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Teri (My life in the closet)
By Teri Franken
Sometimes it is good to get things off your chest, and that is what I am
doing in this story. The events are true, of course the names are
changed, but these are the things that have happened to me over the past
48 years.
I was born in the early 60's to a catholic family in Boston. My dad was a
policeman and my mother was primarily a housewife, although she did work
off and on during my childhood. I was the third of four children and I
was the only boy. One early recollection I have was when I attended
kindergarten. I was a fairly rambunctious little boy, full of energy and
prone to getting in trouble at school. One day a group of us boys were
making a lot of noise and the teacher had reached the end of her rope.
"If you boys don't stop this nonsense, I will dress each of you as little
girls to calm you down." Well most of the boys thought of that as being a
scary thing, if you wore girls clothes, you would be a girl then right? I
was fascinated by the thought of being a girl and dressing like one. I
did not act on my thoughts, but they remained with me for the rest of my
life.
When I was in fourth grade, we moved away to the suburbs and I started
attending a public school. This was refreshing since I had been in a
parochial school previously and it sucked! One night, I was in our only
bathroom in our new house and I noticed that my mother had some clothes
on a wooden rack drying. I saw that one of the items was a body suit, you
know the ones from the late sixties/early seventies that had a snap
crotch and were like a leotard. For some reason, and I still to this day
do not know why, but I tried it on there in the bathroom. From that
moment on, I became hooked on women's clothes.
My early days of dressing up were done in the bathroom, mainly trying on
things that were drying, bras, pantyhose, body suits etc. As I approached
puberty, I got more daring and started waiting until everyone was out of
the house. Then I would go to my older sister's room and dress
completely, panties, girdle, pantyhose, bra, slip, the whole nine yards.
I was amazed that I never got caught or that my sister never suspected
anything. I was constantly masturbating, every chance I got. I would beat
off at least twice before I went to bed at night, usually fantasizing
about lingerie and wearing women's clothes. After my dressing sessions, I
noticed that the girdles would get pre-cum stains on them and some of her
dresses actually had the side seam blown out, but nothing was ever said
to me. I even took sick days from school and dressed up in my favorite
outfits. My mother had a couple of wigs that I even wore on those days. I
experimented with makeup, but it was mainly lipstick, never the whole
way.
In my senior year of school, I attended a Halloween party in a dress. My
mother helped me get dressed in a wool dress, bra, wig, pantyhose and
makeup. I wore my gym shorts under the dress, she never offered me
panties! Since it was the 70's, I wore my own shoes that had big clunky
heels since they were the style for guys at that time.
I enlisted in the military after high school and left home at 18 years of
age. After boot camp, I came home and packed my stuff to bring with me to
North Carolina. I added a couple of outfits from my sisters discarded
clothing to bring with me. After I got to NC, I dressed up a few times in
my room, but was terrified that I would be caught, so I got rid of my
girly things. It was around this time that I became very interested in
cross dressing stories and used that as my outlet for the times I could
not get dressed up. I spent a year oversees and ventured out in town one
night and bought some lingerie under the guise it was for a Christmas
present. I spent the night in a hotel by myself, wearing the baby doll
night gown and pantyhose beating off all night long! The next day I threw
the stuff away and went back to the base.
I was next assigned to a base in California and found myself surrounded
by alternative lifestyles. The local town had a large cross dressing
community, there were even she-male hookers that hung out near the bus
station! Military bases are a magnet for alternate lifestyles, I think
because there is a large portion of people in the military who enjoy the
lifestyle? Just my opinion. I met and was dating a beautiful girl who
would eventually become my wife. She knew nothing about my "other side"
and I really longed to tell someone else about my true feelings. I read
some of the local adult newspapers and found an ad for a cross dresser
who lived in LA. I called her and we talked off and on for a couple of
weeks. Eventually she asked me to come up to LA for a weekend visit, she
would dress me up and we could have some fun together. I decided to take
her up on it and took the bus to LA. When I arrived in LA, I called her
again, but our schedules were messed up, she was expecting me the
following week. I decided to wander around the bus station before I
caught a ride back south. I went in to the cafeteria and sat down to have
a coke while I waited for my bus. A man came up and asked if he could
join me at the table, and I said it was okay.
He was probably 40 years old, Hispanic and was very nice. We talked for a
while and then it dawned on me; he was trying to pick me up! I had never
acted on any of my bisexual fantasies, so I decided to see where this
would lead. He asked me if I would like to go back to his place, which
was about a 20 minute drive from the bus station. I agreed and he said he
would bring me back to the bus station later on. During the drive, he
reached over and put his hand on my knee, it kinda weirded me out for a
while, but I was excited too and just decided to let the night play out.
When we got to his place, we went in and had a drink and he started to
unbuckle my pants while pulling me over to the bed. We kissed, which was
a new experience for me, and then he got on his back and asked me to fuck
him. He kept his hand over his crotch and would not let me touch his
cock, he only wanted me to fuck him in the ass, kiss him and suck on his
nipples. I was extremely disappointed; this was not what I had wanted for
my first gay experience. I fucked him twice and then he cleaned off my
cock and I asked him to take me back to the bus station. I caught a bus
back to San Diego feeling very frustrated with what happened.
I had to attend a school in San Diego and one night I went out to a club
that featured female impersonators. I really enjoyed the show. I got
friendly with one of the performers; his name was Eric/Erica. We hit it
off really well and he asked me to pick him up later that night after he
was done with the show. I agreed and came back at midnight to pick him up
at the back door of the club. I came back a little early and parked on
the side waiting for Eric and he peeked out the door, gave me a wave and
came running over to the car. When he got in the car, he leaned over and
I gave him a nice open mouth kiss that felt really nice!
He was wearing a pair of gym shorts with a tank top, but he had on
pantyhose under the shorts. He recommended that we go for a walk on the
beach near Coronado, so I drove and we talked. When we got to Mission
Bay, we got out and took a walk, holding hands and just enjoying the nice
summer night. There was no one else near us and Eric suggested that we
sit on the grass and get to know each other better. We sat down and began
kissing in earnest and before long Eric had my pants unzipped and was
eagerly sucking on my cock. I was nervous that we would be arrested and
then my military career would be over, but the feelings were nice. I
rubbed Eric's legs and had my hands in his shorts, but that was as far as
we went.
After I shot my load, Eric gave me a big kiss and we decided that I had
better bring him back to his car. He promised that the next time we would
go to his place, he would have taken me tonight, but he did not know me
well enough at first. He told me that after the first kiss, he was in
love with me. We agreed to meet again in a week, and I told him not to be
surprised to see me in the audience of his show over the next week too.
He commented that I could have removed his pantyhose if I had wanted to,
and I promised that the next time nothing would hold me back. I waited
until mid week and called Erica and she seemed excited that I had called
her back, and I was also excited to see her again. She gave me directions
to her place, told me she would meet me at the 7-11 at the corner and
then take me over to her house. She lived in a basement apartment below
her sister's house.
On Saturday morning, I was anxious to meet Erica. I dressed in blue
jeans, t-shirt, sneakers and a baseball hat and drove the 15 miles to the
7-11. I was there for 5 minutes when Erica came around the corner of the
store, she was wearing a pair of cut offs and a tie dyed USMC t-shirt and
sandals. She jumped in beside me, gave me a quick peck on the cheek and
directed me out of the parking lot towards her house. When we pulled up
in front of the house, her sister came running out to meet me. She gave
me a hug and told me that Erica was so excited that I was coming over.
Erica took me by the hand and led me down the stairs to her apartment.
The d?cor was very feminine, the bed was large and had a big white silk
comforter on it. There was also a white shag rug on the floor. Erica
wasted no time in getting me undressed and then I assisted in getting her
stripped too. I had a feeling that this was going to be a memorable
moment in my life, and I was not mistaken. Erica pulled me to the floor
and the soft shag rug and immediately started sucking my cock. I reached
for her cock and she asked if I wanted to suck her too? I smiled and we
quickly got into a 69 position and stayed that way until we both had our
orgasms.
We spent the morning, sucking and fucking, she had an amazing ass and
knew how to give everything she had to make sure I was enjoying myself.
We fucked doggy style, missionary style and in a spoon position. I never
knew how much fun sex could be, I was still pretty na?ve about sex and
had only had a couple of experiences with women along the way. We were
lying on the floor in the afterglow and Erica asked me if I had ever been
fucked before and I admitted that I had not, but was very much willing to
try. She had me get on all fours and then she got behind me and proceeded
to eat out my ass before she attempted to stick her cock in me. The pain
was immense and she finally decided to stop and we agreed that I would
work on stretching my ass with my fingers before we tried that again. I
did suck her off one more time before we had enough sex for the day.
One day I called and asked her if I could come over and see her, and she
was very happy to see me again. She looked me in the eye and said,
"Terry, I know that you can't be seen in public with me, so if we are
ever out and I see you, I will just admire you from afar, I will never
jeopardize the love I have for you or your career."
That brought a tear to my eye and I realized that it was possible for two
men to really love each other. I shared with her my love for women's
clothes and she agreed to dress me up one day after we had sex. She was
an expert with makeup and after she was done, she took my picture. She
wanted to enter me in a drag contest in San Diego as her drag sister, but
we both knew that would never happen. When I looked in the mirror, I was
shocked. I did not look like myself, I had a striking resemblance to
Connie Stevens! I went into the bathroom to remove my makeup and put my
own clothes back on, when I came out Erica had some visitors. She
introduced me to her friends who were both drag queens; one was actually
the "grand dame" of the San Diego drag scene. I shook her hand and we
talked for a few minutes, they both told Erica that I was a keeper, which
was rather awkward for me??
I eventually got married and lost touch with Erica, but will never forget
her. I still get horny just thinking about her and what we shared. I was
back in San Diego a few years later and tried looking her up, but the
club had changed over to a gay dance club and her apartment was rented
out to someone else. I heard that she had met a navy guy and after he
retired, they had moved to Australia. I hope that she found happiness and
is living a happy life.
I still dress up occasionally, still beat off, still think of Erica and
am still deep in the closet. I have yet to be fucked, but think I could
handle it much easier now! I retired form the military a few years back
and now work in the private sector. Whenever I go on the road, I stop and
buy myself some lingerie items and then sit in my hotel room and read
cross dresser stories on line and visit some of the web sites that cater
to our wonderful lifestyle and beat off wishing I was one of the girls
from the story or the web site. I wish the web had been available back
when I was in my twenties??
Hugs to everyone,
Teri Franken
[email protected]
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