Story about a young man who throughout his life attracts women and homosexual men like flies

The shrink said that I should write down everything that
I can remember about my life, thirty years worth of
living is a hell of a lot to put down on paper so I think
I’ll just hit the high points, there’s a hell of a lot of
those too, come to think of it. Basically the shrink
reckons that I’m being driven nuts by my repressed
feelings of guilt which was not why I went to see him in
the first place, the reason I went to see him was to find
some way to turn off my sex appeal before it killed me,
his laughter at my request was not at all encouraging.

After a couple of sessions the shrink decided that my
problem was guilt about something that had happened in my
past, hence the scribblings, pity he didn’t tell his
secretary that was what was wrong with me, if she jumps
me one more time I’ll scream. Life’s hard being an
unwilling God’s gift to women (and men if they can catch
me)!

I suppose I should start with my family, well, there was
my father, he was a randy bastard, then there was my
mother, now she’d fuck anything that held still long
enough. Both my parents worked long hours so most of my
time was spent with childminders during my formative
years, nevertheless I still saw a lot of my parents and,
in hindsight, it was strange the way my mother was always
touching me and holding me.

Then there was my older sister Emma, she was four years
older than me and always seemed to be fascinated with my
John Thomas, in certain respects she took after my
mother, like wanting to be fucked by anything in trousers
even before she got old enough. Finally there was my
brother Mark, the oldest child, six years older than me
and a raving poof, or so we discovered when he turned
thirteen. Strangely the uninhibited nature of my family
coincided with my birth or so I was told.

I suppose it all started when I was six, it may have been
earlier for all I know, but that’s when my memories
start, it was the childminder and the randy cow must have
been fifty if she was a day. Naturally at that age I was
innocent and curious about everything and the first
experience that I remember was while I was having a bath
after some fun with mud.

I can still remember the woman scolding me for getting
all dirty as she scrubbed me clean, I didn’t mind baths
too much so I was merrily splashing around in the water
and, quite by accident, I wet her dress. The woman gave
me a glare then stripped off the wet dress before getting
back to scrubbing me, I’m damned if I can remember her
name after all this time, but I do remember that she had
boobs as big as footballs, I also remember bashing them a
few times until she scolded me.

Having successfully cleaned my upper half she started in
on my lower half, she had me stand and lathered my nether
regions and that was when it happened, it was as though
someone had flicked a switch, one minute she was washing
me, the next she was tugging my Wee Willie Winkie. Not
only that, she took one of my hands and shoved it into
her bra, I can still remember the squeal she gave when I
grabbed hold of her huge nipple and tried to milk it like
a cow’s teat, I hadn’t a clue what I was doing, but I
knew that she was enjoying it and I was getting something
from it too.

A little while later she got me out of the bath, whipped
of her volumous knickers and put my hand to her big hairy
twat, well I pushed and pulled at it and nearly lost my
hand in her fanny, but it did the trick. With a squeal
she started shaking while I flopped around with my hand
caught in her suddenly tight pussy. That was it for that
day, as soon as her shakes ended the woman pulled my hand
from her pussy and the fun was over, she made me promise
not to tell anyone what had happened and while I puzzled
over this she dried me then got me dressed.

From that day on the woman would get me to ‘handle’ her
while I was in her care, it got to the point that she
would wear no knickers and as soon as the door had closed
on my parents she’d grab my hand and stick it up her
fanny. I can’t really say that I got excited about any of
this, hell I hadn’t a clue what was going on apart from
the fact that this woman kept getting my hand sticky.

It all came to an end after a couple of months when
either from guilt or fear the woman told my parents that
she could no longer look after me, but things weren’t
that bad as I had started school and only needed a part
time minder anyway.

My new minder was a much younger woman, newly married and
very much in love with her husband, she would pick me up
from infant school and look after me until either my
mother or my father came to collect me later in the
evening. Shortly after I went to this woman, I think her
name was Rosalind, she began to act rather strangely,
she’d pick me up from school then rush me back to her
home and shove me in a chair before rushing off to her
bedroom, about half an hour later she would return
looking flushed and breathless.

Innocent little me didn’t have a clue as to what this all
meant, but with the hindsight of experience I guess she
was rushing off to have a wank, I suppose if I had gone
to a mixed school my ‘problem’ would have been spotted,
but it was all boys together so no-one noticed except
Rosalind.

Again, with the hindsight of experience I would have
known that the way the other boy’s mothers pawed me
whenever I came in contact with them would have told me
something was not quite right. Anyway Rosalind looked
after me for two years, in other words through infant
school and part of junior school before telling my
parents that she could no longer look after me.

The reason for Rosalind being unable to look after me was
an event that occurred just after my eighth birthday,
she’d met me at the school and escorted me home as usual,
but this day my curiosity maded me ask why she always
disappeared as soon as we got in her front door. I can
still remember her reply clearly as she stood in the hall
fidgeting.

“You have a strange effect on me Paul,” she’d sighed, “I
have to go upstairs or I’ll do things to you.”

“Why not do things to me then?” I replied in my
innocence.

I can still remember the sigh Rosalind gave as she knelt
down in front of me, she leant forward and kissed me and
that had been that, standing up she took my hand and led
me up to her bedroom, closed the curtains, stripped naked
and then told me to get undressed.

Puzzled I did as she asked then lay on the bed beside her
when she asked me to, even at eight I was a randy little
sod, though I didn’t realise what it all meant at the
time, but I soon found out.

Guiding my every move Rosalind had me stroke her body,
play with her tits and nipples then finger her pussy
until she cried out and shuddered, all the while she
pleaded with me not to tell anyone what we did and
between pleading she kissed me.

The finale came when Rosalind had me finger her near to
climax then pulled me on top of her shuddering body and
guided my stiff little cock into her pussy, it didn’t
take me long to figure out what to do or that I really
liked it and when I finally dry climaxed inside her I
felt better than I ever had in my life. So vanished my
virginity.

When the act was completed Rosalind held me and cried,
her voice cracked as she sobbed out an apology for what
she had done and that very night she told my parents that
she couldn’t take me any more.

My parents tried five other childminders over the next
few months, but each one told my parents that they
couldn’t take me after only a few weeks, in one case
after only a day, every one of them was quick to point
out that it was nothing that I had done that had prompted
their decision.

Rather than try to find a new childminder my parents
decided that my brother was old enough at fourteen to
take care of my sister and myself after school, this of
course meant that I walked home by myself or in the
company of other kids who lived near to us. Oddly there
was never a lack of mum’s who would drag their kids out
of their way just to walk me home, well it seemed odd
then.

Anyway, once I was home I was in the care of my brother
as was my sister, sort of, the pair of them bossed me
about while arguing between themselves as to who was in
charge, on the whole though I was left pretty much to
myself and would lurk in the bedroom I shared with my
brother while he and my sister argued.

The years passed quite quickly, being mainly in the
company of my family or my school mates very little
happened, there were a few odd events, mainly with the
mothers of other boys, but compared to what had happened
with Rosalind they are hardly worth mentioning.

It was when I hit eleven that things started to get
‘interesting’, by then I knew a bit more about sex and
understood what had happened with Rosalind in the
physical sense even if I couldn’t figure out the why of
it, at about that time my brother, who was then
seventeen, informed us that he was gay. If an atomic bomb
had been dropped it wouldn’t have caused more of a stir
than that announcement. For me it explained why my
brother was always watching me when he was wanking in our
room.

After a while we all grew used to the idea and life
returned more or less to normal, I must admit that I was
a bit more cautious around my brother than before, not
that it did me a lot of good in the end.

I’d done my eleven plus and school had broken up for the
summer holiday, mum and dad left me in the care of my
brother and sister while they went out to work, but as I
was older I had a bit more freedom to do as I wanted
especially as Mark and Emma had affairs of their own to
attend to.

So it was that half my time was spent either out and
about with boys from my school or on my tod at home, the
other half was spent in the company of either my brother
or my sister, but never both, they seemed to have worked
out some sort of rota between them. Thus it was that I
found myself home alone with my brother one damp and
blustery summer day. For some reason my brother Mark kept
following me around the house, I can remember his eyes
burning into me wherever I went, but he was my brother,
and apart from being a wooly woofter his actions didn’t
concern me much.

About mid-morning I decided to go to our room and have a
read, Mark came with me and while I lay on my bed reading
he lay on his bed watching me. A little while later he
got up, undressed and lay back down again, I didn’t pay
him much attention I’m afraid as I was engrossed in my
book.

When I did eventually glance up I saw Mark lying there
wanking himself, there was nothing unusual in this so I
went back to my book. A few minutes later I became aware
of Mark standing by my bed, I looked up at him wondering
what he wanted. My brother was bigger and much stronger
than me so when he reached down and dragged me to my feet
there was little I could do about it except yell, The
next minute Mark had me on my knees in front of him and
was pushing his cock at my mouth. Of course I clamped my
mouth tightly shut only he held my nose until I was
forced to gasp for breath through my mouth and in his
cock went. So I did the only thing that I could do, I bit
him, hard!

With a yell Mark jumped away from me and grabbed his
cock, his face was filled with anger as he looked to see
if there was any damage to his pride and joy and I
decided that it would be wise to get out of the room only
I didn’t act fast enough, his fist hit me in the gut
before I had taken more than a step. Gasping I doubled
over and my brother grabbed hold of me and kneed me in
the balls, when my eyes uncrossed I was half naked and
the rest of my clothes were on their way off, naturally I
struggled, but another fist to the gut put an end to
that, wheezing and naked I was pushed face down on my
bed.

There was a momentary pause in which I partially regained
my breath, but before I could capitalise on it my brother
had his hand on my back pushing me into the mattress,
thank God his cock was thin and short because the next
thing I felt was him pushing it at my arse. A second
later his cock burst into me making me scream as pain
shot through my behind. He must have lubricated his cock
because it was sliding in me easily as he fucked me.
Yelling and wriggling I tried to get him to stop, but it
was not to be and as Mark groaned and pushed into me one
last time I felt a spreading heat in my bowels.

When my brother eventually moved off of me I called him
every name I could think of then threatened to tell our
parents, it didn’t seem to faze him at all as he stood
there wiping his cock with a towel and grinning down at
me.

I can truthfully say that I got no pleasure from that
incident, it was my first experience with homosexuality
and it was definitely an unpleasant experience as were
all the other times my brother screwed me, but he never
got me to suck his cock which was one small triumph.

Later that evening I told my parents what had happened,
dad frowned and mum sighed, but apart from that they did
bugger all which was how I ended up as my brother’s doll,
I learnt that it hurt less if I just let him get on with
it, but I never enjoyed it with Mark.

Emma didn’t get home until late on the day Mark fucked me
so she didn’t find out about it until the next day, it
was her turn to stay home with me and she was very
sympathetic to my plight, or so I thought.

Not an hour after we were alone she took me up to her
room, undressed in front of me then invited me to get
‘comfortable’ as well, when I hesitated she barked out an
order at me.

As soon as I was naked my sister pulled me down on the
bed and began to kiss me, she took my hands and guided
them to her tits and pussy and I remembered the incident
with Rosalind, wiser now it was obvious what my sister
wanted and though I felt a little stunned by what was
happening I had less objections to her attentions than to
my brother’s. So I fucked her.

Boy did I fuck her, she was wailing and thrashing and
bleating under me or on top of me, what the neighbours
must have thought was impossible to guess, what Emma
thought was no mystery at all, she was loving it! It
seemed that apart from being above averagely endowed cock
wise I was also a ‘long player’, at least that’s what
Emma reckoned, all I know is that I enjoyed fucking my
sister a lot more than being fucked by my brother.

Unfortunately Mark came home early and heard what was
going on, that evening he took great pleasure in telling
our parents, the hypocritical bastard, dad frowned and
mum sighed, but apart from that they did bugger all for
which I was extremely grateful, although Mark wasn’t too
pleased about it.

When he bitched about the fact that Emma and I were at it
even more dad sighed. “If its good enough for you its
good enough for Emma,” dad declared then buried his nose
in a paper.

Though the comment was rather cryptic it shut my brother
up and made my sister smile, I wasn’t quite sure whether
to smile or frown, but I knew it would do me no good to
complain. In this way I became the plaything of my sister
as well, not that I objected too strongly to that. But it
did get a little tiring being buggered by my brother one
day and fucked by my sister the next. I was praying for
the holidays to end when mum decided to take a couple of
days off work to be with me. I felt relieved that she
would be around to protect me from the predatory actions
of my siblings, boy was I in for a shock!

The first day she was home mum booted Mark and Emma out
of the house, grabbed my hand and dragged me up to her
room, now my mother was an attractive woman with plenty
to offer in all departments, but hell, she was my mother
and I nearly wet myself in surprise when she undressed
and told me to do the same.

I protested and begged her not to do this, but mum was
adamant, in the end I gave in to her and stripped, barely
were my clothes off my back than she was pulling me on
top of her. To my shame I have to admit that fucking my
mother was better than fucking my sister, probably
because mum was more experienced and really knew how to
excite a man. It was my mother who sucked my cock for the
first time and who also taught me how to lick pussy, I
must admit that I liked pussy licking and never lost an
opportunity to indulge myself from that point on. This
time no-one told dad, though I think he must have
suspected.

It became the pattern for me to get fucked by Mark, then
by Emma and then by my mother, even after the holidays
ended and I went to my new school the three of them found
time and the opportunity to fuck me at least once a week.

By the end of that summer holiday I had to be the most
experienced lover going and all courtesy of my family,
the only one who never touched me was my father and I
think even he was tempted at times. Thank God I didn’t
have any other relatives!

The new school was a mixed school, not only were there
girls there some of the teachers were female as well and
this really made life complicated for me, complicated and
very tiring. How I made it through school at all is a
miracle I have yet to work out.

Right from day one I found myself the target of every
female in the place, I just had to walk into a room and
all the girls would look my way and as for the teachers,
hell, I was always in detention and it was always the
women teachers that put me there. Mind you most of those
teachers were quite attractive, but it was the principle
of the thing. I was there to learn not get laid, I got
enough of that at home! Yet not a day went by without me
being accosted by one female at the very least, the
incidents are to numerous to list so I’ll hit just a few
of the high spots.

Five days after joining the school I had my first
detention, it was handed out by my math teacher, a Mrs.
Green, mind you I was surprised to be getting detention
as I hadn’t done a damned thing to deserve it, I hadn’t
even cleared my throat so I was all ready to protest when
I reported to the room where said punishment was to be
held. Opening the door I found the room to be empty, I
was in two minds whether I should go in or wait outside,
but I decided to go in and at least be able to sit down
while I waited, five minutes later Mrs. Green arrived.

She was a woman in her late forties, well preserved I
suppose, but not the sort of woman I would normally pay
much notice to, apart from anything else she was married,
but it didn’t seem to bother her any, oh no. As she
closed the door I heard an ominous click that sounded
just like a door being locked, I still was puzzling about
this when Mrs. Green came over to where I was sitting,
pulled me to my feet and kissed me. I will say one thing
for her, she certainly knew how to kiss.

Before I knew what was happening she was leaning back on
a desk with my cock in her pussy and her legs wrapped
around my back, I had been more than a little surprised
when she’d pulled me to her, but to discover that she was
wearing no knickers had been a shock. Nevertheless I did
the business, fucking her long and slow the way I liked
it, after all if I was going to get assaulted I wanted to
get something out of it too.

Just for the hell of it I opened Mrs Green’s blouse while
I was humping away, I can’t say that I was that
interested in her boobs, but it added to the pleasure of
the moment for both of us, her more than me I think.
When I eventually filled her with my seed my math teacher
gave a little yelp just like a dog, through the bliss of
my climax I had to stifle a laugh at the noise.

As soon as my cock showed signs of wilting Mrs Green
pushed me off her and stood up, she looked dishevelled
and her knees seemed a little wobbly, but she also looked
satisfied as she told me to go home.

Needless to say I didn’t bother mentioning the incident
to anyone, based on the lack of action from my parents
when I had spoken up I thought it would be a total waste
of time. I was right about that, because one of the other
members of staff had seen what happened or at least part
of it and had reported the event to the school’s
headmistress.

The very next day I was summoned to the presence of the
headmistress, I was ushered into her office and the
secretary was told that the head was not to be disturbed
for anything, five minutes later this figure of authority
was riding my cock like there was no tomorrow while I
tried to figure out how I had ended up on my back on her
floor.

The next really memorable event came in the second year,
as usual I had hidden myself away in a quiet corner of
the school field in an effort to keep out of the clutches
of the female pupils and staff, it was too risky for me
to be seen in the open so I never got to make friends of
my own sex, but the last thing I had expected was to be
hunted down by a pack of the bitches.

I had barely hidden myself behind some bushes when there
was a rustling and three faces peered round the bush at
me, they were all sixth form girls, well developed young
women, I hesitate to use the term ‘ladies’ as they were
anything but ladylike in their actions.

Blinking in surprise I looked at the six grinning faces
peering at me, where the hell the other three had come
from was a mystery to me, but I didn’t want to hang
around to solve it, like a greyhound from a trap I was
off and running only I felt more like the hare as they
leapt after me. Putting it bluntly I should have zigged
instead of zagged because I ended up in an isolated
corner of the field with no way forward and six hungry
girls behind me, turning at bay I pressed my back to the
thick concrete fence and whimpered as they reached out
for me.

I was still whimpering when they eventually left me
alone, gathering up my clothes I dressed, wincing at my
aching cock and wishing that I could go home, walking
gingerly across the field to the school I headed back to
class for my math lesson only to receive a detention for
being late, thank God I had the rest of the afternoon to
recover.

In the third year I had my very first school medical, I
was feeling quite relaxed about it until I discovered
that the doctor was a woman, she had taken one look at
me, licked her lips and told the supervising teacher to
put me aside until she could examine me more closely. I
don’t know about anything else, but she certainly
examined my cock closely by eye, hand, mouth and pussy.
Christ did she make the most of me and the worst part
about it was that she was the ugliest woman I had ever
clapped eyes on, she would have scared the shit out of
Quasimodo. She was just so ugly, but a cock is stupid and
doesn’t give a shit what it pokes, I just kept my eyes
shut.

There were around three hundred girls in the school plus
ten women teachers, if I escaped the clutches of any one
of them it must have been a sheer miracle and then when I
went home one of my family members would grab me. I can’t
say that it wasn’t fun, at times it was absolutely
fantastic, but God was it tiring and at times, like with
the school doctor, it was sickening.

When exam time came around I had no problems with them, I
was too concerned about who would grab me next to worry
about a little thing like exams which was probably why I
did so well. Mind you I was nabbed every time I set foot
outside the examination hall, but I made it through the
first five years and hit the sixth form with a plethora
of ‘O’ levels and a grim determination to remain
unmolested while I studied for my ‘A’ levels.

So much for grim determination, I had just set foot
inside the door of the sixth form block on the first day
back when a slender female arm reached out of a tutors
room, grabbed my arm and pulled me into the room with a
speed and strength that just wasn’t human. As the door
slammed shut I was being groped by a female that seemed
to swarm all over me, her hands were everywhere and boy
did she work fast, my cock was out and being wanked
before you could yell ‘rape’, not that I had a chance to
yell for I was being kissed hard at the same time.

When I at last got to see the face of my attacker I
didn’t recognise her, looking up at her while she bounced
up and down on my cock I wondered just who the hell she
was, at the same time I went through the usual motions of
reaching up to the woman’s tits. Some time later I shot
my seed into her pussy and groaned as she ground her
pussy on me, when she finally got off me I sighed, got to
my feet, put my cock away and headed for the door.

“By the way,” I said over my shoulder as I opened the
door, “Who are you?”

“I’m you’re form tutor,” she smiled dreamily while I
groaned quietly “Mrs. Ryan.”

The next two years were a blur of female bodies, no
matter where I tried to hide or what I did they tracked
me down, thankfully my home life was a little easier,
Mark had gone to live with a boyfriend and Emma had got
married and moved away which left just my mother to cope
with. Despite all this I managed to study my course,
usually in such unlikely places as locked inside a
cupboard, until I was found, or sitting on the roof of
the sixth form block, until I was found. There didn’t
seem to be one damned place that I could go that I wasn’t
found, even the boys toilets weren’t a safe haven as I
found out when I tried using it as a hiding place back in
the first year.

I thought that things couldn’t get any worse until dad
got a new job and had to give up giving me a lift to
school as his work place was in the opposite direction,
using public transport didn’t worry me at all, until I
actually used it that is. The first time I stepped onto a
crowded bus I felt calm and relaxed, working my way down
towards the back I hung from the rail and let my mind
drift, a moment later I was staring down in disbelief at
the hand working its way into the front of my trousers.

“Do you mind?” I yelped at the blushing woman that owned
the hand.

“Sorry,” she replied pulling her hand from my trousers
with reluctance “I just couldn’t seem to help myself.”

It was the story of my life, but it was also the first
time that it occurred to me that maybe all the woman that
attacked me couldn’t help themselves. It was my first
experience with hindsight and I realised that everything
seemed to happen shortly after I would appear on the
scene.

Slapping the wrist of the woman in front of me while
moving my bum away from the woman sitting behind me I
tried to puzzle out just what the hell it was about me
that caused women to act the way they did. It wasn’t my
looks, though I wasn’t bad looking there were plenty of
men much better looking, so what the hell was it?

I had to put the problem aside to fend off the stroking
and grabbing hands of the female passengers, I breathed a
sigh of relief when I finally got off the bus, though my
relief was short lived. With a yelp I ran from the bus
stop with a bunch of fifth form girls from my school
close on my tail, I made it to the safety of the sixth
form block only to fall victim to Mrs Ryan.

Half an hour later I staggered out to the main block and
sank into a chair, the sound of female voices nearby had
me out of the chair and into the loo’s in an instant only
to reappear when class had started.

To be honest it’s a miracle that I didn’t die of
exhaustion with all the females of all ages, shapes and
sizes that got their hands on me, and women say men are
only after one thing! Between being groped and fucked at
school and at home and being fondled and even wanked on
the bus ride to and from school my cock should have
dropped off, but it remained intact. I suppose that it
had something to do with all the unwanted practise I got.
Nevertheless I made it through to my ‘A’ levels,
something I hadn’t thought I would manage. Not because I
was stupid or anything, but because I was constantly
getting attacked by women.

The next time I hear a bloke say that he wished women
would fall all over him I’m going to punch him in the
mouth, its sheer hell most of the time.

Anyhow, I made it through school more or less in one
piece, those last days when everyone went round saying
their farewells were sheer torture for me as the
‘farewells’ I got from the females at the school were
extremely physical. When I staggered, pardon me, walked
out of the gates for the last time it was with four goals
in mind, first to get a job, second to get a driving
licence, third to get a car and fourth to find out what
it was about me that made women lose all control.

The first was easy, I applied for the best job I could
find and for once my curse worked in my favour, the
personnel officer that interviewed me was a woman, by the
time I got away from her I had the job and a starting
date of three weeks hence at the beginning of the month.
As I left the building I swore to myself that if I ever
came across a woman who’s eyes didn’t shine with lust
thirty seconds after they saw me I would marry her.

Getting a driving licence wasn’t so easy, I’d been taking
driving lessons as soon as I hit seventeen, after being
mauled by a gay instructor and sucked off by a female
instructor I finally got an instructor that wanted to
teach me to drive instead of fucking me, the test date
was the week after school broke up. When I got to the
test centre and signed in I groaned to discover that my
examiner was to be a woman, I’d been feeling nervous
enough already, but this bit of news was enough to make
me quake in my shoes.

However, I waited by the car and when the woman appeared
I was pleasantly surprised to find that she was very
attractive, but I still hoped that she could keep her
hands and other parts to herself, I really wanted my
licence. We got into the car and as I went through my
pre-pull away check I caught sight of the lustful glow in
the eyes of my examiner as I looked in the mirrors.

Things went quite well for all of ten minutes then she
directed me down a side street that ended up nowhere. As
fast as I got the hand-brake on she was in my lap, which
took some doing in a small saloon, but this woman managed
it. She also managed to get her knickers down, my cock
out and into her pussy and all in the space of a few
seconds.

With little choice I fucked her the best I could while
wondering how long it would be before I could get another
test and if I could specify a male examiner the next
time, preferable a straight one. All the time I was
thinking the examiner was bouncing up and down on my cock
and yelling her head off.

By the time I climaxed the car’s windows were all steamed
up and the examiner was sobbing in ecstasy, at least all
the years of getting jumped and humped had taught me how
to satisfy a woman, I just wished that they would stop
leaping on me.

Sliding back to her side of the car the examiner adjusted
her clothing while I opened the windows to let all the
hot air out, then it was back to the test centre where,
to my immense relief the woman passed me. “That was the
best ride I’ve ever had,” the woman commented as she got
out of the car.

Part three of my four part plan was next on the list, for
years I had been saving every penny I got and between
gratuitous gifts in return for favours received, my
pocket money and money from a few odd jobs I did I had
enough to get myself quite a decent motor. Highing me
down to my local purveyor of used bangers I chose my car,
it was an estate car, not what I had intended getting,
but it was the best on the lot and was just within my
price range.

The deal was done, I coughed up the dough and they
coughed up the keys, I drove the car home without tax or
insurance and prayed that if I was pulled over it would
be by a female copper, but I wasn’t pulled over. The very
next day I made the car street legal, the relief I felt
at not having to suffer the indignity of public transport
again could not be described.

Then at last came part four, I’d made an appointment with
my doctor, who was a male and straight, the time had come
to at least find out what was going on with me and women.
When I went into the doctor’s surgery I gulped, the
person behind the desk was neither male or my doctor, it
was female, damned attractive and no doubt a doctor, but
nevertheless it was a female.

“Come in and sit down,” she said looking at me with lust
filled eyes.

“Uh maybe I had better wait until I can see a male
doctor.” I suggested pressing my back to the door.

“Don’t be so silly,” she said firmly, “come over here and
tell me what the problem is.”

So I sat in the indicated chair and launched in on my
problem, while she listened the doctor started to squirm
in her chair, her eyes gleamed with ever growing lust and
I wasn’t sure that she was listening to half of what I
was saying.

“Take your clothes off,” she breathed then pulled herself
together somewhat and repeated herself in a more
professional manner “Take your clothes off and I’ll
examine you.”

Knowing full well where it would all lead I sighed and
stripped in that order, she had me strip down to the buff
then told me to lie on the examination table. I did as I
was told and a few moments later she joined me, her
method of examination was exactly the same as the one
used by the school doctor, her on top thrusting up and
down on my cock while I squeezed her tits. When I
climaxed she sat still for a few moments shuddering then
got off me.

“Lord I’m sorry,” the doctor apologised with a blush, “I
really don’t know what came over me.”

“That’s why I wanted to see a doctor,” I sighed, “to find
out why women and homosexuals lose control around me.”

Well she tried to examine me, but her hands were shaking
with the strain of keeping them off my cock, in the end
she gave up, sucked my cock and advised me to make
another appointment to see my own, male doctor. I got
dressed and went out to the reception and booked the new
appointment while studiously ignoring the lustful gaze of
the receptionist.

The next day I went to the doctors again, this time it
was my own GP I saw, the locum I had seen the day before
had already spoken to him and had admitted that she had
violated my person. After examining me my GP stood back
and scratched his head.

“Well whatever the cause is I can’t find it.” he sighed
“I’ve never heard of anything like it either, if it
wasn’t for the fact that the locum told me what she did I
would have said you’re nuts. I really don’t know what to
suggest, there isn’t a specialist that I can refer you
to, sorry.”

That ended my first attempt to find a reason for my
effect on women, but I was determined to find the answer
and maybe even a solution to the problem. It was a new
craze hitting the scene that gave me the first clue as to
why woman kept jumping me, aromatherapy, something in my
mind went ‘hey, hang on’ and I got in touch with my
doctor.

“Hmm, yes,” he mused when I met him again, “I suppose its
possible. Maybe something like pheromones, I’ll send you
to an endrecrone specialist.”

The following week I started my new job, I had been
looking forward to it and walked into the building
feeling bright and breezy, when I staggered out that
evening I was feeling shagged out, literally. It started
with the receptionist catching me and dragging me into a
store cupboard, then the personnel officer had me in her
office, within five minutes of being placed at my desk I
was surrounded by female employees, between them they
fucked me right through to lunchtime.

I avoided the canteen when I saw how many women there
were in it, not that it did me much good because I went
to the lift to get back up to my floor, the lift doors
opened with a ting and I found myself facing a pair of
secretaries. Before I could back away two pairs of hands
had grabbed me, dragged me into the lift and locked the
lift between floors before ravaging me, by the time
lunchtime was over I was knackered. All through the
afternoon I tried to be inconspicuous, but it was just
like being at school, no matter what I did I got caught
and fucked, thankfully there were only twenty women in
the building even if it did seem like hundreds.

Life fell back into the old routine of me trying to look
everywhere at once ready to run at the merest hint of a
female presence and like before it did me not one whit of
good, with exhausting regularity I was grabbed wanked,
fucked and sucked until I was going cross-eyed. I thought
about leaving, but it dawned on me that wherever I went
it would be the same story, better the terrain I knew
than a new place with no hiding places.

My appointment with the specialist came through and I
cursed when I realised that the hospital I had to go to
was so short of parking space that I would be forced to
get there by tube, even worse it would be during the rush
hour that I would have to travel. That journey was
nightmare, the carriage seemed to be filled with nothing
but women and they lost no time in touching me up, one
woman went so far as to suck my cock between stations
while the train hissed and hummed in the middle of a
tunnel.

What I hadn’t expected though was the reception I got at
the hospital, though I should have, most nurses are
female after all. It was like running a gauntlet to reach
the clinic and I didn’t make it unscathed I might add,
even the clinic itself wasn’t safe, female receptionists
and nurses closed in on me from all sides until I was
rescued by the very man I had been sent to see.

“I can see what the problem is.” the doctor commented
shutting the door to his office in the faces of a dozen
nurses “Has it always been like this?”

“It’s been like this ever since I can remember.” I
sighed.

Following an full examination the specialist took some
blood and urine samples and told me to come back in a
week, he opened the door and peered out into the corridor
then signalled that everything was back to normal. I took
one step outside the door and my personal curse struck,
female eyes turned in my direction closely followed by
their owners, with a yelp I took off like a rocket and
didn’t stop until I was a hundred yards away from the
hospital. The trip home was as much of a nightmare as the
outward journey had been and this was despite the fact
that the rush hour was over.

When I went back to the hospital the following week the
doctor was waiting for me outside, he led me to his
office by a twisted route that avoided contact with other
staff, safe in his office he broke the news to me.

“Well there’s definitely something there,” he sighed,
“unfortunately we can’t identify it. Your whole system
seems to be saturated with a unique pheromone and you
already know the effect it has on the opposite sex.”

“And gays.” I muttered.

“Yes well,” the doctor coughed “I’m afraid that until we
can identify this pheromone there is little we can do to
help you. The problem seems to be that outside your
system the substance loses its potency after a few days,
what I’d like to do is to have you in for a few days so
that we can run some tests.”

“In?” I gasped, “You mean in the hospital?”

“Of course.” he frowned.

“You have got to be joking!” I gasped out, “Me trapped in
a ward with all those nurses, not to mention the female
patients and the visitors.”

“I’m sure we’ll be able to protect you,” the doctor
reassured me.

Like a fool I let him talk me into it, a date was
arranged for me to come in and he escorted me out the way
I had come in.

Protect me? Hell the doctor and his bevy of male
orderlies were nearly killed in the rush, as for me I was
shagged to exhaustion before they finally managed to beat
the crazed bitches off. Nevertheless they managed to do
their tests and came up with a big fat zero, the doctor
tried masking the pheromone with other scents, I still
got molested, but at least I smelt good while it
happened.

It was after the wife of one of the hospital governors
got her hands on me that the doctor admitted defeat, I
left the hospital at the speed of light and even that
wasn’t fast enough! Three times I was collared before I
reached the safety of the street, resigned to my fate I
headed for home doing my best to ignore the gropes,
strokes and squeezes I received along the way only to get
waylaid by my mother as I walked in the door.

It was my mother jumping me that prompted me to get a
flat of my own, I was earning a good wage and could
easily afford a nice place near to the office, but the
idea of all those female estate agents left me cold.
Nonetheless I went flat hunting that weekend and struck
lucky first time, I didn’t even get molested, well not by
the estate agent anyway, he was a straight male.

It took a few weeks to sort out all the paperwork, but at
last I moved into my new, fully furnished home, it was
relief to be able to close the door on the world and not
have to worry about being leapt on by my mother or any
other female come to that, I thought that I was in
heaven. Then came the eye opener, living alone was all
well and good, but there comes a time when one has to go
shopping, up to the point I moved into the flat my mother
had handled that little chore, now I had to do it for
myself.

Walking into the local superstore for the first time was
a terrifying experience, they had these air blowers right
at the door, cool in summer, warm in winter, the damned
things wafted my pheromones into the store and almost
every eye turned to me, married women with kids and
husbands in tow, shop staff, old biddies, young nymphos
and gays they all focused their attention on me.

Trembling I went about my shopping, the store was fairly
full of customers and staff yet there was an ominous
silence that seemed to follow me around the aisles, I’d
almost completed my shop with nothing having happened and
was just beginning to relax as I headed for the milk, the
last item on my list. Without warning a hand snaked out
from behind a row of canned goods, I didn’t even get a
chance to yelp as I was pressed up to the shelves and
kissed hotly, gathering my wits I struggled free of the
woman and headed away at a near run grabbing a container
of milk in passing.

It was as though the event had been the signal to raise
the hue and cry because when I looked over my shoulder it
seemed as though every woman in the place was heading in
my direction, ahead of me the check-outs were empty of
staff and I whimpered a little at the thought of getting
trapped in the store with this mob of randy women. Then I
spotted a lone check-out manned by a male member of
staff, at a run I headed for his till and dumped all my
goods on the conveyor in armfuls. I think he must have
got the idea that I was in something of a hurry to get
away because he was whisking the goods through the bar-
code reader as fast as it would take it.

When I looked up from loading my goods back into the
trolley I looked up and gulped, I was facing wall-to-wall
femininity, pulling out my wallet I waved ten pound notes
under the nose of the bemused youth on the till, he took
the notes and started to fiddle around for my change. So
far none of the women had come through the tills to
surround me, but I knew it would only be a matter of time
before this happened, there were girls as young as ten
and women as old as the hills themselves licking their
lips and watching me lustfully.

“Oh fuck!” I yelped when the mob took a step in my
direction.

I bolted without my change, the trolley rattled and shook
as I hit top gear, behind me there was a collective
mutter and one glance sent me into overdrive as the women
surged forward through the tills. Thank God the car
unlocked by remote, I had the boot open and the trolley
empty in seconds flat, slamming the boot shut I leapt
into the car and hit the central locking just as the car
was surrounded.

For ten minutes the mob of randy cows milled around the
car while I sent up a prayer that my scent would stay
inside the car, my prayer must have been answered because
the crowd started to thin as the women came to their
senses. When I finally drove away from the store it was
with the terrifying thought that I would have to go
through this every week!

In desperation I saw doctor after doctor, quakes,
specialists, nutters, anyone who I thought could help me,
but to no avail. I even tried the church, have you ever
been hunted around a church by a group of randy nuns, no
I don’t suppose you have, well let me tell you that it is
an experience I would have liked to miss out on too, I
ran screaming from the church when I finally managed to
escape.

It was all too much for my poor shattered brain and I had
a sort of nervous breakdown, nothing too serious or that
warranted me being carted off to a funny farm, thank God,
but enough to get me to go and see a shrink. Needless to
say the shrink thought I was nuts even though he had been
forced to beat his receptionist off me, so started the
first of many sessions, Christ did that receptionist have
hands and she used them every time I went to see her
boss. The upshot was this document which I have kept sort
of up to date whenever I get the time and the energy.

EUREKA! Believe it or not the shrink came up with the
answer to my problem, to cut a long story to the bone he
had consulted with some of his other colleagues and
discovered that one of them had a patient with a similar
problem to mine only it was a female and she was getting
the same treatment from men and lesbians, screwed to
death. The shrinks set up a meeting between the two of us
and it was lust at first sight, her pheromones hit me
like a brick wall and mine did the same to her. When we
had sated our lust for a moment the shrinks sent a group
of men and women in to join us.

Both of us cringed at the sight of the intruders then
gasped when nothing happened, deeming it safe the shrinks
came into the room and gave us their theory. According to
them our pheromones cancelled each other out, even though
mine affected Ruth and Ruth’s affected me no one else
came under their influence. A little experimentation,
after the shrinks had retreated from the room, showed
that as long as Ruth and I stayed within ten feet of each
other we were safe, an inch over that and watch out.

It goes without saying that we were more than pleased
with this, Ruth was a gorgeous woman, the sort I would
have sought to marry if I hadn’t been cursed and her view
of me was the same so we got married and lived happily
ever after. Well sort of, but that’s another story.