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  • Friday Night at the Furlongs’

    FRIDAY NIGHT AT THE FURLONGS’ PART 2

    by Robert Furlong


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    It was beaut having Uncle Rob’s mate Guy over for the evening. He’s always up for a laugh and it’s great how his no-nonsense way of speaking and brash sense of humour are so at odds with the airs and graces Uncle Rob puts on.

    It was especially great, though, because I knew there was a lot more on the cards than just a fun night with my uncle, Guy and my cousin Jake. Uncle Rob had told me earlier that day that after we’d all gone to bed, he and his plumber friend were going to be having sex together.

    And not just a bit of dick rubbing or a suck of each other’s cocks like me and Jake were doing!

    The two big blokes were going to go the whole way together – proper up-the-butt stuff with one guy’s chopper actually inside the other dude’s arsehole. If you’d seen the two of them – just two normal middle-aged men laughing and joking as they had a few drinks – you wouldn’t have believed they were going to do the deed together doggy-style after light-out.

    But in spite of how ordinary they looked together, Uncle Rob had told me they were going to ‘anally copulate’ as he’d dorkishly put it. He’d also let slip – and maybe it was a case of too much information – that Guy is usually the one who gets to play hide the sausage.

    We got a takeaway and ate it watching a movie and passing round bottles of beer, and all the time I couldn’t stop myself from thinking how Guy was soon going to be slamming his hips hard and fast against my dad’s brother’s arse. Guy was brandishing a hefty bulge in his jeans and obviously had a fat meaty cock stashed away down the front of them, and for some reason I found it totally fascinating that within just a couple of hours it was going to be pounding in and out of my uncle’s furry gape.

    It just seemed so weird that the two of them were boyfriends, if I can call them that. Actually I don’t think they’d like that label – Uncle Rob has only ever described Guy as a ‘friend’ and I really can’t see Guy wanting to be called another dude’s boyfriend.

    I guess they were mates who happened to enjoy getting together for sex sometimes, and that was something I was really starting to like the idea of. There were guys back in Brisbane who I could see myself playing around with if they’d be up for some occasional no-strings fun with another dude. We’d maybe go out for a few drinks, perhaps play a couple of rounds of pool or something like that, and then head back for a stopover together the way mates do. Except in our case we’d have some fun with each other on the bed before we went to sleep.

    I could now see it was a really cool thing to be able to do with a mate and it was something I could imagine myself getting into if I could find a few other like-minded lads back home. After all, that was pretty much what me and Jake were getting into, and it sure felt great to get sexy with him – so much so I was keen to move things on further.

    The previous day, we’d gone over to meet a couple of his friends, had done a few flips at the skateboard park and then spent a couple of hours in front of the XBox. Then the two of us had gone back to his place and had played around with our dicks and done stuff with each other’s butts until we’d spooged off together and then gone downstairs for tea with his dad.

    That’s how I wanted sex to be: fun and casual, and with no promises about commitment or any shit like that.

    Staying with Jake and Uncle Rob had shown me that I was probably more into guys than I was into girls but, like my cousin and uncle, I wasn’t comfortable about having the word ‘gay’ attached to me. Maybe given time I’d get to accept the label, but it didn’t feel right just yet.

    While Uncle Rob was bending over to fill up our drinks during a lull in the movie, I noticed Guy checking out his arse in the back of trousers. Any lingering disbelief I’d had that the two men really were discreet lovers was laid to rest: I could see from the interest in Guy’s eyes how much he was looking forward to having Uncle Rob’s two pudgy butt-cheeks all to himself that night.

    And later on, when I was collecting empty bottles to help Uncle Rob out, I saw the same look in Jake’s eyes as peered over at my two bubble buns straining inside the seat of my jeans. It was clear from the way he fixed his gaze on my rear that too was looking forward to having his turn on the tight Aussie tush just a few feet away from him.

    I decided that if Uncle Rob was going to give his mate a taste of Furlong butt after bedtime, then I’d do the same favour for his son on the other side of the bedroom wall.

    I smiled over at Jake while he was staring so hungrily at my behind, but when he saw that I’d caught him in the act he looked embarrassed that his lust had appeared so obvious. When I grinned broader and nodded as if to say, “It’s all yours for the pluckin’, bud!” he chuckled and winked at me before licking his lips to confirm he was as up for it if I was.

    And I did feel I was now up for it. The moment felt pretty right.

    Tonight was the sort of opportunity I’d been waiting for when I’d told Jake I wanted our first sex to be ‘special’. I hadn’t meant that in any sort of romantic sense – I didn’t have those kinds of feelings for my cousin and couldn’t imagine ever feeling like that about another dude. It was just that since I was still a virgin (in pretty much every sense), I wanted our first proper intimacy together to be more than just a mass of writhing and grunting underneath his doona.

    I wanted it to be fun and sexy – two mates who happen to be horny for each other playing around together and having a laugh. So if Uncle Rob was doing pretty much that with his friend Guy, what better time could there be for me and Jake to join in having some fun of our own in the nextdoor bedroom?

    When I took the empty beer bottles into the kitchen, Jake surprised me by following me in.

    “Did that look you threw me mean what I think it meant?” he asked as I put the bottles by the sink.

    I turned to him and smiled. “Depends on what you think it meant!”

    He walked over so he was very close to me. When he spoke I could smell the hops and alcohol on his breath. “That maybe… while dad and Guy are doing their thing… you’d be up for doing something similar with me…?”

    “It’d be kind of hot, wouldn’t it?” I chuckled, our lips so close we could just crane our necks together and kiss. “The big boys pounding away together… the son and the nephew joining in in the next room…”

    “You are talking about going the whole way, aren’t you?” Jake clarified. “I mean, are you saying you’d be up for doing that with me?”

    “I reckon so,” I smiled.

    Jake smiled back and for a second I thought he really was going to kiss me. But instead he asked, “What about the stuff you said this morning? Being worried about the smell and stuff…?”

    I admit that I was still seriously worried about the nuts and bolts of having bum sex with Jake. What if my arse made a stink while my cousin was fucking me? What if I farted or made a mess of his bed? Or what if I went to shag him and found the smell of his butt or the state of my cock when it came out of him so totally gross that I’d end up retching?

    It seemed like a total minefield, if I’m honest, but I’d figured that I’d rather venture across it with an experienced guy like Jake who I could trust not to make a big deal if things did go wrong.

    I said, “I’d prefer to figure it all out with you, mate, instead of with some guy back in Brissy who might not be so patient…”

    He smiled and patted me on the arm. “We can take it as slow as you like, bud. And if you don’t like doing it one way – or you’re embarrassed or whatever – there’s plenty of other stuff we can have fun doing!”

    “Aye aye,” called out a deep voice behind us, the amusement in it obvious. “What’s going on in here, then?”

    It was Guy, grinning broadly that he’d walked in on us getting up close together in a near-smooch.

    Jake stepped away from me and smiled back at the favourite of his dad’s many male callers.

    “Just a bit of cousinly affection,” he said. “We haven’t seen each other in like eighteen years or whatever… we’re just making up for lost time!”

    “Trust you, Jake,” Guy laughed. Then to me, “I hope you’re not letting him corrupt your Aussie innocence!”

    “Too late, mate!” I joked back. “It’s pretty much all gone!”

    “There’s just one bit of innocence left for me to corrupt!” Jake smirked at the bigger man. “And you never know… tonight could be the night!”

    “Yeah?” Guy chortled.

    “I’m hoping!” Jake laughed.

    I decided I’d chip in with, “Yeah, me too!”

    Guy seemed to like my admission because he grinned broadly at me, perhaps wondering if I was on the verge of losing my virginity to Jake.


    Guy kept looking over at me and Jake throughout the rest of the movie, as if trying to figure out if the two of us really were about to have full-on sex together.

    While Jake was upstairs taking a pee and I was in the kitchen getting more beers from the fridge, I heard Guy in the living room quietly ask Uncle Rob if I was gay.

    “I think Shane is very much like Jake and me,” Uncle Rob replied in a low voice. “He’s curious to explore his sexuality and that’s something which, as you know, I’m very keen to encourage.”

    “Are him and Jake… you know… getting it on?”

    “Are they?!” I heard my uncle chuckle. “They’re performing oral on each other – very proficiently, actually – and Shane isn’t afraid to let his mouth wander… shall we say… down under!”

    Guy laughed at the expression. “He likes giving the brown eye a good licking, does he?”

    “He’s certainly a Furlong on that score,” Uncle Rob laughed back.

    “But the two of them aren’t playing pokey yet?”

    I assumed by that he meant we weren’t fucking each other’s butts. I knew Guy had worked on an oilrig once so maybe that expression had been used as a euphemism among the all-male workforce.

    “Shane is intrigued by the idea,” Uncle Rob acknowledged. “I think he’s waiting for the right moment to take his and Jake’s ventures into deeper waters.”

    “Well, the way they were talking in the kitchen, I think tonight might be the night!”

    “Really?” Uncle Rob asked with interest. “Actually that raises something I’ve been meaning to ask you… something we could do to perhaps help the two of them along…”

    In my excitement I accidentally clanked two bottles noisily together and, remembering I was just outside in the kitchen, their conversation abruptly stopped.

    I walked back into the living room carrying three bottles of beer along with Uncle Rob’s replenished wine glass, and acted like I hadn’t heard what they were talking about.

    Uncle Rob quickly saw through my pretence, though, and decided to continue their chat.

    “I was just about to tell Guy, Shane, about our conversation earlier. You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

    “I guess not,” I shrugged.

    “Shane is rather worried about what anal sex will be like,” Uncle Rob told his friend. “So I suggested he could watch us having intercourse by way of reassurance.”

    Guy grinned over at me. “You wanna see the two big boys doin’ a bit of butt-banging?!”

    I nodded eagerly. “If you’d be up for it…”

    “Believe me,” he chuckled, “it’s not a pretty sight, mate!”

    “I think it would look awesome!” I smiled back.

    “What… seeing your Uncle Rob’s flabby arse with a big prick sliding in and out of it?”

    “Hey, less of the flabby,” Uncle Rob chirped in, smiling.

    “I’d be stoked if you’d let me see it,” I told Guy wide-eyed. “I’m just kinda worried about the smell and… well, you know… the practicalities of it…”

    “The smell’s the best bit,” Guy grinned. “Takes me back to the bunkroom on the rig!”

    I realised that working on the oilrig must have been how Guy had developed a taste for sex with men. In every other way he was the definition of straight – he mentioned women a lot and sex with them seemed to play an important part in his life – but desperation in the bunkroom must have driven him to play ‘pokey’ himself and probably to his surprise he’d found that he greatly liked it.

    “I really like the smell too,” Uncle Rob agreed. “It gives sex between men its own distinctive quality.”

    “Jake said the same thing,” I smiled, “though not quite in those words.”

    “Jake said what?” Jake himself called over as he came back into the room from the toilet.

    I blushed and Uncle Rob intervened for me. “I’m just reiterating my invitation for Shane to come into my bedroom later on to find out what it looks like – and smells like – when two men are having relations.”

    Jake grinned, grabbed a beer and sat back down in the armchair.

    “Is it an open invitation?” he leered across at his dad.

    “Wanna see how the grown-ups do it?” Guy chuckled at him. “I reckon I could teach the young pup a few tricks…”

    “Oh yeah?” Jake laughed. “The young pup’s pretty well trained, I’ll have you know!”

    Uncle Rob stepped in again. “Enough with the playground competitiveness, gentlemen! This a serious invitation for Shane to learn from a couple of more experienced men but if you think you could also benefit, Jake, then you’d also be very welcome to watch our intimacy.”

    “Yeah, come on in!” Guy grinned. “Let us show you how it’s done!”

    “But if you do join us, there are to be strictly no wise-cracks!” Uncle Rob snapped at his son. “And that goes for both of you!” he added, glaring across at Guy.


    “You know, it’ll probably be better if we just do our own thing,” Jake said after we’d brushed our teeth and were undressing in his bedroom.

    I turned to him in surprise. “I thought you wanted to see your dad and Guy getting intimate…”

    “That was just me and Guy having a bit of banter,” he shrugged. “It’d seem kinda weird for us to pitch up while Guy’s ball-deep up my dad’s butt, sitting down on our deckchairs and pulling out our flasks of tea…”

    I wasn’t sure what he meant about the deckchairs and flasks of tea, but I really did want to see how the two big blokes shagging together compared with the buffed-up porn studs I’d seen pounding each other’s poopers on the internet.

    Would they look just as amazing? Would I get horny from watching them?

    But it wasn’t just that.

    At the back of my mind, there was this curiosity about what had driven Guy to start hooking up with other men. I could imagine him clambering into the bunk of one of the other labourers on the oilrig and roughly fucking the man’s arse, determined to cum as quickly as his balls would let him.

    Would he be like that with Uncle Rob – crudely bumming him without any feeling or passion? Or would their sex reflect the warmth of their friendship – would there be fun and affection the way I wanted it to be between me and Jake?

    Before I could even start explaining this to Jake, he went on trying to convince me to stay in his room with him.

    “You can try to stick your cock up my bum first,” he pragmatically offered. “That way you’ll see how it works… how I relax my muscles and open my hole right up… then, when you’re happier about what you need to do, we can swap positions and I’ll try doing it to you…”

    “Look,” I said, unsure about why he’d had such a sudden change of heart. “Your dad was really sweet to invite me to see something so private… it’d seem rude not to show up…”

    “Well fuck off and watch them going at each other,” he snorted huffily. “I’ll just stay here and jerk myself off.”

    “What is it with you, Jake?” I asked him, standing up in my t-shirt and boxers. “Why are you acting like this?”

    “I just want us to do it, Shane,” he implored. “I’m sick of all this messing around!”

    I smiled at him. “I know, mate… and I really want us to do it too…”

    “Well, come on, bud,” he said back, looking brighter and nodding. “Get on the bed… let’s me show you how much you’re going to enjoy it!”

    “I’ve gotta just pop next door, Jake… literally two minutes… it’ll look really bad if I don’t…”

    He rolled his eyes but nodded reluctantly.

    “I’ll go and have a quick squiz at whatever it is they’re doing,” I went on. “Then I’ll come right back and we can leave your bedroom door open and let our mattress squeak in time with theirs!”

    That made him throw me at least a half-smile back.

    Who said that it was girls who could be difficult to handle?

    As I padded down the hallway towards Uncle Rob’s bedroom door, it became clear from the low, quiet murmurs from the two men that Guy’s train hadn’t yet entered my uncle’s tunnel. That was a good sign – on the rig I was pretty sure that sex between bunkmates wouldn’t have been preceded by foreplay.

    When I reached Uncle Rob’s open door, I saw that he was lying on his back with Guy straddling his chest. The plumber’s thick, serpent dick was sliding in and out of my uncle’s smiling, eager mouth. Guy was thrusting slowly and deliberately, feeding his male lover with every inch of his long, succulent manhood.

    The sight of Guy’s big buff body looked so spectacular that the front of my boxers immediately started lifting upwards. He had a huge hairy chest with strong solid pecs and on one of his thick muscular arms there was a faded tattoo stretched across the bulging bicep. His armpits, crotch and undoubtedly his butt-crack all bristled with dense forests of thick black hair, and his huge nutsack heaved with the two straining plums of his fat, over-stocked bollocks.

    I fell forwards into the room, captivated by the masculine beauty of Guy’s powerful physique and both men looked across at me, lurching gormlessly in the doorway with my shorts poking outwards. Guy guffawed at how dweeby I must look and Uncle Rob released Guy’s large spit-covered organ to urge me over to join them.

    “I’m just getting him warmed up,” my uncle told me with a cheeky grin. “He loves receiving oral pleasure and I’m becoming quite the expert at fellating his… shall we say… abundant organ!”

    “Better than first time you did it,” Guy laughed. He showed zero self-consciousness at being naked with his dick raised upright on full erection while I was standing there gawping at him in my underwear. “You were all teeth and slaver…”

    “I’d never even thought about having a homosexual experience up until then. So having a big bloke like you squatting over me shoving your huge phallus down my throat was somewhat unsettling I have to admit!”

    “How did you end up in that position?” I chuckled, sitting down alongside them and pulling the front of my t-shirt down to cover the lump in my boxers.

    “We’d stopped over in some cheap hotel before we took Jake and my kid Simon to a football match,” Guy explained. “We’d both had a couple of bevvies and I was horny – I’m always fuckin’ horny – so your uncle here offered to have a suck on my cock.”

    “I hardly offered,” Uncle Rob laughed with Guy’s big cock, now starting to lose its firmness, slapping against his cheek. “It was a case of sucking the thing or having to listen to him masturbate it half the night.”

    I couldn’t help but laugh at their easy-going playfulness in talking about their sex as two men. They were like two long-term lovers and the fact they both had women in their lives made their naked horseplay all the more crazy.

    “When did this happen?” I asked.

    “About four years ago,” Uncle Rob said before turning to Guy’s softening rod and gently licking at the sticky helmet.

    “He had this thing about my bush-stink,” Guy recalled. “Kept wantin’ to explore ’round my bits with his nose…”

    “That’s right,” Uncle Rob chuckled. “As I was attempting to orally pleasure him – unsuccessfully it now seems – I found his masculine smells unexpectedly arousing.”

    He leaned forwards sniff around the base of Guy’s thick shaft, inhaling deeply the savoury musk of his pubic hair. Guy chuckled and moved his crotch towards my uncle’s face, raising himself up so that his two golfball nuts hung down heavily in his sack.

    “I wanted more of it… I started exploring both of his large testicles… sniffing and licking at the sweaty odour that had been trapped inside the front of his underpants…”

    He nuzzled both of Guy’s big bollocks, first snuffling his nose into the furrow between them before sweeping his tongue around the coarse wiry scroat-hair. His cock raised upwards from his stomach, throbbing in expectant salute behind his lover’s solid buttocks.

    Guy laughed and said, “He kept movin’ his nose and mouth further back, tellin’ me to squat forwards over his face.”

    Uncle Rob pushed himself lower under Guy, craning his neck upwards to snort hungrily behind the bigger man’s fat heavy ball-sack and pressing his nose right up into the furry trench between his legs.

    My uncle went on, his voice muffled by Guy’s thighs, “The brash manly flavours lurking just behind his scrotum and the more pungent odours coming from his alluring crack… I felt compelled to explore deeper and to press my nose upwards between the base of his buttocks…”

    “And I was there thinkin’, ‘What the fuck?’” Guy chortled. “‘Does this bloke know he’s gonna end up getting a mouthful of my arse!’”

    “Wow!” I grinned, impressed by my uncle’s resourcefulness. “So the very first time you did stuff with another man, you ended up rimming his butt?”

    Uncle Rob moaned his affirmation and I heard his mouth slobbering into Guy’s rich, furry butt-trench, revelling in the raw harshness of its stink and lapping his tongue insistently to coax more flavour from the hot, puckered hole.

    Then he pulled out and smirked triumphantly up at me. “Very soon I found myself licking his anus… just as eagerly, I should imagine, as you had your own tongue buried up my son’s exhaust pipe this very morning…”

    “Oh Shane!” Guy reproached, turning to grin at me. “You naughty boy!”

    “There’s something about licking another dude’s butt,” I told him, “that’s just totally hot but I have no idea why!”

    “You don’t need to explain it to me, mate,” he laughed, pulling himself up from Uncle Rob. “I’ve become a bit of a connoisseur myself even though I would never have thought it possible.”

    Uncle Rob took the hint and got up, swivelled around and bent over on all-fours. His huge cock pointed forwards, fully engorged and pounding in time with his heartbeat, and his big heavy nutsack dangled down between his thighs.

    “I started fucking other blokes when I worked on the rig,” Guy explained, confirming what I’d suspected. “It was pretty grim to be honest – just a sort of urgent humping in and out of some willing stranger’s hairy arse – but I really got to like the smell of it…”

    “The smell of the other bloke’s bum?” I asked, remembering how strong mine had smelt that morning when I’d been fingered.

    “Yeah, the smell of me fucking him up it… the smell of two men having sex with each other, one behind the other.”

    I nodded, only half getting it if I’m honest, and he went on.

    “Licking another bloke’s arse is tasting that same sexy stink… it’s like licking a woman’s minge gets you in the mood to fuck her pussy… licking a man’s pucker gets you ready to give his bunghole a good bumming!”

    With that he leaned forwards and pressed his nose and mouth into Uncle Rob’s broad hairy crack. He sniffed deeply, inhaling the rich flavour of my uncle’s wiry fur, and then moaned gratefully. After savouring the earthy pungence between the two solid round cheeks, he pushed further in for a second, closer smell of the hidden opening lurking within the bristling forest.

    I saw his cock re-inflate like one of those sausage-shaped balloons. It thickened and lengthened as his nose explored Uncle Rob’s gaping crack and then rose up from his thigh, the head growing shiny and glistening, as his tongue pushed forward to lick at the source of the strong acrid odour.

    “Fuck yeah!” he sighed as he lapped at my uncle’s big puckered entrance.

    I smiled at him, my own mongrel lifting the front of my boxers like a tentpole.

    I said, “Takes you back to the oilrig, does it?”

    He pulled out from between Uncle Rob’s cheeks and grinned back at me. “Your uncle’s arse is a cut above the stink of a bunkroom fuck with some random navvie.”

    “Aw, Guy,” my uncle chuckled, “you say the sweetest things!”

    The burly plumber got up and knelt behind my uncle who stayed on all-fours, his big cock curving upwards and pointing right at the part of the hairy crack that was smeared with spit. He was about to fuck the butt he’d just licked out and my uncle turned and smiled up at him to show he was ready.

    “This is actually nothing like jazzing off up some skanky arse on the rig,” Guy told me as he pressed the fat helmet of his cock between Uncle Rob’s two pale cheeks. “That was always over pretty quickly – just a quick hump against another bloke’s sweaty back as a way of stopping your bollocks turning blue.”

    I smiled at him as he started sliding the long thick shaft of his cock up into Uncle Rob’s spit-moistened innards.

    “This,” he grinned back at me, “is something on a totally different level. The first times me and your uncle fucked, I admit it was from the same desperation. But it’s become like a whole new way of having sex… something I look forward to even when I’ve got a girlfriend on the go!”

    He grabbed Uncle Rob’s hips to hold him steady while his cock slowly disappeared between the two big moons of his buttocks.

    Uncle Rob turned to look at me watching his friend’s large girth pushing its way up his backside and, on seeing how fascinated I was, asked, “Do you like how it looks?”

    “It’s totally amazing!” I gasped, as the last inch of Guy’s wide phallus squeezed between the gaping cheeks. “It must feel grouse, does it? Having you and your buddy’s two bodies joined together, dick to butt…?”

    “It does feel incredible, if that’s what you mean,” Uncle Rob smiled. “Once he starts moving in and out, you’ll see my penis start dribbling… I always make such a wet patch on the duvet!”

    I stood up to take a proper look at them from the foot of the bed. My big chub made an obvious mound poking the front of my boxers outwards and I was pleased they could both see how horny their sex was making me. It felt like a compliment to be able to show them how turned on I was by the amazing act of man fucking man.

    Guy started slowly moving his cock in and out of the splayed backside in front of him and as my uncle had predicted, a thick rope of goo was soon dangling from the long curving cock that was pounding upwards underneath his belly.

    “Quite often we enjoy intercourse face-to-face,” Uncle Rob said across to me as his breath started to quicken. “But there’s something about the crudeness of this position – so evocative of public toilet graffiti and schoolboy cartoons – that I find extremely exciting!”

    “I like it this way too,” Guy grinned. “This is how blokes would always do it on the rig, so you could kinda say this is how I lost my gay virginity!”

    I laughed at his way of putting it. I was about to lose my ‘gay virginity’ too very soon.

    That reminded me…

    “Jake has so gotta see this!” I called out, already halfway towards the bedroom door. “I bet he has no idea how hot you guys look together!”

    “Bring him in!” Uncle Rob gasped across at me, his cock now seeping its drool into a puddle and his breath coming out in short pants.

    “Fuck yeah!” Guy laughed, bucking his hips more roughly against my uncle’s big wobbly buttocks. “There’s room on the bed for the two of you to follow our example!”

    I laughed back at what I assumed to be a joke and then hurried back to Jake’s room to fetch him. But as I headed along the corridor towards my cousin’s bedroom, it occurred to me that Guy’s suggestion could prove to be the ‘special’ moment I’d been waiting for. After all, how much more special could it be for me and my cousin to have our first sex together right alongside the two blokes whose drunken hotel fumblings had led to all this?


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  • Grocery Store Pick-up

    Grocery Store Pick-up

    I’d bought a load of junk at a garage sale for resale. When I got the stuff home I went through the boxes sorting out what was sellable and what was trash. As I pulled things out of the boxs they went into 2 piles, to keep and discard. Several items later I found a pair of sexy, black lace panties. These too went into the discard pile. I sort about half the box when I noticed the black panties.  

    When I held them up I realized that they were big enough for me. So, for a lark I decided to try them on. Oddly enough, not only did they fit, but also I liked the way the silky material stretched across my ass and cupped my tight balls.  

    As I moved around in them I couldn’t believe how natural it felt to be wearing them. I don’t know if it was because the panties brought out my feminine side or not, but having them on made me feel pretty.
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    Since trying on the black panties from the garage sale, I’d brought several more pair at the Good Will store. Living alone I free to wear panties and to explore my feminine side as much as I wanted too. I even started wearing nightgowns.  When I’d get home at night, I’d shower, shave and put on a pair of clean white granny panties and a frilly gown before going to bed. I don’t know what it was, but there was just something about white granny panties and a frilly gown to make me feel feminine.

    I started wearing panties on a regular basis but for obvious reasons I didn’t wear them to work, but the rest of the time I wore them under my street clothes. I got a big kick out of wearing them under my cloths when I was out in public. It especially gave me a perverse pleasure to be secretly wearing them when I was talking to some macho stud. 

    As far as I know I was only busted 3 times. Of course if there were 3 that I know about there must have been dozens that I didn’t.  

    I was at Trades Village one Sunday squatting down looking at something when this lady, mid 20s gave me a knowing smile. I was use to girls coming on to me so I just smiled back. Then she leaned over and whispered, “You shouldn’t wear white shorts.”

    I looked down and I realized what she was talking about. I was wearing tight white coach’s shorts and when I squatted down it pulled them so tight that my panty line was clearly visible. And there was no doubt it was panties and not jockeys. Cheeks burning with embarrassment I got up and slunk away. Needless to say I look for the nearest booth selling cloths and bought a new pair of shorts. Then went to the restroom and put them on.

    Another time I was wearing a loose fitting pair of gym shorts. Dark enough and loose enough that there was no panty line. I was sitting down and noticed a girl standing about 5 feet away looking at my crotch. Looking down at myself I realized that the loose legs were gaped open 2 or 3 inches and what was clearly panties were  visible   

    I was in HEB grocery store in Cleburne. I knelt down to check something on the bottom shelf. I almost jump out of my skin when someone snapped the elastic of my panties in back. I looked over my shoulder and a blue jean wearing redneck was standing there. When I bent down it made a gap between my Levis and the hem of my t-shit and this redneck had saw it and snapped the elastic.    

    Not sure if we were going to fight or not I just knelt there. Whatever he was going to say he didn’t because another guy walked up to get something off the shelf. 

    I don’t know what would have happened with the guy who tweaked my panties because his wife came up the aisle and he had to walk on away with her. 

    There was no doubt the second guy had seen my panties too because as he acted like he was looking at stuff on the shelf, he kept looking down at them.

    As I stood up I noticing the guy’s bulge. When I raised my eyes he was looking at me. I was confused. I didn’t know if he was interested or not. I didn’t want to scare him away if he was. I decided to be bold.  I smiled and gave him a wink and then licked my lips suggestively.  He wasn’t scared off, maybe even a little interested. 

    Impulsively I mimicked sucking a cock with my finger and the next thing I know I was getting an invitation out to his van

    This obviously wasn’t his first time at the rodeo. When we got outside the windows had dark tint and he was back in against a wall so no one could walk behind the van. When he opened the side door I saw that he’d removed the bench seats. That provided a nice comfortable place for him to sit and plenty of room in front of him for me to kneel down. And there was a temporary curtain that hung behind the front seats.

    We sat down on the bench seat and I reached over fumbled with his pants. Pushing my hands away, he laughed, “Anxious are you,” as he unsnapped and unzipped his Levis. When he pulling them with his underwear down to his ankles…my knees went to the floor.   

    The hardest thing I did in the back of that van was when I knelt down in front a perfect stranger. It was such a primitive and blatant sign of submission. My heart was pounding and I felt that I’d somehow conceded something important. I wasn’t a man any more. I was a sexual toy for any alpha to use as they saw fit.

    I bent over took him in one hand. When my fingers touched his cock, it sort of jumped. He was excited. And I think it was about the same sign of submission that had me in turmoil. Of course, he was on the other side of the sign of submission. I stroked him gently and felt him harden in my hand.

    I started out licking up and down his growing shaft. He is cut with a very big mushroom head. I licked down to his hairy balls taking turns sucking and licking each one. I licked my way back up popped his cock in my mouth. My tongue was licking under the head as I was sucking.   

    I could feel the raw power of his erection, the desire and, even, need that drove him to thrust in and out of my mouth. It was my hands, my lips and tongue that turned a soft mass of floppy flesh into a hard pumping and thrusting steel like rod. 

    There was no use trying to hide it. I wanted to make him explode in my mouth. I wanted to feel his salty treat cover my tongue and slide down my throat. 

    I closed my eyes and worked his cock hard with my lips. My head started to bounce up and down with his thrusts. He was moaning, “Uugggghhhhhhh,” and telling me, “Oh god that feels so fucken good.” 

    I moaned, “Mmmmmmmmm,” with pleasure at the feeling of his throbbing cock in my mouth and I jacked the base of his cock hard. He started jerking and bucking telling me so keep sucking. 

    I took my hand and squeezed his nuts pulling on them. 

    With a grunt he put his hands on the back of my head and thrust even deeper into my mouth.

    I was quickly rewarded with his hot salty cum flooding my mouth. The first squirt hit the back of my throat and slid down it. 

    I started sucking harder and my tongue flicking his cock head. About 3 more squirts followed filling my eager mouth.  It had an acrid peppery taste and it kind of burned my tongue but I swallowed it with relish.

    After he went flaccid in my mouth he fell back in the seat completely spent. And, in a final act of acceptance and submission, I gently kissed his softening cock and lay my head on his lap.

    He mumbled weakly, “Thanks that was great.”

    I said, “Anytime,” and gave him my cell phone number. “Call me anytime.” 


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  • Pulling a Train

    Over the years I’ve visited many adult bookstores so I could enjoy the glory holes. Some were great, some were really horrid, but all satisfied my need for cock. For the most part, I would just give a blowjob or two and then leave, but on rare occasions I would get my cock sucked. 

    One such occasion involved a black man with a gorgeous cock. I’d just sucked a cock and while I was readying myself to leave the booth, his inserted the most perfect cock that I have ever seen. His dick was so big and black that I was awe struck; I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes from the ‘hole.’  I had never seen anything like it before in my life. It was thick and was pulsing with a life of its own. It was so thick I couldn’t close my hand around it; it felt like a piece of flesh-covered steel.  And it must have been at least ten-inches long with two massive balls pushing it up and out.  I couldn’t believe the raw power and the heat that I could feel radiating from it. I could see the veins straining underneath the stretched skin and the thick head, larger than the rest, straining towards me as it pulsed. A feeling of wonder and a sexual awe overcome me as I felt his cock jump and grow even harder in my hand. His cock was hot, hard, and velvety soft all at the same time. This brought a height of sexual awareness and excitement I never knew existed. A feeling of brazen uninhibited illicit eroticism over took me when I felt the stranger’s cock. I loved the feel of his cock.

    I could also see the bead of pre-cum on the tip as I slid off the seat and down on my knees. His dick was so alive that I could feel its heat on my face, as I leaned forward and inhaled its wild untamed earth aroma, a musky smell even though it was a clean smell. As I probe the pee-hole with my tongue his face was so close that I could see the blood throbbing through the rope like veins that lined its ten inch length. The golf ball size head looked like a huge purple plum peeking out of its coal black foreskin. I helplessly, I reached out and touched it with one finger. I could feel my eyes glazing over with lust, as I eased back its foreskin and touched its dark purple shaped head to my lips and brushed the pre cum over my lips. I had to open my mouth so wide to get its big head between my lips and into my mouth, that I almost had to un-hinge my jaw.  

    Even with both hands wrapped around the base of his big black dick, I still had more than a mouth full of black dick to suck. I almost couldn’t contain my excitement as I simultaneously stroke it with my hand and slowly worked my moist mouth up and down its length. Fuck me running, but it felt good having his big cock in my mouth. I must have worked my mouth up and down his shaft for ten or fifteen minutes before his balls suddenly clinched up and his dick swelled even fatter. My mouth was so full that I couldn’t have gotten his dick out of my mouth, even if I’d tried. His balls exploded and scalding hot cum spewed into my mouth like lava out of a volcano. When he erupted, I was on a backstroke and my lips were wrapped around the base of his dick head, so I felt the full force of his gooey cum as it gushed into my mouth and oozed over my tongue and down my throat.

    Last year, while on the way home from work I stop in an adult bookstore on the north side. Lots of booths with glory holes, very clean place, great equipment and mostly gay videos. This place had something I never saw, hooks for clothes. Hell’s bells, I got naked. I’m watching a ‘tranny’ DVD and I got to tell you, I wanted a ‘tranny,’ but I managed to settle for what I got that day. As a matter of fact, one of the nicest white dicks that I ever sucked was here. When I pulled in, there were only three cars in the parking lot. One of the cars, most likely belonged to the clerk on duty and the other two to customers. As I went in I thought to myself, I hope the other two customers aren’t both queers. If they were they would have already taken care of each other, and I might not get to suck any dicks.  

    My first cock was a long skinny one. As soon as he put in the hole, I was down on my knees sucking it.  Just when things were getting good, he pulled his dick out of my mouth, back away from the ‘hole’ and just stood there with his dick waving in the breeze. When I whispered for him to put it back in the ‘hole’, he said that he was about to cum. I told him that in that case he’d better hurry and get it back into my mouth then. He was shocked. Ha said, “You mean you don’t care if I cum in your mouth?”  I answered, “Hell, I want you to cum in my mouth. Why do you think I’m sucking your dick for?”  He needed no more encouragement. He quickly had his dick back through the hole and into my mouth.  And he was right; he did indeed quickly cummed in my willing mouth.  From his reaction, that must have been the first time that a guy had ever let him cum in their mouth and he loved it, especially when I swallowed it. As to be expected, as soon as he cummed, he zipped up and was out of the booth like his pants were on fire. 

    To my surprise, especially since there were only two guys in the whole place, as soon as the next booth was empty the other guy took his place. When he saw through the ‘hole’ that I was still down on my knees, he didn’t waste anytime getting his dick through the ‘hole’. His dick was a little longer and much fatter and just as suck able as the first guy’s. He held out a little longer, but it wasn’t long until he was cumming in my mouth and down my throat.

    After I sucked him off, I hung around a few minutes to see if anyone else was going to come in.  I was too tired to wait long, so I was soon heading for the front door. As I walked up the center aisle I passed a big older white guy that had just came in.  I said big because I’m 6-foot 3 and he was a good 3 or 4-inches taller than me. There’s something about the older guy that makes me hot, so I did an about face and followed him to a booth.  I could tell by the look on his face as he entered his booth, that he knew that I wanted to suck his dick. As soon as he shut the door, I literally leaped into the booth right next to him. I guess he didn’t have a problem with me sucking his dick because by the time I got into the booth and shut the door; his dick was already sticking through the ‘hole.’ Like the rest of his body, flaccid his dick was huge.  And, after I sucked on it for a couple of minutes, it was also very, very hard. As it grew, it got so fat that I had it really stretched my jaws to have it in my mouth. But, damn, it tasted so good that it was worth the trouble. I had mixed emotion, as I knelt there slurping and sucking his gigantic dick. On one hand I wanted to prolong my sucking as long as possible, and on the other, I couldn’t wait to taste his cum.  If his dick tasted as good as it did, what must his cum taste like? The decision was soon taken out of my hands. With a moan, he let go and his balls erupted like a volcano. His scalding hot cum came spewing out of his dick, and cascaded over my tongue and down my throat. His load was so big that it felt like he dumped a cup full of hot cum down my throat.      

    I never like for a guy that I’d sucked off to stain his pants, so I always clean him off with my mouth and tongue before I let him put his dick back in his pants. As I was cleaning this guy off, I realized that his dick was still hard, so I went back to sucking. I could tell by the way that he wiggled his hips that he didn’t mind the extra mouth action. It wasn’t long until I was rewarded with another mouth full of delicious hot cum.  Surprisingly enough, his second load of hot cum was as big as the first.  

    I couldn’t believe it. When I started to clean him off the second time, his frigging dick was still hard. For a guy his age to keep an erection and get off twice was very remarkable…for his second load of cum to be as big as the first was even more extraordinary. To still have an erection after 2-orgasms was phenomenal. I was amazed as I continued to suck his amazing dick. In about the same time frame as the other two, he again filled my mouth to overflow with his third load of hot gooey cum.  

    God, this guy must be superman. I’d just made him cum 3-times and his huge dick was still rock hard. As I sucked him off for the fourth time, I vowed that no matter how many times it took, I was going to continue to suck him until his balls were completely drained and his dick was limp. I was prepared to suck all nigh if I had to.  

    Suddenly a loud voice and banging on the door frightened me. I thought that it was a raid and that the cops were trying to bust into my booth so that they could catch me sucking a dick. I guess the old guy was equally as scared, because as I was jumping to my feet, he was zipping his fly.  

    Turned out not to be the cops, but only the janitor wanting us to move to other booths so that he could clean the ones that we were in. As I stepped out into the hallway I looked to see if the old guy was indeed moving to another booth. If he was, I was going to follow him so that I could finish sucking him off. But alas, it wasn’t to be. The last I saw of my old guy was his back, as he sped up the aisle toward the exit door. Gone and never to be seen again, even thought I looked for him every time I went back there.

    One of my favorite adult bookstores was in Ft. Worth, actually in Kennedale off 820. Instead of glory holes, though it had a small movie theater with regular movie seats.  I knew the bookstore was there because it was where I bought my gay magazines, but they taken what few private viewing booths out and I didn’t know about the movie theater in the back. I normally used an adult bookstore about 2-blocks down the street. 

    One night when I was at my regular bookstore, a guy in the next booth ran out of tokens right in the middle of sucking my dick. Instead of going and getting more tokens, he gave me a half price coupon and told me that if I’d meet him in the movie theater in the back of the adult bookstore down the street, he’d finish me off. I’d never been there before and was curious when he told me about the theater in the back. Since things were a little slow that night, when I ran out of tokens I decided to take him up on his offer.

    The place hadn’t changed since I’d last been. It was still a dingy little porno bookstore. When I looked around, it only took me a couple of minutes to locate the porno theater in the back. I was still extremely naïve back in those days, and it embarrassed me to be seen buying queer magazines. I’d always tried to check out when there was no one else at the counter. You can imagine how embarrassed I was to be buying a ticket and entering such a sleazy porno theater. As I moved down the darkened aisle trying to find a seat, I felt like everyone in the theater was looking at me and knew that I was there to suck dicks. When I sat down, I looked behind me and saw a guy playing with exposed dick. When he caught me looking at him I was so embarrassed that I scrunched down in my seat so no one could see me.

    In a few minutes I felt someone sit down beside me. Without turning my head I glanced over and saw it was the guy from the other bookstore. As I sat there staring at the screen, he reached over, un-zipped my pants, and started stroking my dick.  Instead of sucking me off though, he jacked me off. After he made me cum, I looked around and discovered that several guys had moved over and were watching him play with my cock. With a beet red face, I leaped up and fled the theater. On the way home I vowed that I never go back there again. Instead, I’d stick to the bookstore with the viewing booths where no one could see me.    

    My vow didn’t last long. After I thought about I realized that sure everybody in the place probably knew that I was there to suck dick. I also realized that there was nothing to be ashamed of, because that was why everyone was there too.  They were there either to suck a dick themselves or to get the dick sucked. So the next the next weekend, there I was again, walking down the dark aisle looking for a seat. I’ll admit that I was still a little apprehensive but not nearly as embarrassed as I’d been the last time.      

    As I stumbled down the dark aisle looking for a seat, I noticed that there were only about a dozen guys there. Once seated, I glanced to my left and saw a young Hispanic guy sitting two seats over from me, playing with his dick. Instead of being embarrassed that I caught him, he smiled and held it towards me as if inviting me to suck it for him.  His brazenness was so embarrassing that I leaped up and moved to seat on the back row near the door. It wasn’t but a couple of minutes, before the Hispanic guy passed by me on his way towards the exit. I couldn’t believe it, his pants were still un-zipped and his dick was hanging out. I assumed he was leaving, so when I didn’t hear the exit door open and close, I looked over my shoulder to see what the problem was. Instead of leaving, the guy was leaning against the wall right behind me and still playing with his dick. When he caught me looking he waved it toward me again. In embarrassment I scrunched down in my seat and stared blank eyed at the screen. When I looked back over my shoulder the Hispanic guy was standing so close that the head of his dick was only about two or three inches from my face. I was so shocked that my mouth dropped open. Before I could close it, he grabbed my hair and feed me his dick. Once he had it was in my mouth, I had no choice but to suck it for him. Judging by the way he grabbed the sides of my head and started hunching, I think he liked my mouth. It wasn’t long until his balls burst, filling my mouth with his hot gooey cum. naturally he didn’t let go of my hair until I’d swallowed every last drop. Then he casually zipped his pants and took off. 

    When I turned back around in my seat I was shocked to discover that there was a white guy standing right in front of me with his big dick hanging out. Like the Hispanic, without a work he pulled me forward and feed me his dick. As I closed my lips around it, he pulled me off my seat and down on my knees. I guess it’s a power thing, but guys like the queer down on his knees when the queer is blowing them. As I knelt there sucking his dick, I glanced out of the corner of my eyes and saw that everyone was crowding around so that they could watch me sucking dicks. Even as embarrassment reddened my face, I realized that I was a little turned on by their attention. When I finished off the white guy, I looked up and another guy was taking his place. By now I knew what I was doing, so he didn’t have to feed me his dick. I grabbed it and feed it to myself.     

    Before they let me up off my knees I had to jack off two guys and sucked off 4-more. I would have sucked off the two hat I jacked off but they didn’t want to be sucked off.  I had to laugh at the last two guys that I sucked off. They walked in, took one look at what was going on, and got into line.  They probably came to the movie expecting to get their dicks sucked, but not that quick or that easy.  Neither one of them seemed to mind though. 

    I stuck around about thirty more minutes and managed to suck a couple of more dicks. Then with a very smug look on my face and a belly full of cum I headed homes.  I’d always associated the term ‘pulling a train’ to a girl taking on several guys one right after another, and that it was usually meant as a derogator remark to show what a slut she was. Now that I’d ‘pulled a train’ I knew that it also applied to guys, too.  

    Once I discovered the porno-theater and the public sex I was such an exhibitionist that I practically lived there. I worked second shift, so I‘d stop in on the way to work so I could suck a little public dick before work. From Friday night to Sunday night I was in there night and day.  I’d go in Saturday morning and either suck or jack off everyone in the place. Then I go to lunch and come back and do it again. I’d only leave to go eat. I couldn’t believe how much dick I was getting to suck or jack off. I was going in so often that the clerks were starting to look at me funny.    

    Like everything else in the world there were rules, but it didn’t take me long to learn the ropes. When I went in I’d walk down the aisle until I saw someone that I was interested in playing with his cock. I’d sit down beside him and if he wasn’t interested in playing, he would “that at seat is taken.”  If not, I’d sit down beside him. Then several things could happen:  1) the guy would take his hand off his cock and either spread his legs wider or kind shift his hips so I could reach over and start stroking their cock.  2) Or if they were bold, I’ve had guys just reach over, grab my wrist and actually put my hand on their cock.  3) They would keep stroking their cock, but not object when I put my hand in the place of theirs. 

    It was funny but if a guy wanted a blowjob instead of just being jacked off, he would lay his arm on the back of my seat. After a few strokes of my hand up and down their cocks, they would kind of bring their arm forward and push me towards their lap. As my head moved closer to their lap, they would take the back of my head and guide my mouth to their cock. Most guys also liked to hold the back of my head while they were cumming. Once a guy cummed, it was amazing how quick they could zip up and almost at a run…leave the booth. 

    The day after I ‘pulled the train,’ I stopped in on the way to work and there were only about 6-guys in the place. The lights were turned up so I didn’t have any trouble finding my way to a front row seat. Hearing the door open, I looked around and saw a stocky bastard trying to stick his dick in the guy setting closest to the door’s mouth. I guess the guy didn’t suck, because he turned his face away and would let him put it in his mouth. The next guy he tried wouldn’t suck it either. When he tried the third guy, instead of sucking his dick, the guy started talking to him. They turned and looked at me, then talked a little more.  

    When they finished talking, with his dick still hanging out and a nasty leer on his face, the stocky guy headed down the aisle in my direction. I couldn’t believe how big his dick was or that the other guys wouldn’t suck it for him. He was very proud of it; too, because when he got in front of me, he held it up so that I could admire it. It was about eight or nine inches long, very fat, and had a big reddish head peeking out of his foreskin. With a nasty sneer, he ordered me to, “Open your mouth!”  

    His dick was so fat that I popped my jaw opening my mouth wide enough to get it in. I almost chocked before my saliva got his dick wet enough to smoothly slide in and out of my mouth. Once it was sliding freely, he roughly jammed its head against the back of my throat. My mouth had never been so full. Not only did he have a big fine dick, but unlike a lot of guys with a big dick, he also knew how to get it sucked. As he held my hair and pumping his huge dick in and out of my mouth, he snarled, “Suck my dick, you little fagot” As I sucked, he moaned and alternately called me a queer, a fagot, and a cock-sucker. Right before he got ready to cum, his dick swelled up so big that it almost split my jaws apart. His cum came out so hot that it almost scalded my tongue. His load was so big that cum oozed out of both corners of my mouth. He was an animal. He didn’t release my hair until I not only had I swallowed his load of ‘cum’, but until I’d licked his dick clean enough for him to put away.        

    As usual, the other guys in the theater had moved as near as possible so they could watch me suck the guys big dick.  One of them was so excited that as soon as the first guy finished, he moved in front of me and offered me his already hard dick. While I was sucking him off, 2-other guys got in line. One was the guy that pointed me out and the other was a guy that came in while I was already sucking dicks.  When it got to be the guy that pointed me out’s turn, instead of wanting me to suck him off, he dropped to his knees and sucked me off.

    After I’d been going for a while and the guys started recognizing me, some of them got a little bolder. I’ve had guys sit down beside me take their cock out and put my hand on it. I’ve even had guys move down the aisle; sit on the back of the seat in front. Then without a word, take their cock out, put their hand on the back of my head, pull it forward and stick their cock in my mouth…

    My last addition to this narrative happened on the west side of in Albuquerque. It was a very clean adult bookstore adjoining a truck stop. It was around 2 am, when I’d stopped for gas while heading to Arizona when I noticed the store. Wandering the booth area I could hear sounds of sex coming from the booths. Great news for me, so I grabbed a booth with a glory hole, got naked and settled in for a much needed break. I like to travel in shorts and a t-shirt and nothing else. Getting naked is very easy and placing my clothes safely in a corner is my rule. I once got robbed while I was naked. Someone lifted my money when I’d left my clothes with in reach of the hole. Now I’m more careful where I lay them. 

    Naked people aren’t common in the adult bookstore booths so I know when I strip down I get a lot of attention. Word of mouth I think. It didn’t take long for the next booth to fill. I didn’t know if the guy was queer or not, but I do know that he wanted his dick sucked. As soon as I entered the adjoining booth, without even waiting for an invitation he stuck his dick through the ‘hole’.  It was only about 4-inches long, but nice and fat, and very suck-able. I slurped on his dick for a few minute until hid balls erupted and I was swallowing his load of hot cum. 

    The next guy wasn’t a guy; it was a lady with a great body. I know because I peeked. She immediately signaled me to stick my cock through the hole. Then she went at it like it was the last cock she’d ever get. I shot my load quickly and she thanked me. 

    I told her if she joined me I’d reciprocate and to my surprise she did. Before I knew it, I was opening the door a crack and she was slipping it. I couldn’t believe what a great body she had. When she lifted her skirt and showed me a panty free shaved pussy, I dove right in and damn she tasted great. It didn’t take long to bring her off and she was a screamer. That really got me hard again. I told her that I wanted to fuck that fine pussy, but she said no, that her pussy was strictly for her husband. 

    Noticing my surprise, she said that she saved her pussy for her husband, but I could fuck her ass. I slid into her, it felt tight around my shaft, but she pushed back against me and told me to fuck her ass hard. I pushed all the way inside her and pulled nearly all the way out before I brutally drove it back into her tight ass. Since this was second time cumming, I was able to give her a decent fucking and she was moaning and grinding the entire time. All of a sudden, I felt her jerk and her body buckle, as she announced she was cumming. It seemed to go on and on, I could feel her muscles tighten around my cock and that brought me to the brink. When I told her that I was cumming, she told me to cum in her ass.  After a few final strokes the first jet of hot cum shot inside her ass, and was weak as a kitten when finished. We kissed a bit and then she told me how hot it felt as I was cumming, and what a slut she felt with me cumming in her ass. I stayed inside her until I was spent.  And then after watching some of the cum leak out of her ass and run down her legs, I played with her breasts and was rubbing my cum into her asshole while fingering it and she started cumming again. She then turned around, kissed me gently and thanked me, pulling up her thong up and her dress down and walked to the door. This would not be the last time.

    God, but I was really horny that day, so I sat and watched a movie or two while I revived. I ignored some not so stellar cocks while waiting, but I got a surprise when a monster came through the hole. As soon as I saw it, I planted a warm, wet, kiss right on the head, then I let my tongue run around the smooth surface and collecting the shiny dab of pre-come that had collected around his pee-hole. Opening my mouth, I let the head of his cock slide between my lips. He groaned when he felt my warm, wet, mouth slide over the head of his. I stopped there for a moment, scrubbing the smooth surface with my tongue, allowing saliva to accumulate until it was escaping my lips and running down the length of his big shaft. Using my spit as a lubricant, I began to take more and more of his cock in my mouth, working it in with short but slow strokes. When I felt the head of his 10-inch dick touch the soft flesh at the back of my throat, I changed the angle of my head and neck slightly. Needing to come up for air, I slowly slid back up the shaft until the head popped out of my mouth, a thick string of saliva connecting it to my glistening lips. 

    Confidently returned the head of his dick to my mouth, I swallowed his entire length in one, long, smooth, stroke. I was in no hurry about it, so each of my strokes was exactly alike. Long smooth descent, pause at the bottom while my throat muscles worked the head and shaft of his cock, and then long, slow ride back to the top until only the head of his throbbing member remained in my sizzling mouth. I don’t know how he stood it for as long as he did, but it seemed that the pleasure went on for good fifteen minutes before I felt his dick swell as his balls moved towards the exploding point. I guess he sensed this too, because he suddenly pulled his dick out of my mouth and shot its load across the booth and hit the other wall. Then he did what guys always do, he zipped up and left. But what the fuck, I was still happy to have done him. 

    As you can see, great fun can be had on your knees at the adult bookstore. You need to try it.

    The end…


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  • First time, gym time

    So I joined a 24 hour gym when I was 18. I should say that at this point in my life I considered myself as straight, although I had started to get curious and had started to occasionally watch gay porn.

    I would typically go to the gym at about 4am before work and started to notice a man, about 50 years old, who always seemed to be in the changing room as I got out the shower. 

    I noticed one night that he was actually taking pictures of me getting changed. I didn’t think it would but it turned me on so much. Knowing someone was watching me, recording me was such a drill.

    The next time he was there I decided to take a chance. I didn’t know what I wanted, but I when I came out of the shower I came out naked. I instantly had an erection as I walked over to my locker. Making sure my ass was facing him I slowly caressed my self before turning to face him.

    He now openly had his cock out as he jerked it. Massively nervous and scared, but at the same time excited, I walked over to him and kneeled down between his legs. I took his oenis in my hands and just held it for a bit. It was the first time I had even touched a mans cock.

    He took his phone out and started recording me as I slowly lowered my mouth down to his dick. Having received a few blowjobs from girls and from watching LOTS of porn I instinctively knew what to do. I started with his balls, slowly licking them and taking one in my mouth. 

    After a minute of this he stood up and walked to a shower cubicle. Inside I went straight back to his cock. This time however he was a bit me controlling. He got me on all fours and grabbed my head and pulled me on to his cock. Once there I felt his hands on my ass. First just spreading my checks and lightly spanking me.

    Again not expecting to like it, I found myself moaning as he spanked me. Then I lost control a little as he started to finger my virgin hole. After a couple of minutes he pulled out of my mouth and asked if I had ever been fucked. I said no, then he asked if I wanted to be fucked right now.

    I couldn’t believe this was happening, only a month ago I had started experimenting with my ass, first with my fingers, then with cucumbers. I bought my first dildo a week ago when I turned 18, and now I was going to get fucked by a 50 year old man in the gym!

    I immediately said “yes please”. He then said he wouldn’t, until I had begged him. So I begged him. Then he told me to turn around and put my ass in the air. I felt his tongue on my hole and on turn my dick twitch. Then I felt the head of his dick. 

    As he pusher his way inside me, I pushed back knowing that I could easily take his 7inch cock, until he was completely inside me. That moment, when my ass completely engulfed hi dick, was the best moment of my life. I moaned and told him to fuck me.

    With that he started trusting in and out of me holding my hips. Occasionally lowering his body onto my back, holding and caressing me. Iv been with girls before but nothing compared to what I was experiencing. 

    He brought his lips to my ear and suckled on it. I turned to face him and our lips met as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. It seemed crazy to me, how romantic it was and how natural it felt. He pulled out of me and told me to suck his cock. This time however he was gentle and stroked the back of my hair as I bobbed up and down on his cock.

    I looked up at him with his cock in my mouth. He said he wanted to cum in my ass. I just nodded and let his cock slip from my mouth. This time he got me on my back and lowered himself onto my as he put his cock in my hole.

    Much slower than before he continued to fuck me. Stroking my thighs and kissing me. I wrapped my arms and my legs around him trying to embrace as much of him as possible. Then he caught me be surprise as he lifted me up and held me against the wall. I told him I was going to cum. He continued fucking me and told me to keep looking into his eyes.

    A few minutes after I came he started fucking me faster and faster until he suddenly, he started slowly but forcefully trusting all the way in. Each time I could feel thick cum hitting my wall. It felt amazing as the cum sprayed deep in my ass, lubricating his cock.

    When he finished cuming he, he kissed me for a minute then pulled his soft cock out of my ass and left. I waited a minute or two and also left. The rest of the day at work I could feel his cum dripping down my legs, and trying to hide a boner! 

    Since that first gay encounter I have become addicted to being naughty in public and have had a few more exciting encounters. And I still regularly meet up with my first in the gym.

  • Miguel and Silve

    Silve was so exhausted after her multiple orgasms that she hadn’t noticed Miguel had finished fucking me and left for their bedroom. She finally staggered in to find him on his back fingering my asshole while I was sucking his cock.

    I glanced towards the closet and asked, “Would you like to play?”

    I could see the wicked gleam in her eye as she nodded. She let me slip the cuffs on her wrists and Miguel lifted her to the hook. She was surprised when he gagged her. She was confused when he kicked the block from beneath her feet. She now had to stand on the balls of her feet. Her confusion turned to anger when she saw I wasn’t similarly restrained!

    Her breasts were right at my mouth. I sucked them while Miguel worked a lubed finger into her ass. She fought and squirmed as he slowly worked his cock into her tight ass. Her eyes flew wide open as the head pushed past her sphincter. She had a pleading look, begging me with her eyes to stop this. I reached between her legs and fingered her pussy while Miguel thrusts up into her. 

    As much as she hated his cock in her ass, she loved the fingers in her pussy. Again, she had several orgasms close together. Sweat poured off her limp form. Her body flinched upwards with each thrust of his cock.

    I stood on a small step and slipped my cock into her pussy. I held her close as my body slid against hers when I thrust. Miguel and I timed our thrusts so that one was thrusting deep the other was pulling back. Silve struggled a while, then gave up when she realized she was pinned between us. Her breathing grew ragged as she began another string of intense orgasms. Her ass and pussy walls contracted as she repeatedly came. Miguel and I continued thrusting into her long after he collapsed from exhaustion. I could feel his cock against mine through her thin walls. I filled her with my cream. Miguel groaned and came in her ass shortly after.

    I lay back on the bed as Miguel rammed his still hard cock into my ass. I raked my nails down his back, looking at Silve’s face. So I’m just a tranny whore, huh? She was too exhausted to do more than watch.

    After he came, I rolled over onto my stomach and begged him to fuck me as long as he liked! He willingly rammed deep into me causing me to yelp when he hit the end of my channel. I looked over my shoulder but didn’t the pain I’d hoped to see. What I saw, what frightened me, was the look of anger and determination I saw.  Her look was cold and calculating, declaring revenge!

    Miguel fucked me nearly a half hour before he grunted and filled my ass.  I was done. Or, so I thought.

    When I stretched, Miguel grabbed my wrists and pulled me to the closet. I fought and pulled back, to no avail! He was just too damned strong!  He rapidly cuffed my wrists and hung me facing Silve. I could see triumph in her eyes as Miguel released her. She took the gag she’d worn and put it in my mouth. Her hands roamed down my sides then back up to my breasts where she twisted my nipples and brought tears to my eyes.

    “So the little girl still wants to play rough!!” she declared. “I LIKE rough!”

    She held me so Miguel could push into me. He lifted my legs to his shoulders. She tied my ankles together, and to my wrists, so I couldn’t pull them away. Any squirming I did would only work Miguel’s cock into me. He held me tight against him as he thrust. The Spanish Bull was going to fuck me mercilessly! 

    Silve pulled a harness from a drawer and inserted a long dildo. She stood behind me and started working it into me. I screamed against the gag. I was being stretched wider than I’d ever been! She was ripping me open! The angles were all wrong! 

    “Don’t you like having two cocks in you?” she asked evilly. “I liked having two in me!!”

    They alternated their strokes, much like Miguel and I had fucked her. I was now pinned tightly between them! Normally the pain fades after a few minutes, but not this time! My ass was on fire! I quit resisting and resigned myself to my fate. 

    Miguel had put on a cock ring just before he started. He already could fuck long times. Wearing this, he could fuck me for hours. Thus his nickname “the Spanish Bull”!

    Even though I was in intense pain, I was starting to enjoy the unusually full feeling. I came. About ten minutes later, I came again! And about ten minutes after that, I came again!

    I was spent but they weren’t! Silve had inserted the special double cock in the harness. The smaller cock was massaging her pussy and her clit. She could also fuck me a long time.

    Finally, after who knows how long, Miguel thrust one last time and filled me. His cum easily leaked out of me severely stretched asshole. Silve took his place in front and drove the dildo up into me. She bit my lips and drove her tongue into my mouth. She yanked my head back and left and bit and sucked my neck. She was giving me her own mark, reminding me who owned whom. 

    Miguel stood behind me and drove his cock back in. I hurt, damn, how I hurt! He fucked me about ten minutes then pulled out. He then left the room. Silve finally untied my ankles, but left me hanging by my wrists.

    She held my chin and looked into my eyes. I could still see the fire smoldering in them. She grabbed my cock and squeezed tightly as she stroked me.

    “Was this rough enough for you?” she asked. “Did Miguel’s little whore get enough of his magnificent cock?”

    I had to be an idiot. “Let’s do it again! Only harder!” I spat back.

    I’d crossed a line I didn’t even know was there!

    She only snarled as she spun me around. I felt the burn as she lashed my bottom with the riding crop. This was no game where she’d caress my bottom with the crop, teasing me before the next swat. This was punishment! She was swatting me harder than she’d ever done! I was feeling the full fury of the humiliation and indignation I’d served up on her! My naked body danced under the onslaught. I squirmed and twisted, trying to avoid the worst of the punishment, but my feet couldn’t reach the floor.

    Silve cursed me in Spanish as she lashed my raw skin. I couldn’t even beg since I was till gagged. I broke. 

    I submitted. 

    Silve had beaten me for so long, and so hard, I would have done anything to make her forgive me. I’d screamed long and hard against my gag, but the swats muffled my cries. Swatting my bottom was no longer good enough. The lashes began covering my back and legs, and even my shoulders. I hadn’t realized how much my taunts had angered her. Silve is a very proud woman.

    Miguel returned and realized this had gone past being a game. Silve was punishing me. She was putting me back in my place. She was seriously hurting me! I quit struggling, praying the punishment would end soon.

    “SILVE! STOP!!” Miguel roared.

    He grabbed her wrist and she spun around to slap him. He grabbed her other wrist and held her.

    “No more!” he whispered over and over. “No more. She can’t take anymore!” he pleaded.

    The fire left Silve’s eyes and she turned to look at me. She wailed when she saw all the angry red welts across my body. She rushed over to free me as Miguel gently lowered me.

    I cried on her shoulder.’ “Please! No more! I’ll be good! I promise! I won’t do it again. I’ll be good! I promise! I promise!”

    Silve collapsed and Miguel carried me to my room. They’d sent the Garza’s away for the weekend. (It was probably a good thing. I believe Felipe would have killed them if he’d known.) Miguel spent many hours rubbing salves and ointments into me. 

    All the while I repeated “I’ll be good! I’ll be good!” over and over. I finally fell asleep. I woke late the next evening to find two very contrite lovers sitting by me. Miguel went to get me something to eat while Silve sat there, mouth moving, but nothing coming out.

    “Silve, I’m so sorry what I said and did to you last night. “I apologized. “You hurt me and I wanted to hurt you back! I…..I forgot my place. I promise! It won’t happen again.”

    She broke down crying, “I’m so sorry. I’m ashamed at how I hurt you. It wasn’t your fault! You didn’t deserve my wrath!”

    She and Miguel explained they didn’t understand. They thought I was ready. Ready for the next level as their mistress. They thought I knew the rules of the game!

    I’d seen the signs, but I ignored them. I’d forgotten my place. I convinced myself I was their equal! I thought they loved me! They might have, but their love and passion for each other was so much stronger, they didn’t see the anguish their foolish young lover felt. They didn’t understand my need to be accepted and loved.

    My eyes were open, now.

    And I didn’t like what I was seeing.

  • Halfway

    “I don’t understand why I can’t stay with you in Philadelphia,” I said, trying to keep the whine out of my voice. Of course, I knew precisely why I couldn’t, but I wanted him to say it. I wanted Larry to clear the air and admit to me that he had a family to go to in Philadelphia. I don’t know what I’d do then–or what he’d do with the truth out in the open–but I was tired of his evasions. “You had no trouble with me staying with you in Harrisburg. If you don’t have a family you don’t want to know about me in Philadelphia, why would that be different from Harrisburg?”

    That he had no trouble with me staying with him in Harrisburg wasn’t exactly true either. We’d been in one of those small one-bedroom transient apartments at a Homestead Suite near the state capital complex, where he’d kept me pretty much locked down and he didn’t bring anyone back to. I could understand that. He was an aide to some sort of important Pennsylvania state senator, and I was a rent boy he’d lured off a pole in a club. But it isn’t like he’d just shown up at the club occasionally to take me out for a spin. We’d lived together for the two months of the spring legislative session.

    “I told you, Angel,” he said, the knuckles of his hands on the steering wheel white as we drove on I-81 from Harrisburg toward Philadelphia and his voice showing the tension as well, “I don’t have a permanent home in Philadelphia. I stay with my parents. I hardly can take you there. I’ll get a room for you somewhere.”

    A room somewhere. I almost snorted at that–and at the obvious lie that he was living with his parents when he was in Philadelphia. Still, it had been a small victory that he’d agreed to take me back to Philadelphia at all. He could have left me in Harrisburg–even have said he expected me to be there ready to be locked up in a hotel suite for him to play with when he came back for the fall legislative session. Fat chance of that. Although, who knows what I would have done. I think the club would have taken me back. I think I was a crowd pleaser when I was there–something different than the usual dancer rent boys. There were those who were turned on by half and half–halfway there, I thought of it. The boobs had been done, pretty much just buds but still a handful. I doubted I’d go further than that.

    And nicely sensitive tits they were too. That’s how, back in Harrisburg, Larry had cut off any discussions about his living arrangements in Philadelphia. Embracing me from behind, both of us on our knees on the bed. Larry running his hands up under the hem of the silky slip he liked me to wear, until he could cup and squeeze my breasts. Nuzzling my neck with his lips and then stifling my questions by possessing my mouth. French kissing me as he entered me with that big dick of his that always made me melt.

    Chances were good that even if he admitted to me that he had a wife, two children, a dog, and a cat waiting for him in Philadelphia, I would be content with sitting in a small hotel room, waiting for the chance to have that dick of his working inside me and his hands squeezing my tits–just his; not a succession of drunken louts. But the evasions were driving me wild.

    “Look, Larry, if you have a family in Philadelphia, just–”

    “Oh, for the love of Christ, could you just get off that? Here, I’m pulling off the highway to get gas. This is the halfway point between Harrisburg and Philadelphia.”

    “Good,” I said, as he nosed the Buick onto the off ramp. I barely caught the name of the turnoff, but laughed when I saw that it was a place called “Halfway.” Not much of a place, though, just a few buildings on either side of the bridge over the highway. One of them, off to the south, was a gas station, though. “I have to take a piss and do something about this chipped nail anyway,” I said. I looked down at my lilac-colored nails and the little chunk out of the index finger nail on the right hand.

    “I’ll just be a jiffy,” I cheerfully chirped, as Larry stopped at a pump and I took up my purse and opened the passenger door.

    “Take your time,” he answered, his voice showing that he was still pissed at my wheedling at him on what we were driving into in Philadelphia. “Take all of the time in the world,” he repeated, letting the words come out in little puffs of relief of tension.

    I should have paid more attention to what he said–and the way he said it. When I returned from the ladies room, the Buick wasn’t standing at the pump. It wasn’t parked over at the side, either. And I looked across the road to a greasy diner with semitrailers parked next to it and to the small strip motel beside that, one with the sign Halfway Diner and the other with the sign Halfway Motel, and still there was no Buick.

    Then I looked back at the pump. The small duffle bag with some of my stuff in it was sitting next to the pump. My gaze went to the gas station window then, where I saw two guys, one thin and young and the other burly and not so young, staring at me like I was the afternoon entertainment just about ready to give them a show.

    I walked over, perched on the duffle bag, and lit up a cigarette, just like I knew where Larry had gone and that he’d be back in a few minutes. Inside, though, I doubted that Larry was coming back for me. This was typical Larry–running out in the middle of what was not even an argument.

    * * * *

    “Uh, miss,” and then as I turned my head toward the gas station building, the voice adjusted to, “Um, sir.”

    The younger, thinner of the two men who had been watching me from the station window was approaching me. He had a cooking pot, with lid, in his hands, holding the pot’s handle with one hand and the pot lid with the other. I had the sensation of him hunting for his dinner and stalking something to trap in the pot by scooping the prey up. He was much to the same age as I was–perhaps just shy of twenty–and seemed embarrassed in approaching me. He wasn’t exactly ugly, but he was scrawny, with a bad case of acne, and looked beat down.

    His problem with gender identifying me was natural. From the back I could be taken as a woman, especially if my painted nails were in view, as they were just now, as I was still worrying the split nail. I was holding my lit cigarette out, supporting that arm with my hand on the elbow–sort of a Bette Davis pose, which I cultivated. And my hair was curly, full of body, with lighter blond highlights, and descended to my shoulders. It was one of my best features with men when I was having sex; they loved to run their hands through my hair.

    When I turned, though, the possibilities skewed toward the male. I wasn’t wearing facial makeup. When I did, I could easily pass as female. And my loose flannel plaid shirt and worn jeans weren’t a help in discerning sex. The shirt was loose enough to hide my breast projection. And I wasn’t built big enough to noticeably fill out a basket.

    “Yes?” I responded, giving him a smile, which made him blush. He was approaching me in jerks and starts. Looking past him, I could see the older, hulkier man standing in the window. He was much more like the men I usually encountered and serviced, and the expression on his face, although quizzical, could, I think, quickly go to interest if I vamped him. I had no intention of doing that, of course, but I sensed my vulnerability–and probably abandonment–and needed to keep all of my options open.

    It was then that I realized what was missing. I was sitting on my duffle bag, but I’d also brought a suitcase. Nearly all of my clothes were in there. Thank god that my makeup kit was in the duffle bag. “Shit,” I exclaimed.

    “Excuse me? I’m sorry. It’s just that–” The young man had taken a step back and was withdrawing into himself. Visions of turtle and shell ran through my mind.

    “Sorry,” I quickly said. “It’s not you. I just thought of something unfortunate.” I had to adjust my voice to a lower register than I had started in midsentence, thinking that it might be best to be male for the moment. “I’m sorry, I’ll move from the pump if a car comes up. I’m just waiting for my ride to come back.”

    “It’s just that . . .”

    “Just what?” I asked.

    He pointed to my lit cigarette and then to the pump. “A spark could set off an explosion.”

    Ah, the stealthy approach explained. “Sorry, I’ll put it out.” I started to rub it out on the sole of my loafers, but this sent the young man into panic.

    “No, please,” he exclaimed. As he did so, he held the pot out.

    Ah, that explained too. I gingerly put the cigarette in the pot and he slammed the lid down like he was the hero of the bomb squad. The town was saved. My hero. I gave him another smile. I guess I could suck him off, but he hardly looked the type who would be much fun in a fuck. My eyes went to his crotch, but I couldn’t tell. The jeans were baggy. Now the hulk in the gas station window . . .

    “Is there anything I can do for you?” he asked. “It doesn’t look like–”

    “No, it doesn’t look like he’ll be back soon, does it?” I said, with a resigned sigh. “Is the diner across the street any good?” I said that as I stood and lifted the duffle bag. But before he could answer, I exclaimed another “Shit!” as the seam in the bottom of the duffle gave way and out spilled most of the contents. Some of the contents were sex toys, which caused the young man to blanche, retreat a step, and look totally embarrassed.

    They weren’t his sex toys being revealed, though. I downgraded the possibility that he could be any use to me in exchange for servicing. The hulk in the gas station window, on the other hand, was sporting a big grin.

    I turned the duffle over and scooped the escaped contents back in it.

    “It’s the best diner in town.” The guy at the pump said in a meek voice. And then he laughed, releasing the tension in the air. “I guess you’d have to say that it’s the only diner in town–and that this isn’t much of a town.”

    “Thanks,” I said, wedging the turned-over duffle under my arm. “I guess I’ll give it a try. If the guy in the Buick comes back–”

    “I’ll tell him you are over at the diner,” the young man said, hurriedly as he backed off. “And the motel over there isn’t too expensive if you need . . . my name’s Dan. I work part time over there too. The other guy, in the station, is Gus. If there’s anything . . .” He sort of let that trail off, though. I think he was so overwhelmed by the situation that he didn’t hardly know what to say. I felt from the way he was hopping around and backing off that he couldn’t wait to get back into the building to tell Gus what he’d seen fall out of my duffle. I was pretty sure that Gus knew better than Dan what had been on display.

    On second look, he looked sort of cute. The shyness became him, and when that acne was gone . . . well, he was at least worth a smile and having on my side.

    “Thanks . . . Dan . . . you’ve been very helpful. My name’s Angelo. When the Buick comes back.”

    “Yes . . . sir . . . I’ll tell him you’re over at the diner.”

    And then, as Dan skittered back into the gas station building, I clumped across the road, stopping every few steps to ensure that I still had control over the duffle. As I drew close to the diner, I could see through the picture windows that several sets of eyes were watching me.

    I laughed. It was probably the most entertainment these people had in a month of Sundays. I guess it was something that I could still laugh at this predicament.

    All were silent and facing the door as I entered the diner. All men, no women. I found this a bit disconcerting and, for no reason I could put my thumb on, foreboding. I found myself sorry I hadn’t pulled my hair back in a pony tail or hadn’t painted my nails that morning. Without my facial makeup I was halfway between here and there. I wasn’t sure which to be. So, I stayed as neutral as possible.

    Directly opposite the door, which jangled and almost made me jump when I opened it, standing behind a lunch counter, leaning into the counter with his arms spread wide and hands pressed into the back edge of the counter, was a tall, dark-headed, thin guy wearing a short-sleeved white shirt that showed sleeve tattoos on both arms and a spider web tattoo on either side of his neck running right up under a scraggly beard. His eyes were boring into me and he had a half grin on his face.

    “Been sittin’ over there for a while, ain’t cha?” he said in a gravelly voice. “Been left to fend for yourself?”

    “He’s just run an errand,” I answered. “I decided I was hungry and the young guy over there recommended this restaurant.”

    “Not likely,” came a deep voice off to the side, which was met with laughs from more than one. Seven men of various ages and sizes–all definitely blue collar, though–were sitting in booths on the north side of the diner. It immediately registered with me that these must be the guys who matched up to the bunch of semis parked in tandem at the side of the diner. I looked over to the other side of the diner. Back in the corner, sitting in a booth, was a big-muscle dude, probably in his fifties, with wavy gray hair and the look of money about him. A blue denim shirt and pressed jeans and a peek at very expensive cowboy boots in the space under the booth. He also had some sort of flashy ring or two that were catching the light and reflecting off the diner walls and ceiling. He was smoking a cigarette, nursing a cup of coffee, and appeared to be reading a newspaper. Only appeared to be doing so, though, I could see. He was as interested in me as any of the others were.

    While I was still looking at him, he lifted his coffee cup to indicate he wanted a refill, and the guy behind the counter was there so fast with a pot that I surmised that the older guy in the corner was the big daddy of this tiny burg.

    While the tattooed waiter was gone, I gingerly put the duffle on the floor, being careful that nothing fell out–with the thought that if one of my toys saw the light of day in here, the truckers would have me on the floor and using it in nothing flat. I’d had considerable experience with long-distance truckers. Once again I missed the leavening effect of having a woman present.

    The tattooed waiter returned. “What can I get you?”

    “Serving breakfast or lunch?” I asked.

    “Yes,” he answered.

    I took a quick look at the menu and ordered a big breakfast. I probably should have taken inventory of what was left to me first in monetary means, though, as I suddenly realized that most of my cash and all of my credit cards were in the suitcase that was inside a Buick somewhere down the road toward Philadelphia. I did have some cash on me. Just not enough to be throwing it around on “everything and the kitchen sink” breakfasts.

    That didn’t stop me from cleaning off my plate. Who knew where my next meal would be coming from?

    Between trips to the big daddy table and the truckers’ corner, the tattooed waiter hovered in front of me on the other side of the counter while I ate, giving me a half leer.

    “Any buses to Harrisburg stop here?” I asked. He was just standing there, making me uncomfortable. I figured conversation would lessen the tension in the diner. The truckers, who probably were being boisterous before I came in, were huddled together, giving me looks, and whispering and sniggering among themselves.

    “Nope,” the tattooed waiter said.

    “I’ll be happy to give you a lift to Harrisburg,” a voice boomed out from the trucker’s corner.

    “You ain’t goin’ in the direction of Harrisburg, Sam,” another said. Laughs all around.

    “I could lift you, easy,” sniped another voice, followed by sniggers.

    “Any place around where I can get a duffle bag,” I asked the tattooed waiter, deciding that it was best just not to get into a conversation with the truckers, although I probably should have just taken the trucker up on the ride, even knowing what it would cost me. I had a strong feeling that time spent here was going to cost me that anyway.

    “There’s a consignment shop across the road, next to the gas station,” a voice from the other side of the diner said. A more commanding, assured voice. The voice of “I get what I want.” A little shiver went through my body. This was the kind of man . . . well, this was the kind of man I gravitated to. The information had come from big daddy in the corner.

    “Now, ain’t that convenient?” the tattooed waiter said. “Only five buildings here, and all of use to you.”

    “Five buildings?” I asked. I looked out the window and saw four, two on this side of the road and two on the other. The gas station and two-story consignment shop on the other side of the road and the diner and motel on this.

    “Yep,” he continued, with a leery smile. “The gas station got you here, the consignment shop will get you a new duffle, this here diner fed your stomach, and, if you’d like, I’ll show you the motel next door.”

    “Or you can get a ride with me to Harrisburg,” the trucker who had offered the service spoke up.

    “Yeah, for a ride of another kind,” another one chimed in. Laughter on that side of the diner. The tattooed waiter just smiled at me. No reaction from the big daddy corner.

    “That’s four buildings,” I said.

    “You missed the big, rambling one on the other side of the highway bridge?” the tattooed waiter asked. “I figure you can get a job there, if you’ve been just dumped here by that fancy Buick.”

    “Thanks for the breakfast,” I said, rising and putting money for it down on the counter, including a generous enough tip not to get any backtalk on that, even if I could ill afford it. “And for the direction to the consignment shop.” I said this to the waiter, not trusting myself to speak directly to big daddy in the corner. He was just the sort of man who only needed to beckon and I’d be there. And this wasn’t the place or time for that.

    When I got out of the diner and was looking both ways to cross the road–although there wasn’t much danger of busy traffic out here in the middle of nowhere–I looked north across the bridge over the highway. Sure enough there was a rambling two-story building across the bridge with a high fence around a lot behind in and more semis parked beside it. I could read the sign, a gigantic lit-up neon on top of the roof. It said “Halfway Adult Bookstore.”

    The place looked entirely too large to be just a bookstore and video shop. I’d been around the block; I knew what else would be going on there. So, I hadn’t fooled the guys in the diner one bit.

    * * * *

    “Yes, of course. We have a few right over there. Anything else you need? Anything else I can do for you? I saw you sitting over at Gus’ station. You been abandoned or something?”

    God, had everyone in this frickin’ town been watching me? And no women?

    “I may need some clothes too until my ride gets back,” I said. “Do you . . . oh, yes, I see the rack over there.” Who was I fooling? If Larry was coming back for me, I wouldn’t need to be buying any more clothes. “But maybe not, depending on how expensive . . .”

    “Short of money?” He asked. “Not a problem. There are always adjustments . . . trades.” This made me look at him. Maybe his early forties. Not particularly muscular but not bad looking. Not fat either. No sign of a beer belly or anything. Not fully white, though. There was something else in him. Black? Hispanic? He was giving me a steady look–an assessing one. I don’t think he missed much. The painted nails and the blonde highlights in my long hair. He’d been standing at the door as I crossed the road–like he knew I was coming to him. Had I betrayed something in my walk? So many things to think about in transitioning back and forth: the voice, the walk, the way I held my arms. The men in the diner had picked it out almost immediately. Who would expect them to be so savvy in a backwater like this? Maybe it said something about what went on in this backwater.

    So, who was I fooling.

    “Maybe you need some underwear?” he asked, giving me a steady look. He was holding up sheer panties, not briefs. “Or maybe something like this?” He held up a slinky red, satin sheath dress.

    As they say, the jig was up.

    “I’m not sure I can afford any of this,” I said, transitioning to what I sensed he wanted me to be. My stance went into that of a female and I gave him a come-on look. I let my voice go into a higher register. “My suitcase is in the car that hasn’t come back for me yet.” My helpless lass pose.

    “And, so, you don’t just need a new duffle bag”–he was helping himself to rummaging around in my slit duffel, not being visibly surprised at some of the items he found–“you could use more clothes and maybe a place to sleep.”

    “Yes, probably,” I said. “But I don’t really have enough to pay for–”

    “Yes, I think you do,” he said, giving me a meaningful look. “I live in the apartment upstairs–with Gus, who runs the gas station. We’ve got beds up there. I think you can provide more than enough to cover the cost of anything here and a place to sleep if you come upstairs with Gus and me.”

    At Kirk’s request–he had told me his name was Kirk, and exchange, having taken the stance he obviously wanted, I told him my name was Angel–I straddled his hips on his bed upstairs, wearing just the red satin shift he’d picked out. He was naked, and his body was fine enough, the cock adequate for the need. He’d given me time to do some makeup, so that I was mostly female for him. He appreciated the part that wasn’t, though, putting his hands on my buttocks and pulling me forward over his chest until, brushing the hem of the shift up, my hard cock was exposed to the attentions of his mouth.

    I had already given him a blow job and he was working himself hard again while giving me some attention.

    Raising his torso up to me, an arm went around my waist, pushing the shift up to below my tits, his cheek went to my bare belly, and his free hand traveled up to squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples. I gave him the sounds I was sure he wanted to hear. Coaxing my buttocks forward and down, I helped his sheathed cock head center on my lubed and puckered entrance and then, as he gasped and groaned, I descended on his shaft.

    His lips went to my nipples, and as we rocked back and forth and he panted, I murmured, “Yes, big boy, fuck me deep. Yes, just like that. Fuck me, fuck me.”

    As we rocked against each other I sensed we weren’t alone in the bedroom. The hulk from the gas station–Gus–had entered the room at some point. He was pulling his clothes off and had his meat out. He was erect and, where Kirk was adequate, Gus was much more than adequate. He was big, tall, and heavy–but much of the heaviness was in muscle. Whereas Kirk was more bookish, Gus was just the sort of guy who came into the bar I’d worked at in Harrisburg and paid for hard use of my ass.

    He came up on the bed behind me, straddling Kirk’s thighs with his knees. His hands went to my breasts, and he leaned my shoulder blades back into his hairy chest. “I don’t want to wait for a turn,” he murmured in my ear. “Can you–?”

    “Yes,” I answered before he finished. He was my kind of guy. I wanted him inside me. Strangely, though, as he pulled the shift off of me in one movement and pushed my chest down onto Kirk’s, causing my buttocks to rise to the need of his slow invasion of me on top of Kirk’s buried shaft, my thoughts went to the commanding presence of the man in the diner–the obvious bid daddy of this tiny burg of Halfway–and fantasies of him being inside me.

    Gus began to pump, squeezing my breasts hard, latching onto the side of my neck with his teeth, as Kirk encased my cock in one of his hands and started to stroke me.

    “Yes, Daddy, yes. Fuck me, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

    Where I slept that night wasn’t a problem. I was wedged between Kirk and Gus on the bed they apparently shared. I’d been shown a bedroom I could use, but I didn’t use it that night.

    * * * *

    I stopped out by the road in front of the consignment shop to catch my breath and steel myself for what came next. It hadn’t rained here since the landing of Noah’s ark on the mountain, I didn’t think, and each passing semitruck, entering or exiting I-81 raised dust up to my ankles. That’s all I could see moving hereabouts. Semis. Not that the small groupings of buildings were lifeless. Just that everything was on hold–and watching me. Kirk was standing into the doorway of the consignment shop, watching me as I paused at the road. Gus and the shy Dan were stationed at the gas station window, watching me. The tattooed waiter in the diner was just outside the diner door, back against a window column, one leg bent with the sole of his boot against the diner wall, smoking a cigarette–and watching me. Faces of men–truckers–inside the diner: all were turned to me, watching me.

    I wasn’t anyway in one direction today yet. I was half way, my hair pulled back in a pony tail, no facial makeup, but still the lilac nail polish, and I was wearing a tight T-shirt from the consignment shop. Today I had tits that showed. The satchel I’d taken from the consignment shop was stuffed with makeup. I had the red slinky shift and lacy panties folded into the purse as well. Kirk had told me to take anything I wanted from the shop–and to come back to bed.

    With a sigh, I set my shoulders and turned and walked toward the bridge over I-81–headed for that flashing neon Halfway Adult Bookstore sign beckoning from across the bridge.

    Over breakfast Kirk confirmed my assumption that there was more going on at the bookstore than books–that there was a gay bar behind the store front and rooms upstairs. He said this was the place that men who wanted men gathered from all over central Pennsylvania. This had come out when I remarked that I hadn’t seen any women around here yet.

    “You wouldn’t,” he’d answered. “Half way is strictly a man’s world. But half men are welcome here too–especially welcome,” he’d been quick to add.

    I’d asked about work around here and places to stay.

    “Mostly small farms around here,” he said. “Pretty self-sufficient. You could work part time right here in the shop, but there’s not much need for extra help. You can, of course, bunk out upstairs for as long as you want. But if I was you . . . and knowing now what you’re prepared to do for a man . . . well, I’d go over to the other side of the bridge. They’d eat you up over there, I’m sure. That’s where you could make money. Afternoons here in the store; evenings over there.”

    “You say they have a bar going?”

    “Yep, they sure do.”

    “And entertainment? I worked the pole in some bars in Harrisburg.”

    “Then you’d find work over there. Just assert yourself and what you have to offer in the storefront and I’m sure they’d be eager to show you what’s happening in back. But to work there, you have to pass muster with Mr. Kincaid.”

    “Mr. Kincaid? Who’s he?”

    “He owns the operation over there. Hell, he owns all of the operations here. The rest of us just work for him. You want to work here, you have to work for him too. And work hard for him. But whatever you do, don’t let him take you back to his farm.”

    Ah, the big daddy I saw in the diner, I thought. Yeah I could work for him. “What’s at his farm I wouldn’t like?”

    “The same that he’ll give you a taste of in deciding to hire you. The same, but much more. Young men who go out to his farm with him never come back–at least not to here.”

    “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”

    And I did keep it in mind all the time I was walking toward the bookstore. I paused in the middle of the bridge spanning I-81, and stood there, looking down on the traffic roaring past. Semis. A whole bunch of semis. But cars too. I found myself picking out the Buicks and wondering about Larry. Wondering if he was having second thoughts and would come back for me. I found myself leaning over the parapet, thinking about how easy it would be just to pitch over the side into oncoming traffic. Change it all here. Not being half of anything anymore. Being a whole, mangled corpse. Visions of Larry coming back to me and coming upon my crumpled body in the middle of the roadway below. He’d be sorry. Yeah, right.

    What scared me was that I found that attractive–a viable option.

    I thought about this Mr. Kincaid. I had dreamed of the man in the diner fucking me while Kirk and Gus were doing that last night. Being given the hint that he was demanding, taxing, in sex by Kirk didn’t change my attraction to him. Rather the opposite. That scared me too.

    Nearly everything scared me in my life of half this, half that. But, hell, I found that attractive too.

    I turned and marched on to the bookstore.

    The store part itself didn’t take up much room. It was obvious that there was more going on here behind the scenes. The parking lot was full of semis and yet I was the only one in the store, other than the clerk, when I entered. The guy, a gawky nondescript guy other than the big biceps and covering tattoos, was hunched over the counter, staring into a muscle-builder magazine when I entered. He looked up and suddenly was all attention.

    “Yes, may I help you?” he asked, giving the impression that he would move mountains to help me.

    “I’m looking for work,” I answered. “I dance the pole in Harrisburg, was dropped here without ongoing prospects, and have been told there might be work for me in whatever is behind this store.” I had decided not to start off with any lies. They quickly caught up with you in a dive like this.

    “That’s a distinct possibility,” the guy answered, giving me a big grin and almost whistling for me. “Not my call, though. Come on to the back. You’re in luck. Mr. Kincaid is here.”

    “You have a john I can use before I go back?” I asked.

    “Over in the corner. You want company?” We both knew what he was proposing–and that he was just flirting. The way he was treating me like visiting royalty pretty much revealed that he knew I was above his pay grade in terms of servicing.

    I had been prepared to work my way past the bookstore clerk if that was necessary, but it apparently wasn’t necessary, so I just smiled and said, “No thanks.” But I added, “Maybe later.” No sense burning any bridges.

    I spent several minutes in the john becoming fully Angel, and, when I came out with my hair down, my face made up, and wearing the panties and the red satin shift, the clerk’s eyes bugged out and he actually did whistle.

    “God damn,” he said in a hoarse voice.

    “Can you show me how to get into the bar?” I asked, using my breathy Angel voice, cultivated from watching numerous Marilyn Monroe movies.

    “God Damn,” was all he was able to say, but he did usher me to a door at the back of the store that was shielded by a beaded curtain. That opened to a smoky room, with a low hub bub of voices coming from a smattering of men hunched over tables. Sitting alone at a table, facing the room, at one end of a bar, was the same man I’d seen in the diner. Undoubtedly Mr. Kincaid.

    All sound stopped for a few seconds when I appeared at the door and then it started again in earnest.

    The clerk went over to Kincaid to tell him what I was interested in doing for this operation, and Kincaid waved me over to his table.

    “Russ Kincaid,” he said, as I sauntered over to the table, remembering to use my hips. He didn’t ask me to sit down, so I stood there, letting his eyes undress and ravish me. “I understand you’re an entertainer and looking for a job.”

    “I’m Angel,” I answered. “Yes, I’d like to do a gig here. I’ve danced the pole at some bars in Harrisburg. As you no doubt figured out, I was stranded here. Need to make some transportation money.”

    “You dance the pole? And, tell me Angel, do you lay on your back and open our legs too for a cut of the profit?”

    “Yes.”

    “Tell you what. I’ll give you a trial. Go over there and pick your music out on the juke box and do fifteen minutes of dancing on the stage there. Any of these guys who wants to take you upstairs afterward, you’ll get half. What they pay will depend on demand and what I think they can afford. After that there will be a private audition with me, though, to determine whether you come back tonight for a full session.”

    “Sounds fair to me.” I didn’t bother to ask how much half of a fuck session would be. I was lucky to get half, this being an audition and all. And maybe there wouldn’t be any takers.

    As I moved over to the juke box, though, the chance of there being takers was increasing alarmingly. The clerk in the bookstore must have made some phone calls, because there suddenly were about twenty men–of all ages and sizes and shapes–gathering around the stage, with its solitary pole.

    I danced the pole, briefly in the red sheath, but then in just the panties for a half hour or more. After the first song, the crowd was asking for more and someone was at the juke box bringing up another song. Kincaid didn’t stop the show until after the sixth song and until after men stopped drifting back to his table to consult with him.

    Afterward, the bartender ushered me upstairs to a room with a bed, a straight chair, and a dresser, and told me that I might as well lay on my back at the foot of the bed, strip off the panties, and open my legs.

    Wham bang, right after that a quick succession of four guys were shown into the room, their hard dongs already exposed, and got right down to the business of fucking me–two in the missionary position and two doggy style. They must have been on a time clock, because there was little talking and they all worked to an ejaculation in less than fifteen minutes each.

    Afterward the bartender reappeared, told me to put the panties and shift on again, handed me $200 in cash, and told me that Mr. Kincaid was waiting in his car out back.

    “He’s not doing it here?” I asked, afraid that he was going to take me out to his farm–where Kirk had warned me not to go.

    “He has a room he likes to use at the motel across the highway,” the bartender said.

    Kincaid drove a fancy Mercedes. He said nothing in the short ride, but when we got to the motel, instead of going immediately inside, he pulled my face down into his lap and made me give him a blow job. His cock was long and thick. Somehow I’d known it would be.

    Dan from over at the gas station was at the desk in the motel office when we entered. His eyes went big and his face revealed a look of concern when he saw me enter with Kincaid.

    “I’ll take the key to room 8, Dan,” Kincaid said.

    “Yes, Mr. Kincaid,” Dan said. As he turned to take the key off the rack, he flashed me a warning look. I was touched that there was someone–anyone–who cared what happened to me.

    In the room, which I realized Kincaid kept and prepared for just this sort of session, the big hunk beat the hell out of me before fucking me. As the door clicked shut, locked, he caught my cheek in an unexpected backswing that sent me reeling across the room and landing belly over the foot of the bed. He pulled me up by my hair, spun me around, and punched me in the stomach. I doubled over, and he pulled me up by my hair again and slapped me twice.

    None of it was full force, but I was fully cowed and malleable now, just going into whatever position he wanted and giving him anything he wanted. What he first wanted was to rip off the shift and panties, force me down on all fours on the carpet, mount me, and fuck me hard. His hands went to my throat, and as he rhythmically pumped me deep, the pressure of his hands took me to the brink of unconsciousness and back until, as he gushed his cum, he didn’t release the pressure and I blacked out.

    I woke to the sound and the feel of the lashes on my back and buttocks. I was spread-eagled, belly down, on the bed, my wrists and ankles restrained at all four corners of the bed. He lashed me with the hand whip until I was fully awake and moaning and begging him to fuck me again. I much preferred that to this. When he came down on top of me, entered me, and began to pump, I whimpered the, “Yes, Yes, fuck me. Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me hard,” that I knew he wanted to hear.

    I must have passed the audition, because when he was done, had dressed, and released my restraints, he said, “You start at the bar tomorrow night at 8:00 p.m. The room you were in there is yours to sleep in. You may use this room until then. Get plenty of rest.”

    And then he was gone. I heard the powerful motor of his Mercedes start up and then silence. I lay there, assessing the damage, which wasn’t all that much. Some welts and bruises. Once started, Kincaid gave me the impression that he was holding himself in check for now, but that he had so much more to give of what turned him on. I was still money in the bank to him now. I pulled myself up into a fetal position and moaned deeply.

    “Are you OK?”

    I turned my face toward the door to the room. Dan was standing there, looking very concerned.

    “I will be,” I answered in a weary voice. “Maybe in a hundred years.”

    “I have something that can help. Some salve. But it’s over in my room behind the garage. If you give me a few minutes, I’ll go over and get it and–”

    “No, not here,” I muttered. “I don’t want to spend any more time in this room than I have to.”

    “I understand,” Dan said. His voice was gentle and it was as if he really did understand–that this was a common occurrence here in Halfway. Suddenly, the little village wasn’t benign anymore. I had now met the owner, the führer of the town.

    “Can we go to the salve?” I asked, sitting up on the side of the bed, with effort. “In my satchel there. my shirt and trousers, please.”

    With trembling hands, Dan helped me to dress. He blushed as he touched tender skin. I knew what he’d like to have. I also knew that he probably was the only man in town who wouldn’t simply take it given the opportunity and power to.

    He was just as sensitive in applying the salve to my back and buttocks when we were sitting on the single bed in the small room he had off the back of the garage across the road from the motel. He clucked and groaned as he rubbed on the cream as if the wounds, the slight pain–I didn’t want to overrepresent how much real damage Kincaid had done–were his as much as mine.

    When he was done, I slid down onto my knees on the floor, pressing in between his knees.

    He looked down at me, paralyzed with shock, a rumbling coming up from deep inside him, as I unzipped him and fished out his cock. He was hard, of course, and it was a very nice cock, maybe the nicest physical attribute of him. I rubbed the shaft against my cheeks and looked up and gave him a saucy look.

    “God . . . no . . . you don’t have to do this,” he stammered, his face contorted and beet red.

    “That’s why I’m doing it,” I said, “because I don’t have to. I’m doing it because I want to.”

    He groaned and laced his fingers into my hair at the back of my head. There was a momentary pull of my head, as if he wanted to pull me away, but then I had his cock in my mouth and was sucking hard on his bulb. With a shudder, all of the tension went out of him, his hands cupping my head began to fall into the rhythm I was establishing of my lips gliding up and down his shaft, and he moaned in sheer ecstasy.

    I didn’t have to, and Dan certainly didn’t expect me to, but I stretched out on his bed on my back then and let him explore my body with his hands at will–which he did at great length. He didn’t suck me off, but he did stroke me to an ejaculation, and I gave him an award-winning performance with that, arching my back, writhing my hips against the slow pumping of his hand, grasping his elbow with my hand, whimpering for him, and, upon ejaculation, crying out for him to fuck me as I shot my load.

    With coaxing, he took me in a side split from behind, and as long as he was behind me I could imagine it was the hunkiest of Hollywood actors mining my channel. There was nothing wrong with the size of his cock and what he could do with it. There was a brief awkwardness when I realized he had nothing in the room in the way of lube or condoms, but I was able to supply them from my satchel.

    He fucked me slowly, shyly, continually asking me if it was good for me–if anything else he could do would be better. And it was good for me–especially when compared with the fast and furious fifteen-minute-max pokes by the truck drivers in the room over the bar on the other side of the bridge.

    He apologized when he was finished and said he had to get back to the motel.

    “No need to apologize. I wanted you,” I said. “You took care of me with the salve. And then you really took care of me.” He blushed at that. “Can I stay here tonight?” I asked, it suddenly occurring to me that the three places in this clutch of buildings that I now had rooms–the consignment store, the bar, and the motel–were all places I didn’t want to be tonight.

    “I don’t know,” he stammered. “I’m nothing like what you–”

    “I want to spend the night here, with you, in this bed,” I said.

    This evoked a small smile, a deepening of the blush, and the hanging of his head. “Of course you can stay here tonight,” he said. He turned and headed for the door, but then stopped, and turned back to me. “And whenever you want to leave here, I’ll drive you anywhere you want to go. I got a car right next to the room here.”

    I found that touching. After he’d gone and I’d showered in his small bathroom, I left to show up again at the consignment store next door. I’d promised to work a short shift there, and that’s where the rest of my clothes and stuff were.

    I had to laugh when I left his room and got a look at his ride. It was an old Buick LeSabre. I had arrived here in a new Buick and chances were good I’d leave in an old Buick. There was probably some irony in that, but I didn’t want to think about that just then. At least it wasn’t a semitrailer.

    * * * *

    I asked the bartender at the club what the usual lifespan of a pole dancer and rent boy at the club was, and he said “about two weeks.” Thus, when at the two-week mark Julio, a cute little Hispanic trick, showed up to share the duty with me and another Hispanic, Juan, who had been here before and seemed a permanent fixture at the place, I wasn’t surprised.

    What surprised me more was how extensive Kincaid’s holdings were. He had an “On the Road” special posted on the board behind the door into the bar, and I hadn’t been working at the club for more than three days when I learned what that meant.

    “This here is Mick,” the bartender cum club manager told me one evening. “You’ll be driving with him to near Philly to a truck plaza where Mr. Kincaid owns another club like this. He’ll leave you there and you’ll work the pole there until there’s another ‘On the Road’ special from there back to here–or to near Harrisburg, where Mr. Kincaid has a club at another truck plaza. Got that?”

    “But what’s in it for Mick, here?” I asked. “What’s so special about the special?” Mick was a big bruiser of a bearded mountain-man type who looked heavy but most of it was in muscle. He was maybe forty, tricked out in cowboy duds. He was leering at me like he would try to eat me in two bites.

    “Mick here will have privileges with you between here and where he takes you and for three hours after delivery.”

    Mick proved to be quite virile and a quick reloader. He had his money’s worth in the compartment behind the cab of his semi before he’d even driven out of the club’s parking lot. He stopped four times between here and Philly and banged the hell out of me in the back of the cab.

    In those two weeks I did an “On the Road” turnabout once to both the Philly and the Harrisburg ends. I usually, when in Halfway, slept in the room above the bar where I serviced men. Sometimes I just had to get out of the environment, and then I’d go to Dan in his room behind the gas station. He was always happy to see me. And I was happy to be with him too. He never got over the “lucky me” aspect. He’d been to massage school before becoming a “little bit of everything” at the Halfway gas station and motel, and whenever I came to him, full of tension from what I had to give men at the club, he relaxed me with a full-body massage before we had sex. He had magical hands, and I invariably had an ejaculation before we got to the main bout.

    And when we did get to the main bout it was unlike having sex with any of the men at this club or the ones I’d had sex with before–even Larry. Dan improved in expertise with each successive fuck, and I quickly forgot he was no physical beauty because what he could do with his hands, tongue, and dick were a thing of beauty in themselves. Besides, he noticeably upgraded his wardrobe and was hitting the antiacne drugs hard since I arrived.

    I had encounters with Kirk and Gus, too, the pair living above the consignment shop, but only on a couple of occasions. Being doubled took something out of me.

    During the two weeks, Kincaid continued to show up at the club of evenings and oversee all that transpired. I could sense his eyes on me whenever I danced the pole and they followed me as I ascended the stairs with a john tagging behind me. I was waiting in fear and anticipation for the time he’d call me to go with him–and not just to the motel. When, as Kirk had warned me, that he’d tell me he wanted to drive me out to his farm.

    That declaration came shortly after Julio was added to the roster of pole dancers, at the end of my first two weeks at the club.

    As I’d come downstairs from servicing a john and was passing his table, Kincaid reached out and grabbed me by the wrist. “Tonight I want to take you home with me.”

    A shudder went up my spine. I knew it was a command, not a request. “Sure thing, Mr. Kincaid,” I answered, and I turned from him so that he couldn’t see the fear and concern in my face and moved toward the stage.

    I didn’t make it to the stage. Another hand shot out as I was moving between the tables, and I looked around, in shock, to see that the hand belonged to . . . Larry.

    “Do you have to go back on stage just now, or can we talk for a few minutes?”

    “I have a few minutes,” I said, as I tried to control myself, still upset from the summons to Kincaid’s farm after the show tonight and wondering how I was going to get out of that. I sat down at Larry’s table. “Buy me a beer or I can’t be sitting with you,” I said. “And when the bartender comes over, slip him an extra twenty or I’ll have to leave.”

    It felt good to make Larry pay to have to talk to me.

    “I’ve missed you,” he said when the bartender had been satisfied and we both had fresh beers. I didn’t touch mine. I didn’t want a beer. I needed some sort of escape plan. The irony didn’t escape me that Larry was here. He wouldn’t have come back, I didn’t think, unless he wanted to pick up with me again.

    “On your way back to Harrisburg?” I asked. “I wasn’t aware that they’d called a special legislative session.”

    “They haven’t,” he responded. “I came from Philadelphia and am returning there–with you, I hope. I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have left you here–to have to be doing this.”

    “No, you shouldn’t have,” I answered. I wasn’t going to let him off the hook on that.

    “I asked about you at the gas station and they told me you worked here. They remembered me letting you off there.”

    “Of course they would,” I snapped at him. “It’s not like people get abandoned on their doorstep every day of the week here.”

    “I said I was sorry. This isn’t going well.”

    “Did you expect me to be all smiley face? You left me with nothing. Even took my suitcase. I had to rebuild here from nothing.”

    “I’ve missed you and know it was my fault–that I was in the wrong. I’ve come back to beg you to come to Philadelphia. To live with me in my apartment.”

    “Have you consulted with your wife and children on that–or the parents you say you live with?”

    “There’s none of that in Philadelphia. I just didn’t know if I wanted to be living with a man openly–a half man, a transvestite. I’m not out; you know I’m not. Now, having tried to make it without you, I know that it doesn’t matter. I need you. We can make it work.”

    “I don’t know. I’ll never know when the next time is coming that you’ll abandon me somewhere.”

    “I won’t. I promise.”

    He looked so hopeful. And it was a way out–a miracle of a convenience coming right at the right time, like this was some sort of Hollywood movie script. Everything coming together neatly in the end, and the happy couple riding off into the sunset in a new Buick to enjoy the happy ever after.

    “You have your car here?”

    “Yes, I’m parked out front.”

    “Let me get my things together then, and I’ll meet you out there at your car in a few minutes.”

    I stood up from the table and prepared to walk away, but his hand shot out and he momentarily arrested my movement. He looked up at me with grateful, puppy dog eyes. “I’ll treat you right this time, baby. It all will work out for the best. Trust me.”

    “I’m sure it will all work out for the best,” I answered. As far as trusting him, though . . .

    When I’d pulled what little I had together in the duffle I’d paid for in servicing two weeks previously, I left by the rear staircase and out the back of the building. Coming around the side of the building, I peeked around the corner and was able to pick out Larry’s Buick. He was sitting in the driver’s seat with his eyes glued to the front entrance of the place, assuming, I guess that I’d exit through that door.

    Keeping semitrailer trucks between the Buick and me, I went out to the road, walked hurriedly across the bridge, and to the other side of Halfway.

    Dan’s eyes lit up when he saw me enter the door to his room behind the gas station.

    “Get up and get dressed, Dan,” I said. “It’s time for you to give me that ride back to Harrisburg.”

    “Sure thing, Angel,” he said, standing up immediately and reaching out to the chair beside the bed where he had his jeans and shirt folded. No argument and no hesitation. I could see that he was distressed, though, and disappointed.

    “If you want, you could scrape together anything that you want to keep, and end up in Harrisburg with me,” I said. “I’m sure you can get a job there that’s better than you have here–maybe as a masseur. You have magic hands.”

    No hesitation there, either. His face lit up like a Christmas tree. I had no doubt what he wanted to do but he still asked, almost as if in disbelief, “Are you sure?”

    “Yes, Dan, I’m very sure,” I answered. And I was. It was time for me to settle down and to go more than half way in some direction too.


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  • Trial Of Strength (Book 1)

    The Cast Of Characters

    “A Trial Of Strength”

    The Cast of Characters in our story is so numerous that readers sometimes have a hard time figuring out who’s who in the tribe.  As a guide to help you keep the names straight here is a list of all the regular characters, with a brief description and the chapter number in which they first appear).   

    I get around to featuring all of the characters sooner or later but if you feel I have neglected your favorites please let me know and I’ll try to let them have their crack of the whip … so to speak.  In fact, if you have any comments or suggestion send me those too.    Thanks, guys.

    THE MEN

    Randy (Book 1: Ch 2) Leader of the tribe and boss of the Construction Company. Bob’s lover. Pablo’s adoptive dad. 

    Bob (Book 1: Ch 2 With his Superman looks loved by all. Co-founder of the tribe. Randy’s lover. Master of the twins. Senior VP of Investment Company. 

    Mark (Book 1: Ch 19) ‘The most beautiful cop in the world’. Co-owner of Construction Company. In love with both Bob & Randy. Jamie’s master. 

    Zack (Book 2: Ch 6)  Black leather master. Randy’s buddy and co-boss of the construction site. Master of Darius. 

    Hassan (Book 2: Ch 41) Exotic, Arab/Asian muscle-god Marine. In love with Mark. Master of Eddie. 

    Adam (Book 3: Ch 28)  Tall, handsome Aussie. Works for an Australian airline. Lives in a house next door with his Aussie boy Nate. 

    Jason (Book 3: Ch 48)  Gorgeous fireman, featured in the Firemen’s Calendar. Lives in a rustic house close by. Ben’s master. 

    Pete (Book 5: Ch 19) Handsome Forest Ranger. Lives up the hill with his boy Brandon. 

    Steve (Book 2: Ch 60) Psychologist – therapist to the tribe. Randy’s brother – looks like his twin. Lives in Hollywood Hills with his lover Lloyd. 

    Lloyd (Book 1: Ch 49) Company Architect. Lives with his lover Steve in the Hills. Addicted to gorgeous men (isn’t everyone?) 

    Mario (Book 4: Ch 36) Sophisticated young Italian. The tribe’s landscape gardener. Becomes Grady’s lover. 

    Grady (Book 5: Ch14) Starring as the “New Tarzan” movie now filming. Soon to be rich and famous. Mario’s lover.

    Uncle Mike (Book 7: Ch 21)  Bar owner in Palm Springs. Late 50’s, greatly respected by the tribe.  Only man to call Randy “boy”.  Larry is Mike’s boy.  Brian is his nephew.

    Miguel (Book 7: Ch 13)  Hispanic Alpha male.  In love with Zack – one of the leather guys.  Was rival to Randy, now co-equal dominant men.

    THE BOYS (all over 18) 

    Darius (Book 1: Ch 12) Senior Boy. Handsome young black man with 10-inch endowment. Zack’s boy. Pablo’s lover. 

    Pablo (Book 1: Ch 23) Senior Boy, Company’s chief mechanic. Randy’s boy and adopted son. Darius’s lover. 

    Jamie (Book 1: Ch 34) Senior Boy. Company’s office manager. Blond surfer. Mark’s boy. 

    The Twins (Book 2: Ch:34) Identical twins (and lovers) Kyle & Kevin. The house chefs. Bob’s boys. 

    Nate (Book 3: Ch: 21) The young fun-loving Aussie. In charge of the running of the house. Adam’s boy. 

    Eddie (Book 3: Ch 39) Nate’s assistant plus works in office part-time. Hassan’s boy. One of the ‘3 Amigos’.   Talks a lot.

    Brandon (Book 5: Ch 20) In a wheelchair, ultra-independent. Jamie’s office assistant. Pete’s boy. One of the 3 Amigos. 

    Ben (Book 3: Ch 16) Randy’s kid brother. Assistant mechanic to Pablo. Jason’s boy. One of the 3 Amigos.

    Danny(Book 6: Ch 19) Chef and house manager at the Grady House for Grady and Mario. Close friend of Brandon, Eddie and Ben.

    Tommy(Book 6: Ch 39) The Golden Boy, his arrogance masks his need to be dominated. Pablo’s boy at first he becomes the housekeeper for Steve and Lloyd.

    Brian(Book 7: Ch 14) Lived a reclusive life in the desert.  In a wheelchair like Brandon who befriends him and brings him to the tribe. Gets a job at the Grady House.

    Larry (Book 7: Ch 44) Uncle Mike’s boy.  Early 20’s, abusive childhood.  Originally Jamie’s friend when they ran wild.  Attracted to older men.  Lives with Mike in the desert.

    Tyler (Book 8: Ch 18) Shy reclusive boy, 18, falls out of a tree and becomes Pablo’s boy. Best friends are Eddie and Finn.  Out of his shyness a confident young man emerges.

    Finn (Book 9: Ch 4)  Defiant young hustler.  “I only do this for money and I don’t come cheap.  Take it or leave it.”  The macho Hispanic Miguel likes a challenge and tames Finn.

    Will (Book 9: Ch 19)  Naïve innocent boy, 18.  Abusive dad taught him man-on-man sex was wicked.  Lonely and confused has never touched a man – until he meets the twins.


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  • Byron Bay Foursome

    My sexual escapades with Alex over the past couple of months have been really

    Alex and I did receive a few offers for company last night in Byron Bay and as usual 90% of them read something like this:

    Hey Dave, would love to play with you and Alex. Email me.

    You are dreamin’!!! It is too much effort to tell us a little bit about yourself? Include a photo or two? If you sent us a message that read like that, I probably didn’t even bother to read it all before deleting it. If you are too lazy to send through a photo of yourself, then I’m too lazy to organize for you to fuck Alex’s super tight arse.

    Thankfully, some guys did send proper emails and Alex and I met up with two guys from the UK who are on a holiday and are in Byron for a week. One of the guys is a member of SwimmerBoyz.com and reads this blog daily so he couldn’t believe it when Alex and I were passing through. The guys were a couple that play together, str8 acting, early 30’s, fit and loved speedos – perfect combination for a leg of our Sex Safari.

    After exchanging pics and info we met the two English guys at Fishheads Restaurant which is a really nice spot. The two guys were a little older than us but not much and they were hot!!! They were str8 acting which made Alex feel a little more comfortable and if anyone walked past our table they would have thought it was 4 str8 mates just having dinner….. not the first act in a hardcore gay foursome.

    Dinner ended pretty late and we had all had a few drinks and the four of us were getting along well. Alex and I had established a bit of a signal so he could tell me which of the guys he liked better which didn’t really require any signal by the end of dinner. We then went back to the guys room which was just a couple of blocks south.

    Walking in their hotel room, Alex and his English guy moved to the couch and started making out, I moved with the other English guy to the kitchen to make some drinks and we both started making out before we made it to the fridge. Everyone was pretty horny and pumped up with anticipation of what was to cum.

    By the time I made it back out of the kitchen with some drinks, Alex’s belt and jeans were undone revealing his fully erect cock stretching the front of his black lycra speedos. The full erection might have been because his Enligh guys hand was rubbing the front of said black speedos. While in the kitchen I had managed to mention to my guy that I’d love for all three of us to fuck Alex and the English guy said that he had read my post about Alex’s Bucket List and they would be happy to comply. So after enjoying the show of Alex making out on the couch I interrupted and all four of us agreed that Alex should be fucked, one at a time, by the three of us.

    We stood Alex up, he knelt on the couch facing it so he was pretty upright. One of the guys had grabbed some lube and condoms and the other guy had pulled Alex’s speedo down around his knees. We also put a towel on the couch since we didn’t expect Alex to be able to stand 3 of us fucking him without climaxing.

    Now this was the view the three of us had…..

    So the guy that I had been making out with, he removed his jeans to reveal a classic black AussieBum speedo. He pulled his cock out the leg of his speedo, put on a condom and mounted Alex. While this was going on, I had removed my jeans and the jeans of the guy that had been making out with Alex and we were both making out in our speedos – mine were my red Arena speedos, he was wearing a pair of blue classic AussieBums.

    It was pretty hot sitting right next to Alex as he was being fucked. It didn’t take the English guy long before he he started thrusting deep into Alex and he started cumming. I love watching someones ‘O’ face!!! It was just in time too because I think Alex was getting close.

    After catching his breath the Englishman pulled out of Alex and it was my turn.

    I was really horny and it took me maybe 5 deep strokes inside Alex before I came. He was definitely loosened up more than when we usually fuck but it didn’t matter. Having two guys watching was enough to send me over the edge very quickly.

    That was two guys Alex had been fucked by, now it was time for his third in about 5 minutes and this was the guy that Alex had thought was pretty hot. I barely got my cock out of Alex and the 2nd English guy was on the couch with his cock out the leg of his speedos guiding his cock into Alex’s now used arse hole…. and now Alex was begging for it!!!

    Alex was asking the English guy to fuck him hard and I’m not sure Alex was quite ready for this guy to shove his cock balls deep on the first thrust – there is no way Alex could have taken this without being fucked by me and the other guy first. I was going to clean up but this was too hot and I knew it wouldn’t last long either. Alex was very vocal and he finally came without even touching his cock, both his hands were on the top of the couch. When he came, that was when the English guy in his arse started to cum as well with Alex’s spasming arsehole bringing him over the edge.

    With each of us having gotten rid of our first loads it was time for things to settle down. We all had a shower to clean up, Alex was covered in lube as you can expect. We had a drink, the English guys had spare speedos for Alex and I to put on and the four of us chilled out for a little bit to get our stamina back.

    Things started back up with the two English guys and I agreeing that since Alex had been so ‘accommodating’ the three of us owed him a triple blowjob.

    I think Alex liked it…..

    There will be more from this road trip I’m sure….. and probably with the English guys as they are heading south towards my place next week.


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  • Trans What — Who cares

    On another business trip to Greenville SC in a nice hotel but the usual boring meetings.  My evenings were spent looking for an ABS with no luck so the third evening I stayed in the bar.  How great that decision would be.

    I’m closer to 40 than I like but what can you do.  I’m divorced with an occasional girl friend and with that you pay for sex very differently so I resorted to reading sex stories and masturbating during the read and cumming all over my stomach and once in a while a load would shoot up to my chest.  

    I learned from one of my GFs that cum can taste different based somewhat on you diet.  One of her BFs was an alcoholic and his cum tasted like tired old bourbon or beer.  A diabetics cum can taste a little sweet and the usual bit of saltiness.  Just to name a couple.  I’d gotten BJs but never gave one but was always curious about how it must feel having   a hard cock in your mouth and tasting cum.  But my trips to the ABS was always get but never giving.  I was to learn these things this night.

    The third night started off with dinner then sitting at the bar watching some boring show on the TV nursing my drink as long as I could without the bartender asking me was I ready for another.  About 2 drinks later and a 1 and 1/2 hours I was about to give up, go to my room, take a shower and masturbate.  As I look back I’m glad it happened.  a woman came and sat beside me; not unusual as the bar was crowed so I thought nothing of it.  We had the usual conversation which turned casually into a sexual conversation.  “I’m bored out of my mind” she said.  “These meeting can try your patience”  I agreed and for some crazy reason, probably the alcohol, I began a short history of my situation.   Even going so far as to tell her my plans for this evening because of my horny station in life.  

    I didn’t expect that the woman, in her late 30’s early 40’s with long brown hair and obviously well endowed with a chest men would die for to suckle the nipples and just go nose first between them.  I was beyond any thought she would be available.   What a surprise.  It was late and I politely excused myself to go to my room.  To my surprise she went with me saying she was on the same floor so we went together.  As I was about to say good night at my door she asked if she could come in with me for a few minutes.  Of course, I thought, what man would turn down an invitation.

    She came in and I said for her to sit at the desk and I’ll sit on the bed.  She told “you know that conversation at the bar made me think about how horny I get sometimes”  I said “Really?  How can a woman like you not have many men try getting into your pants.”  She laughed.  What came next was totally unexpected but delightful and sensual.   Her name was Mandy by the way.  While sitting at the desk she said, “do me a favor and take off your trousers.  I want to see what kind of underwear you have on.”  Well by now my penis was beginning to stiffen and the alcohol just did it.  I dropped them and her comment was tighty whities colored blue and I see a tent beginning to form.

    She came over went to her knees and pulled my underwear down and took my penis in 1 hand cupped my balls with the other.  At that point I just laid back on the bed and let her have it all.  My cock grew hard and the feel of her hands, lips and tongue began to take me to a full orgasm.  My head cleared a bit and I asked her to undress.  She stopped, unzipped her dress and revealed a tight bra and pink panties.  As she undid her bra those beautiful globes on her chest flowed out and I wanted them in my hands and mouth.

    I asked her to take off her undies and she said “later baby, I’ll give you everything I have on me.  We lay together kissing as she fondle my cock and I practically drooled of them.  At some point she started kissing and sucking on my nipples and moved down to my cock and took up where she left off.    By now I was too far gone and said keep it up and I’m about to explode.  All I heard was a moan of sorts and I exploded every bit of cum stored after a few days without masturbating.  Her tongue was all over my dick licking what cum she couldn’t swallow.  I soon got to that super sensitive point where any more touch of the head of my cock just couldn’t take any more.

    I asked her to stop and come up so I could kiss those wonderful lips of hers.  She did and with the first kiss I tasted my own cum as she let it slip out into my mouth.  She asked me if I wanted to cum again.  I told her I wasn’t sure I could.  She said watch this.  She took my cock in her mouth again and I felt a finger slowly slip into my butt hole.  She found my prostate and my penis rose to the occasion.  Before I knew it I was rock hard.  Then sshe told me to roll over on my stomach and her tongue began to slide between my butt cheeks and when it hit my butt hole I almost squeeled like a little girl.  I was ready for anything.  I said let me fuck you and she return no that I had a big surprise.

    I felt more pressure on  my asshole and suddenly something slide in all the way and began she began fucking me.    This just blew my mind.  Her/his by now understood pumping my ass got faster and harder then came the sound I  understood she came inside of me.  I was out of my mind in complete mind boggling.

    She climbed over me putting her thin but long nice looking cock right at my mouth.  I fell asleep with her cock in my mouth and mine in hers after she made me cum one more time.  I woke in the morning alone but a phone number saying next time I’m in Greenville give her a call.   What an awakening.  I’m looking forward to my next meeting.


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  • Satisfying my Curiosity

    I got the ticket through a friend’s boss. It seems he was planning to go without his wife, until she found out. My friend Kent was already booked into a ski bum bash at Vail, so I scooped up what turned out to be the experience of my life. Even the food tastes different to me now, somehow. But all that is jumping the gun a little bit. Let’s slow down and take it all from the beginning.

    I was at my desk running the last of my Y2K checks on my system when my friend Kent called with the offer. I kind of liked the idea of a New Year’s Costume Party. It was certainly different. But when he said it was a production of the strip club we went to for his bachelor party, I almost dropped the phone. Hell yes, I wanted those over priced tickets to Paradise. 

    I hadn’t even thought about a costume at that point, but I was damn sure I wanted to see all those gorgeous women in whatever they would be trying to wear. My cock got hard at just the though of it. 

    My costume was my girlfriend, Paris’s idea. Paris was a beautiful, adventurous redheaded divorcee, 5-foot 9-inches tall, and weigh 155 pounds with very smooth, milky white skin and medium size breasts with nice sensitive nipples. 

    Since it was highly unlikely that we’d know anyone at this shindig, I went along with her harebrained scheme. What the hell, right? Who would know it was me in that little nurse’s outfit anyway? 

    Paris was going dressed as a doctor, so it would be fun, right? Well, at least that’s how I rationalized it in my head, at the time. 

    She spent weeks getting our outfits together. 

    I had to try mine on several times for her to ‘get it right’. Although, I know that, towards the end, she was just getting a kick out of seeing me in a dress. That was okay, though, because I made her serve up a blowjob with each fitting, to keep my men’s pride up in the face of cross-dressing, of course. I could tell she liked the ploy, because she did the last fitting in just a pair of panties and tried to suck my cock out of my body by the root. Thank God the party was coming up the following week. My poor cock was in need of a rest. 

    Tragedy struck at Christmas. Paris’s father died on Christmas Eve. As we’d only been seeing each other for a little over a year, I couldn’t arrange the time off I would have needed for the flight to Atlanta for the funeral. I’d like to have gone very much. Paris was so in love with her Daddy, that I wanted to be there for her, but work wasn’t going to wait for a relative I hadn’t even met, let alone been related to. To her credit, though, my beautiful brave girl understood completely and marched boldly on by herself. 

    I had thought about not going to the party, I mean, half of my costume had flown south. The thought of seeing all those sexy sights, however, brought my internal compass right back to true. The real problem was, my costume dresser had also flown south. I wrestled with the problem all of the week between Christmas and New Years. Then it hit me like a bolt of lightning. I called my sister, only to find out later that Paris had beaten me to it by a full day. 

    Now Lucy and I had always been friends, except when we were trying to kill each other, but this was uncharted territory for us. You should have seen the look on my face when she jumped at the chance to go. It wasn’t until later that I found out I’d been set up. 

    Her husband had to work and our mother had insisted that all the grandchildren come to her house for the night, in the event the world really did come to an end. 

    That left Lucy free to come to the party with me. Cool, but I found it interesting that our mother had chosen to face the Apocalypse with her grand kids and not her kids. When I remembered that such would mean spending New Year’s with my Mom, well, I chose not to dwell on it too much. 

    Lucy is a bigger girl than Paris, and would never have fit into her costume. Nor was she inclined to do so. She said she had an outfit all picked out already. She insisted, thought, that I still wear the nurse’s outfit that Paris had made. She spouted endlessly about the time and love that Paris had put into it. I suspect, however, that she was grooving on seeing me in a dress too. Again, I chose not to dwell too much on it, pussy that I am.

    Finally, the big night arrived. We had called Paris at her Mom’s early in the afternoon. She said she was doing better, but was a bit worried about her mother. 

    Then Lucy got down to business, getting all the details on how Paris had planned out my look. You wouldn’t believe what this bitch had had in mind. 

    My own sister stripped me nude and tossed me in the tub. 

    After a vigorous protest and a rousting defeat, she barged into the bathroom and shaved my legs bare. The feeling couldn’t have been more foreign to me and was unmatched in my experience, right up until Lucy shaved my pubes off too. 

    I was wide eyed and rendered speechless. My sister, on the other hand, carried on like she was a girl with a doll playing dress ups. The indignities continued. Next came eyebrow plucking, facial shaving and one of those stocking cap deals that hold hair under a wig. I tried desperately not to look at myself in the mirror.

    Lucy took a little too much pleasure slipping the silk stockings on my newly nude legs. By the time she strapped that bra on and filled it with ‘my breasts’, she was openly giddy. I wanted to slap her, but she was so pumped up, I probably would have been seriously hurt in return. We went on. Rembrandt went to work on my face. 

    My God, do you women really have to work that hard to achieve a look? Granted, Lucy was trying to sculpt a feminine look from a masculine rock, but…. damn. It took forever. 

    You know how, in show business, they talk about hours of make up? Try three hours, friend. I thought my face would fall off. I was stunned, though, when she made me look in the mirror. I secretly wondered whose face I was looking into. Then it hit me, Mom’s. I shuddered a little.

    Lucy finished dressing me and then she went off to get herself ready. I waited far less time for her than it had taken her to do me. During the waiting time I seriously had to think about whether I was going to do this or not. I smoked damn near half a pack of Lucy’s cigarettes, and I hadn’t had one in four years. I was growing lightheaded and that’s where I think I lost the idea of chickening out. 

    Lucy came out of the bedroom at that point, dressed in an overcoat. When I pressed her to see her costume, all I got was a ‘later’. We dashed through the lobby and sped away before both of us could change our minds one final time.

    The club was a nondescript building on the outside. On the inside, however, it looked like a Sultan’s Palace. 

    The waitresses, bartenders and assorted staff were all decked out like Harem girls and boys. Again, we chose not to question these things too much. 

    I checked my specially made cape and held my hand out for Lucy’s coat. I almost dropped it when I saw what was underneath it. Now I’ve never been one for big girls, like my sister Lucy and probably because of her, but I was instantly jealous of my brother in law. 

    My beautiful, blonde 5-foot 4-inch, 120 lb., size 4/6 (depending on who makes the cloths), perfect looking sister had on a negligee that alternated black silk with a sort of netting like fabric that showed off her curves, but none of the good stuff. 

    I was absolutely floored. I hadn’t seen that much of my sister since we were babies. And believe me, I have no memories of such an event. She was gorgeous, and needed to be told soon because she looked scared enough to bolt at any second. I leaned over and kissed her cheek softly.

    “Damn,” was all I needed to say, her shoulders relaxed and we headed for the bar. 

    We’ve all heard of Sodom and Gomorra but has anyone actually been there? I believe I have. The things I saw at this party have corrupted my soul and I’m now Hell bound just for being there. And I wouldn’t change one minute of it.

    First, I stopped a Harem girl with a tray of Champagne. Her breasts were clearly visible beneath her purple top. They were mighty nice too. I suspect her pussy was also visible, but I couldn’t see through the tray she held. Oh well, I moved on. 

    There were the usual things I had expected to see, a man and woman in matching leather underwear, various married women in their limited lingerie and the occasional husband who made some sort of effort to look somewhat sexy. There were a few unattached guys there and looked obvious enough to get arrested. But it was the girls that made the extra effort that really caught my attention.

    I saw a woman in a real grass skirt with an orchid-lei. Her skin was not the deep tan of the Polynesians but she looked good anyway. 

    Another woman was decked out in an outfit made entirely of sparsely laid out leather straps and a matching black cape. I deduced she was trying to be some sort of sexual super hero. I would let her rescue me any day, believe that. 

    Another pair of college age girls had worn their cheerleading sweaters with white socks and sneakers. It seems they had also shaved their pussies bare for the event and were so proud of the job they did, they just had to show everyone, for they forgot the skirts that went with the sweaters. 

    A man across the room wore nothing but a stuffed sheep on his cock. I don’t know how he attached it to him, but I’m guessing he didn’t keep it up all that time. 

    I myself, though, was having no hydraulic problems at all. My poor panties were really getting a workout this night. 

    The most curious costume literally jumped out of the crowd at me. A late thirties woman stepped up to me and snapped a crisp salute. She wore a pair of sunflower yellow bikini panties, white socks and saddle shoes, a blue and gold Cub Scout neckerchief and ponytails. My eyes just widened a bit as she put on a little show.

    “Slut Scout Maggie reporting for inspection, Ma’am,” she barked out. Then her eyes rounded in surprise, as did her mouth, as a wet spot grew in her panties and the pee dribbled down her leg into her shoes. 

    “I’m sorry, honey,” I began in an effected female voice. “I think you were looking for someone a bit more,” I dropped my voice, “feminine.”

    I thought the poor woman was going to burst into tears. She’d wasted her little play on me, without the means of starting again and I turned out to be a wrong number. Luckily, a kindly grandmother, dressed in what I can only describe as a chain mail nighty, jumped in and roundly scolded the errant Slut Scout. 

    The Slut Scout was in her glory when the older woman took her by the ear and dragged her across the room. Watching an experienced but certainly well maintained ass hurry to keep up, I was tempted to go and watch the spanking the Scout had worked so hard for, but I was interrupted.

    A disturbingly handsome man stepped out of the crowd, stopped a passing Harem girl and handed me a glass of Champagne. I took it but said nothing. I was still transfixed on his ‘costume’ when it registered that he had spoken.

    “I said, to the millennium,” he repeated.

    I still lacked the ability to speak, but clinked my glass against his glass and drank his toast just the same. 

    I was too busy staring at his ‘costume.’ I mean, I’d expected the girls to take off every stitch and run around like that, but the thought that a guy might do it had never occurred to me, not to mention that said guy would catch and hold my attention. He had a ‘Fred Flintstone’ like caveman fur type of thing painted onto his nude body. I tried, but just couldn’t take my eyes off him. And, if I may say so, he was well worth looking at. 

    As I mentioned, he was disturbingly handsome, close to my age, early 30s, very sexy in a masculine way, taller than my 5-foot 9, about 6-foot or better, slim but muscular like a swimmer, short blonde hair, sexy full lips and a captivating smile with naturally white, straight teeth. 

    Because I’d never much hung around gyms and locker rooms I’d never really seen very many cocks, so I guess I was curious, is why my eyes drifted below his waist. 

    I could tell by the way that he smiled at me when he caught me looking that he didn’t mind because he was proud of it. Even though my cheeks turned red from embarrassment, I still got a good look at it and was surprised at how big it was.  Even flaccid it was about 8-inches long, uncircumcised, and looked about as big around as one of those tall cans of Coors.  Of course, it had to be thick to support its big reddish/purple plum shaped Ping-Pong ball sized head and the pair of golf ball sized nuts dangling below it. In keeping with the tone of the evening, however, I did not question this at length.

    He smiled sweetly. “First time, hon?” 

    Still stunned, I didn’t even try to evade his meaning. I just gave a meek, “Uh huh,” and let it go at that. 

    Luckily for me, the band wound down and the emcee announced the countdown to midnight. I turned and he moved closer to my back. Curiously, somewhere deep in my brain, I was glad that I looked ‘my best’ at this particular moment in time. I also had an unsettling thrill growing in my balls. He put a hand on my shoulder and then let in slowly drift down my back until he was cupping my ass, as we shouted out the last 10-seconds of the year. 

    The moment of truth came at the expected time. And without the slightest hesitation on my part, at the stroke of midnight, I kissed him as if it were something I was supposed to do. Our lips met softly at first, then got deeper and harder. His kiss was one of the most sensual I have ever been on the receiving end of. I melted, ever so briefly, in his hands like an M&M wannabe. 

    When he broke, I stayed motionless for a long moment catching my breath, and then looked deep into his sky blue eyes for another long minute. 

    “Call me,” he whispered in my ear and slipped a matchbook into my hand. With all the gallantry of a knight of old, he strode away rather than prolong my awkward moment. I felt a pang in my heart at the kindness, and sexiness, or such a gesture. Then I straightened up and donned my male persona and armor once again. 

    I found Lucy in the company of 2-women, who had the look of wolves about to feed about them. Thinking quickly that we both had lives and relationships to keep intact, I collected her and we headed for the door before we had the serious chance to misbehave and have something to feel guilty about. Although she had said she wasn’t ready to go, I knew she would thank me in the morning and she did. 

    The drive home was completely silent. I didn’t even turn on the radio. 

    Needless to say, we were both horny as hell. I’m sure we were both wondering the same thing too. If it would be okay if something happened between us in these predawn hours of the New Year. But we both knew that in a night filled with such strangeness that was a line best not crossed. 

    I will admit, though, I saw nothing wrong with the two of us masturbating ourselves together. 

    I could tell, just by looking at her, that Lucy was dying to play with herself. She always was an avid fan of self-satisfaction. 

    I pulled up to her door before the subject or any subject, found a voice. 

    She kissed me on the cheek, thanked me softly and got out. I did notice thought that she failed to put on her coat for the bitterly cold walk to the door. Cold shower substitute perhaps or maybe just letting me get one last look? Yet again, I chose not to question.
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    I stumbled into my apartment with a loud shuffle. No one was home, so it really didn’t matter. I didn’t even bother to try to get the make up off. I just stripped down to my panties and lay on the bed, stroking my impossibly hard cock through the silky fabric and thinking about the handsome guy at the party. 

    As I looked at the matchbook cover I was pretty nervous, I decided to give it a try. My heart caught in my throat when he answered. “I’m the nurse from the party,” I stammered in a feminine voice, “I was thinking about you.”
    .
    “Yes, I remember you,” he purred in a voice as sweet as honey. “I hoped you called to invite me over.”
    .
    “I was thinking about it,” I explained, “But, I’m scared, I’ve never done anything like this before.”
    .
    “What’s there to be scared of?”

    “There are things that you don’t know,” I whispered.

    “So, tell me,” he replied.

    “Things are not what they seem,” I moaned.

    “They never are.”

    “I’m not really a girl,” I confessed, bracing myself for the onslaught.

    “Well, no shit.”

    “You mean you knew?” I stammered in shock.

    “Duh, girls don’t have Adam’s apples,” he laughed.

    He came over about 30-minutes later and he looked just as good in slacks and t-shirt as he did naked, well, almost. 

    When he got there, at first it was rather odd. I didn’t know what to do with him. Should I get naked, should I stroke myself? 

    He wasn’t the least bit nervous. He took my wrist and let me feel his cock through his pants. Then leading me towards my bedroom, he said, “It’d be easier if he lay down.”

    When he pulled his slacks down, my face glowed like a kid on Christmas morning. His cock was already as hard as a rock. I’d never touched another man’s cock before, but with very little hesitation I started stroking him a few times, and without asking, I went for it and before I knew it I had him in my mouth. My lips were wrapped around his cock and I was sucking away.
    .
    I closed my eyes and savored the feel of my mouth moving up and down on his massive cock. 

    As he stroked my hair, I heard him murmur, “Guys do give better head.”  

    Then something happened, I felt a strange reaction in his cock, it seemed to get harder and clinched up. When he exploded I eagerly sucked down every drop of his sweet man cream and swallowed it right down like a pro. 

    After he exploded, we lay there for a few minutes basking in the after glow. It felt simply marvelous to explore that whole strange new world. 

    When he was gone, I lay there wondering what Paris would think if she knew what had happened. As I lit one of the matches and burned the whole book, I thought, fortunately she’d never find out. 

    I ’d lit the cigarette that I’d bummed off Lucy and settled back for the return trip to my real life. The butt tasted so good. 

    The end…


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