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I just had the most wickedly delicious encounter and I am dying to tell everyone about it! My previous encounter was right before the 4th of July Holiday and I have been staying under the radar since then. For those that haven’t followed my previous stories, let me tell you a little about me. I am a middle-aged dude, 48 years old. I am married with a family. I have been married for 19 years but the last several years have been sexless. My wife and I still have a pretty good relationship but we have lost intimacy for a number of reasons that are not germane to this story. Over the past several years, I started really getting into sissy hypno porn and really developed a desire to be a sissy slut for men.
I finally acted out on these urges last November and since then I have continued down the rabbit hole as each experience has only reinforced my desire. Speaking of which, I mentioned in my last story that during that encounter, I was fucked raw. While he didn’t come inside me (I swallowed his tasty load), it still brought me back to reality. I knew I needed to be at least a little more careful with my activities. Given that encounter, I decided that I needed to make sure that everything was good, health wise. I waited 30 days and then anonymously got a blood/urine screen to confirm I was totally clean. Please send me a note if you have any questions about getting tested. It is not cheap but with a few precautions, you can get tested without anyone finding out about it and it is totally worth the peace of mind.
After going to the lab, I waited on pins and needles for the e-mailed results. I have detailed all of my encounters within these stories. You readers will know that I have not had that many different partners. However, there is always a concern when you meet someone. Anyway, after a couple of days, I received my e-mail. Phew, all good – clean as a whistle. I breathed a sigh of relief. After waiting a month and then getting tested, my libido had gone dormant and I wasn’t really looking for any action. Instead, I started pouring my energy into my profile page on Xhamster. After seeing SissySocial.net get shut down, I wanted to make sure that I was able to appropriately recount all my encounters for posterity and not worry about them going away at a moment’s notice. In addition, I started sharing some pics of myself and really started exploring my femme side a little more.
It is interesting, dressing femme has given me a different outlook on women’s mindsets when they get dressed up. I spent a couple of weeks really enjoying wearing a chastity device, a butt plug (pics on my profile page) and various woman’s clothes. While I enjoyed the feeling and found the clothing to be quite erotic, I wasn’t looking to get off by wearing them. Does that make sense? It felt odd to me as well but there was several days that I couldn’t wait to sneak into the basement, put my cock in chastity, put a plug up my ass, and then relax. When I had the house to myself, I would also put on various femme clothes that I have. It just felt good to feel sexy but it didn’t mean I wanted sex. I have been contemplating this paradox for the past several weeks. If you have any insight, please let me know.
As I was doing this, I continued to correspond with my semi-regular BBC, Paul. He went out of town to visit family in Nashville but I was sending him some pictures of some of the new clothes I had purchased. I bought a few things from Amazon – Calvin Klein thong and bra, breast forms, bodystocking, and some heels. I had fun taking some pictures and sending them to Paul and we started talking about when we could get together. Just thinking about his gorgeous cock woke up my libido and I couldn’t wait for a chance to dress-up for him. Unfortunately, we were not able to get our schedules lined up and I have been getting increasingly frustrated through the month of August
At one point, I went back to Doublelist to see if I could hook-up with someone. I connected with a couple of people but was never able to make it work. Instead, I just got hornier and hornier. Last Friday morning, I was browsing Reddit. I follow both of my BBC dudes and I like to check their post/comment history to see if they are looking at anything that might interest me. Well, my other BBC – the guy whose name I have never learned, had posted the previous day looking that he was looking for a guy to suck him off. Just on a whim, I sent him a message, asking if he was still looking. After about 30 minutes, I got the one word response, “Yes.” I messaged back that I would love to help him out and I remembered that I had met him at a house on the south side of the city and that was only about 30 minutes from my house.
After another period of time, I got the following message: “What are you into?” I responded that I would love to suck him off and I reminded him that he and I had hooked-up previously. Given that his response time usually was about 30 minutes after each of my messages, I decided to get my bike ride in. I ride between an hour to two hours each day, to keep my girlish figure… I would stop periodically on my ride to see if he had responded. About half-way through, I received the following response, “Sounds good, can you host?” My heart sank. Can I host? No way can I host. I was bummed. I then started thinking about how hot it would be to suck him off in a car. That is a fantasy I have always had. I sent him a response that I was not able to host but could we try car play? I continued on my ride and by the time I got home, he sent back the following response, “How about at the hotel near my work?”
At a hotel? In a public bathroom??? What the hell is that? At first I was disappointed but then as I started thinking about it, wow that could be really hot. Sucking off a BBC in a public bathroom? That would be totally hot. What was the likelihood of getting caught? I texted him back about how private the bathrooms were. He responded that there was a bathroom on the third floor of the hotel and that almost no one uses it. He assured me that it would be very quiet. I remembered the first time we hooked up. His cock was fantastic but he came in just a couple of minutes. His Reddit post mentioned how “backed up” he was. Well, he probably wouldn’t last very long, would he? Fuck it, I thought, this is another thing to check off the bucket list – sucking off a guy in a public toilet. Count me in. Let’s do this. I told him I was in and we worked out the time. I confirmed that he was still clean and he asked me where I wanted his cum. I told him that I always swallow and that sealed the deal. He was on board.
We agreed to meet at 1:45. He would be in the stall and text me that the coast was clear. I drove in the city and parked my car at about 1:30 in a parking garage two blocks from the hotel. As I walked toward the hotel, I stopped at a Walgreen’s and picked up some gum to make sure my breath was okay. I then walked into the hotel. It is a very nice upscale hotel in the middle of downtown and I asked the first employee I saw where the bathroom was? He pointed to area just off of the lounge next to the front desk and I walked over and entered the bathroom. Whenever I have a new encounter, I get so excited/nervous that my stomach and digestion get worked up. Since I had a few minutes I thought I would check out the lobby bathroom, relieve myself and make sure everything seemed okay. The bathrooms are very nice in this hotel. On the first floor, the stall doors were solid core wood doors that went all the way down to the floor. Inside the stall, the partitions also were good length, with only about an inch clearance above the floor. I thought if the 3rd floor bathrooms were like this, there would be no issues. I relieved myself, washed my hands and went back into the lobby. Looking at my watch, it was 1:42. I headed to the escalator.
As I was going up the escalator, I texted my BBC and told him I was here. Where should I go? He told me that when I reached the second floor, just keep walking and there would be another escalator to the third floor. Go up to the third floor, walk straight down the hallway. I would see a women’s bathroom and another hallway that leads to the right. Take this hallway and when it ends, the entrance to the men’s bathroom would be on my left. He told me that he was about four minutes away. I responded that I would text him from a stall.
As I reached the top of the escalator, there was a hotel restaurant to my left but I could see another escalator down at the end of a long hallway. I followed his instructions and headed down the hallway, got on the escalator and went up to the third floor. My heart was racing in anticipation and the risk of doing this. Wow, this was exciting! I got to the third floor, followed his instructions to the Lady’s bathroom and went down the hallway until I found the men’s bathroom. He was right, this whole area appeared to be made up of meeting rooms and the place was deserted. I entered the men’s room and it was built out almost identically to the bathroom I used on the first floor. The bathroom had a granite countertop with three sinks to my right and three urinals to my left. As I continued walking between them there was another area in the back with three stalls on one side and two on the other. The stall doors were identical to the first floor bathroom, taupe colored, solid core wood doors. I chose the handicapped stall since it would be a little larger, went inside and sat down. While I couldn’t be certain, there appeared to be nobody else in the bathroom. The inside of the stall was identical to the bathrooms on the first floor. He was right, this is really good place to do this.
Sitting on the toilet, I texted my BBC that I found the bathroom and was in the handicapped stall. He texted back that he was on his way up. I sat on the toiled and waited. And waited. My heart was racing. I was nervous. I was excited. I started thinking about the last time I hooked up with this dude and how beautiful his cock was. This guy is a really good looking dude. He is about 5’ 8”, very handsome, with a magnetic smile. He is a little overweight but also in good shape. My mouth was watering as I remembered our first encounter. His cock is about 8” when hard but not too thick. I was able to easily deepthroat him the last time we met and I looked forward to doing it again.
I waited. I am normally a very conservative person and always think about everything that could go wrong in any situation. As I sat there, I thought about hotel security or even the police busting in on us. Instead of wanting to get out of there, I continued to sit there in anticipation. Damn, this was going to be good. C’mon, let’s get this going. I continued to wait. Where was he? How long have I been waiting? I looked at my watch, 1:49. Wow, time really slows down when you are pumped up. After another moment, the door to the bathroom opened. I held my breath. My cock was semi-hard as I waited in eager anticipation for him to come to my stall. I heard some noises but couldn’t make out what they were. Was he adjusting his bag/backpack? Why would he need to? What was he doing? Dammit, let’s get this on!
A moment later, the door to my stall opened. I can’t describe the feeling of seeing that door open, it was incredible. You really need to experience it. Sitting on the toilet, I looked up and saw my BBC, he smiled at me and quietly entered the stall, turned away, closed the door and locked it. He then turned back to me and started undoing his pants. He was dressed in a very tight t-shirt that showed off his well muscled arms. He was also wearing jeans and sneakers. He undid his belt, unzipped his pants and dropped them and his underwear to his knees. I was eye level to his beautiful cock and I reached out and caressed it. It was at this point that I realized that I was so nervous that my hands were ice cold as I rubbed his hardening dick. I removed my hand and placed both of my hands on the back of his legs and started licking and kissing his cock. He beautiful dick immediately started getting hard in my mouth. It tasted fantastic! God, I love sucking dick! Boy, I am a sissy cock sucking fag! I loved the feeling of that beautiful cock in my mouth. I started sucking and moving my head up and down on his gorgeous shaft. After about a minute, it was rock hard and he pulled it out of my mouth and whispered, “I don’t want to cum yet.” He started slapping his cock against my cheeks and I just looked up at him and smiled.
I returned my attention to his cock and started licking and kissing his shaft. I dropped down to his balls and licked them. I spent about a minute kissing and nibbling before I put the head of his cock back into my mouth. When I did, he whispered, “How deep can you take it?” I took that as my cue and immediately deepthroated him. He moaned as I had my lips pressed up against his abdomen and I extended my tongue to lick his balls while I had his whole shaft down my throat. He then put his hands on the back of my head and started to face fuck me. After only a couple of thrusts he grunted, “I’m cumming!” I slid my lips back up his shaft so that just the head was inside my mouth. He started convulsing and I felt his cock twitch as I started tasting his cum as it filled my mouth his tasty seed.
As he continued to convulse, what happens next? You guessed it, the bathroom door opens. My normal self would have freaked out but I was cock drunk. I just continued to suckle on his cock and began to swallow his delicious load. A moment later, we both see that someone tries to open the door to our stall. Dammit! Why did I choose the handicapped stall? Everyone likes the bigger stall. You idiot! While that was going through my mind, I still had his beautiful, twitching cock in my mouth. Then, we both heard another stall door open, close, and lock. My BBC, smiled at me and breathed a sigh of relief, all while I still had his magnificent dick in my mouth. At that point, he wasted no time in zipping up and making his exit. I waited another minute, composed myself, flushed the toilet, exited the stall, washed my hands and left the bathroom.
I was so turned on at this point, I made my way back to the first floor and went back into the first bathroom. Inside the stall, I undid my pants and started jerking off. My cock was so hard as I thought about what I just did. As I stroked myself, I sent a text to my BBC, thanking him and telling him to hit me up if he ever wants to have another go. He responded with a “You bet!” I continued to beat my meat and after a couple of minutes, shot my load all over my hand. I licked up my cum and once again composed myself, zipped up, flushed the toilet, exited the stall, washed my hands, and walked out of the bathroom. I walked through the lobby with no one being the wiser, exited the hotel and went back to my car. The whole ride home was a blur as I couldn’t stop thinking about this experience. As I write this, it is now three days since this happened and my cock has been in a state of hardness ever since. I feel like such a good little slut for having sucked off a dude in a public bathroom. Last year at this time, I never would have thought this would be something I would do. Now, a year later, I am trying to think about what’s next? Any suggestions?
I finally acted out on these urges last November and since then I have continued down the rabbit hole as each experience has only reinforced my desire. Speaking of which, I mentioned in my last story that during that encounter, I was fucked raw. While he didn’t come inside me (I swallowed his tasty load), it still brought me back to reality. I knew I needed to be at least a little more careful with my activities. Given that encounter, I decided that I needed to make sure that everything was good, health wise. I waited 30 days and then anonymously got a blood/urine screen to confirm I was totally clean. Please send me a note if you have any questions about getting tested. It is not cheap but with a few precautions, you can get tested without anyone finding out about it and it is totally worth the peace of mind.
After going to the lab, I waited on pins and needles for the e-mailed results. I have detailed all of my encounters within these stories. You readers will know that I have not had that many different partners. However, there is always a concern when you meet someone. Anyway, after a couple of days, I received my e-mail. Phew, all good – clean as a whistle. I breathed a sigh of relief. After waiting a month and then getting tested, my libido had gone dormant and I wasn’t really looking for any action. Instead, I started pouring my energy into my profile page on Xhamster. After seeing SissySocial.net get shut down, I wanted to make sure that I was able to appropriately recount all my encounters for posterity and not worry about them going away at a moment’s notice. In addition, I started sharing some pics of myself and really started exploring my femme side a little more.
It is interesting, dressing femme has given me a different outlook on women’s mindsets when they get dressed up. I spent a couple of weeks really enjoying wearing a chastity device, a butt plug (pics on my profile page) and various woman’s clothes. While I enjoyed the feeling and found the clothing to be quite erotic, I wasn’t looking to get off by wearing them. Does that make sense? It felt odd to me as well but there was several days that I couldn’t wait to sneak into the basement, put my cock in chastity, put a plug up my ass, and then relax. When I had the house to myself, I would also put on various femme clothes that I have. It just felt good to feel sexy but it didn’t mean I wanted sex. I have been contemplating this paradox for the past several weeks. If you have any insight, please let me know.
As I was doing this, I continued to correspond with my semi-regular BBC, Paul. He went out of town to visit family in Nashville but I was sending him some pictures of some of the new clothes I had purchased. I bought a few things from Amazon – Calvin Klein thong and bra, breast forms, bodystocking, and some heels. I had fun taking some pictures and sending them to Paul and we started talking about when we could get together. Just thinking about his gorgeous cock woke up my libido and I couldn’t wait for a chance to dress-up for him. Unfortunately, we were not able to get our schedules lined up and I have been getting increasingly frustrated through the month of August
At one point, I went back to Doublelist to see if I could hook-up with someone. I connected with a couple of people but was never able to make it work. Instead, I just got hornier and hornier. Last Friday morning, I was browsing Reddit. I follow both of my BBC dudes and I like to check their post/comment history to see if they are looking at anything that might interest me. Well, my other BBC – the guy whose name I have never learned, had posted the previous day looking that he was looking for a guy to suck him off. Just on a whim, I sent him a message, asking if he was still looking. After about 30 minutes, I got the one word response, “Yes.” I messaged back that I would love to help him out and I remembered that I had met him at a house on the south side of the city and that was only about 30 minutes from my house.
After another period of time, I got the following message: “What are you into?” I responded that I would love to suck him off and I reminded him that he and I had hooked-up previously. Given that his response time usually was about 30 minutes after each of my messages, I decided to get my bike ride in. I ride between an hour to two hours each day, to keep my girlish figure… I would stop periodically on my ride to see if he had responded. About half-way through, I received the following response, “Sounds good, can you host?” My heart sank. Can I host? No way can I host. I was bummed. I then started thinking about how hot it would be to suck him off in a car. That is a fantasy I have always had. I sent him a response that I was not able to host but could we try car play? I continued on my ride and by the time I got home, he sent back the following response, “How about at the hotel near my work?”
At a hotel? In a public bathroom??? What the hell is that? At first I was disappointed but then as I started thinking about it, wow that could be really hot. Sucking off a BBC in a public bathroom? That would be totally hot. What was the likelihood of getting caught? I texted him back about how private the bathrooms were. He responded that there was a bathroom on the third floor of the hotel and that almost no one uses it. He assured me that it would be very quiet. I remembered the first time we hooked up. His cock was fantastic but he came in just a couple of minutes. His Reddit post mentioned how “backed up” he was. Well, he probably wouldn’t last very long, would he? Fuck it, I thought, this is another thing to check off the bucket list – sucking off a guy in a public toilet. Count me in. Let’s do this. I told him I was in and we worked out the time. I confirmed that he was still clean and he asked me where I wanted his cum. I told him that I always swallow and that sealed the deal. He was on board.
We agreed to meet at 1:45. He would be in the stall and text me that the coast was clear. I drove in the city and parked my car at about 1:30 in a parking garage two blocks from the hotel. As I walked toward the hotel, I stopped at a Walgreen’s and picked up some gum to make sure my breath was okay. I then walked into the hotel. It is a very nice upscale hotel in the middle of downtown and I asked the first employee I saw where the bathroom was? He pointed to area just off of the lounge next to the front desk and I walked over and entered the bathroom. Whenever I have a new encounter, I get so excited/nervous that my stomach and digestion get worked up. Since I had a few minutes I thought I would check out the lobby bathroom, relieve myself and make sure everything seemed okay. The bathrooms are very nice in this hotel. On the first floor, the stall doors were solid core wood doors that went all the way down to the floor. Inside the stall, the partitions also were good length, with only about an inch clearance above the floor. I thought if the 3rd floor bathrooms were like this, there would be no issues. I relieved myself, washed my hands and went back into the lobby. Looking at my watch, it was 1:42. I headed to the escalator.
As I was going up the escalator, I texted my BBC and told him I was here. Where should I go? He told me that when I reached the second floor, just keep walking and there would be another escalator to the third floor. Go up to the third floor, walk straight down the hallway. I would see a women’s bathroom and another hallway that leads to the right. Take this hallway and when it ends, the entrance to the men’s bathroom would be on my left. He told me that he was about four minutes away. I responded that I would text him from a stall.
As I reached the top of the escalator, there was a hotel restaurant to my left but I could see another escalator down at the end of a long hallway. I followed his instructions and headed down the hallway, got on the escalator and went up to the third floor. My heart was racing in anticipation and the risk of doing this. Wow, this was exciting! I got to the third floor, followed his instructions to the Lady’s bathroom and went down the hallway until I found the men’s bathroom. He was right, this whole area appeared to be made up of meeting rooms and the place was deserted. I entered the men’s room and it was built out almost identically to the bathroom I used on the first floor. The bathroom had a granite countertop with three sinks to my right and three urinals to my left. As I continued walking between them there was another area in the back with three stalls on one side and two on the other. The stall doors were identical to the first floor bathroom, taupe colored, solid core wood doors. I chose the handicapped stall since it would be a little larger, went inside and sat down. While I couldn’t be certain, there appeared to be nobody else in the bathroom. The inside of the stall was identical to the bathrooms on the first floor. He was right, this is really good place to do this.
Sitting on the toilet, I texted my BBC that I found the bathroom and was in the handicapped stall. He texted back that he was on his way up. I sat on the toiled and waited. And waited. My heart was racing. I was nervous. I was excited. I started thinking about the last time I hooked up with this dude and how beautiful his cock was. This guy is a really good looking dude. He is about 5’ 8”, very handsome, with a magnetic smile. He is a little overweight but also in good shape. My mouth was watering as I remembered our first encounter. His cock is about 8” when hard but not too thick. I was able to easily deepthroat him the last time we met and I looked forward to doing it again.
I waited. I am normally a very conservative person and always think about everything that could go wrong in any situation. As I sat there, I thought about hotel security or even the police busting in on us. Instead of wanting to get out of there, I continued to sit there in anticipation. Damn, this was going to be good. C’mon, let’s get this going. I continued to wait. Where was he? How long have I been waiting? I looked at my watch, 1:49. Wow, time really slows down when you are pumped up. After another moment, the door to the bathroom opened. I held my breath. My cock was semi-hard as I waited in eager anticipation for him to come to my stall. I heard some noises but couldn’t make out what they were. Was he adjusting his bag/backpack? Why would he need to? What was he doing? Dammit, let’s get this on!
A moment later, the door to my stall opened. I can’t describe the feeling of seeing that door open, it was incredible. You really need to experience it. Sitting on the toilet, I looked up and saw my BBC, he smiled at me and quietly entered the stall, turned away, closed the door and locked it. He then turned back to me and started undoing his pants. He was dressed in a very tight t-shirt that showed off his well muscled arms. He was also wearing jeans and sneakers. He undid his belt, unzipped his pants and dropped them and his underwear to his knees. I was eye level to his beautiful cock and I reached out and caressed it. It was at this point that I realized that I was so nervous that my hands were ice cold as I rubbed his hardening dick. I removed my hand and placed both of my hands on the back of his legs and started licking and kissing his cock. He beautiful dick immediately started getting hard in my mouth. It tasted fantastic! God, I love sucking dick! Boy, I am a sissy cock sucking fag! I loved the feeling of that beautiful cock in my mouth. I started sucking and moving my head up and down on his gorgeous shaft. After about a minute, it was rock hard and he pulled it out of my mouth and whispered, “I don’t want to cum yet.” He started slapping his cock against my cheeks and I just looked up at him and smiled.
I returned my attention to his cock and started licking and kissing his shaft. I dropped down to his balls and licked them. I spent about a minute kissing and nibbling before I put the head of his cock back into my mouth. When I did, he whispered, “How deep can you take it?” I took that as my cue and immediately deepthroated him. He moaned as I had my lips pressed up against his abdomen and I extended my tongue to lick his balls while I had his whole shaft down my throat. He then put his hands on the back of my head and started to face fuck me. After only a couple of thrusts he grunted, “I’m cumming!” I slid my lips back up his shaft so that just the head was inside my mouth. He started convulsing and I felt his cock twitch as I started tasting his cum as it filled my mouth his tasty seed.
As he continued to convulse, what happens next? You guessed it, the bathroom door opens. My normal self would have freaked out but I was cock drunk. I just continued to suckle on his cock and began to swallow his delicious load. A moment later, we both see that someone tries to open the door to our stall. Dammit! Why did I choose the handicapped stall? Everyone likes the bigger stall. You idiot! While that was going through my mind, I still had his beautiful, twitching cock in my mouth. Then, we both heard another stall door open, close, and lock. My BBC, smiled at me and breathed a sigh of relief, all while I still had his magnificent dick in my mouth. At that point, he wasted no time in zipping up and making his exit. I waited another minute, composed myself, flushed the toilet, exited the stall, washed my hands and left the bathroom.
I was so turned on at this point, I made my way back to the first floor and went back into the first bathroom. Inside the stall, I undid my pants and started jerking off. My cock was so hard as I thought about what I just did. As I stroked myself, I sent a text to my BBC, thanking him and telling him to hit me up if he ever wants to have another go. He responded with a “You bet!” I continued to beat my meat and after a couple of minutes, shot my load all over my hand. I licked up my cum and once again composed myself, zipped up, flushed the toilet, exited the stall, washed my hands, and walked out of the bathroom. I walked through the lobby with no one being the wiser, exited the hotel and went back to my car. The whole ride home was a blur as I couldn’t stop thinking about this experience. As I write this, it is now three days since this happened and my cock has been in a state of hardness ever since. I feel like such a good little slut for having sucked off a dude in a public bathroom. Last year at this time, I never would have thought this would be something I would do. Now, a year later, I am trying to think about what’s next? Any suggestions?
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