Birth of a New Sissy Part 1 Encounter

I met Jeff one day at the nearby tennis courts. I could never have imagined
what the result of that meeting would be. I suppose I should tell you a bit
about me. I'm a happily married 34 year old. About average in most
respects. A little spare tire trying to form around the middle but in
decent shape. I wear my hair short with a mustache and goatee. I had been
married for about 6 years and had been physically faithful to my wife. I
say physically, as I did think about other partners on occasion, though
probably no more than most men. What was a little unique was my "dark"
sexual secret. Ever since my middle teens I had entertained occasional
homosexual thoughts. Nothing really strong or insistent, but enough to
inspire some guilty fantasies.

My Bi fantasies were helped along by a one-time encounter with a gay friend
in college. It resulted in an exchange of oral sex that seemed to only fuel
my Bi thoughts. I still feel I am predominantly attracted to women. I
couldn't imagine anything romantic with a guy and my attraction to them was
mostly evident when I was horny. Most of the time it was women that would
grab my attention.

So here I was without a partner that fateful day, but I had just finished
watching the Wimbeldon tennis tournament on TV and as usual had the urge to
"smack felt". So it was that I found myself playing against the wall on
some courts near our townhouse community. When I got there I was the only
one around. So I was startled to hear some polite clapping after I had just
finished a make-believe rally against the ever victorious wall.

I turned to regard a well built young man in snug shorts and t-shirt. He
was clean shaven with sandy-blond hair. He was built like a quarterback,
with a slim well muscled body. He couldn't have been more than 25 years
old. There was something familiar about him, but didn't immediately know
what.

"Nice rally. I thought you had the wall beat there for a minute." He said
with a good natured smile.