Deniska the Sausage, or How I Became a Girl

The summer at the pioneer camp was like all the previous ones – everything was on schedule and planned in advance. Despite that, I liked vacationing at the camp. It would have been absolutely great if we could swim in the river more, cancel quiet hour, and have lights out at least at midnight. But what can you do, rules are rules...

Every evening, before lights out, they would show us a movie and all our guys tried to sit closer to the screen, but I, on the contrary, liked to sit farther away, right near the film projector. Especially since our projectionist – Uncle Misha – threw away such big cigarette butts. I watched the movie, but when Uncle Misha lit up, I watched him more, to see where he would throw his cigarette,

so I could later discreetly pick it up and after the movie secretly smoke the butt behind the toilet.

Uncle Misha suddenly looked back and said:

– Hey kid, come here, don't hide, I already saw that you smoke...

– No, Uncle Misha, you must have imagined it, – I mumbled.

– You think I'm a fool? I'm not your mom or your counselor... Did you smoke?

– Yes...

– Well, that's a different matter, I can see you're a man... Anyway, man, after the movie you'll help me carry the boxes. Got it.

– Yes, got it... But we have lights out right after the movie...

– I'll tell her that you're helping me, and then I'll take you to your unit.

After the movie, Uncle Misha got permission from the counselor for me and I helped him carry the film reels to the projection booth. The room was huge, and it had everything – old film projectors and some other unknown instruments, model airplanes and ships, and in the middle of the room a big workbench with tools. In the corner, a bed and a TV, by the entrance a refrigerator, and everywhere empty bottles and ashtrays with cigarette butts...

– Well then, assistant, what's your name?

– Deniska, – Uncle Misha extended his huge palm to me.

– And I'm Uncle Misha. Have you been smoking for long? – he squeezed my hand.

– Yes, a long time, alright, I won't try to talk you out of it, you're already quite grown up. Let's have a smoke, shall we?

– I'm out... – I lied.

– Out, – Uncle Misha repeated after me. Alright, my treat... – and he handed me a pack.

We lit up. We smoked in silence, like men. Then Uncle Misha said:

– Want to go to the river tomorrow?

– Can we?

– With me, everything's possible... I'll take you to help me during quiet hour, and then we'll sneak off to the river.

– Oh, thank you, Uncle Misha... Can I take another cigarette with me? – I grew bolder.

– Take two... – Uncle offered generously.

Then he took me to my unit and, after talking to the counselor, went back to his place...

The next day, I waited for quiet hour, probably like waiting for New Year's. After lunch, Uncle Misha peeked into the unit and took me to "help" in the projection booth. We came to his place, there Uncle Misha turned on the tape recorder and treated me to tea with candy. Then we smoked.

– So, should we clean up, or go to the river?

– To the river, of course, really, can we?

– You're asking...

We locked up the little house and went through the grove to the river. At the river, Uncle Misha purposely took me to a spot where our counselors never go, and generally no one ever goes. The sun had warmed the water and it just beckoned us to swim.

– Oh, Uncle Misha, I don't have any swim trunks...

– What a tragedy, who are you shy around? Me? I don't have trunks either, – said Uncle and took off his tracksuit pants along with his underwear.

I saw curls and a big sausage between his legs. At the end of the sausage was a blue knob. I turned away shyly and started hurriedly undressing. I already had some light fuzz starting to show, but still, everything on me looked completely childish. I undressed and we climbed into the water.

In the water, we frolicked to our heart's content and the tension that arose on the shore dissipated. I still swam poorly, and Uncle Misha helped me, supporting me and showing me how. Then, swimming up to him, already not touching the bottom with my feet, I hung onto his neck. Hanging like that once again, I felt something pressing against my leg, I automatically grabbed it with my hand and suddenly realized what it was.

– Easy there, buddy, – said Uncle Misha. – Let's go to the shore. We need to get back...

Getting out of the water, I saw that Uncle Misha's cock had gotten even bigger and was sticking straight up.

– What, Deniska, never seen a hard cock before? – asked Uncle Misha.

– No, I haven't... What's wrong with it?

– Well, you see, you were kicking your legs so much that it got hard.

– Why is that, – I didn't understand.

– Well, you see... How should I put it? Here, look, want to touch it?

– Can I?

– Yeah, go ahead...

I moved closer with interest and touched his cock. It twitched, and Uncle Misha said:

– Look how it's done, – and taking my palm in his, he grasped his dick and moved it up and down, jerking off... – Got it?

– Yeah, got it, – I answered and continued to jerk him off, exposing his foreskin and examining it with interest.

– Deniska, you're touching me so gently that I'm gonna cum soon.

– What's that like?

– You've never seen it? Want to watch?

– I don't know... okay...

Uncle Misha took his dick in his hand and after a few jerks, he shot. The jizz that flew out landed on my shoulder.

– See, that's jizz, that's how all men cum. And you, haven't you ever jerked off?

– No, I haven't.

– Try it, it's a blast.

Then we got ready and returned to the camp. In the evening after the movie, I helped Uncle Misha again. He was drunk. We smoked, then he offered me a drink, I agreed. We drank and Uncle Misha complained that this session there wasn't a single decent chick. Usually, girls here would give him head and suck him off. I imagined how some girl would put such a sausage in her mouth... Yeah, cool... in my fantasy, first Uncle Misha stuck it in a girl's mouth, and then I poked my dick into her mouth...

– Maybe you'll suck me off, Deniska?

– How's that? – I was taken aback by the sudden change of picture. Now it wasn't a girl taking my dick in her mouth, but Uncle Misha's blue knob was in front of my face...

– Well, you're my friend, right?

– Well, friend...

– So come on, as a friend, suck it, huh?

– No, I can't...

– Well then fuck off, and don't come back, tomorrow I'll find myself another helper... Since you can't help a friend...

– Uncle Mish, – come on, I'd rather wash the floors and dust everywhere...

– I don't need your damn floors... I need to calm my dick down... Well, as you wish... I asked you as a friend, and you...

– Okay, fine, you wore me down... I just don't know how...

– It's okay, – Uncle Misha immediately spoke gently, – take it and suck it, like a candy.

Uncle Misha pulled down his tracksuit pants along with his underwear and his bolt appeared before my eyes. I got on my knees and touched it with one hand. It twitched from my touch, I sighed and pressed my lips to it. I sucked clumsily, but it still clearly gave Uncle Misha indescribable pleasure – he growled gutturally and tousled my hair. Soon he groaned and came. The sperm hit my mouth in a hot, bitter stream, I swallowed it out of surprise and almost choked.

– Well, Deniska, now I see you're a real friend, said Uncle Misha.

Then he gave me something to wipe myself with and took me to the unit, giving me a pack of cigarettes as a parting gift.

In the unit, I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Going out to the toilet at night, I lit a cigarette. For some reason, I felt bad.

It seemed to me that I had done something wrong and that I shouldn't have sucked Uncle Misha off. I felt deceived, as if I had been tricked and used... Returning to bed, I fell asleep with difficulty.

The next day, after lunch, Uncle Misha appeared again. I couldn't look him in the eye, but he came up to me and asked:

– So, will you come help me?

– I'll come... – I answered without raising my eyes.

And so, during quiet hour, I was at his place again.

– What's wrong, Deniska, looking down?

– Nothing... – I grumbled.

– Sulking... Did I offend you or something? – I was drunk, I don't remember anything...

– Really? – I asked hopefully.

– Well, yeah... – I remember we drank together and that's it... I don't remember a damn thing after that... Did you get back to the unit yourself? By the way, did you get in trouble there?

– No, no one noticed, you took me back yourself...

– Well, I'll be damned, I don't remember anything... – Uncle Misha laughed.

His words immediately made me feel better and I took out a cigarette and lit up.

– And I was wondering where my cigarettes went?

– You gave them to me yesterday.

– Well, okay, will you share? – he smiled broadly.

Soon we were chatting cheerfully, having forgotten what happened. Then I washed the floors, wiped the dust, and finally helped him get some things from the cupboard. He lifted me up there, holding me by the butt. When I got everything that was needed, I noticed that Uncle Misha's tracksuit was tenting up...

And I suddenly even felt offended, like, I sucked him off yesterday, and he doesn't even remember... What a jerk! I remembered the feeling of his flesh in my mouth and the strong hands in my hair. And if in the morning I was burning with shame and anger at myself for being a fool, now for some reason I wanted to feel his dick in my mouth again.

Uncle Misha opened one of the boxes; there was a skirt and a blouse inside.

– Can you imagine, there's all sorts of stuff here, here's even girls' clothes... Want me to dress you up as a girl...

– What for?

– Well, just for fun. We can't go to the river – it's raining. But we can dress you up – have a laugh, then have a drink and play cards...

– Will it really be fun?

– Of course, have you ever worn girls' clothes?

– No, I haven't.

– See, you should try it. When I was your age, I used to cross-dress for laughs...

– Okay, fine, let's do it, I'll try.

I took off my shorts and T-shirt, putting on the blouse and skirt. My briefs were peeking out from under the skirt – it was funny and we both laughed.

– Hey, take off your underwear, I've already seen you without it anyway...

I took off my underwear, remaining in the blouse and skirt.

– What a cool chick you make. Let's say you're my girlfriend, and I'm your boyfriend.

He hugged me and kissed me on the lips. We kissed until we were dizzy, I completely lost control of myself.

– Let me call you Natasha, – said Uncle Misha.

– Okay, I'll be Natasha, – I answered playfully and hugged him.

We kissed again, then he asked:

– Remember, I told you girls used to suck me off?

– Yes. I remember.

– And you, Natasha, don't you want to do something nice for Uncle?

– I don't know. How? – I continued the game.

– Well, suck my cock...

– I don't know how...

– Just try, you'll manage, – Uncle Misha insisted.

Here I gave in again and, bending down, took the head of his huge cock into my mouth.

Uncle Misha was already wound up and within a couple of minutes I was swallowing his sperm. And he kept saying.

– There you go, Natasha, good girl, little sucker...

Our games continued for two weeks, a couple of times we went to the river, the rest of the time we were at his place. I would dress up, we would kiss for a long time, then after a bit of resistance I would suck him off and go back to the unit.

The guys in the unit told a lot of juicy jokes and stories, from which I learned that guys like me are called "waffles," and that it's very shameful. So I was terribly tormented, afraid that someone would find out about me and Uncle Misha, but later, when I came to him, I myself wanted to dress up as Natasha and suck him off.

On visiting day, no one came to see me, so Uncle Misha took me for the whole day. We spent half the day at the river, then went to his place, where I became Natasha again... But this time Uncle Misha said he wanted to try and fuck me, like a girl...

I got scared and asked him not to do it, but he wouldn't let up...

– I'll just try, if it hurts, I'll stop right away...

– Well, if it's just to try... – I gave in again.

He put me on all fours and lifted the skirt. Then he smeared some kind of cream on my butt. Soon I felt his thick head at my anus. He rubbed it up and down, increasing the pressure. My whole body was trembling, I couldn't relax at all. Uncle Misha pressed harder and I howled in pain...

– Ouch ouch ouch – Uncle, it hurts...

– Oh, I can't, it hurts a lot, – I started crying.

– Okay, let's try a different way. – He laid me on my back and, putting my legs on his shoulders, tried to enter. This time, the head of his dick, after pressure, squeezed into my butt, it became very painful and I couldn't take it...

– AAAAAH – I screamed and cried...

– Okay, I won't do it anymore, – said Uncle Misha, – calm down, it's all good now...

I calmed down with difficulty and Uncle Misha took me back to the unit. The next day, my mom came. I was a child again and happy like a child. We immediately went to the river and I swam naked. Then mom said she'd like to swim too, but she didn't have a swimsuit.

So she sent me to guard the path, and she herself undressed and went into the water. I sat behind a slope on the path and peeked at her through the bushes. It was the first time I'd seen a naked woman. Tits and hair between her legs, it was very pleasant to look at her. Mom finished swimming and stretched out on the grass to sunbathe, spreading her legs and arms. I was enjoying the sight when suddenly someone's hand fell on my shoulder. It was Uncle Misha.

– Peeking? – he asked mischievously.

– No, I'm guarding... That's my mom...

– Mom is good, said Uncle Misha and went towards her.

– Mom, mom, – this is Uncle Misha, our projectionist. – I ran after him.

Hearing this, mom got up and started getting dressed, leaving her panties and bra on, she tried to put on her sundress, but either from her clumsiness or her cunning, it just wouldn't go on, and mom stood before us completely naked, displaying her charms. Finally, she put it on and started scolding us.

– Aren't you ashamed, I'm getting dressed here, and you're staring.

– Well, we didn't see anything bad, everything is very even... – Uncle Misha grinned.

– Mom, – this is Uncle Misha, our projectionist, – I chimed in.

– Very nice, – Lyudmila Aleksandrovna. – mom smiled.

– Just call me Mikhail, – asked Uncle Misha.

– Okay, then you call me just Lyudmila too.

The three of us went for a walk – we looked around the camp and all the local sights, and Uncle Misha kept telling mom something, and she laughed non-stop. After lunch, mom started getting ready and said it was time for her to go and took me to the unit for quiet hour. We said goodbye.

About fifteen minutes later, I said the projectionist was waiting for me again, and ran to his little house.

The door was closed, but from inside came squelching, moans, and some other sounds. I pressed against the keyhole, but I could only see Uncle Misha from the back. A woman's legs were on his shoulders and he was fucking her heartily and vigorously. I decided to try looking in the window. From there it was indeed better to see, but what...

Uncle Misha was fucking my mom, and she, rolling her eyes in bliss, was moaning and squealing. Uncle Misha was fucking her with his huge cock... A thrust, another, another, he went still, came – I realized. He pulled out his cock, the head was huge and all wet with lube and sperm – Uncle Misha didn't believe in condoms. Suddenly he noticed me, and I jumped down from the window and took off running.

Hiding in the bushes behind the dining hall, I cried. How could he, he's supposed to be a friend, why did he do that? Not finding an answer, I kept asking new meaningless questions. Then I calmed down and lit a cigarette, my mom slowly drifted past on the path towards the bus stop. It seemed to me she was very pleased and thinking about something pleasant, smiling broadly and swaying her hips.

I wandered back to the unit and ran into Uncle Misha.

– What's up, champ, not cheerful? Let's go, watch some TV, chat... – he said as if nothing had happened.

– I'm not going anywhere with you! Why did you do that to my mom? And you call yourself a friend...

– Come on, you dummy, she wanted it herself... You see, I went to my place, and she suddenly came back from the stop... What's wrong? It's normal, you understand?

He put his arm around my shoulders and led me to his place, I was sobbing the whole way...

– Look, I didn't do anything to your mom, just fucked her, that's all. – You sucked dick and nothing bad happened to you, right?

– Well, right... – A feeling of jealousy clearly appeared in me, replacing the feeling of annoyance. My friend understood this and said, do you want me to fuck you too?

– Oh no, that hurts... Better in the mouth...

– Well, in the mouth then. – Said Uncle Misha and took out his stallion.

He hadn't even washed it after fucking and it was still all wet with leftover jizz and lube and smelled different. Then I realized it smelled like pussy... my mom's pussy... I opened my mouth and started sucking. This time I sucked for a very long time, probably mom had gotten her fill and Uncle Misha hadn't had time to recover. Suddenly I heard a rustle under the window and saw that someone was peeking.

– Uncle Misha, I shouted, – there, outside the window, someone's watching... – the sound of flip-flops moving away was heard from outside the window.

– Why are you shouting like that, you imagined it... maybe let's try again, like with your mom?

I was stunned, the annoyance about mom, the fear that someone had seen – all receded into the background. I still remembered the pain, but I also remembered how the dick's head had entered me, I wanted to feel it inside me again:

– But what if one of the guys really saw?

– So what if they saw, let them just squeak... I'll tear them a new one, you tell them that... So? Come on, lie on the table...

I lay on the table, Uncle Misha smeared my hole again and slipped a finger in.

– Well, see, it doesn't hurt...

– No, it doesn't hurt, – I answered and immediately felt two fingers inside me...

– Well, good, that it doesn't hurt. – said Mikhail and pressed his cock against me...

This time the head seemed to slip in... no, it hurt, but not so much that I couldn't bear it...

Uncle Misha slowly pushed deeper. At some point, I felt pain, or maybe not pain, but some new feeling. I guess I jerked and my fucker stopped. Then he slowly moved back, and again forward – again my body received a new thrust. If the first time, I could have broken free and not let the dick in, this time my body no longer belonged to me, it seemed to want only one thing – to receive another thrust like that, I wanted a good fucking...

It lasted about three or four minutes. My consciousness went somewhere, I just rocked in rhythm with the fucking and moaned, and suddenly I was seized and jizz flowed from my dick, at the same moment I felt a burst of warmth in my butt, it was a complete high...

– See, – and you didn't want to. – said Uncle Misha. And you even came like a girl... You haven't ever come before, right? Wow, and right away like that... You enjoyed it too... Alright, wash up, get dressed, and run to the unit, you've been here too long. Come tomorrow – if you want, I'll fuck you again...

– Okay, I'll come, – we had a smoke, I cleaned myself up and ran to the unit...

In the unit, the guys looked at me sideways and were all whispering, but no one said anything directly, probably they were also afraid of Uncle Misha, and now I was afraid to go to him too. After a couple of days, I wanted to feel his warmth inside me again and I came to the projection booth, but there was another person there – his name was Uncle Alik. He told me that Uncle Misha had finished his shift and left, now he would be our projectionist.

My heart sank – what would happen when the guys found out Uncle Misha was gone?

But I was lucky, no one bothered me anyway, only a nickname got attached to my name: "Deniska the sausage," "Deniska, – where's the sausage?", "Denis – suck-this" and the like. I barely made it to the end of the session and was glad to finally be home... I never saw Uncle Misha again, but I remembered our love games for a long time...