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Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2001 18:09:27 -0800 (PST)
From: pete johns <gloryhlover@yahoo.com>
Subject: Glory Hole Slut
gloryhlover@yahoo.com
Glory Hole Slut
THIS IS MY TRUE STORY, THOUGH I'M NOT COPYWRITING IT.
IT INVLOVES CONSENSUAL SEX BETWEEN MALES. IF YOU'RE
NT OVER THE AGE OF 18, DON'T READ THIS.
I have been going to adult bookstores since I turned
18. First it was for the glossy magazines and books
until I got the nerve to go into the video booth
areas. I was young and always horny, and went there
to watch movies and jerk off almost daily while
pumping quarters into the booth. I liked to watch the
lesbian scenes and such, until I stumbled across some
movies that catered to my other fancy - she-males and
transvestites
I've been cross-dressing for years, ever since I
first shot a load into my sister's panties. The
thrill of orgasm combined with the feel of soft silky
panties wrapped around my young boner was too much.
I've been hooked ever since, wearing soft panties
under my male clothes and sheer baby doll nighties or
silky teddies to bed.
I've never considered myself gay. I've never really
been a ladies man either, always looking to find a
girl, but never quite coming through. They always
seemed to want someone else. I've just considered my
sexual antics about dressing in lingerie my own thing.
It pleased me, and that was all that mattered. And
the she-males I saw I always considered female, just
with extra equipment.
Any way, after I "discovered" cocks-in-frocks videos,
I decided to start combining my two favorite joys
together. I would dress up in lingerie under my
outward male clothes and go watch a movie. Once
inside, I would strip down to the lingerie and play
with myself for as long as I could. While the movie
played, I would fantasize that it was me on the
screen, dressed as a slut, and taking a huge cock in
between my painted lips or in my tight little ass.
This went on for as long as I could hold back, when I
would finally shoot my hot load all over myself.
Sometimes, when I was feeling really naughty, I'd lick
my spent cum up from myself, savoring its salty taste.
I kept this fantasy for myself, never getting up the
nerve to dress in public, or make contact with other
gays or TV's to make my fantasy a reality.
One Friday night, I was driving home to Pennsylvania
from Virginia (I was stationed there while in the
military) and picked up this cute little pink corset
with white lace trim and matching string bikini
panties and pink nylon hose. I put them on under my
male clothes and started on a slow drive home for the
weekend. I planned to take a few stops off the
interstate to scout for any book stores or video
arcades to fulfill my usual fantasies.
I found this one bookstore that had video booths and
pulled into the parking lot. It didn't look too busy,
so I massaged my hardening cock through my jeans,
relishing the feeling the silky material sent through
my loins. I walked inside, purchased $20.00 worth of
change and headed back to the video area. Once
inside, I noticed the usual patrons standing around,
not thinking much of them. I checked out the titles
playing and found three that dealt with she-males and
transvestites. I quickly turned, found the first
empty booth and went inside.
Thankfully, the booth was larger (and cleaner) than
most, with a bench built against the back wall, away
from the TV screen. I dropped a quarter in, found one
of the movies I wanted and started getting undressed.
My eyes were glued to the screen as I dropped my
pants, freeing my now hard cock. The she-male before
me was lying on her back, stroking the luscious cock
between her legs, and moaning as a guy pumped his
rigid pole in and out of her watering mouth.
As I sat there in the dark booth, dressed only in the
lingerie and stroking my now rock hard cock and
massaging my panty clad balls, I felt like such a
slut. Never had I felt so hot and horny. I needed a
cock and needed one bad. I wanted to be just like the
girl on the screen before me.
I was wishing I had brought a dildo back with me
(something else I do behind closed doors) as I
dropped quarter after quarter into the video feed. I
loved ever minute of my hush-hush pleasure. As I
dropped another quarter in, out of the corner of my
eye I saw a hole cut in the wall. I panicked
immediately. I had seen these before and always shied
away from such booths for fear someone might see me
and my secret passion. My pulse quickened and my
heart raced. I didn't know if the neighboring booth
was empty when I came in, because its entrance was
down another aisle. I had been in the booth for about
five minutes now. Had anyone had come in while I was
enjoying myself? Was there someone in there now? I
slid close to the wall that had the tell-tale hole cut
in it, fearing someone might be watching me.
With my hand firmly wrapped around my stiff pecker, I
decided to take chance a look into the booth next to
me. Slowly, I knelt down to take a peek. I got down
on my knees and slipped over in front of the hole,
putting my eye close enough to see into the next
booth.
Just as my eyesight was accustoming to the
neighboring darkness, a hard cock poked through from
the other side. Startled, I jumped back a bit and let
out a cry, but not before the smooth pecker head ran
down my cheek and across my open lips.
The guy in the next booth must have taken that as a
signal from me, because he shoved his full length
through the paneled wall. The cock before me was
gorgeous, about eight inches long and fairly thick.
Never before had I been this close to another man's
hard cock, and was unsure of what I, if anything,
should do next. I had never been in this situation
before, only fantasized about taking another man
between my lips. But here I was, kneeling on a cold
linoleum floor, dressed in silky lingerie with my cock
twitching beneath delicate panties and another hard
cock inches away from my face. I watched as a drop of
pre-cum oozed from the hole and started running down
the smooth cock head. I remember how I wanted to
taste the tiny drop so bad. I licked my lips at the
sight before me and leaned forward.
I could feel the silky-smooth pre-cum on my lips as I
planted a tiny kiss on the soft head. Then I opened
my mouth and gently licked the cock helmet before me.
"This isn't so bad," I remember myself thinking. I
was met with a flood of negative thoughts about gays
and homosexuality, but I quickly pushed those back
into the dark recesses of my mind. I opened my lips
farther and moaned as I took the whole soft head into
my now watering mouth. I remember the head pulsing
and twitching as I rolled my tongue across its soft
surface.
Slowly I took more and more of his stunning member
into my mouth, gently running my tongue along the
rigid underside and caressing the head with my now wet
lips. I stopped for a moment to put another quarter
in, and gently stroked the meat sticking through the
wall. My wanton desire took over as I went back to
work on this beautiful cock before me. I eagerly
sucked as much as I could into my hungry mouth,
wanting so much to be like the transvestite sluts I
had seen so many times on the screen. I moaned in
pleasure while I let this stiff rod willingly violate
my now enthusiastic mouth.
As I bobbed my head up and down the length of the
shaft, I felt the head start to swell and tremble a
bit. I knew what was soon coming, and I quickened my
pace in reply, wanting only to taste his hot seed as
it filled my hungry mouth. My efforts did not go
unrewarded. I felt him push as much of his cock
towards me, into me, as he released his pent up load
into my mouth. His cock pulsed with each shot, as I
worked my mouth up and down his rod, milking the jism
from his cock and filling my mouth. I tried to get as
much into my mouth as possible, wanting to hold his
entire load, but some escaped out the corner of my
mouth and dribbled down my chin. I remember that
feeling so well, because it was just like the
transvestites and she-males I had watched sucking cock
once or twice. I really felt like one of the video
stars in that fleeting moment.
When I had finished licking the last of his cum from
his now softening member, he pulled it back through
the hole. It was only then that I realized I had cum
during my first escapade without even stroking myself
off. Carefully, I wiped my own cum off me and licked
it from my fingers.
I took a peek through the hole again, to see what was
happening with my anonymous lover, just in time to see
him exit the booth. I knelt there in my glory for
what seemed like the longest time, savoring the
experience I had just had and hoping someone new would
come into the booth next door so I could continue my
new found love, but no one did.
If you like my experience, and would like to tell me
about it, contact me at gloryhlover@yahoo.com