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Date: Sat, 24 Jun 1995 21:20:32 UTC
Subject: Joey-Barbara (M/TV(M), Steve Rider)
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z Another story donated to the denizens of A. S. S.
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z by ... M e r c u r y ...
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z I RISE when things get HOT!
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z A GLIMPSE
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z A glimpse through an interstice caught,
z Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around
z the stove late of a winter night,
z and I unremark'd seated in a corner,
z Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently
z approaching and seating himself near, that he may
z hold me by the hand,
z A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of
z drinking and oath and smutty jest,
z There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking
z little, perhaps not a word.
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z -- Walt Whitman
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z Notes :
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z 1. I did not write this story and do not know who did.
z 2. If you're a biW/A m/f 18-24 looking for friends, write.
z 3. VOTE in the next election!
z
Joey - Barbara
by Steve Rider
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download, but may not be modified, printed for distribution,
or used for any commercial purpose without the author's written
permission.
Copyright (c) 1992 Stephen A. Rider, all rights reserved.
At the time I was living in Worcester Massachusetts. Everybody has
to live somewhere... I knew I was gay, but man was I in the closet!
Friday nights I would usually go to the 241 Club, a gay bar, because
one of the bartenders that worked there was a really cool guy. His
name was David. He had a lover and had no interest at all in seeing
anyone else. I wasn't going there to pick him up though anyway, we
were just friends. David loves people and makes great conversation.
It had become just an ordinary part of my routine.
Of course I always hoped I would meet someone nice and get laid,
but I knew my chances were mighty slim. I'm not "pretty" and this
particular bar was full of, well, folks that were not too friendly
or open. I do miss David, but certainly not the 241 Club.
So here I was, having a beer and then a coffee so I would not get
too loose to drive home, just sitting and talking with David. Between
the beer and the coffee I was making trips to the mens room quite
often. I had no expectation of anything unusual happening. My life
at the time was pretty dull.
I get up to pee again and as I walk into the mens room I see a
person in a dress, apparently a woman, leaning over the sink and
fixing "her" makeup in the mirror. I guess I did a double take, as
if I had accidentally walked in to the ladies room. Of course, even
as naive as I was at the time, I knew what a drag queen was. It was
just a brief flash of disorientation I guess.
Our eyes locked briefly in the mirror as I was fumbling inside in
an effort to not seem like a fool. She must have seen my little
discomfort. Loudly she said "Ooooh, look at this one, isn't he
cute!" (well, I'm not but it was a nice gesture). Then "It's OK
honey, you can come in". By this time I'm sure I was as bright red
as a white man can get. I couldn't speak so I just smiled. So did
she. This whole process took maybe three seconds or so. Then I
quickly took care of my business, smiled at her in the mirror and
rushed out of there, but not before she added "Come again honey,
and don't be so shy!".
Well, maybe I was shy, maybe I still am. It sort of felt good
though, as embarrassed as I was, because at least someone other than
David had spoken to me. Gosh how I hated that place. But I rushed
back to my stool at the bar and I just had to tell David what had
happened. Maybe David was my gay mentor or something, hard to say,
but our conversations had become very important to me by this time.
With the highlight of the evening behind me now I was just sitting
there basking in the glow and sipping on another Lite. Suddenly I
hear the sexiest voice asking David for a pencil and paper and as
I turn to look I see that she is standing right beside me, between
my stool and the next one. With her back to me, writing something
on the paper.
The next thing that happened was so out of character for me I
still have trouble believing I did it.
I leaned over to "her" and said "Excuse me, you wouldn't happen
to be writing me a love note, would you ?" she turned and looked
me up and down, smiled again and "Why, would you like me too?". I was
still so stunned at having heard myself say what I had said, well, I
was speechless. Honest I could not speak. I wanted the conversation
to go on so desperately but if it was going to it was totally up to
her. "Well honey ?"... "What's the matter, cat got your tongue ?"
She turns away again and writes some more.
"Well, are you going to talk to me or aren't you ?" By now I had
regained some of my composure so I said "Yeah, sure, you look very
good tonight." How could I have said this ? I never liked drag
queens. I never spoke to anyone in this hell hole of a place,
especially someone cute. Isn't fear of rejection a horrible trap ?
Why was I coming on to a drag queen like this ? Why did I suddenly
realize I thought that she was very attractive ? What was I going to
say next ?
Fortunately she took the lead.
"You look like you're married to me."
"Well, I was married once, but I'm not now."
"Are you going out with anyone ?"
"Me?!? You're kidding right ?"
"Don't talk like that, you're a good looking guy.
So, do you have kids ?"
"Yeah, three of them."
"Girls, boys, what?"
"Two boys and a girl, in that order"
"Do they live with you ?"
"No, they live with their mother"
"How old are you ?"
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"You don't look that old."
"Thank you, you're very kind."
This went on a few more minutes. Soon she must have felt she
knew my whole life story. After a pause she wished me a good evening
and bid her adieu. I was wide awake after this encounter. Now it had
been a really extraordinary night. An actual conversation with
someone. A brief little bit of some sort of intimacy. I was somehow
excited. I stayed much later than usual talking to David. Then
suddenly I hear a voice in my right ear. It was Barbara again.
"Voulez vous au couchez avec moi ?"
"I took French in High School you know..."
"Well, do you ?"
I wanted to say yes so bad. But I was reluctant somehow. Was I maybe
put off by the fact that Barbara was in drag ? But yet I was extremely
attracted to Barbara. Why ? She pressed me again for an answer and I
said I had to think about it. It was almost closing time, the place was
thinning out. Barbara sat down next to me. David was giving us plenty
of space to talk. I finally started to open up.
"I haven't had much experience you know..."
"Oh, they all say that."
"No really, I mean, I don't know, I'm not sure."
"Well honey, am I calling a cab or are you giving me a ride
home ?"
"Let's go!"
I was able to commit to something I knew I wanted at last.
I had "The Wall" in the tape deck. I asked Barbara if she liked
Pink Floyd, she did and I put it on and cranked it way up. Just as
we started to hold hands that line "Are there any Queers in the
audience tonight?" came on. It was funny. I asked Barbara if she was
queer and she assured me she was not. I assured her too and then we
arrived at her door.
"You're coming in aren't you ?"
"Oh yes! I'd love to."
She fumbled with the door for a minute and then I took the key.
Inside it was very dark, just a bit of light from the streetlamps
outside. Those yellow ones. She looked so nice in that dress.
Barbara is only about 5'4" tall I guess. Young and even younger
looking. Her ass in that dress, in the dim yellow light, shadows
down the hall, a woman who was a man, a man who was a woman ? I was
as hard as a rock. She reached for the kitchen light but I grabbed
her and swung her around to face me. I pushed my lips against hers
and forced my tongue into her mouth. She had the slightest bit of
stubble, but soft like her ass. I fondled that ass for at least five
minutes while we kissed and kissed and kissed. I can still taste her
tongue against mine. What passion. Her ass looked like a womans but
felt like a guys. She was built like a teenager of no sex at all. Oh
what a time, kissing, fondling, groping, feeling, thrusting our
crotches together. The need. The desire. The certainty of what was
going to happen mixed with the mystery of being with Barbara.
I deserved this and it was going to be great.
Finally she struggled out of my grip long enough to speak.
"Let's go down the hall"
"Yes"
In her room she just plopped down on the bed, on her back. I
knelt beside the bed and began kissing her legs through her nylons.
I kissed her everywhere, every inch of her. She moaned loudly the
whole time. Through her dress and her pantyhose I began to nibble
on her cock. Yes, her cock. She still had her dress on, she was
still Barbara. As I began to undress her I asked her her name.
Joey. I was making love to a woman named Barbara whose name was
Joey and he was an extremely cute guy.
Soon she had nothing on but a pair of mens nylon briefs. Tight,
smooth, something hard inside. I decided that she was a he now. I
mouthed his cock through those shorts as he moaned louder and louder.
Very, very hot. Very gay.
I had a wet spot, I could feel it.
One thumb under each side of his underwear. Very slowly. As
each bit of his pale skin was exposed I covered it with my tongue.
Such a tiny patch of pubic hair, such a tiny guy. The base of his
cock now. He is still moaning. Now his cock bounces up out of his
briefs and I catch it in my mouth. In one gulp I take him all into
my mouth. He is yelling now... "OH! OH! OH!" I am pressing my nose
firmly into the sweet smell of his pubic hair, breathing him in.
His entire cock is in my mouth and throat. I make noises so it will
tickle him. I begin to go up and down. His manhood is the food for my
great hunger. Faster, faster, sucking him into my throat. He is
spread eagled on the bed, his feet on the floor. The yellow light is
here too. His skin is smooth and perfect, his tiny body before me
responds to my passion.
I climb up on the bed and he begins to undress me. I'm kissing
him so he has to go by touch. My tongue is inside his mouth as he
reaches inside my underwear. He srokes and caresses my cock. He
asks me to fuck him just as the last of my clothes hit the floor and
I say yes. What a beautiful, perfect, soft, round smmoth ass this guy
has. I know that as long as I live I will never see a nicer butt.
He lies on his stomach and spreads his legs. I bite his ass, I
kiss it and lick it. I moisten his hole by plunging my tongue deep
into his hole. I kneel and press myself against him. Slowly but
firmly I spread him. I'm able to enter him easily. He is tight and
warm inside. I push all the way into him as I put my weight on his
perfect little frame. I rest my nose in the hair on the back of his
neck. My face is warm, his skin is warm beneath me. It feels so
great being inside him. I begin, slowly, very slowly to move my hips.
I nibble on his neck and this gets me hotter still, thrusting faster,
slamming my pelvis against his ass, he moans louder than ever.
Now I'm biting his neck, his shoulders, his cute little ears.
I'm thrusting so deep and so hard into him that he is bouncing even
under my weight. We begin to slide together toward the headboard.
I feel my climax approach. Holding my head up now, my weight on my
arms, "Joey oh Joey I'm cumming. Oh Oh Oh Oh OH!" I collapse.
We lay together like that for a while then he gets up. I hear
water running but somehow it is very far away. Joey comes back with
a washcloth. He cleans my cock and then starts to suck me. He does
not stop for what seems an hour. Finally I cum again in short little
spurts as he sucks and swallows my juices. He lies down next to me.
The sky is starting to get bright now, I see orange through the open
curtains. We snuggle up, my arm wrapped around his small frame, at
last we both sleep.
In the morning I fucked him again.
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