“V” Is For Vessel by Destiny1961

Writer: Destiny1961

Subject: “V” Is For Vessel

Link: LS666 Email / 18.01.2023

“V” Is For Vessel

I sit here, confused about my faith, and even who or what I am and think back to where it started and is going.

I was raised, or was it forced into the Catholic church when a child. But was taught their version of right and wrong. I was kind of a shy, and sometimes called, “Feminine boy.” I had a female cousin, who my brother and I, were close to. We would mix our GI Joes with her Barbies, so we could play together. At a young age, we actually started to put them in sexual positions. I was slow to mature, and was what one could call a, “Follower,” or maybe submissive?

My cousin was more dominant though. As we got a little older, it seemed I was still playing house with her as she would substitute my GI Joes for Barbie dolls. We had discussed sexual things and about lust, sin and such. I never understood why, but felt that I was being set-up for something. We would talk about Jesus; and even the devil; as we knew some grown-ups who were into witchcraft and satanism. They had made reference to the Bible, calling us vessels, and how we needed to empty ourselves to be filled and such.

Me, my brother and cousin used to fool around. We touched each other, and I thought it was just kid stuff, and joking around — that was harmless — I was probably somewhere around fourteen or fifteen, and she was a little younger. She had started to develop a little and at times you could see her nipples through her shirt. We used to hit the lights and wrestle until one of the three would hit the lights back on. She never complained when I grabbed her breasts and at one point I remember her rubbing my crotch and giggling.

I remembered talking to our witch-friend and they mentioned, “Wet dreams,” and how it was something called a, “Succubus,” who would have sex with us and take parts of our soul and, “Yada, yada.” They had asked if I had sex yet, and I could not believe it. They said lots of young guys get blow jobs at young ages and maybe I was more of a girl. I was shy and kind of submissive, so it hit me.

“We are but vessels,” they said.

Then it happened as I found myself still playing with my cousin with the Barbies but the GI Joes were not there and she even had me playing house and with dolls. We ended up down her house with no supervision as her mom was keeping an eye on my house for my mom. We were in her room, as we talked about the Devil, sin, sex and lust.

Then I brought up the feminine stuff and not feeling like a boy from the girl toys. She told me she could help and asked about my thoughts on lust as I could see her nipples through her white shirt. I was getting hard and it was like she knew it. Then came the question in the most simple way from her, “Wanna do it,” she said to me.

I sat there on her bed with a hard on thinking about the magazines and movies we snuck and she then took the dominant approach as she told me to get naked and lay down. She slid off her top as I told her I did not know what to do. She told me she had done it with another cousin and again told me to lay down naked.

I did as told as she took my dick in her hands and guided it into her wet, but tight vagina. It hurt from her being tight but she did not waste time as she started to slide up and down on it. I heard a slight moan and wondered how it felt good in her. I watched as she bounced and her small breasts did as well.

She would grind then ride and lean back as her eyes rolled like she was possessed. She put my hands on her breasts and rode me and then I felt it. The pressure was building bit I did not want to say anything as thought I had to piss. She knew though, and rode harder, and when it was about time, she leaned back and groaned as I shot inside her. I saw this look and she moaned and quivered. She groaned as if trying to get every last drop.

It felt good but wondered how much better it did for her due to how she reacted. But then it was like I became submissive and hers as all she had to do is say drop em and she took what she needed. But each time I felt more of my masculinity being drained as I was no longer in control but at her mercy, and even had thoughts of how it felt to be her.

Then the second step occurred as years went by and I found myself getting drunk with a male friend. I had already been tormented and called a sissy by the cool kids and all and told I looked like a girl.We got drunk and I still do not know what started it but before I knew it I was laying under him filly clothed and him dry fucking me. But it felt good on the bottom and I got him off.

I found myself confused about it and wondering why it felt good. We were about to do it again but I suggested being naked and I still remember when I saw his erect cock as he lay on top and how it felt between our bodies. He was using me like his hooker and we shot between our bodies and I liked the feel of it.

I even tasted it and then thought back to my cousin and how she acted with me shooting inside her. It was around this time I learned about transvestite and met one who told me I should not understand until I did it. I could not get it out of my mind and we were about to do it again and out of nowhere I suggested anal penetration.

He said he would not do that and from nowhere I offered my body for his pleasure. He gave me a chance to back out and yet before I knew it I was his bitch and he was pounding me. I actually wanted him to cum so I could see how my cousin felt. I remember whimpering like a girl and then he shoved deep and exploded inside me. I lay there wondering why I felt so good as I never felt him cum ,yet something inside was excited and wanted more. Who was I? What was I? A guy? A girl? Or simply a vessel for pleasure? Am I a Christian or have I crossed the line into the dark? What does the bible say?