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My First Dick
I was traveling and was going to be in Charlotte for a couple of days. Charlotte in the 1980’s had a lot of things of interest to someone like me, adult book stores with $.25 booths (closed with a curtain for privacy), massage parlors, strip shows, gay bars with drag shows, and meeting places. When I traveled Charlotte I always stayed on Wilkerson Blvd, not too far out of downtown. If one could not find something of interest on Wilkerson Blvd., then you were in the wrong end of town; I was in the right end of town.
Back then I had not gotten the nerve to dress fully and go out. I had bought women’s jeans, nice silk blouse, bras, panties, stockings, and women’s loafers. I had makeup like foundation, blush, lipstick, eye liner, false eye lashes, and even clear finger nail polish.
On this particular evening, I decided I would go out to one of the adult book stores. I had stopped at the store a couple of time before in my normal attire and know the layout of the store and booths. After having some strong drinks to improve my senses and sex drive, I laid out my clothes, showered, shaved closely mostly my face (I had not started shaving my legs, still married), powered, had another stiff drink and began the makeup. Starting with the foundation I smoothed it, applied the blush, applied the over power, used the eyeliner (lightly), some eyeliner, applied the false eyelashes, darkened them, eyebrows darkened, and put on a light shade of lipstick. I then put my panties and bra (under wire with lace) and the used two plastic bag partially filled with water to produce small tits. The bags really felt good and I could feel my nipples thru the bags.
After another drink, not quite as stiff, I put on panty hose, blouse, jeans (size 10 stretch type), wide silver belt (threaded backwards from a male – important), and then slipped into my loafers. When I looked in the mirror I probably saw a sexy CD like I had seen in all me CD magazines. Since I wanted to make a good impression, I decided to use a little more blush and eyeliner and of course MORE lipstick (just the taste makes us feel sexy).
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Driving to the book store, I bet my blood pressure went up 50%. I was excited. I had observed that men were getting BJ’s at this store in the booths because the floor was sticky. The sign was, when the curtain was closed, you walked by and open it slightly. If the person wanted company, they would let you in, if not you would just walk to the next booth with the curtain closed. I studied the procedure and decided tonight I would suck my first dick, I was excited.
In reading all the magazines and stories about dick sucking, one can get a lot of advice. Since I had been studying all these stories, I thought I knew something about sucking a cock. I pulled in the store parking lot and then went cold, scared to death, what was I doing here, how did I look, what would others think, would I get caught, would someone call the police about me being in the store, and probably 100 other things. Luckily I had brought a mini bottle of Scotch which helped answer all those questions and fears, and I went in.
I want to be unnoticed so I browsed the adult book section looking a gay and transvestite and cross dresser magazines so nobody would think anything about me (good thinking, right). After a couple of minutes I went to the counter and handed the man a $5 bill and asked for quarters. He cashed it and gave me a hand full of quarters and then said “be careful back there” and I thought maybe the way I was dressed might given away my intentions (you think)?
As with most stores this area was dimly lit which made me feel somewhat better. I quickly got into a booth, pulled the curtain and put in a quarter. I saw the show and had no visitors so I put in another quarter, still no luck. Well maybe I had come at a bad time; maybe I needed to be here around midnight or something. I got out of the booth and walked down the hall to the end. There were only two booths being occupied. blood pressure gong up again so I turned around and walked to the first curtain, pulled it back ever so gently, look inside, and there was someone being sucked. Well they both got upset at me. I walked back in the book store with thoughts about just going back to the motel. The man at the desk motioned me over and I did not know if I should go or bolt for the door. I decided to follow my gut, or rather my
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dick, and went over. He told me to wait until after 9pm to get the “action” I was looking, it was 8 when I arrived so I figured 9 wasn’t long off. He said just stay in the store and you will be noticed, don’t be worried we get “your kind” in here all the time; some even “work” this area.
I realized then and there I was not the only one in this world that felt like I did and looked the way it did. I went looking around and after a while some men came in some looking at books some going to the back. I just keep walking around the store and even getting into a couple of conversations with the desk man and some other man, may me feel better about myself and what I wanted to do in the back.
After a while I again went to the back this time I did not go in a booth, I just walk to the second one with the curtain closed and slowly pulled it back and looked in. The man was about my age, in dress slacks, nice shirt, and pullover sweater. At first when he looked up he did not seem happy, but after he saw me fully, thought a second, and then gave me a nod to come in. The movie was about completed so I gave him 4 quarters for the machine which he quickly put in. So far no words have been spoken. I watch for maybe 30 seconds or so and then very gently put my hand on his crouch and could feel his erection. I looked at him and he nodded (guess this was the sign and now my moment to perform). Being a good queer (they did not have sissies back then), I got down on my knees, unzipped his pants, put my fingers thru his underwear, and pulled out the prize, his dick!
I will never forget the smell, it was something. Not bad but musty. I looked at it and thought, will I really put his dick in MY mouth. If I do this what will I become? All these thoughts lasted no more then 3 seconds and I just took his cock in both hands and gently wrapped my mouth around it, he let out a low sound. I used my tongue around the top and the rim of the head making sure my teeth did not touch. The more I worked my mouth and tongue, the more I felt his dick becoming even harder, and the more I enjoyed what I was doing. After a short period he put his hands behind my head and started to guide me up and down his dick’s shaft, slowly at first and then faster. He tried to keep quite but did start to make some more noise and the he pushed my head close and boy did he cum!
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Experiencing cum for the first time, on your knees (also in cum I found out later), in a booth, with a strange man who your have even spoken too is something I will always remember (humiliating, degrading, enjoyment, sexy, change in lifestyle, etc.). It started me on a new path in life and I have enjoyed the journey. I have made changes in my lifestyle choices, experienced better cum dumps, but the first taste of HOT fresh CUM is something to remember.
I let him finish his cuming and kept my mouth on his dick then started to feel it soften. I thought this was what was expected of a good cock sucker, so I let him enjoy the time. He finally pulled my head back, his limp dick fell out my mouth and he put it back in his underwear and zipped up his pants. He smiled and the said “hope to see you again, that was great” (only words spoken the whole time)! He left the booth, open the curtain, and I am still on my knees and some man walked by, wow. I quickly got up and left, the bookstore man just smiled.
I did feel good about my first sucking adventure and I guess then was when I realized that I had crossed the bridge to a different life that I had only read about in books and magazines, and truly now had found.
Please write to me [email protected]
Cum sucking wishes,
Sissy Sandy
My First Dick
I was traveling and was going to be in Charlotte for a couple of days. Charlotte in the 1980’s had a lot of things of interest to someone like me, adult book stores with $.25 booths (closed with a curtain for privacy), massage parlors, strip shows, gay bars with drag shows, and meeting places. When I traveled Charlotte I always stayed on Wilkerson Blvd, not too far out of downtown. If one could not find something of interest on Wilkerson Blvd., then you were in the wrong end of town; I was in the right end of town.
Back then I had not gotten the nerve to dress fully and go out. I had bought women’s jeans, nice silk blouse, bras, panties, stockings, and women’s loafers. I had makeup like foundation, blush, lipstick, eye liner, false eye lashes, and even clear finger nail polish.
On this particular evening, I decided I would go out to one of the adult book stores. I had stopped at the store a couple of time before in my normal attire and know the layout of the store and booths. After having some strong drinks to improve my senses and sex drive, I laid out my clothes, showered, shaved closely mostly my face (I had not started shaving my legs, still married), powered, had another stiff drink and began the makeup. Starting with the foundation I smoothed it, applied the blush, applied the over power, used the eyeliner (lightly), some eyeliner, applied the false eyelashes, darkened them, eyebrows darkened, and put on a light shade of lipstick. I then put my panties and bra (under wire with lace) and the used two plastic bag partially filled with water to produce small tits. The bags really felt good and I could feel my nipples thru the bags.
After another drink, not quite as stiff, I put on panty hose, blouse, jeans (size 10 stretch type), wide silver belt (threaded backwards from a male – important), and then slipped into my loafers. When I looked in the mirror I probably saw a sexy CD like I had seen in all me CD magazines. Since I wanted to make a good impression, I decided to use a little more blush and eyeliner and of course MORE lipstick (just the taste makes us feel sexy).
2
Driving to the book store, I bet my blood pressure went up 50%. I was excited. I had observed that men were getting BJ’s at this store in the booths because the floor was sticky. The sign was, when the curtain was closed, you walked by and open it slightly. If the person wanted company, they would let you in, if not you would just walk to the next booth with the curtain closed. I studied the procedure and decided tonight I would suck my first dick, I was excited.
In reading all the magazines and stories about dick sucking, one can get a lot of advice. Since I had been studying all these stories, I thought I knew something about sucking a cock. I pulled in the store parking lot and then went cold, scared to death, what was I doing here, how did I look, what would others think, would I get caught, would someone call the police about me being in the store, and probably 100 other things. Luckily I had brought a mini bottle of Scotch which helped answer all those questions and fears, and I went in.
I want to be unnoticed so I browsed the adult book section looking a gay and transvestite and cross dresser magazines so nobody would think anything about me (good thinking, right). After a couple of minutes I went to the counter and handed the man a $5 bill and asked for quarters. He cashed it and gave me a hand full of quarters and then said “be careful back there” and I thought maybe the way I was dressed might given away my intentions (you think)?
As with most stores this area was dimly lit which made me feel somewhat better. I quickly got into a booth, pulled the curtain and put in a quarter. I saw the show and had no visitors so I put in another quarter, still no luck. Well maybe I had come at a bad time; maybe I needed to be here around midnight or something. I got out of the booth and walked down the hall to the end. There were only two booths being occupied. blood pressure gong up again so I turned around and walked to the first curtain, pulled it back ever so gently, look inside, and there was someone being sucked. Well they both got upset at me. I walked back in the book store with thoughts about just going back to the motel. The man at the desk motioned me over and I did not know if I should go or bolt for the door. I decided to follow my gut, or rather my
3
dick, and went over. He told me to wait until after 9pm to get the “action” I was looking, it was 8 when I arrived so I figured 9 wasn’t long off. He said just stay in the store and you will be noticed, don’t be worried we get “your kind” in here all the time; some even “work” this area.
I realized then and there I was not the only one in this world that felt like I did and looked the way it did. I went looking around and after a while some men came in some looking at books some going to the back. I just keep walking around the store and even getting into a couple of conversations with the desk man and some other man, may me feel better about myself and what I wanted to do in the back.
After a while I again went to the back this time I did not go in a booth, I just walk to the second one with the curtain closed and slowly pulled it back and looked in. The man was about my age, in dress slacks, nice shirt, and pullover sweater. At first when he looked up he did not seem happy, but after he saw me fully, thought a second, and then gave me a nod to come in. The movie was about completed so I gave him 4 quarters for the machine which he quickly put in. So far no words have been spoken. I watch for maybe 30 seconds or so and then very gently put my hand on his crouch and could feel his erection. I looked at him and he nodded (guess this was the sign and now my moment to perform). Being a good queer (they did not have sissies back then), I got down on my knees, unzipped his pants, put my fingers thru his underwear, and pulled out the prize, his dick!
I will never forget the smell, it was something. Not bad but musty. I looked at it and thought, will I really put his dick in MY mouth. If I do this what will I become? All these thoughts lasted no more then 3 seconds and I just took his cock in both hands and gently wrapped my mouth around it, he let out a low sound. I used my tongue around the top and the rim of the head making sure my teeth did not touch. The more I worked my mouth and tongue, the more I felt his dick becoming even harder, and the more I enjoyed what I was doing. After a short period he put his hands behind my head and started to guide me up and down his dick’s shaft, slowly at first and then faster. He tried to keep quite but did start to make some more noise and the he pushed my head close and boy did he cum!
4
Experiencing cum for the first time, on your knees (also in cum I found out later), in a booth, with a strange man who your have even spoken too is something I will always remember (humiliating, degrading, enjoyment, sexy, change in lifestyle, etc.). It started me on a new path in life and I have enjoyed the journey. I have made changes in my lifestyle choices, experienced better cum dumps, but the first taste of HOT fresh CUM is something to remember.
I let him finish his cuming and kept my mouth on his dick then started to feel it soften. I thought this was what was expected of a good cock sucker, so I let him enjoy the time. He finally pulled my head back, his limp dick fell out my mouth and he put it back in his underwear and zipped up his pants. He smiled and the said “hope to see you again, that was great” (only words spoken the whole time)! He left the booth, open the curtain, and I am still on my knees and some man walked by, wow. I quickly got up and left, the bookstore man just smiled.
I did feel good about my first sucking adventure and I guess then was when I realized that I had crossed the bridge to a different life that I had only read about in books and magazines, and truly now had found.
Please write to me [email protected]
Cum sucking wishes,
Sissy Sandy
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