Ever since I’ve been posting my stories I have been thinking about doing things with other men.
For 30 years my best friend J and I have been secretly having a sexual relationship. He’s the only man I’ve ever been with and he the only man I ever envisioned myself being with, however, since I have been posting these stories about us I have been having a lot of urges to be with other men. I’m incredibly curious and incredibly horny!
I found a gay bar that was in a safe neighborhood and as I perused their website, I found that they have drag night two times a week. That was perfect for me because not only do I love dressing in women’s clothing, I also would like to remain as incognito as possible.
The first night I went there and didn’t dress up as much as the others.i felt very out of place and left after only a short time.
The second night I went much more prepared. I put on a red dress that really hugged my overweight body and showed off my curves. I added a pair of black lace panties and black stockings. I finally found a pair of big black heels that fit my feet and put those on as well. I did my makeup and hair and headed out for the evening.
I was utterly terrified to leave the house dressed as a woman but I left late enough that I hoped no one in my neighborhood saw me. I had never been out of the house dressed as a woman and I couldn’t believe how terrified I was.
When I got to the bar I felt much more comfortable and relaxed. Even as dressed up as I was, it was nothing compared to the drag queens they had on display that night.
I decided to pick a table and sit down by myself. Within 3 minutes I had a man approach me and ask if I wanted to dance. I politely told him no mainly because I didn’t want to dance but also I wasn’t very attracted to him.
After a few others had come by and gave it a try I finally agreed to dance with a man. He was definitely not my type, if I even have a type, but I was tired of sitting down and wanted to dance.
We danced for a few minutes and he offered to buy me a drink but I refused and went back to my table. A few minutes later this tall fit man with dark black and gray hair and a thick black mustache approached me and asked if he could sit down. I was shocked at how much attention I had received up til then.
This man reminded me of my dad and for some reason I was incredibly attracted to him. Apparently that’s my type.
I invited him to sit down and we started talking. We got along well. He even convinced me to get up and dance some more. I had danced more in one hour than I had my entire life.
As we headed back to the table, our flirting started taking a much more serious vibe. He squeezed my ass on the walk back to the table. I loved it! As we sat down at the table, he kissed me. Not just a peck on the lips either. He shoved his tongue down my throat! His boldness turned me on so much!
We made out for a few minutes and before long I had my hand down his pants stroking his cock. I couldn’t believe it! Right there in the bar, albeit a booth in the back corner, but I had my hand down his pants stroking his thick cock!
A few minutes went by and then suddenly he arched his back and his head was staring up at the ceiling. Then I felt his cock begin pump shot after shot of hot semen all over my hand.
As I pulled my hand out of his pants he kissed me for a minute or so. Then he asked if I wanted to go back to his apartment. I chose not to because I wasn’t sure about him yet. I exchanged numbers with him and went home even hornier than I was when I left.
When I got home I rode my biggest dildo for almost an hour thinking about the man I just gave a handjob to. He was all I could think about.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I exploded a huge batch of cum all over my stomach. I snapped a picture of the mess I made and the dildo that caused it and sent it to him with the caption.
“This is what you did to me.”
He responded a few minutes later and asked if we could meet up again sometime and I agreed. If he fucks as good as my dildo I’ll write about it. 😉
