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Bob started talking about how he couldn't wait to experience a blowjob from a pretty girl. He said it was all he could think about when he jacked off. He had dated plenty of girls who let him feel their tits and pussies but they never sucked him off. I agreed, getting a blowjob would be pretty nice. Then Bob shocked me by asking if I'd suck his cock. "You know, just give it a try for me. I'll close my eyes and imagine it's Angela doing it," he said.

"Jesus Bob," I replied, "why on earth would I suck your cock? I'm not a cocksucking faggot, you know. No way!"

"Ah come on," Bob countered, "I know you're not a faggot. I just really want to know what it feels like to get a blowjob. I'll wash my cock and balls first so it smells nice for you. Come to the bathroom with me right now and I'll wash my cock."

I had to admit I was curious to see Bob's cock, so I got up and followed him to the basement bathroom. He ran the water over a washcloth until it was warm and then rubbed some soap on it. Then he turned around to face me and unbuckled his jeans and pulled them off. There was a sizable bulge in his underwear. "You know," hesitated Bob, "why don't you wash my cock and balls since you're the one who's going to suck it."

"I never said I would suck you Bob, but ok I'll wash you up," I replied. I pulled his underwear down and Bob's cock sprung out. It wasn't fully hard yet but already very big. I felt strangely excited to be standing in front of my 6'4" friend with his big cock hanging in front of me. I reached out and grasped it with my small hand. I cupped his balls with the other hand. Suddenly I realized my tiny cock was getting hard. I hoped Bob wouldn't notice.

I took the warm, soapy washcloth and was about to start washing Bob's huge cock when he said, "Lari, if you're going to wash my cock why don't you look the part. Wait here and I'll be right back." With that, he left the bathroom. I adjusted my little boner in my underwear so it wouldn't be so uncomfortable.

In a few minutes Bob returned with some women's garments. He had gone to his mom's room and grabbed a bra and matching panties. "I'd like you to put these on before we go any further," he said. I couldn't believe what Bob was asking me to do. The bra was black with a lacy fringe and the panties, also black, were sheer thong ones with a lot of pretty lace on the front. I realized I really wanted to put the lingerie on but was ashamed to admit it to myself or to Bob. Bob's mpm and i are both 5'6" so everything would fit.

"Go on," Bob said, "strip for me and put on the bra and panties. You'll look like a gurl and give me a better blowjob experience. You want to do a good job don't you?" I was now coming around to the idea of sucking Bob off and, yes, I did want to do a good job. But I was embarrassed. I didn't want Bob to think I was a faggot. Yet, the idea of dressing in his mom's bra and panties in front of him really turned me on.

My tiny hard-on was aching. "Okay," I agreed. "Just this once so you can have your 'blowjob experience' but I think the whole thing is disgusting," I feigned reluctance. I stripped nude in front of Bob and put on his mom's panties first. My little boner stuck straight out making a tent in the panties. I struggled to put on the bra. I turned around and Bob clasped the bra for me which felt very romantic. I turned to face Bob. I looked down at his cock which was rock hard now, and big - much, much bigger than mine. Bob's huge circumcised cockhead glistened with precum. I was incredibly turned on!

I picked up the wash cloth and again Bob stopped me, "I just had an idea. Stay here." So I waited again while listening to Bob rumagging in the next room. Finally he came back with two black balloons. "I remembered these from last year's Halloween party," he said, holding the balloons in front of me. "I think we can make nice fake titties with these," as he stretched the opening of one of the balloons over the faucet. Bob filled the first balloon with warm water. He let it get really big, the size of a honeydew melon. After struggling to tie a knot in the neck of the balloon, he filled the other one to the same size. "Here Lari," he said handing me the warm water-filled balloons, "put these in your bra and you'll look like a real girl, a girl with big tits!" I stretched the bra cups around the balloons one after the other and felt the weight of the fake tits hanging down - a very sexy feeling. The bra cups were small for the balloons which was perfect for holding them in snuggly.

I wiggled my body a bit to feel the fake titties jiggle. Bob's eyes grew wide. "Fuck, your tits look great Lari! You really look like a sexy little slut!" he said. I had to admit that I loved the attention from Bob. His big hard-on was because of me and soon I was going to do something about it. Again, I picked up the washcloth and was about to clean Bob's huge cock when he said, "Why don't you get down on your knees while you wash my cock? And don't forget to wash my balls too." I warmed the washcloth under the tap and soaped it up again. I got on my knees in front of Bob. His big cock was sticking straight up. I gently soaped his cock and balls with my hands. Bob was moaning gently and was clearly enjoying what I was doing with my soapy hands. After a few minutes he handed a towel down to me. I dried him off and found myself staring at a big hard cock right in front of my face.

"Well, what are you waiting for Sissy Boi?" asked dominant Bob. I hesitated, thinking that the moment I opened my mouth and took his cock inside, I would be giving a blowjob, something I never thought I would ever do. Was I actually going to become a cocksucker? At least I trusted Bob to not tell anyone. On my knees wearing women's underwear and fake tits, there was no going back. I grasped Bob's huge cock with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. I leaned forward and took the head of Bob's cock into my sissy mouth. I was startled by how enjoyable it was having a fresh, clean, stiff cock in my mouth. The cockhead filled my mouth. I loved it! Not sure what to do, I started sucking and moving the cockhead in and out of my mouth. Bobs hips started to move, pushing his cock deeper at every thrust until I gagged. "Use your tongue more sub faggot," Bob ordered. I was thrilled to be directed to give more pleasure. I realized I was eager to learn how to improve my cock-sucking skills. I began to swirl my tongue around Bob's cockhead. It was obvious that he enjoyed it as his moans got louder and he held my head in his hands, gently moving his cock in and out of my mouth.

We had turned the music off so we could hear anyone coming to the door. The only sounds were those sucky sounds a mouth makes on a cock and Bob's soft moans of pleasure. My new Master moved his hands down to my shoulders, feeling the bra straps and then further down to squeeze my hard nipples. He was fantasizing that I was a woman and I was thrilled to feel so submissive and feminine while pleasuring my dominant friend.

Before long, I could taste a lot of salty precum and his cock grew even bigger, then started twitching in my mouth. I knew he was about to cum but I didn't know what to do. I just kept sucking while Master Bob held my head more tightly. I realized that he intended to shoot his load into my mouth. The idea thilled me but there was nothing I could do about it now. I was about to get my first load of yummy cum in my gurly mouth. Then Bob started grunting and bucking his hips as he held my head firmly and spurted his load into my mouth. When he was done cumming, I just stayed on my knees with his cock and a huge amount of cum in my mouth. The cum began to taste sweeter as it stayed in my mouth and the taste wasn't so bad. "You may as well swallow it sissy" said Master Bob, "you earned it."

"You did a great job Lari," exclaimed Bob when he finally pulled his cock out of my mouth. "And you swallowed my load and cleaned up my cock like a proper little slut. I think you enjoyed doing it too, didn't you, you little sissy cocksucker." I was offended by the way Master Bob spoke to me. I felt like I was tricked into giving him a blowjob with my virgin mouth and the thanks I got was being called a 'sissy cocksucker'. Still, he was right - I really enjoyed blowing him.

"Why don't you keep the fake tits and panties on," said Bob. "I'll go get one of my mom's house coats for you. She won't be home for hours." I put on the silky house coat that Bob found and we went back into the basement family room and sat on the couch. Bob wanted to make out and feel my fake titties. He didn't want to kiss me but I really enjoyed feeling his hands all over my tits and body. He even stroked my tiny cock for a while through my panties. I thought about asking him to jack me off but I knew that would be too gay for Master Bob - he was clinging to the fiction that he was straight, experimenting with a willing friend of convenience. But I decided that I didn't mind if Bob thought I was a sissy faggot. After all, no one else would ever know and I was already thinking of other ways I could enjoy pleasuring Bob while dressed up as a gurl. I gave Bob another wonderful blowjob on the couch before I left and got fed another delicious load of his precious cum.

That night, lying in my bed at home, I jacked off thinking about the blowjobs I gave my new dominant Master while dressed in his mom's bra and panties. Little did I know that those were the first of many blowjobs I would give over the years, because my new Master took pics, OMG, I'm owned and must submit.