From Innocence to Carnality - Sex Stories

From Innocence to Carnality

Title: From Innocence to Submissive Carnality

Forward:

The people here are all legal age young adults. They are very highly physically and sexually fit with extremely high libidos and strong BDSM kinks. Their bodies exude lots of fluids. Drugs loosen grips on free will. This is a personal journey of a gay male from innocence to submissive carnality.

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Jessie's car air conditioner grumbles like it's tired of living. She is driving us into the sunset of a stifling hot desert day. I daydream memories of how Jessie had come into my life. Memories that will be all I have left when she throws me away:

My whole life I had lived in the foster care system, an unwanted feminish boy passed around regularly from foster to foster. Some foster parents weren't too bad but some were really cruel.

I was always quiet and tried to blend into the background. But even as an only 5ft 6in. guy, I hadn't managed to blend in at high school. I routinely had to experience hateful fag jokes and bullying of the fag. I have severe dyslexia and never learned to write or type very well and only read with difficulty. Schools just passed me on through grade to grade.

My last foster parent, Mrs. Monroe, was okay. She knew I was gay but didn't care as long as I followed the rules. I always followed the rules.

I turned 18 and though the state continued to pay Mrs. Monroe to foster me until I graduated high school, I became very anxious about where I would go and what I ...

... would do after graduation. My social worker was too busy to deal with me more than clearing paperwork. I was having a hard time leaving my room. I felt a never-ending panic attack. I desperately needed someone to help me.

Mrs. Monroe's 19 year old niece, Jessie, moved in with us. She had been thrown out by her parents because she wouldn't deny that she was gay. Jessie was a tall girl with blue and purple streaks through her short butch natural blond hair. She was muscular and had a firecracker personality. The first time I met her, I could tell that she saw the real me - a frightened little fag needing someone to watch out for me. She quickly offered me support. She listened to me pour out my pain and she held me as I cried. She also began to order me around. I did everything she said. Sometimes it felt like she was a cat playing with hopeless prey. She only hurt me, though, when she got drunk. I wanted to be with her always.

One day after her aunt left for work, Jessie told me to skip school. She pulled me up to her room. ordered me to take off my clothes and lay face down naked on her bed. I did so, getting excited wondering what she was doing. She blindfolded me, spread my hands and legs apart and tied them to the four corners of the bed. I have no idea where she got it, but she shoved a musky jock into my mouth with a really man-smelling part covering my nose.

My five inch cock got hard. I felt a tickle in it that I responded to by grinding into Jessie's sheets. She ...