.boring...shopping...mall...etc." However, this isnot a "formula" story; these things, to the best of my recollection,really happened to me, and they...are what helped to make me thesubmissive sissy I am today.As I've said already, I was from Brooklyn, NY, and unlike today thereweren't any mega-malls around. In fact, while I could be wrong, thefirst mall in the NYC area that opened was called Kings Shopping Mall orCenter. It opened in the Bay Parkway (?) area, sometime around 1965(give or take. Brian also reviewed the time I should arrive with gear on and reviewed tenting assignments and he said I would be in his tent.It’s Friday night now, 5 PM and I had just gotten dropped off and was supposed to check in with Brian as he was my patrol leader and the person responsible for me on this trip. About 16 other scouts were going and eight of them were in my patrol and they all showed up with rugby shirts, and jeans. When I got to the campsite; we had to do a lot of walking from the cars to. The admission made, the desire to suck became insatiable. I dropped to my knees, took his thick cock in my hands and stroked it."You're a cocksucker, Greg," he pointed out, using my name for the first time, "Get sucking."I leaned forward, opened my mouth and took the soft cock in.Instantly I felt two things:1. How natural it felt to be on my knees with a cock in my mouth.2. In awe of just how thick his cock was.I started very tentatively, fascinated by the sensation of his cock hardening in my. People want to have a fairy tale, you know. They want somebody just like them, but in perfection.’ I would nod, silently. They put more make-up on, changed the light angle a little and there was the happy ending they longed for. They told me I didn’t know where my place was. I always knew how to handle my body. As soon as I entered the set I knew how to drape myself, what face to put on and I wouldn’t even forget the smile they had tailor made in store for me. Still, they asked me why I was.