My name is Chrissy.
Not everyone knows that name. In the ordinary world, I am still Christopher: forty-seven years old, quiet, cautious, careful. I live in San Diego, work hard, pay my bills, and move through life as the man everyone thinks they know. But online, behind a screen and in the private corners of my life, I become Chrissy--the softer, more feminine part of myself I cannot fully live out in public.
I am not transitioning. Maybe I want to. Maybe part of me always has. But life is complicated, fear is real, and the world is not always kind. So I keep Chrissy tucked beneath my everyday clothes, in secret lingerie, in private pictures, in late-night messages, and in the hungry gaze of men who somehow see me more clearly than the people standing right in front of me.
That day, I was hiking with a group in the Alabama Hills, beneath the towering Eastern Sierra. The sky was painfully blue. The rocks rose around us like something ancient and sacred, rounded by time, glowing under the California sun. Beyond them, the Owens Valley stretched out wide and golden, thousands of feet below, while the mountains stood in the distance like white-crowned kings.
I told the group I was going to step away for a minute to admire the view.
Really, I wanted to be alone.
I climbed onto a high rock, breathing hard, my boots scraping against stone. When I reached the top, the whole valley opened beneath me. For a moment, it felt like standing on the edge of the world. The wind moved over my face, tugging at my shirt, and I felt strangely free.
Then a deep male voice behind me said, "Chrissy."
I froze.
Slowly, I turned.
A man from the hiking group had climbed up after me. He was older than me, broad-shouldered, rugged, with sun-browned skin and a rough jaw. I had noticed him earlier but had not spoken to him much. He had that masculine stillness I always found intimidating--the kind of man who did not need to raise his voice to take up space.
"I'm sorry?" I said, pretending not to understand. His eyes stayed on mine.
"You're Chrissy," he said. "From online."
My face went hot. My stomach dropped. "I think you have me confused with someone else."
"No," he said, almost gently. "I don't."
The wind moved between us. Far below, the valley shimmered in the heat. Somewhere behind the rocks, I could hear faint voices from the rest of the hiking group.
I wanted to deny it. I wanted to laugh it off. I wanted to disappear. Instead, I whispered, "Please don't say anything."
"I won't....if you take your clothes off," he suddenly demanded, with a hint of danger or threatening in his voice.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"Take your clothes off," he commanded again.
"I can't here. One of the other hikers might see us."
"I don't give a damn," he said menacingly. "And they won't see us. Take your fucking clothes off or I will go back there and tell everyone who you really are. I'll show them your pics and videos."
"Okay, okay," I gave in. "I don't really mind, I just like a place more private."
"This is fine," he replied. "Now hurry the fuck up."
I hurriedly and awkwardly took all my hiking gear off then pulled off my shirt and pulled down my pants.
When the guy saw the pink bra and pink panties I was wearing he licked his lips and drooled, saying, "Wow, even on a hike, you wear a bra and panties!"
Then he got closer. "Now, take off the rest."
I took my bra off, showing my shaved smooth nipples, then took my panties down. I was now completely exposed, naked, my shaved-smooth girly feminine body showing off to the world. I was afraid the other hikers might walk over or someone in the valley below might see me.... though they would probably need binoculars from that distance.
"Jack yourself off," the man demanded.
"What?" I asked.
"You heard me. Jack yourself off. I want to see you cum."
I started pulling on and stroking my girl dick until it got hard, wide, and long. After a few minutes it exploded and spewed four squirts of my girl juice, my cum, my semen out into the air and landing on the ground.
"Yes! Cum Chrissy!" the man cried then dropped in front of me and swallowed my cock into his mouth. He sucked on it and swallowed what was left of the warm, sticky liquid dripping on my pee hole and head.
He then stood up and commanded, "Turn around."
I turned around. "Now bend over."
I did as told and bent over, my ass, bare and exposed, sticking up and out.
He walked over and unzipped his pants. "I have something I can use for lube somewhere," he explained as he shifted through his gear. Then I felt a sticky liquid being fingered into my anal cavity then it was invaded and punctured by the man's penis. My sphincter and buttcheeks squeezed his dick as he fucked me like a jackhammer...in and out, in and out, in..in..in.... it hurt, I was moaning and crying, until......BOOM! I felt his man meat explode inside me, filling me up with his cum, his DNA.
"What the hell are you guys doing?" I heard a different voice yell. And we both shuddered in fear.
We both jumped in fear and embarrassment and tried to hurriedly put our clothes back on. The first hiker's cum was dripping from my ass and down my legs. The other hiker then realized who i was and said, "Chrissy! You're Chrissy...from Pornhub and AFF! I recognize that hot bod anywhere!" I blushed. "Hey everyone," he yelled back towards the camp a few yards away. "This is Chrissy! He's Chrissy!" All the other hikers became happy and aroused. "This whole time you were with us....why didn't you say something?"
"I'm only Chrissy online and in private," I said. "In every day life, like this hike, I am just a normal cis guy. I don't dress publicly because I'm not passable."
"Well wer'e lucky to have you with us," he replied. I would learn his name was Tom. "And now its our turn. Bend over."
For the next hour, man after man, hiker after hiker, cock after cock, was ramming my boypussy and filling it up over and over again. Each time I would have a sissygasm and cum, my puny little sissy dick spraying cum on to the dirt below me. They pulled a train on me and gang-raped me. One man spanked me, leaving hand prints on my buttcheeks. A helicopter giving a couple a tour hovered next to us and the couple cheered us on, with their phones out recording us. In fact even the hikers were recording while they raped me.
After they were all spent, out of breath, sweating, each one putting their clothes back on with a satisfying look on their face- Tom held me against the rock, holding me in bondage as I struggled to get free. He held me there, his face only inches from mine, and he said, "From now on you're our sex slave and sissy maid. You will do anything and everything we say- suck our cocks, bend over, and even cook and clean for us, like a good sissy. Got it?"
From that moment on, whenever we stopped to camp, I had to strip down to just my bra and panties and sometimes I was forced to walk around the camp naked. My job was to cook all the food, set up and take down the camp, and keep it clean. But of course, my main duties was keeping the hikers satisfied sexually.....throughout the week-long hike and climb in the rocks and mountains I would suck more cocks more times than I could count and my asspussy got incredibly sore and stretched. And all throughout, the hikers would record videos and take photos...to memorialize our hike forever.
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