Archive for August, 2007

Hot Lunch story

Thursday, August 30th, 2007

I live in what you might call a semi-suburban area. It is pretty well

built up with various subdivisions, but it is unincorporated. That

means we are beyond the reach of a city sewer system, so we have to

depend on a septic tank to dispose of solid waste. These can be a real

pain in the ass, especially when you have to dig up and replace 20

feet of crushed 6-inch PVC pipe from the house to the tank in the

middle of a wet early winter day as I did about six years ago.

The thing about a septic tank is that every 6-7 years they fill up,

and when they get full, you have to call a professional, who comes out

with a big tank truck and sucks out all the accumulated shit. This

happened at our house two summers ago. All of the toilets backed up;

we had shitty water everywhere, and, well, you get the picture. So I

called the necessary people, and the company said they would send a

man out the next day.

Now I work out of my home, while my wife works in town, so being home

to meet the tank truck operator was no big deal. I expected some fat,

toothless redneck or a big, beefy black guy to show up, but what I

got, right around lunchtime, was a slight, pleasant young man of about

30. He was about 5-7 with curly blond hair and rimless glasses, who

looked like he’d be more at home teaching a college class than lugging

heavyweight hose and sucking up shit for a living. The truth is, this

guy was gorgeous, and when he peeled off his t-shirt to get to the

task at hand, I couldn’t help myself. My stomach and my cock started

churning.

I should say at this point that I am not gay. I have little use for

gays or for the gay lifestyle, although I’ve have and have had friends

of both genders who are/were gay, and I respect their right to live

their lives any way they choose.

Paradoxically, however, one of my hottest fantasies for a long time

has been to have sex with a man, to suck a dick and have a cock

fucking my ass. I discovered during my college days many years ago the

effect anal penetration can have on the sexual experience, and I’ve

been hooked ever since. Believe me, don’t knock it until you’ve tried

it.

Keep in mind, I’m not interested in a gay relationship, per se; in

fact, in my fantasies, these men are nameless and faceless. They

materialize out of thin air, with disembodied dicks that fuck me, suck

me, cum in me and on me, then disappear. By the way, my wife of some

20 years knows about these fantasies and we often use them to enhance

what is still a pretty active sex life, considering our hectic family

and work lives.

Speaking of sex, I happened at that moment to be incredibly horny. The

good wife and I hadn’t had sex in over a week. She’d been on her

period, and had also been working extremely hard on a major project,

so she’d been too pooped to putter. So I’d been sitting at the

computer that hot morning surfing the Net for porn, and was

contemplating a rousing stroke session when the septic tank guy showed

up, considerably earlier than I expected.

Like I said, I’ve never been particularly attracted to men, but I was

definitely attracted to this guy, whose name was Greg, and it wasn’t

just the fact that I hadn’t gotten laid in over a week. I wasn’t sure

what, if anything, would happen, but I decided right then that the

time would never be better than that moment to make my gay sex fantasy

come to life.

So I walked out into the back yard to chat. I was dressed in a pair of

baggy gym shorts, no underwear, and a loose-fitting tank top. I’m in

my mid-40s, and while my hair has gone mostly gray, I still have all

of it, and people tell me I look much younger than I am. I’m not a

fitness freak, but I keep myself in decent shape. I watch what I eat

and try to walk a couple of miles two or three times a week. Greg, on

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Going Hiking

Wednesday, August 29th, 2007

After a long week at work, I sped home to pack and get ready for my

trip. Bill and I were going hiking and camping in the mountains about

an hour from our house. I had already packed the night before and was

just getting the last minute details squared away before we left.

I went into the house through the garage and grabbed a beer as I

passed the fridge. I picked up my pack and tossed it over to the door.

I changed from my suit into hiking boots, jean shorts, and a tank top.

I scooped up my pack on the way out of the bedroom and tossed it into

the bed of my pick-up truck. I surveyed the wall of equipment in the

garage and picked several items. I grabbed the ropes and D-rings that

we needed for climbing. I grabbed a harness for myself and then a

sturdier one for Bill. Once all the gear was loaded, I called Bill to

let him know I was on the way. I pulled another beer out of the fridge

and locked my house on the way out.

I honked my horn as I pulled into Bill’s driveway. He came out of the

front door and started down the walkway. I admired the way Bill

looked, as I always did. He was 6′2″, 200 lbs., and short cropped

black hair. He carried a dark tan all year around. He was dressed like

I was, and the muscles of his powerful legs flexed with every step.

The muscles of his chest and shoulders were obvious through the thin

material of his tank top. We could have been brothers, as must people

asked. We were both the classic ideal of the all-American man. No one

would have ever guessed that we were lovers, and had been for 2 years.

The sex was awesome, but we were also the best of friends. We shared

the same love of sports and exercise, found humor in the same things,

and enjoyed gourmet cooking.

We were well on our way to the mountain and had moved off the main

roads as we climbed higher and higher. The traffic was very thin and I

missed not being able to dodge slow moving cars to get up the

mountain. The powerful engine could really get the short bed F-150

moving and passing cars was like being in a road race. So, I contented

myself with tuning a new station on the radio. I brushed my hand

against Bill’s leg as I brought my hand back to the wheel. “Don’t

start something you can’t finish, pal.” Bill said as I looked over at

him. He leaned over and got another beer out of the cooler on the

floor and drug the cold can up my leg as he sat back up.

“Cooold!” I squealed. Bill rubbed the cold spot on my leg with his

hand and took a swig of his beer. The hand on my leg was moving higher

and I shifted in my seat to allow access to my hard cock if the hand

should go that high. I hoped that it did. Just as I had hoped the hand

began massaging my hard cock through the material of my jeans. Bill

reached inside the pant leg of my shorts and freed my cock from its

cage. I sighed as bill moistened his finger in a drop of pre-cum and

rubbed it across the sensitive skin of the head of my cock. I was

still not comfortable and so I unbuttoned my jeans and lifted my hips

so I could slide then off. I felt so free without my shorts that I

took off my shirt also.

I must have been a sight driving down the highway wearing only hiking

boots, with one hand on the wheel and one hand on my dick. Bill

reached over and pushed my hand away so that he could stroke my cock.

He stroked up and down the length of my shaft and lubed up his hand

with the pre-cum that was running out of the tip of my cock. As my

excitement grew I urged Bill to take me in his mouth and finish me

orally. Bill was an excellent cocksucker and really enjoyed his work.

When Bill’s lips touched my hot cock, I groaned and reached up to run

my fingers through his close cropped hair. He licked all over the head

and then slowly took my length down his throat.

He bobbed up and down on the shaft with a strong suction that drove me

crazy. I tried to concentrate on the road, without much luck. I was

close to my climax and yelled out ” I’m cumming”. Bill deep throated

my cock just as a flood of cum escaped the tip. He sucked and

swallowed every drop of my cum and then stroked the shaft trying to

milk every last drop from me. Bill kissed the sensitive head and sat

back in his seat. He reached for his beer and took a long pull. “Shot

of cum with a beer chaser, bartender.” We both laughed at his little

joke, and I struggled to pull my shorts back on and stuff my deflated

cock inside.

I had just zipped my shorts back up when we came into the small town

that lodges hikers before the climb.

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gay quest

Thursday, August 23rd, 2007

The next spunk he sucked so devotedly out of me was Brian’s, his own boss’s, the

very bank official who had first sent him here. It happened the first day after

Jim’s total makeover, when without being fully aware of it Jim had committed to

dressing and looking like a woman for good, the first day after his three-week

full-time crash course in femininity had gotten under way. I thought of telling

Jim this to mortify him, that he was sucking his boss’s cock at one remove, but I

couldn’t violate client confidentiality. Then I realized that with Brian’s

cooperation I could convert Jim completely and irreversibly by the end of the

three weeks available. So why shouldn’t he suck his boss’s cock directly, and

enjoy it? Many women do. No news there!

I mentioned to Brian that I had this curious transsexual client, a man he had

recommended to me who now thought he was really a woman and who thinks semen on a

cock tastes like melted ice cream. Brian immediately recognized that it was Jim,

as I’d intended, and immediately asked for an introduction to this “lady” who

felt so impelled to suck cock. He’d wondered what was happening with Jim

because, as he said, Jim’s perfume and make-up had been duly noticed by everyone.

In fact he’d become something of an embarrassment, fixing his face daily,

arranging his hair like a woman’s even while he pretended to be a man, so he’d

been reassigned to a back office.

I asked Brian straight out, would he let Jim suck his cock. He was amused by the

idea. He quipped that many employees seem willing in order to secure

professional advancement, but even so, he’d have trouble letting a man come near

his prick. He thought a bit longer. A man who looked and acted like a woman

might be another matter. And a man who was already so much a woman he could

never again become a man, why, he’d enjoy being serviced by that kind of woman.

Especially — and he looked at me — especially if there were no charge for the

service. Was I sure that Jim’s conversion was now irreversible?

I told him that in another week or two it would be, that with his help there

could be no going back for Jim ever. What he had to do was quite simple — audit

Jim’s books at the bank. But in absolute secrecy, and to do absolutely nothing

about whatever he found.

Brian looked quite serious when I said this, and was about to refuse. But I

added quickly that any irregularities in Jim’s accounts would be set straight

together with whatever interest was required to convert missing funds into

“loans.” That I personally guaranteed whatever the sums, as long as they

remained confidential. That no one need ever know about them, nor about the

slack supervisorial hand that had allowed them even when the employee began

acting peculiarly unconventional. That not even Brian’s wife needed to know that

he had been tipped off to the embezzlement, if any, by a woman who regularly

gratifies his need to be whipped. I now looked back at Brian equally seriously.

He grinned, and explained that when money has been mismanaged or embezzled, most

businesses prefer getting it all back quietly to pressing charges against the

embezzler and perhaps thereby giving other employees ideas of their own, and

meanwhile needlessly distressing stockholders. Of course the malefactor had to

disappear and never reappear again, or Brian would be obliged to order his

arrest. I nodded and agreed. Jim would disappear.

I then told Bryan that just as banks give depositors gifts of radios or toasters,

he would receive a bonus — no charge for his first few deposits into Jim’s

mouth, and afterward the two of them would be free to make their own

arrangements. Brian might never have to pay for oral sex again. Brian smiled.

“I wonder why you’re so generous,” he commented. Brian was no fool.

The next day, while Jim was slurping away at my pussy and drinking up who knows

who’s cum, and while I was moaning, my mind delightedly dancing through fields of

fragrant flowers, I told Jim I had a arranged a special surprise for his next

appointment. I told him it would change his life. I told him to try to look as

beautiful as he could when he appeared, as feminine as possible. I told him to

ask his wife to help him look seductive.

That night he laid on the bed a choice, a beautiful, black sequinned,

figure-clinging cocktail dress, very classy, and a really racy, silver-threaded,

mini-slut dress. Then he tried to find the courage to broach the subject with

me. I knew he’d be nervous, so I laced his pre-dinner cocktail with fresh

tranquillizers instead of relying as usual on whatever effects were left from his
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Groom-To-Be and Me

Monday, August 20th, 2007

I answered the classified ad with trepidation. I was married, everyone

assumed I had the perfect life and here I was answering an ad from a

guy looking to have sex with “bi-curious” men. In the letter to the

blind box address I accurately described myself as 6′ 1″, with brown

hair, brown eyes, a swimmer’s build and a great tan – except for my

brilliant white ass which was always protected by a Speedo. I drove to

the Post Office and was literally shaking as I dropped the letter in

the mail chute.

A couple weeks later an envelope with no return address appeared in my

post office box. I quickly tore open the flap and a color photograph

dropped into my lap. The guy in the picture had striking dark features

– and an unbelievable body. From what little he was wearing it

appeared as if he were a professional dancer. The enclosed letter

explained he owned a fitness club and spent a great deal of his time

teaching aerobics. He had always known he was attracted to guys.

However, being from one of the wealthiest and most socially prominent

families in town did not give him the option of being openly gay. In

fact, he was marrying into one of the other “better” families in town

the following month.

I could relate to his message. I had also forced all thoughts of

possibly being gay into the farthest recesses of my mind. I knew my

family would never accept that I could be gay and most likely I would

be disowned. That was the last thing I had wanted. Instead, I married

my college sweetheart. Although I really did love her, the desire to

be with another man was overpowering.

Feeling almost sick to my stomach, I called the phone number in the

letter when I got home. My voice cracked as I asked for “Michael.” The

masculine response on the other end of the line was: “Speaking.”

After explaining who I was, and some idle chit-chat, he suggested I

come by his gym two mornings later. He said it would not seem unusual

to his employees to have someone stop by to visit him at work. I could

be an old friend or possibly a new client for his sideline as a

personal trainer. He told me that if I were wearing gym clothes I

would fit right in.

Two days later I kissed my wife goodbye as she went off to work and I

headed for the shower to relax. I was incredibly nervous. As the hot

water cascaded down my torso I caught myself running my hands over my

chest, stomach and down to my crotch. My cock was twitching with

anticipation of what might happen later that morning. I stroked

myself, bringing myself to the verge of an explosive orgasm. I

suddenly stopped, rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. My prick

remained rock hard as I toweled the excess water from my skin.

I caught a glimpse of myself in front of the full-length mirror in the

bedroom. I had to admit I looked pretty good. The sharp lines of my

summer tanning focused all attention on the smooth white globes of my

bubble-butt. I turned around and noticed the V-shape of my chest

directed my eyes immediately down to my still-engorged cock. The red

of the fleshy pole and my dark, trimmed public hair stood out against

the pale vee of my crotch.

I stepped into a black jockstrap and had to pack my cock into the

front pouch. A pair of tight yellow Dolphin running shorts were pulled

up over the jock, presenting an inviting package from the front or

back. I pulled one of my old fraternity T-shirts over my still wet

hair and I was ready to go.

After about a ten-minute drive I arrived at Michael’s fitness center.

The sound of the latest aerobic music and the clanging of weights

mixed with the unmistakable aroma of male sweat. A couple of women

walked by in their workout gear, looking me up and down as I neared

the front counter. The young guy at the desk did the same as I asked

for Michael.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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I could believe that it was happening since it was written up in more than one

Friday, August 17th, 2007

article and featured on various TV reports: college women embracing

bisexuality–using their time away at college as an opportunity to experiment or

to develop relationships to keep them safely satisfied. Not that I’d seen signs

of it: my campus wouldn’t be in the forefront of such trends, and most of all,

people tend to keep things like that from me.

It’s not just that I’m a straight-arrow: I seem to send out straight-arrow

signals to everyone I come in contact with. Somehow they look at me and just

*know* I’m not a person with which to engage in questionable practices. And it’s

ironic: yes I grew up in a conservative household, but inside, I’m not that

conservative at all.

And the idea of bisexuality intrigued me. The idea that some of the women I

lived with were quietly pairing off. Trying something new and different. And

most of all, I must admit, I did feel some attraction to women. I’d discovered

my attraction while watching some sexier scenes in movies (no, not X-rated

movies; just noticing the women in some of your plain-old R-rated heterosexual

love scenes). Once discovered, I’d realized some fashion models held that kind

of fascination for me, and eventually I admitted to myself that women I’d seen

and knew could affect me. Not that I’m not basically heterosexual, but I *did*

start thinking, and from all I heard, college is the time to give it a try.

What an idea! I mean, for me! I *am* a straight-arrow in many ways: never been

with a man if you know what I mean; date very little. Not really outgoing. And

here I was, contemplating the idea of actually finding and forming a relationship

with a woman! How would I do it? Ask someone I knew?

I couldn’t imagine it. Go to some obviously-Lesbian gathering? Like a bar?

That wasn’t what I was looking for. This was going to be hard. One way or

another, I was going to have to overcome my natural reserve, at some point. I

thought about all the women I knew. I thought about what sort of person I was

interested in. It would be nice if I found someone exactly like myself: a woman

who wasn’t outgoing and didn’t go out much, but on the inside, wasn’t as

conservative as she appeared. Someone who I could share the experience with, in

confidence.

And the problem was, how would two such less-than-outgoing people find each

other? Was I going to start finding quiet women and bring up the subject of a

Lesbian relationship? And though I *know* there must be other women similar to

myself, since I don’t talk to that many people, I’d be unlikely to discover them,

and even if I did, how would I make friends with someone as reserved as me?

I finally decided that finding and approaching another reserved woman just wasn’t

practical. I needed someone who would take the lead. Or someone to help me. Set

me up? Or at least someone sympathetic that I could talk about it to. Someone

nice, who was engaging in such a relationship.

I thought about the women I knew again. Who was most likely to be in such a

relationship? And again, with enough thought, I had my answer: Leslie Brown.

She was definitely outgoing. I’d once noticed her with a woman and wondered

about the two of them, but more than that, she had the right kind of personality

for this. She had that combination that I needed: someone who I could feel

comfortable talking to and someone who certainly would know what was going on.

All I needed was some unobtrusive way to bring up the subject with Leslie. After

more thought, I settled on trying to casually ask her if some other pair of women

were engaging in something. I started spending more time with her, actually

hanging on her a little, and eventually one day as we were walking back from

supper, I managed to comment on two women I’d seen together a bit.

“Rebecca and Janet?” she responded. She looked at me for a couple of seconds as

we walked, not saying anything more.

Finally I had to fill the silence. “I just wondered.”

I glanced at her. She was eyeing me sidelong as we walked and she was smiling.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Gas Station at Two AM

Tuesday, August 14th, 2007

(mm,orgy)

John had driven the route almost bimonthly since the

move to LA. And each time, he stopped in some city to

gas up….for some reason Gilroy seemed to be that

place.

And each time it was late … John planned it that way

so he could speed a bit faster then he could during the

day. Too, at night it was usually cooler. But that one

night it was muggy, hot and generally uncomfortable.

He found a gas station open a few blocks off the free-

way — he did that because he planned to cool off

afterwards, sitting on some bench near the water.

The place had a few lights on, but as he drove up, most

were turned off. He was pissed, figuring the place was

closed.

Then a lone figure walked towards the pumps. The figure

wore a dark blue or black jumpsuit. And it was opened

almost the full length of the man’s body. Needless to

say, John was intrigued and beginning to be excited.

As the attendant got closer, John saw his face,

streaked with grease was rather boyish, clean cut

looking. He was probably in high school or in college,

John thought.

“Closing up already?”

The guy smiled back “trying too, but it’s so hot, I’m

just moving real slow.” The guy bent over … letting

his opened jumpsuit open further. John realized the

kid was naked under the outfit, he could see the boy’s

belly hair and tried to see down further, but it was

too dark.

“You look like you’re trying to cool off.” John said

honestly.

“Ooh sorry … it just gets so hot.” the boy stood up

and pulled his suit closed.

“No problem….you got a great body.” John said.

He smiled and said thanks and proceeded to pump the

gas … even though John was at a self-service island.

John got out of the car and stretched. his white shirt

was opened from the heat and he let the night air, such

that it was, brush across him. “You’re in decent shape

too,” the attendant said looking up from the pump. He

had let his jumpsuit open as he bent over.

However, this time he didn’t bother to pull it closed

as he chatted.

The boy slept in a room behind the station. “Don’t say

anything … it’s not legal I guess, but I got it in

exchange for working this shift.”

John’s crotch was bulging … he wanted to reach inside

the boys jumpsuit and explore the kids body, cup his

balls, probe his butt, tweak his nipples and kiss his

neck.

“What time DO you close?” John said pulling his shirt

completely off and tossing it into the car.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Fore Anyone

Saturday, August 11th, 2007

The starter told me, when I checked in, that I would be playing with a

new member, this morning. He told me his name was Jenkins, Sam and he

would meet me on the first tee. I nodded and went into the clubhouse

to change. I noticed a man in the locker room that I had never seen

before but didnât pay too much attention to him as I tied my shoes and

headed out to the practice area. After warming up, I picked up my bag

and with about 5 minutes to spare, arrived on the first tee. The man

that I had seen in the locker room was already there and came over and

introduced himself.

ãHi, Iâm Sam Jenkins,ä he said, extending his hand. I took it and

introduced myself. ãBeautiful day for golf, isnât it,ä he continued.

ãThis is my first time playing here and I hope youâll give me some

help in managing the course.ä ãThere are some tricky areas,ä I said.

ãIâll let you know about them when we get to them.ä

We teed off and headed down the first fairway. We talked as we walked

to our balls to hit our second shots. He was new in town and had just

joined the club, mainly for business reasons but also because he loved

the game and played it whenever he could. By the fifth hole, I pretty

well knew his whole life story as he didnât stop talking between

shots. I was getting a little upset as his continuous chatter and by

the ninth hole, I was ready to pack it in. As we waited on the tenth

tee for the group ahead of us to get out of range, Sam turned to me

and offered me a challenge.

He looked around to see if anyone could hear him and then, because we

were standing off to the side of the tee, he seemed satisfied that no

one would hear him. Still in almost a whisper, he said, ãSince it

looks like weâre fairly evenly matched, how about a wager for the back

nine?ä I looked at him and thought, Iâd get my chance to maybe stifle

his chatter, once and for all. ãSure, what did you have in mind?ä I

asked. ãWell,ä he started, quickly looking around again, ãHow about if

we play suck your cock?ä

I had played golf for many years and had never heard of this game.

ãHow does that one go?ä I asked him hesitantly. ãItâs easy,â he said.

ãWe play for each otherâs cock. If you beat me by more than two holes,

I have to suck your cock. If I beat you by the same margin, then you

have to suck mine. If itâs three holes of more, the winner gets to

fuck the other.ä

I was taken back by this but I also had a feeling in my groin that I

hadnât had for a while. My cock started to rise and when he looked at

me, waiting for my answer, he looked down at my crotch. ãYou donât

have to say a thing,ä he said. ãI can see that youâre ready.ä I must

have blushed as he laughed a little and gave my arm a quick squeeze.

ãOk, letâs play,ä he said, heading for the tee. I watched him tee off

and then it was my turn. I hit a terrible shot and he laughed again.

ãThis should be an interesting nine,â he said, after watching my ball

disappear into the trees.

I lost the first hole but won the next two. I noticed his chatter had

stopped and he was really focusing on his game as the holes went by.

By the 18th, I was two down to him and I didnât want to lose the

third. I needed to win the last hole and I concentrated on hitting

what I thought were good shots. It was to no avail as I lost the final

hole and as we were walking back to the locker room, he asked me,

ãWhen would you like to get together?ä My head was spinning and I

didnât really know what I wanted to do. ãMaybe later in the week,ä I

answered.

ãOk, hereâs my number,ä he said as he handed me his business card.

ãCall me and let me know when you want to meet.ä I just nodded and

quickly changed and left the club. My mind was spinning as I drove

home. I was wondering if I could go through with it or not. The more I

thought about it, the more I convinced myself that I would, so a few

days later I called Sam. ãHey Sam, its Dean. How are you doing?ä ãGood

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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First Gay Experience

Thursday, August 9th, 2007

(MMM, 1st)

Two of my friends and I were drinking beer and watching

TV one night when the subject of sex came up. Ed

suggested we watch a video he had stashed away. Bill

and I were willing to go along so he put it in and

started it. The action started with a guy entering a

room and sitting on a couch. He was wearing tight

shorts and nothing else. Soon another guy entered the

room and joined him.

Well I was puzzled and wondered where the women were.

Then the two guys talked awhile and then the second

one put his hand right in the first ones crotch. Now I

was really confused. When I looked up from the screen

I saw Ed and Bill watching me. I was sitting in a chair

and they were sitting on the couch. But still I didn’t

understand what was going on.

The action on the screen started to heat up when the

two guys started feeling each other up and rubbing each

other’s crotches. I finally realized that there weren’t

going to be any girls and that this was a gay movie.

I was a shocked but to my surprise; not really turned

off. I was curious and I’ve always been open-minded.

Soon one of the man had the other guys cock out and was

stroking it slowly. Ed suggested I go and get us all

another beer because nothing exciting would be happen-

ing in the movie for a while.

Reluctantly I went, not really wanting to miss anything,

but not knowing why. It took me a while to fetch the

beer and when I re-entered the living room I was

shocked to find Ed and Bill sitting close to each other

and rubbing each other’s crotches. They took the beers

from me and acted like nothing unusual was going on.

I sat back down and watched both them and the movie.

Soon the guy in the movie had bent over and had taken

his buddies cock into his mouth. I must admit I felt

my dick stir a little at the sight and wondered what

it would feel like to get some head from a man who

knew how it felt to receive it.

In the meantime Ed and Bill were still rubbing each

other through their pants. I thought, what the hell,

and began to rub myself a little as I watched the

movie. It did release some of the physical tension.

We all sat like that through the movie. Me rubbing my

erection and Bill and Ed playing with each other’s.

The guys on the screen went through a sixty nine scene,

and ended up with one sitting while the other guy

straddled his hips facing us and lowered his butt over

the first guys dick. He bounced up and down on it while

the first guy reached around and played with his cock.

The top guy shot his load out into he room and you

could tell that the sitting guy shot his load up inside

his buddy’s butt.

When the video ended Bill asked me what I thought.

I told him I that I didn’t know what to think. I was

embarrassed because I had a really hard cock and ob-

viously was turned on by what we’d just seen. I could

also see that both Ed and Bill had hard cocks. I swal-

lowed hard and excused myself to go pee. When I got

there I was in for another bigger surprise.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Same sex fantasy

Saturday, August 4th, 2007

Have you ever held on to the same fantasy for years and finally, long after

you’d given up hope of it ever coming true it does. It’s like getting a

Christmas present in February. It’s not anything you expect, but it sure

can make you happy. That’s just what happened to me.

Before I share it with you I’ll give you a little background. I was

introduced to the pleasures of sucking cock at the tender age of 15 by one

of the neighborhood tough guys, who was a couple of years older than me.

He thought he was pretty cool, Mr. BadAss “forcing” another guy to polish

his knob, but he soon discovered that you can’t force the eager. It may

have burst his bubble to learn that I liked it, but it didn’t prevent him

from seeking me out. It was after all the perfect arrangement; he liked

being sucked; I liked sucking.

He gave me lots of practice; by the time I turned 16 I was a fairly adept

pole smoker. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy doing my neighbor, but after

taking his load at least 150 times I wanted to expand out to new (and

hopefully bigger) things. I looked at any good looking guy I saw as someone

who I could suck if the opportunity arose. It was just a matter of time

before something happened.

That summer, having just got my license, I wanted my own car. My dad made

me a deal. He owned a small manufacturing company. He’d front me the

money for my wheels, but I’d have to pay off my loan by working for him

during all school vacations. Who could pass up a deal like that? So that’s

how I met Eric.

Eric was 20 years old and everything I considered a super hunk to be. He

had short-cropped, sandy blond hair, pale blue eyes, an All-American,

Saturday Evening Post kind of face together with a body that nearly took my

breath away the first time I saw him. He was my definition of

masculine. There’s no denying it, I was in lust at first sight. From the

moment I noticed the bulge protruding from the crotch of his jeans I wanted

to do nothing less than drop to my knees and worship it.

Eric had worked for my dad since his senior year in high school, but we’d

never met. I knew him by reputation only. Dad really liked him, saying he

was a hard and willing worker and dad was never one to hand out compliments

or praise just for the sake of doing so. At the time Eric was sort of a

jack of all trades, learning the entire operation from the ground up. Dad

had great hopes for advancing him as the business grew and prospered. My

summer job was going to be to take over running the outside errands and

office boy duties that he’ been doing while he became more involved in

learning the production end of the business.

Of course this meant that for the first couple of weeks I would be working

with Eric while he trained me. As far as I was concerned this was the

perfect arrangement and I determined to have him before the two weeks were

up. To understand where I was coming from, or at least to put it into

perspective, you need to know that I was an only child with asthma and I’d

become used to getting my own way. Not that I got everything just for the

asking, but if I was willing to work and plot, I usually got what I

wanted. Add to this the fact that I’d led a very sheltered life, despite

the fact that I’d been sucking cock for over a year, and really didn’t know

much about sex in the real world. So it’s somewhat understandable that it

didn’t occur to me that anybody would see anything wrong with one guy

wanting to suck another off, and I certainly didn’t realize that a guy who

enjoyed sex might turn down the offer of a blow job. Not even the fact that

Eric was married with one kid and another on the way deterred me in my

quest.

I certainly didn’t waste any time. We’d been out on the road alone for

about 20 minutes when, not even trying to maneuver the conversation toward

sex I just came out and asked,

“Eric have you ever had a blow job?”

He looked pretty shocked, at least by the abruptness of the question, he

laughed a little nervously and said, “course I’ve had a blow job. I’m

married aren’t I?”
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Exploring My Bi Side Story

Friday, August 3rd, 2007

What you are about to read is true. This story is more about how

things started for me so may think it is boring. But I wanted to set

you up for my later adventures which get hotter. Please let me know

what you think.

My first exposure to the naked body was not looking in the mirror and

exploring my body but porn magazines. The very first time I looked at

one I was mesmerized by what I saw. I had never seen a nude woman

before and I examined every picture, not because the girls were naked

but different from me. When I found magazines with couples having sex

that captivated me even more. From an early age up to the beginning of

Junior high school I had never hear of gays or lesbians. I had seen

pictures of girl/girl sex but never men, which was fine with me

because it was the female body that interested me.

It’s 1994, where my sexual revolution started. I am 25 and all I think

about is girls and sex. I am addicted to sex like it was heroin and I

try to find any kind of action to settle me until my next fix. The

computer age is upon me and the Internet fed my addiction. Porn pics

for free! Now my appetite for sex became very strong because the

Internet showed me stuff I could never imagine. Bondage, golden

showers, bestiality, transvestites and gay sex. When I started to look

at pictures of men and gay sexual activities I remembered my first

experience. The more I thought of my experience the more I wanted to

try it.

I never acted on my desire until one night, being horny; I went into

an adult video bookstore. Paying the clerk the entrance fee I went to

the back and waited for him to buzz me in. The bookstore was a regular

spot for me and I usually went very late at night and stay in my

regular booth for about 30 minutes then head home. That night my booth

was taken and the place was unusually full. I found another booth

found and girl/girl movie sat down and started watching the movie.

About 5 minutes had gone by and being aroused I pulled off my pants

and started playing with myself slowly.

I was really into the movie when out of the corner of my eye I saw

something. When I looked I was shocked to see a dick sticking out of

the wall. I did not know how long it was there and I could not believe

that it was there! Getting up to take a closer look I finally noticed

the hole in the wall. I was so nervous and I could feel my heart

pounding. I began to touch it and feel a dick in my hand was so nice.

I decided to go for it and fulfill one of my fantasy’s, after all this

time wanting to try it again I could not pass up on this opportunity.

Getting on my knees I began to lick the shaft and not put the head in

my mouth yet. The dick was about 6.5″ to 7″ long and very hard. The

hole was big enough so his balls were through the hole. I started to

suck on his sack getting everything in my mouth. My tongue slowly

caressed his sack as I kept sucking. I could tell he was enjoying it

by the way he kept pushing closer through the hole. Finally deciding

it was time I put his dick in my mouth and tried to go as deep as

possible without gagging. I suck on him for about 3-4 minutes before

he came. When I felt he was about to cum I stopped sucking and

masturbated him. The feel of his cum all over my hand made me very

horny. When he was done I could see him pull his pants up and leave.

I got as much cum off my hand before I pulled my pants up got out of

the booth and went straight to the bathroom to wash them off. Looking

in the mirror I could not believe what just happened. I really enjoyed

what I did but what did that mean? Did it mean I was gay? I went home

that night and ran the whole event through my head until I fell

asleep.

More to cum.

Dave

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Double Header Story

Thursday, August 2nd, 2007

I was in a strange city for several weeks of computer training. After

ten days of sitting in a classroom on a hard seat I was in a real

funk. I needed something to change my attitude. That’s how I found

myself in a small room in this bathhouse taking my clothes off. At

this time was 31, 210 pounds in good shape, 7 inch cut and somewhat

hairy.

This was my second trip to the baths, my first in my hometown being

uneventful. I stripped, wrapped a towel around my waist and went

exploring. After walking the long corridor of the second floor I went

to the first and found the wet area. I had a long slow shower. The

spray of the hot water felt very good. I spent time washing myself and

paying attention to my cock which hard partially hardened. The jacuzzi

was next. Not bothering to put the towel back on I made the forty feet

to the hot tub naked and climbed in.

I wasn’t aware of it until after I sat down but it seems I had an

audience of five other guys, either sitting around on lounge chairs or

in the pool. It seems that they had watched me in the shower. I felt a

little embarrassed but paid it no mind.

After a good soaking I made my way to the steam room. I found a nice

corner in the foggy room to sit. Shortly, I was joined by one the

watchers from the pool area. We exchanged greetings. He identified

himself as Dave. Dave asked if it was my first time. I said yes at

this bath. He told me that I had made quite an impression on one of

the others. He told me which one. On leaving the steam room I noticed

this guy checking out the soft drink machine. He was about 25, 6′6″

240 pounds, well muscled. I decided that this is just what would get

me out of my funk and made the move. Walking to the drink machine he

turned and smiled. Greeting him, I asked if coins were required to get

a drink. He replied in the affirmative. I made a smart remark about

not having any pockets. He laughed and carefully checked me out. I was

nude and made no effort to cover myself. I always wanted to be an

exhibitionist. He said that he had some cold Evian in his room if I

was interested. I said yes and turned to go and pick up my towel by

the showers. In the process of picking it up I dropped my room key. In

picking it up I made sure that my new friend got a good look at me.

When I turned to follow him to him room I noticed a protrusion in the

front of his towel. I guessed, correctly, that he liked what he saw.

We made out way upstairs to his room. Once inside he told me his name

was Adam and I told him mine. As he removed his towel he expressed his

appreciation for the opportunity to see me nude. I told him that I

enjoyed being nude and if he was up to it he could now see me up

close.

My towel fell to the floor and we stepped close. His lips followed his

hands onto my nipples, my lips on his nipples, followed by hands

stroking cocks to finally a 69 with mouths engulfing hard cocks. We

lay on the small cot provided. We began giving each other gentle licks

to each other’s cock. Soon the cock I was servicing began to grow.

Before long it was eight inches long and nice and thick. His balls

were dancing in their sack each time I ran my tongue along his cock. I

took it in my mouth and began a steady up and down motion. I could

feel it touch the back of my throat. I had to work at not gagging but

soon I got the hang of it. I could feel Adam take all of my cock in to

his hot mouth. Soon my balls were bouncing off his chin. Suddenly we

were interrupted as the door opened and Dave from the steam room

entered. Seems Dave was a friend of Adam. I later discovered that they

set this up. He entered and asked if he could watch. We agreed and

proceed to continue our play.

I was concentrating as best I could on the cock in my mouth. It was

difficult as my friend, Adam, was doing a super job on my seven

inches. I was afraid that I might come too quickly.

Suddenly I felt hands on my ass cheeks. They were spreading them

apart. I turned to check if it was Adam, but Adam has his hand

stroking Dave’s cock. Dave’s cock was large and long. It looked to be

at least 10 inches long and about as round as my fist. Dave asked if I

had a problem. I said no as long as he used some lube and finger my

hole to loosen me up as this was my first anal in a long time. He said

fine and proceeded to lube my ass with one and then two fingers. I

almost came at that moment but managed to hold it. Since Adam was a

little smaller, Dave suggested he should go first. We agreed and

changed positions. Dave was now lying on the cot with his mouth

pistoning up and down my cock. Adam was behind me lubing my ass with

one, two and then three, or maybe four fingers. It felt like he was in

all the way to his wrist.

I heard the ripping of the condom pack but I continued to play with

Dave’s massive missile. Then I felt hands spread my ass cheeks and the

head of a cock poking at my hole. He was very gentle and in a few

moments he had the head inside and was slowly pumping back and forth.

The feeling was incredible. This was my very first fucking and I knew

it would not be my last. Adam continued his in and out motion and Dave

continued to suck my now dripping cock. I was so caught up with these

events that I had stopped playing with Dave. Adam slowly began to

increase his tempo. By now I was asking him to fuck me good and hard.

Adam did what I asked and after about three or four minutes he began

to moan. I could feel his cock swelling in my ass. I was hoping I

could take it all. Shortly, Adam groaned loudly and pulled me close

impaling his entire cock inside me. I am sure I could feel his spunk

exploding from his cock.

After a couple of minutes Adam withdrew and before I could move Dave

was behind me sliding his condom cover cock in to my ass. It was a

good this that Adam had gone first as Dave was massive. But he knew

what to do. First he slipped the head of his cock into me. He let me

get used to it for a few minutes before continuing. I don’t know how I

did it but I took all he had. Now he began his pumping action. It did

not take long for Dave’s cock to start to increase in size. It was

definitely going to be a good fuck. His cock was rubbing against my

prostrate. Adam was now sucking my cock. Dave started to groan and I

knew he would come shortly. Between Dave’s pumping, rubbing my

prostrate and Adam sucking my cock it only took a short time for Dave

to explode in a massive organism. It felt like he had a hose up my ass

going full blast. The moment I felt the first explosion of Dave’s

spunk I exploded in Adam’s mouth. I must have shot a pint of sperm in

Adam’s month, on his face and chest.

I could not move. Here I was bent over trying to keep myself from

falling. Dave was still inside of me letting his cock slowly deflate

and Adam was licking up my come and sucking me dry. As Dave pulled out

there was a loud round of applause. It seems that we had had an

audience of several appreciative onlookers. Several ask if I would let

them fuck me. However I was worn out from the fucking and sucking with

Dave and Adam. Reluctantly, I asked for a rain check. I went down to

take a shower and sit in the spa. On checking the clock I had been

there almost four hours and it was time to leave.

While I was checking out, I overhead two other customers talking about

their witnessing some guy getting fucked by two men with 12 and 14

inch cocks and taking it all. I laughed to myself, thinking that it

did not take long for this story to spread. Fourteen inches, I doubt

it! Or maybe!

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crossdresing change sex story

Wednesday, August 1st, 2007

Archive-name: Changes/daisy.txt
Archive-author:
Archive-title: Daisy’s Debut

After 37 years, most of which I’ve only dreamed of soft silk,
smooth satin and rustling petticoats, the opportunity has at last
arisen to bring some of those dreams to fruition. Only last Spring
upon becoming “modemized” did I stumble upon Compuserve’s
“Genderline” and CB Channel 13. Until that time I had been
completely and tightly closetted. Despite the fact that
crossdressing or at least thoughts of it had dominated my sexuality
since before puberty, only my wife of 11 years had any inkling of my
desires. Even she had to wait until a year after we were married
before I shared even a part of my true nature. At the time,
although she appeared tolerant, I assumed she couldn’t “enjoy” my
transvestism so even after she went so far as to purchase severals
lovely “gifts” for me, I kept my dreams and fantasies to myself.
Whether it was fear or embarassment, to this day I don’t know why I
remained so defensive and thus refrained from any activity other
than furtively collecting TV fiction whenever I got the chance.
Little did I know all that was about to change. After several weeks
of “lurking” on Compuserve, afraid to even speak, I finally worked
up the nerve, chose my new name, and made myself known to those who
would soon become my friends and “sisters”. I was made immediately
welcome and delighted in the openess and warmth of all who shared my
up-till-then secret love of all things feminine. I think “died and
gone to heaven” is the appropriate phrase.

Being the compulsive character I am, I made myself a home and
spent hours making new friends and trying to learn as much as I
could from the DL library and the experiences of others. I enjoyed,
at least vicariously, the many adventures of my sisters while
dressed as I had longed to be for so many years. In short order,
one of my friends mentioned the possibility of meeting face-to-face
as I had explained business sometimes took me thru her hometown. I
was both fascinated and fearful, but after a week of weighing the
pro’s and con’s, I decided to do it. Just before leaving on trip,
another friend expressed the same interest. Why not? This would be
a trip worth remembering. Having been faithful to my spouse
throughout our marriage (and heterosexual as far as I could tell)
it was understood the meetings would be asexual. It happened that
the second friend would be the first for geographical reasons and so
on a Sunday afternoon in May I found myself driving thru
Pennsylvania heading towards a rendezvous I wouldn’t have imagined
only a few weeks earlier. We had arranged to meet at a roadside
restaurant near their mountain cottage. I called as I approached
the area and happily learned we would be joined by “her” wife and
small son.

Breaking all of this to my own wife was of particular interest
at the time, so I was anxious for the input from a SO. I arrived
first, ordered a drink and waited for their arrival. Having made
the decision to meet in the first I had no fear, just a little
apprehension, but even that disappeared immediately as they walked
in and his wife gave me a big hugg. The ice was broken and melted
completely. The situation was so incredibly natural I found it
hard to believe. The conversation was non-stop and as open as the
surroundings permitted. Alice (he) and Beth (she, later aka Sunny)
invited me back to their cottage on the mountainside so we could
spend a couple more hours chatting and getting to know each other
better. it was wonderful. Whether it was simply “I’m Ok; you’re
Ok” I drove off with such elation I was floating and eager to meet
my other friend the day after next for breakfast.

Jennifer had been the very first to reach out a hand my first
night on Compuserve as Daisy and I had thought of her sort of as my
“big sister”. Again, after but the briefest moment of apprehension,
we both felt so comfortable as we sat and shared our experiences
from childhood on. The words copuldn’t come out fast enough as we
each fought to tell so much in so little time. As on Sunday, I was
invited home to continue the conversation in a more private
atmosphere without the fear of being overheard by those at the next
table (not that we didn’t enjoy the humor of it all, fighting to
keep from giggling as we shared our pasts amidst such a traditional
setting. Once there, I was in awe as she showed me her collection
of photos, wigs, dresses, and gowns. I knew at that moment,
somehow, this would be a path I had to walk. Perhaps it would not
be for me in the end, but I was confident the exploration would have
to be made. I drove off filled with elation; I was not alone and
the trip ahead was sure to be exciting.

Over the next month of two, I continued to make innumerable
friends with the help of my always present Laptop and Modem. I met
with Alice and Sunny again for lunch in the middle of another
business trip and together with another online couple from the West
Coast developed bonds of friendship that guaranteed freedom from the
lonliness that had been with me so much of my life. We had
developed something of a “buddy system” depending on each other for
support and direction. I felt as close to the wives as I did with
my sisters and they helped me immeasurably in improving the
relationship I had with my own spouse. I think at first my wife
suspected that I should be committed until somehow I could be
“cured” but gradually we came to understand each other and
respective needs better. In fact, in July, we both visited the
mountain cottage and shared the weekend with our new friends.

About that time, we all began to feel somewhat stagnant. We
knew the expense of active Compuserve participation had to be faced
and we all realized there was so much growth yet to come. One
evening online, I learned of Renaissance, a TV/TS support group
based outside Philadelphia.

The subject of similar groups had come up several times in
discussions online, but for me, I felt I had my own little group and
was unsure what if anything such a group could offer. It was
however, time for another step in my journey. I didn’t know what
that should be, but this was an option that was certainly of
interest. I had never met another TV “dressed” although I had seen
countless photos over the years. While it would be a trip for me,
Alice lived nearby and we decide we’ld both go to investigate
further. We understood most of the “girls” would be suitably
attired, but neither of us felt ready for that step just yet. Then,
the beauty that she is, Alice had a change of heart. I still wasn’t
ready so I guess I’ld just have to go as her escort. We arranged to
meet at a hotel near the meeting sight, where Sunny would help Alice
prepare. As in all our previous meetings, it was great. Meeting
“Alice” for the first was wonderful; Sunny wished us well and off we
drove. Was all this really happening I thought. We were both
quickly made to feel at home, Alice in her “career woman” suit, and
me in a coat and tie. The diversity of my new community was of
great interest and I knew I would be back again.
Only one small problem – even though the other members would
have made me feel welcome regardless, I would have felt
uncomfortable attending future meetings dressed as I was. Here was
my opportunity, my path towards discovering more of my own self. I
decided I would go again and next time in the dress I had only
dreamed of for so many years.

This was going to be a challenge. Other than “sharing” my
wife’s lingerie from time to time, I had little experience and
certainly no wardrobe. The next meeting wasn’t until late in
September but that was so little time for what I had to do. I
decided I couldn’t prepare for this and continue to spend the many
hours on Compuserve I had most every night. And with my
self-control (or lack of it) being what it is, I knew there was only
one choice for me. I had to pull the plug completely, at least
temporarily.

So, in early August I said my goodbyes painfully, set the date
for my disconnection from so many of my onlie friends, and yanked
it. (ooo, that hurt) Even more importantly, despite my intentions,
some of my activities were causing a gap in my relationship at
home. instead of bringing us closer, the time spent at the keyboard
was causing a strain. If I were to succeed, I would need my wife’s
help and without her understanding and support, I would have gone
back to my earlier ways I suspect, i.e. trapped in fantasyland
forever. Thankfully, I married quite a remarkable girl; she’s been
of incredible help. She’s accompanied me shopping for shoes,
makeup, my first ever dress, etc. The time away from the keyboard I
used to experiment with cosmetics, go thru half her closet, as well
as wander the malls and thrift shops. Then of course, the
unexpected! I learned of Joann Roberts and the Weekend in the
Pocono’s. Alice and Sunny decided to go; Jennifer decided to go;
even Michele and his wife from Austin who I had wanted to meet would
be there. How could I pass this up? It was to be a four day event
scheduled the week preceding my intended deadline. While it was
impossible to break away for the four days, perhaps if I could just
make it up on Saturday to see so many of my friends together. I
checked with Joann to Ok my visit with her and moved my deadline
up. I still had no wig and so little practice. I called the
company from which I had ordered two wigs and discovered neither
would make it to me in time. Not to worry – Jenn (a wig fancier
from way back) volunteered to bring a spare or two (or three or
four). The schedule announced that Saturday would be a makeup
seminar and then makeovers (a lifelong dream). Checking my post
office box a few days before the event, I found a package from Alice
and Sunny – copies of the “Color Me Beautiful” books. I knew that
with the help of my friends, everything would work out fine.

So, here it is the night before. There’s no fear, no
apprehension, just excitement. The bag is packed. My only dress,
three blouses, two skirts, low heels, high heels, the loveliest
ivory lingerie, scads of makeup, and my camera. I’ve been dreaming
of this day all my life.

After finally falling asleep at 1am, I was up and ready to go
by 5 Saturday morning. The drive to the Pocono’s would take 4-5
hours so I wanted an early start. Alice and Sunny, Michele and his
wife, and Jennifer had been there since Thursday and I was dying to
join them as soon as I could. Alice had already prearranged a
“makeover” for me with the professional makeup artists for later
that afternoon, but both she and Jennifer wanted a crack at my face
as well. The drive went by quickly; partly in that my brain was
racing the whole time, partly in that the engine was also racing
with my foot planted heavily on the gas. I pulled into the resort
shortly after nine and joined everyone in the dining area for
morning coffee and donuts. There had been a costume party the night
before and it had obviously taken its toll. Many of the revellers
still had heavy traces of mascara and liner highlighting their
bloodshot eyes. After getting the lay of the place, I joined Alice
in their room for my first lesson. She had been experimenting
with surgical tape facelifts recently, so my face was soon pulled
and stretched into a more wrinklefree canvas. I had spent the last
month in front of my own mirror playing with eyeshadow, powder and
blusher, etc., but Alice quickly showed me the much greater
attention I would have to pay to detail. She introduced me to
“Dermablend”, a foundation to cover the beardline and then
continued on with blusher, shadow, liner, mascara, and lipstick.
She would do her own face as I watched intently and then supervise
as I tried it myself. This first attempt with “coaching” was so
much better already than any I had done alone. Jennifer finally
showed up, jokingly miffed that she hadn’t gotten to me first. She
brought along the promised wig (shoulder length blond) although it
was still damp from an earlier washing. We hung it on the air-
conditioning unit to let it dry as Alice finished with my face and
I happily donned my lingerie. Matching ivory slip and panties,
pantyhose, waist cincher, longline bra and inexpensive foam
inserts. The wig still wasn’t quite ready but time was running out
for us to get to the scheduled makeup seminar. Jennifer fixed it
as best she could while I finished dressing in my black skirt, red
blouse, and low black patent heels. The seminar itself was great.
Donna and Eric, who run a Philadelphia studio open to TV clients,
gave a full demonstation showing the effects of facial contouring
and proper application. My own makeover was the first one on their
schedule following the demonstration so I had to run back to the
room and quickly strip off the makeup we had so carefully put on an
hour earlier. Eric, who had a background in stage as well as TV
makeup did me. The feeling I had as I sat quietly, my back to the
mirror, was incredible. His staff took delight upon learning that
this was my first- ever experience “dressed” and oohed and aahed as
Eric did his work. Donna, the hair specialist, suggested a
different wig color, and Jennifer quickly returned with just the
thing from her collection. This was a darker blond with almost
salt and pepper highlights. Eric quickly pinned it to my scalp
and began to style it (“I love volume” he said as I still sat
without my first look in the mirror). Alice, Sunny, Jennifer, and
a small crowd stood by beaming at what was being done. Finally
Eric was finished and I rushed over for my first look. My heart
was bursting. While preparing over the previous weeks, I was
fearful that my effort would be a poor one; I wanted to be the girl
of my dreams, not a “man in drag”. The transformation was
amazing. My eyes were beautiful; the hair was exquisite; the whole
effect was beyond my wildest hopes. The camera was found and Alice
took a variety of shots for my scrapbook-to-be. After “supervising”
Alice’s wife Sunny’s makeover we went back to the room for more
fun. I tried on every piece of my wardrobe as well as half of
their’s as they gave their suggestions and opinions. I was in
seventh heaven; my mind had turned to mush as I rushed from one
outfit to the next. Unfortunately, it had been raining much of the
day, so when we finally went to the dining hall for dinner, out came
the umbrellas and we gingerly sidestepped the puddles in our heels.
I had worn my low heels much of the day and I was thrilled to find
they gave me no problem, in fact, I found them to be more
comfortable than many of my male shoes. The test would come that
evening. Alice loaned me a red knit dress accented with a wide
black belt and scarf for dinner. The waist cincher was also a
success. I had never worn it for very long and had been concerned
over its longterm comfort. It turned out that was no problem at all
and it did give me a nice nipped-in figure. The wide belt
highlighted my waistline even further. After the communal dinner,
everyone went back to find their finest outfits for the “Princess
Ball” later that evening.

Over the course of the day I had worn my three blouses (all of
which looked great with the basic black skirt and heels), but my
one-and-only dress was more for daywear. Again, my frriends bailed
me out. Luckily, my height (5-6″) is an advantage, and Sunny
offered me one of her’s. After refreshing my makeup, I slipped into
her blue silk print, gold necklace, and heavy gold earrings. I
hadn’t stopped soaring since my arrival. Each costume change served
to reinforce the happiness I felt at finally dressing as I had
dreamed since childhood. The touch of the wig at the nape of my
neck; the tug of the earrings; the tightness of my calf muscles; the
silky friction between my stocking, slip, and dress, all brought
chills down my back. To complete the outfit, I changed from my low
pumps into 4″ open-toed black sandals. They, of course, required
that I paint my toenails (another first). At last, we were all
ready and off we went again. Joann Roberts, the sponser of the
event had scheduled a talent show with other girls from the
Renaissance group as participants. This was to follow the
“Princess Promenade” where each girl in attendance would
individually be escorted to the stage. Voting would take place in
several categories; Miss Congeniality, Miss Ingenue, Miss “Gams”,
and of course, the “Princess” of the weekend. Everyone was
stunning. The care that was taken in gowns, makeup, and hairstyles
was amazing. To the surprise of few, Michele, my Compuserve friend
who had come all the way from Texas, took the main title. Michele
has to be seen to be believed (a size 7! and what a walk). The
talent show was equally outstanding. Morgan, Kelly, Madame X and
others from the group did fantastic renditions of Ann-Margaret,
Dolly Parton, and Bette Middler, etc. These girls were GOOD! The
long hours were finally beginning to catch up however. A little
after 2am, I had to call it quits. Even that was great. Sunny
laughed the next morning when I labeled it “breaking down”. To
remove my slipover dress, I had to remove the wig; to remove the
bobbypins, I had to first remove the my long “press-on” nails. It
was wonderful. All this done, I zonked out immediately, sorry that
this day had to end.

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