Casey G Revealed 01

Casey G Revealed 01

I don't what happened to me or why it happened, but it did. It wasn't that long ago that I was a happy crossdresser making my way through life and making my way through the clubs in Middleton. I'm not all that as Casey G, but no one seemed to complain much. I was dating a little, having fun at the clubs, having silly club sex (my version anyways) and going to parties. It was all good until one day several weeks ago when I met a guy at Candi's Corner.

His name is Huey and for whatever reason he had me hooked on his fetish. I mean I just spent five months getting guys hooked on my hips and hair and having my way with them and now look at me, giving Huey what he needs. Sure, I still go to the clubs once a week or so, but things have changed.

And no, Huey doesn't need me to lay down for him. Huey is actually a heavier set man and he would crush me if he ever laid the wood to me. He's not so heavy set that his belly hangs low enough to cover his dick, but it will be in a few years, LOL. In a way, it all started with his big belly and what was hidden underneath.

Now before you go calling me a paid escort, let me make it clear that Huey likes things a little different. Huey has a need or a fetish for being humiliated and I somehow fell into a trap of being the one to throw insult after insult at him. I didn't ask for this role, but apparently, the role seen me coming and I became a victim of sorts.

Again, it all started with a casual meeting at Candi's Corner a while back. Like a lot of guys, Huey offered to buy me a cocktail and also like a lot of guys, he asked me outside for a breath of fresh air. Both were offers I have accepted many times, but none like this with Huey. I usually think that the guys in the club aren't ready for me, but in this case, I wasn't ready for Huey.

And I knew something weird was happening when he walked me to his truck, opened the door and stood in the open space. To me, like a few others, that meant he wanted a club parking lot hand job and that's not too unusual and neither was the flirty going on between us. It was almost like any other Saturday night at Candi's. Besides, he seemed nice enough and there was no level of fear in the air.

That's when things got weird. Huey had this glazed look in his eyes as I worked his belt buckle and jeans zipper and I mean he was huffing and puffing. That was a first for me, but hey, everyone is different. While I was pushing his jeans and boxers down, he was pulling his shirt off. And no, being completely naked in the back of the parking isn't the weird part. Well, it was a little weird, but that wasn't it.

Once we had Huey completely buck naked, he leaned back against the truck seat and sort of pushed his body out towards me implying that he was ready. Well, for one thing, that was the first time I ever saw a heavy man naked and for another thing, well, he barely had a button dick and I was assuming that he was turned on and that was his hard on. I've never seen anything like it, not even on Chang.

That's where my shameful action came into play because I began chuckling and calling him all sorts of naughty and nasty names. That, you can hold against me because it was so wrong of me to tease him like that. It's just that, well, it was just so small.

That led to weird 2.0. He began to respond and when I say respond, he was getting lost in some type of sexual pleasure and trance. The more I teased him, the harder he groaned and the more he pushed my shoulders down. And because I was in a bit of a trance myself, I went down. I mean, I'm used to jerking off huge cocks in the Middleton clubs and here is a pencil eraser looking right at me. And when I leaned in for a closer look, I couldn't help but to softly flick it with my fingers. And I promise you, there was not enough to grab and stroke. There was just enough for finger teasing.

After a few moments of my finger teasing, I noticed that Huey breathing had escalated to a point of I almost called for EMS, but his face told me that he was having the sexual time of his life. And because pencil erasers are just so darn cute, I leaned in further and gave his little nob a kiss.

And boom, he lost his nut just like that and almost fell on top of me. His nut wasn't very much, just enough to coat my lips and I mean just enough. The next moment might have been the one that made him pick me out as his mark.

I stood up and licked my lips as he looked on. LOL, I dialed up EMS based on how big eyes got, but didn't make the call.

Now Huey was a very happy man and he mumbled all kinds of things while we tried to get him dressed. I have no idea what he was saying because I never to fully dress a guy after a blow job, or in this case, a peck on the tip. I mean, it's usually zipper up and a shout out to call me (which they never do).

So, how do you get a naked over weight guy dressed? LOL, you let him do it himself while you stand back and watch (and try not to laugh anymore). And guess what he didn't do next? He didn't leave.

"I hope you liked that, Huey. I don't let just anyone put it on my lips like that."

"Thanks, Casey G. That was the best sex of my life. I hope we can see each other again."

"Maybe, if you come clean with me. Was that your first sex and I don't mean whatever you do in the comforts of your home."

"I don't want to talk about that."

"But you liked the things I talked about? You seemed to get really excited when I said that you have a button dick."

"Here, take this and don't forget about me and please, don't tell other people about my issue."

"You mean that your puny little dick is our secret? OMG, did you just come again?"

That was enough for poor Huey. He fumbled with his clothes, jumped in his truck and drove off, half naked and with a wet spot. And OMG, when I checked what he stuffed in my back pocket, I found a fat fold of $50's and I mean a pocket full of rent. It was the first time I was smiling as the guy drove away.

Hold up, it's still a little early to call me out as paid escort. LOL, you'll call me that soon, but let me take you there first.

I straightened myself up and went back inside of Candi's Corner for a while. I sat there, accepted a few drinks and stared at the new number in my phone. Huey. Should I call Huey? Should I text Huey? Do I accidently butt dial Huey at midnight? Maybe I should lay back and let Huey contact me. Oh wait, or maybe I should go home and log on to the link Huey just sent and see what he likes. Humilation.com sounds legit, right? Besides, he included a user and password, so it must be a pay site, so why not?

And that's exactly what I did and on boy, did I experience something new. That woman (Mistress Karen) knew what she was doing and did it well. I'm sure it was scripted and rehearsed, but she was a pro. And because I used Huey's password, she knew who she was talking to and kept asking me (Huey) if I was having a problem with my laptop camera, which of course I replied with a yes. Mistress Karen accepted that and proceeded to humiliate me (Huey) and the smallest dick she has ever seen. And she went on and on for 15 minutes before I closed out the window. One, because I knew what Huey wanted now and two, well, I was getting a little turned on.

OMG Huey, such a fat freak you are. And OMG Huey, how do you want me to play into all of this?

Two days I received a text from Huey. He proposed an arrangement, of sorts. He would keep his weekly internet sex festivals with Mistress Karen, but asked me to give him a personalized session every couple of weeks. Me? Come on, I jack off guys in the restroom and occasionally let them cum on me, but this? OMG, how did I get here? And just who replied to Huey that we could have one trial session tomorrow night at his place? I mean, that wasn't me, but there was his address, on a text with instructions to wear skimpy clothes. At least he didn't expect me to get naked as well, I hope.

Alright, you guys can throw one or two "whore or slut", comments, but no more than that because, well, there is more to come.

Holy shit, I was so nervous as I knocked on Huey's door, but I was properly dressed, in his terms. Well, properly dressed for an indoor event anyways. These shorts are pretty short and why I elected to wear a sheer fishnet shirt is beyond me, but here I am, looking like I just came from the corner of 7th & Elm. But hey, look at how straight my hair is tonight.

I was even more nervous when Huey opened the door naked. I assumed he knew he had neighbors and I stepped inside. Oh no, there will no "hello" hugs going on here. Now as I mentioned before, Huey has a big belly, but not so big that it covers everything, if you know what I mean. And because I seen him the other night I wasn't in shock, until he turned around and asked me to follow him to the couch. It was shocking to see the size of his backside and made me want to see his front again, as soon as possible.

Huey offered me a drink, which I declined, and then he sat us both on the couch. He opened his laptop on the coffee table and there she was, Mistress Karen. Huey left the volume down, but we sat and watched her hands waving all around and her fingers pointing at her customers, just like any other day. She was actually funny to watch, but I didn't dare ask him to turn the volume up.

Before I knew, my hand magically went under the fold of his belly and found the little nob down under there. I'm sorry, but all I could do was flick it around, but don't worry, he enjoyed it according to his moans and groans.

Now, let it be known that I was prepared to call him out as a faggot with a button dick for at 15 minutes. Let it be known that I barely had to time to tease him with the fact that he will never have sex with a woman because he can't reach in there, before he busted his nut. I mean, I learned some trash talk from Mistress Karen and didn't have a chance to use much of it. I promise you folks that I had a whole humiliation thing memorized and it was over it less than two minutes. So, that's on him.

However, I gave him what he wanted when he leaned back in the couch and exposed himself as best as he could. I licked up the five drops and lifted my head so he could see my work.

The good news is that if this is to continue, I have plenty of material in my head to use. The bad news is what do I do now that it's over? Do I leave or do I have another go at it?

"Ah, Huey, I don't know if you liked that or not because you didn't say one single word, but I want you to know that I had a whole speech in my head for you. You know, things like how much of a faggot you are and how you'll never know how good real pussy feels like because you can't reach it. By the way, I've had wet pussy before and it's absolutely wonderful, something you will never know because you're a poor excuse of a man."

"Next time you need to tell me for pitiful I am and tell me more about what I'm missing."

"If I degrade you next Wednesday, will you stand in front of me and jack off?"

"You need to tell me how I don't have enough meat to jack off."

"Oh, you hold it like a cigarette. That's how I did you the other night at Candi's Corner. Did you want to try and screw me in the butt next Wednesday?"

"You need to remind that I'll never be able to screw anyone."

"Are you going to say some words next time? I mean, it helps."

"I'll scream and admit that I don't deserve to be called a man."

"And I get to bring a tape measure next time so we can humiliate you online?"

"Yes, please."

"Do you like my nipples, Huey?"

"I'm a sick puke and you're the only one I've ever been with."

"Ah, you're 32 years old Huey."

"I'm a sick puke. Call me online."

"Did you just come again Huey?"

"I'm weak with no control. Lick me, Casey."

"Next time we share. Is that envelope for me Huey?"

"I need to shove it in your shorts pocket. That's my sex."

"Ah, Huey. You can shove an envelope in my pocket anytime. A thong for me next time?"

"Fill my closet with clothes. Just tell me I'm worthless."

This was the beginning of a new direction for me. Two days ago, I was leaning in the corner of the club flirting with the guys and now I'm laying in bed rehearsing naughty things to say to a guy who wants to hear them. The score card says the guys at the club dump me within one hour versus a over weight guy who wants to pay my rent. Now you guys can call me all those dirty names.

End Casey G Revealed 01