—only 2k—and sent that amount. After that, the hacker and I actually became friends; he would talk about my sister, and I engaged in friendly conversation with him.
I ended up giving him my sister's Instagram ID and WhatsApp number. We created a fake Instagram account, logged in together, and managed to woo my sister. At one point, she actually fell in love with the hacker. I had literally played matchmaker for them.
My sister started this virtual romance, even though she already had a boyfriend at college; she had pretended to be single while talking to the hacker. They were in a virtual relationship and would engage in sexting; I used to watch those chats and masturbate.
Things went on like this for a while. Eventually, I lost touch with the hacker, and I got logged out of the Instagram account I had been using. I decided to just let it go—thinking that as long as I didn't face any trouble, it was fine—and moved on with my life. A few days later, when I saw my sister again, I checked her Instagram one night and saw that the two of them were still talking; they were even having daily sex chats. He was calling her a "whore," and she was replying, "Yes, I am a whore." Seeing all this turned me on so much that I went to the bathroom and masturbated.
I put the phone back without asking her anything, and some time passed...
Then, one day, my sister called me, crying, and said that two of her nude photos had been leaked on Twitter.
When I asked what happened, she explained that she had been talking to a guy on Instagram and had sent the photos to him a long time ago; now they had leaked on Twitter, and she didn't know what to do.
While we were talking, a call came from that hacker; he claimed, "Your sister's photos leaked on Twitter, but I don't know how—I didn't leak them."
However, my sister had sent those photos *only* to him. So, when she identified his Instagram ID, I realized immediately that it was indeed him.
My friends and her college friends all found out about the leak, and we kept reporting the accounts that posted and reposted the images. Everyone was very supportive, though I don't know who went home and masturbated to them.
Fortunately, the leak didn't go viral, so no one at home found out, though our entire circle of friends knew about it. I was the main reason for it all—it happened because of me that people talked and my sister's nude photos got leaked—but I felt no guilt; instead, I was incredibly turned on.
Even after that, I used to masturbate while looking at those two photos of hers. Eventually, the whole issue blew over, my sister got married, and she is now living her life with her husband and a little baby boy.
After all that happened, I cut back on the incest stuff and started reading 'Pottachi' memes instead.
I was looking for someone on Facebook for a blowjob session, just like always, but nothing worked out. Towards the end of my second year of college, I messaged a senior guy, asking how he was doing.
He sounded rather bored and uninterested when he spoke.
Then I told him about my sister and the whole story of what had happened. He was like, "What are you saying? Send the picture."
He asked for a nude pic, so I sent one; seeing it seemed to really turn him on. He asked, "Wow, is your sister such a hot babe?"
I was turned on too. I told him, "Since I look just like my sister, I'm a hot babe too, aren't I?" He agreed. We kept chatting, and he asked if I’d ever sucked anyone off; I said no.
Later, he went offline. I messaged him hesitantly, apologizing for backing out of the meeting we had planned earlier.
I said, "Sorry... we can meet now if you want. I’ll suck your cock—we can even do it while looking at my sister's nude pics."
He said, "Alright, come over," and told me to meet him at the bus stop. I went there, and he picked me up on his bike.
We chatted casually as we headed to the foothills of the mountain. It was an open area near the fields—around 9 PM—specifically on a raised bank by an irrigation canal, set a bit back from the road.
We sat down there. He asked, "You said you wouldn't suck cock, so why the sudden change? Why bring me here saying you'd suck me off after showing me your sister's nudes?" I told him, "I really have a strong desire to suck cock; please don't take it the wrong way."
He replied, "I don't mind at all; I'm actually really excited about the idea of your sister's brother sucking me off while looking at her naked photos." As soon as he said that, I placed my hand on his pants and started fondling him. He asked, "How did you get the urge to suck cock?" I told him, "Samantha was the reason." He took his cock out. I had a folder on my mobile containing both normal photos and nudes of my sister; I handed it to him.
He started looking through them while I took his cock into my mouth. It was a good 7 inches long and thick; he had trimmed the pubic hair, and he was uncircumcised. I teased and stroked his cock before taking it into my mouth.
As I teased it, pre-cum made it slippery. I sucked him off carefully, avoiding scraping with my teeth, for about 15 minutes. While looking at my sister's photos, he got incredibly aroused and started spouting filthy, degrading things about her.
Suddenly, overcome by lust, he grabbed my head and started thrusting into my mouth. He thrust rapidly, driving his cock deep into my throat. I felt like gagging, so I quickly pulled my mouth away.
In a frenzy of arousal, he jerked off while staring at my sister's photo on my phone. I turned away, spitting out saliva because I felt nauseous, while he continued jerking off next to me, looking at the screen.
Then, shouting my sister's name loudly, he ejaculated—I didn't see it happen. Curious about his shouting, I turned back to see my mobile screen completely covered in his cum; he had splattered it all over the screen while looking at her picture.
Now, my mobile screen is coated in his cum, and it is still dripping from his cock. He asked if I had a handkerchief; when I asked what for, he said it was to wipe things up. I said, "I'll wipe it myself," took my mobile, set it aside, and then put his cock in my mouth, sucking up the cum that was dripping from it.
I sucked it all out and spat the cum onto the ground. I licked and cleaned the cum that had dripped down onto his balls and cock, spitting that out too. Since a lot of cum had landed on my mobile screen, he asked what I was going to do about it. I told him to watch, picked up the mobile right in front of him, sucked the cum off the screen, and spat it out.
I licked the screen clean until no trace of cum remained and wiped it on my pants. Even so, the smell of cum and saliva lingered on my mobile screen for two days. Afterward, he dropped me home while talking about my sister.
I’m still in touch with him to this day; he knows everything about me. It might seem a bit sordid, but I’ve sucked his cock and taken his cum in my mouth. I’ve even shown him my sister naked.
He’s straight now and says he isn't interested in having me suck him off, though he used to compliment me, saying I gave great head. Even when we talk now, he never suggests I become a man; he just tells me to get used to taking it up the ass.
That concludes the 4th experience...
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The Story of How I Became a 'Pottachi' (Sissy)
(my own life real story)
Part - 1
I was in the 11th standard back then. That was when I first tried giving a blowjob.
I had been using Social Media since the 9th grade; during the holidays before the 10th-grade public exams, I used it heavily. That was the time when the 'sissy' and 'pottachi' (feminized male) concepts were being introduced to society. Samantha was very famous then, and there were tons of memes about her; looking at them used to turn me on.
I was a Samantha addict—especially during the *Anjaan* movie era—and there wasn't a day I didn't masturbate while looking at her pictures. Sometimes, people in chats would tell me to "suck like Samantha." Back then, I was straight and had no interest in sucking a cock; I used to wish a girl would suck mine instead.
That was when 'pottachi' memes featuring Samantha started appearing. Seeing and reading them stirred up a huge desire in me—a small wish to try giving a blowjob just once and see what a cock tasted like.
So, I started chatting with a few people, pretending I was giving blowjobs. I would chat about sucking guys off, and just doing that would get me so aroused that I’d ejaculate.
It was while I was in the 11th standard that I tried weed for the first time. Man, the high was intense. After smoking up three or four times, I felt a strong urge to masturbate while looking at Samantha's pictures.
One time, while I was high and masturbating to a Samantha picture, someone in the chat asked me to give a blowjob. I played along, chatting as if I were performing oral sex, and we also had some normal conversation. He was from a neighboring town, just 2 km away. While I was high, I suddenly felt a strong urge to actually give him a blowjob—imagining it would be like servicing Samantha. I was really turned on and asked if we could meet in person so I could suck him off; he agreed.
At 7 PM, he called me on Messenger to say he had arrived. I went to meet him feeling a bit nervous; he turned out to be short, fair-skinned, and smart-looking.
By 7 PM, he called me on Messenger to say he had arrived. I went to meet him, feeling a bit nervous; he was short, fair-skinned, and looked smart.
He told me to hop on his bike. He asked where we should go for the blowjob, so I suggested the cremation ground. As we turned onto the road leading there—where the lighting was dim and the area deserted—I placed my hand over his shorts and grabbed his cock.
He immediately told me to reach inside his shorts and hold it, so I did just that 🤤��.
It was small enough to fit easily in my hand. It was the first time in my life I had ever held another man's cock 🙈. The moment I touched it, I felt a thrill. His cock felt warm in my hand.
Even though I felt a sense of shame about holding another man's cock, I reasoned that we had come specifically for a blowjob, so it wasn't wrong; I decided to give him some pleasure and then resolve never to do this again.
With these thoughts in mind, I slowly stroked and jerked his cock while we rode toward the cremation ground.
As soon as I started jerking him off, he began to squirm.
I really enjoyed stroking his cock, though I still felt guilty about handling another man's member; yet, the feminine side of me was slowly beginning to emerge. We traveled for about five minutes like that—me holding and jerking his cock—before we reached the cremation ground. He stopped the bike, and I got off; we found ourselves face-to-face. I felt humiliated—I felt utterly degraded wondering what he must be thinking of me.
He stopped the bike, and I got off; we looked at each other face-to-face. I felt humiliated and ashamed, wondering what he must be thinking of me.
I remained silent, feeling degraded and guilty. He asked where we could go to do it safely. I suggested going into the nearby cremation ground, but he got scared. He said he didn't want to go into the cremation ground and suggested doing it right there. However, since it was an open space by the riverside, I was terrified that someone might see us and ruin my reputation. I insisted that going inside somewhere would be safer; there was a public restroom nearby, and I suggested we go there.
I was already feeling degraded; it was my first time putting a cock in my mouth, and I had absolutely no interest in kneeling and performing oral sex in a public restroom that reeked of urine. I refused.
"Alright, let's go behind the bathroom," he said, and I followed him.
We went behind the bathroom, where there were some steps; he told me to sit down. Since it was my first time, I thought we would talk for a while before doing anything (he knew it was my first time because I had told him via chat).
As I sat on the steps and looked up, he was standing right in front of me. He pulled down his shorts, and his erect cock was right there before my eyes—very close.
That was the first time in my life I had seen another man's cock up close in person. He didn't give me a moment; he rubbed his cock against my lips. His cock was small but extremely hairy; he must not have shaved for at least four months. It smelled absolutely awful—I could barely handle it when he rubbed it against my face. I tried to adjust and just sat there, offering my face.
He told me to open my mouth, so I did.
He pulled back the foreskin—*ugh* 🤮🤮—the stench was unbearable. I completely lost any desire to suck it, but since I was already there...
He pulled back his foreskin—*gag*—the stench was absolutely foul. I completely lost any desire to suck it, but since I was already there, I figured this was just what it was like.
He hadn't even washed his cock; he just pulled back the skin and shoved it straight into my mouth. The moment it was in, I felt like vomiting—the stench, the taste of the grime on it, and the salty taste of the pre-cum oozing from the tip made me gag.
Still, he kept it in my mouth for about 5 to 10 minutes; I tried to adjust and just sucked it anyway.
I couldn't handle it much longer, especially since he was moving it slowly in and out of my mouth. He seemed to get really turned on; he grabbed my head and started thrusting hard, trying to fuck my throat. After four hard thrusts into my throat, I felt like throwing up, so I pushed him away and vomited.
He hadn't ejaculated yet, but I couldn't take it anymore; I cried and said, "That's enough." Between the smell and having had it in my mouth, I couldn't control my reaction. I felt like the most disgusting person in the world and just cried.
He watched me and said, "Alright, come on, suck it one more time." I begged him, "Please, I can't do it anymore; that's enough, let's just go." He said, "Okay, at least jerk me off until I cum."
I thought to myself, "Well, I was the one who started this by offering to suck him off, so I should see it through." I agreed and knelt in front of him while he sat on the steps. He started holding my cock and jerking it off slowly. He began to enjoy it, but I felt absolutely no arousal or interest; yet, he kept jerking me off. My mind was filled with guilt—a terrible, degrading feeling—and the thought that I should never do this again.
Being a man, I had sucked another man's cock and was now letting him jerk me off; a shameful sense of guilt washed over me, wondering if I had somehow turned into a *pottachi* (sissy/woman).
After sucking another man's cock and jerking him off, I felt a shameful guilt—wondering if I had turned into a 'sissy' or a bottom.
I resolved to act like a man from then on and vowed never to have the urge to suck a cock again; meanwhile, he told me to jerk him off faster as he was about to cum.
I sat in front of him and started jerking him off rapidly.
Usually, when I cum, it doesn't shoot out like in porn movies; it just drips or oozes. I assumed it was the same for all Indian men.
He jerked off vigorously, and with a loud shout, his semen shot out in a powerful stream.
I hadn't expected such force; the semen hit my face, eyes, nose, and hands.
There was a strong smell of semen. I wiped the semen off my face and went to the bathroom to wash up, but there was no water.
He called out, "Alright, let's go; it's getting late." I told him I couldn't leave like that and asked him to buy me a water bottle so I could wash up.
He refused, saying he hadn't brought any money and telling me not to ask him.
That’s when it hit me: after letting him cum in my mouth and spray all over my face, he was acting this way the moment the act was over. I decided then and there never to suck a cock again.
I got off his bike at the main road.
The semen that had splattered on my face had dried and felt stiff and crusty.
The smell of cock in my mouth and semen on my face was unbearable; I just walked the rest of the way home. Before anyone could see, I went to the bathroom, cried, washed my face, and brushed my teeth; but when I sat down to eat, my mouth still reeked of his filthy cock smell 🤮...
I decided right then that I would absolutely never suck a cock again.
This was my experience with the first person...
NOTE: I have experiences with 13 other people too; we'll see those in the upcoming parts.
The Story of How I Became a 'Pottachi' (Sissy Famboy)
(my own life real story) Part - 2
Part - 1 Link : https://t.co/nBD27r1Elc
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My 2nd Experience
After the first experience, I spent two months feeling guilty and didn't even visit Facebook; instead, I focused on my school studies. Six months later, my 11th-grade annual exams ended.
We started preparing for the 12th-grade public exams during the study leave, but the time off led to increased mobile usage. During that break, I started using Facebook heavily again, and the intense sexual craving for Samantha returned.
Seeing her photos and memes constantly made me think—just one last time, let me try sucking a cock. For two days, I wrestled with the decision: should I do it or not?
Finally, I decided to do it one last time before focusing on my 12th-grade studies. I spent five days searching Facebook for someone else, but no one seemed right.
However, I was incredibly horny; I was desperate to suck a cock.
Realizing I had no other option, I decided to call the guy I had sucked off the first time (his name was Prasad).
I messaged him...
"Hi Prasad, how are you? Can we do it again like last time? I really want to," I asked.
He replied, "You didn't do it properly that time; will you suck it properly this time?"
Driven by my intense desire, I promised to do a good job. He agreed and said he would come at night to the same place we had met before.
We decided to meet in the morning; I was a mix of intense lust, fear, and guilt. He invited me over, saying, "Come, give me a blowjob—I'm horny." Last time, I hadn't been interested, but this time I was in the mood to do it. As a guy myself, I felt a sense of shame about holding and sucking another man's cock; at the same time, I told myself, "I'll just do it this one last time for the thrill, and then I'll stop this kind of thing forever and live my life as a man."
It was 8 PM. I told my family I was going out to meet friends and left. Just like last time, he picked me up, and we went to the cremation ground—though this time, I didn't touch his cock at all during the ride.
A nagging feeling kept telling me that what I was doing was wrong. We arrived at the spot and got off the bike; I touched his cock, and it was rock-hard, standing at a 90-degree angle. That got me aroused, too.
He asked if I was shaved; I said no. He told me he couldn't get a blowjob without a shave. He said, "Stay right here," took the bike, and returned in five minutes with a razor.
This time, there was water running in the bathroom, making it convenient to wash up...
We went behind the bathroom; he sat on the steps, handed me the razor, and said, "Shave me, Samantha."
We went behind the bathroom; he sat on the steps, handed me the razor, and said, "Shave me, Samantha."
I was overjoyed that someone had called me "Samantha" in real life for the first time. All the guilt and fear vanished, and I felt a strong, undeniable sense that I was a woman. I knelt before him, held his erect cock, and shaved him with a razor. I shaved him clean, including the hair around his balls. I felt absolutely no guilt; I did it happily and wholeheartedly.
After shaving, he said, "Go wash up and come back; I'm going to let you suck it." There was no bucket to fetch water, so he called me into the bathroom with him; I agreed and went along.
I thought he would just tell me to cup water in my hands and pour it over his cock. But what happened there was different...
It was a public bathroom. Generally, public bathrooms aren't clean, and since this one was near a cremation ground—needless to say—it was filthy and smelled terrible.
He turned on the tap, told me to take the water into my mouth, and spit it onto his cock to clean it. "Samantha," he called me...
Every time he called me "Samantha," I truly felt like I *was* Samantha...
I did exactly that without a shred of shame. After washing his cock, we went to the back of the bathroom again...
He was standing there and told me, "Kneel down, Samantha."
Filled with happiness, I knelt down like a submissive woman, pulled down his shorts, and exposed his cock...
He grabbed my head and pulled it close. His cock touched my lips; he rubbed it against my mouth, then held it and thrust it forward. As soon as it was exposed, the strong scent of his cock hit me; it wasn't dirty—it was clean and freshly washed—but it had that distinct, raw cock smell that I really liked.
Actually, even before I developed the urge to suck cock, I used to masturbate while thinking about Samantha; I’d catch my own cum in my hand and lick it up—it was a habit of mine.
When that strong scent of his cock hit me, I got incredibly turned on; I opened my mouth wide and took his cock inside. He started thrusting it in and out of my mouth.
I was kneeling and just holding his cock in my mouth without actively sucking yet. When he started thrusting rapidly, my teeth scraped against his cock; it seemed to hurt him, so he pulled it out and snapped, "Your teeth are scraping it, you bitch."
"Alright, you take the lead..."
He told me to take it in my mouth, so I knelt before him and started sucking his cock. I sucked slowly, careful not to let my teeth scrape, while licking and sucking the head of his penis.
He started to pre-cum; it tasted salty, but I liked it and kept sucking without stopping—I sucked for ten minutes straight without pulling away, starting slowly and gradually increasing the speed.
At one point, he held my head and started thrusting into my mouth. I felt like gagging, so I pulled away and jerked him off instead.
I was incredibly turned on—this was only the second time in my life I’d sucked a cock—and in the heat of the moment, I asked him to fuck my ass. He said, "Not right now; I'll fuck your ass next time," and told me to keep sucking until he came.
I put his cock back in my mouth and sucked; he moaned as I worked on the head of his penis. I got even more aroused and decided to deep-throat him—even if I threw up, I was determined to make him moan in ecstasy today.
I sucked furiously, like I was possessed; he said he was about to cum. I pulled away, though, because the idea of swallowing someone else's cum made me feel a bit repulsed. Then, he ejaculated forcefully...
This time, I knew better than to let the semen spray onto my face, so I turned my head away; he ended up ejaculating in that direction...
He was thoroughly satisfied; he came twice while I was sucking him off, and I was very satisfied too. He appreciated me, saying, "You gave an amazing blowjob this time, Samantha."
I'm literally blushing...
Afterward, he went home, and I went home and acted casually, just like always.
At dinnertime, my mom called me to eat, so I sat down. I didn't realize that the semen he had ejaculated earlier was dripping down the shoulder of my T-shirt.
My mom saw it and said, "What is this? Someone has sneezed and splattered mucus on your T-shirt." She wiped it off with her hand, threw it on the floor, and went to wash her hands.
I smelled it to see who had sneezed on me, but it wasn't mucus... it was his semen. He had aimed away from my face, but I hadn't moved, so his semen had sprayed and dripped onto my shoulder.
Since my mom had wiped up his semen with her hand, I felt guilty; I felt terrible that—because of what I had done—my poor mom had ended up wiping it off with her bare hand.
That’s it; the second experience ended there...
To be continued with the third experience...
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