Writer: Intoit69
Subject: Secret Friends
Link: LS666 Emails / 29.08.2026
Secret Friends
I was the twins’ age in the story when I started playing with this stuff. I always saw it as playing. It had an underlying satanic theme, but I saw it as a means to an end. The rituals were theme setters. I had sucked cock and fucked boy ass, but still wanted pussy. Sucking boy cock was the price for pussy, and I saw nothing wrong. I knew she had slipped something into my drink, and it was just enough; I needed the inducement, and I willingly went with it. I was a sort of game, and she promised more. It started with her adding a girlfriend and that friend’s boyfriend, brother, cousin and occasionally another girl.
The pretence was gone. It became about the occult and satanic, filthy, blasphemous and perverted sex. Potions were always spiked, and other things were offered to set the mood. Once the one girl’s mom got involved, it leaned more into witchcraft-themed parties. That led to only witch-themed acts, and if we boys wanted to play, we had to dress as girls. I found that very hot, and some boys started showing up dressed as girls.
That aspect of play wasn’t my main focus. I had other “secret” friends. Sissy fag boys and slutty, twisted girls that, as far as I knew, never saw me play with boys; private one-on-one liaisons also occupied my time. One of the sissy boys from the group invited me over for the weekend. He was dressed in teen girl mode, as was one of his boyfriends. His mom was no porn star, but very fuckable.
We spent the weekend wasted and sucking and fucking each other. It fed all my perversions at the time: cock, sissy boy ass and pussy, tits and girl ass. The following week we talked, and he let me know that if I was more willing to go along, I could have more sex like that and it would be hotter. I was always aware of what I was getting into, and I saw no reason to not go along.
Once I showed a willingness, things changed. The groups changed, and I was hanging out with mommy types and other boys who dressed for sex and depravity. That’s about when older guys started showing up. I will admit some had very nice cocks and enjoyed doing our femboy asses. The girls and mommy types started to take a secondary role, and the older guys started to try to take charge.
That’s what first got me thinking I needed to walk away, and I finally did. I saw it as a fantasy cult type thing, and I didn’t want to be locked into just that. There was pressure to get further into the depravity and bring others into the group I was playing in. If anyone I knew was willing, I was happy to invite them along. I did a couple, but I have always believed it should be a willing step into that world.
One of the things I wasn’t into was scat in some forms. I’d suck a cock from an ass or share one with anybody. A cummy ass was a treat, as was a pussy that had just had a load delivered by a cock that had just been in a girl/woman ass. Some girls/mommies had some twisted ass play games, and I was always into it. Piss games were a very hot kink for me from the first. I enjoyed them in any and all forms and have no aversion to piss play.
I had started college as a pussy virgin and thinking I might end up gay. More boys than girls at first were easier to hook up with. By the time I left college, I had forsaken labels pretty much. I never married, and my life has been the pursuit of twisted, depraved and perverted sex. It’s not a lifestyle, but when the opportunity arises, I pretty much dive in. I’m pretty discerning in my tastes, and if something doesn’t hit me right, I walk away. Certain clubs and parties tend to offer opportunities to indulge my kinks. There are always females at these things, and so I have no issue with understanding girls willing to play.
That’s where your story went in my head. I also look in on two female authors because they have written stories about boyfriends or husbands turning into cock and pussy and find men into sharing trans girls very hot. Those types of girls and stories are few and far between, but I do look in on all of you when my urges get to me. Yours and some you post come the closest to hitting my deepest desires.
Again, thanks for posting your musings.