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This is from the early 1990s, when I was in the occasional habit of crossdressing in lingerie and bottoming. I don't do that any more for several reasons, mainly because at my age I just don't have the body for it any more.
About 20 miles from where my wife and I lived, on the outskirts of one of America's largest cities, there was an unofficial red light district. It was basically a very poor little village that had opened its boundaries to adult businesses in order to attract some kind of tax revenue. There were strip joints, massage parlors, and adult bookstores. Streetwalkers wandered the area. One night a friend got me into an i*****l crap game in the back room of a bar there. My guess is the game was allowed so long as the village got a cut. The village police would leave you alone as long as you didn't cause any trouble. The local TV news would launch an "investigation" into the area every year or so, but nothing ever changed. I recall one reporter asking the mayor onscreen, "How can you allow strip joints within blocks of your elementary school?" His response was, "Who do you think paid for that school?"
Anyway, this was a playground for me for the years I lived in that area. The strip joints were good, but the adult bookstores were great. What I would do is dress in lingerie under my street clothes and strip down once I got into a booth. There was one ABS that had booths with 8"x8" gloryholes in each wall, with sliding doors that latched to allow or deny contact. Both booths had to open their sliding door to allow access. It was especially good during summer, when I'd wear a t-shirt, shorts, and sandals with bra and panties underneath. They were always a matching set - an ass slut has to have some standards. When it was cold I'd add stockings under my jeans. Once I was down to lingerie, I'd select a good shemale movie and turn the sound up to hide the slurping noises. Then I'd unlatch and open the sliding doors on both sides about 1/3 of the way, leaving it up to the booth occupants on each side to decide whether to ignore, watch, or participate. I'd stand and watch the movie, caressing my lingerie-clad curves.
I'd watch through the gaps to see what the occupants of the other booths would do. If I didn't find a neighbor attractive for any reason, I'd close and latch that door, and wait until noises indicated that person had left. I found a number of attractive neighbors. Many times one of them would open their slide, then slide mine all the way open, and I'd find a nice cock waiting for me. I would stroke just about every one, and the better ones I would suck. The jackpot was finding one that would fit my ass perfectly - about 6", not too thick and not too thin. For these people, I carried condoms and a small bottle of lube. (This was the height of the AIDS epidemic, and I always required a rubber.) Once I brought one of these perfect specimens to hardness, I'd set the lube and condom on the ledge between the two doors, then pull my panties down and put my ass in reach. Now and then the guy would just back away and close their door, but a number took me up on my invitation. They would rubber up and lube up, and I would feel their hand or their cock poking at me. I would back up, bend over, spread my cheeks with my hands, and wait for insertion.
Oh, that moment when the head started to enter me....
Separated by a wall, I could control the insertion so I didn't get hurt, but it was so nice when I could just back right up to the wall and let my anonymous lover control things. It was so good, pushing past my rings, backing out a little, then deeper, then deeper, then deeper until I felt the tingle of pubic hair against my ass. The openings in the wall were large enough for complete contact. Then I'd just hold still and let them use me. Sometimes the door on the other side would open, and I'd have an audience. The booths were a little too wide for a short guy like me to reach the other side with my mouth, but I would stroke any rod that came through while I was getting a hard pole up my back door. It felt so good. I could brace my ass against the wall, get fucked, stroke my own meat, and stroke another man's cock. It wasn't unusual for me to come with my ass full, and my fucker almost always slammed into me as he filled his condom.
Even if I didn't get a second cock in my hand, the other side would often just watch, and having someone watch me get fucked with my panties down around my knees was a real turn-on. I could see the face through the door, sometimes they'd just show me their cock as they jerked to climax. One time, after the one in my ass finished and backed off behind a closed door, the guy on the other side struck up a conversation. "That was amazingly hot," he said, "But doesn't it hurt?" I laughed and said, "Practice, my boy, practice. Once you've done it a few times, the pain goes away and it just feels fantastic."
Other times the guy on the other side wanted my 7" cock after I'd been fucked, and I'd pull my panties up to just under my balls and slide it through to be sucked. It never took long for me to fill his mouth with my load.
It was just so great to feel that cock expand and shiver in my ass as the load was pumped into the condom. I usually only took one fucking per visit That was enough to get me off, and I usually was on a short schedule - I had a wife to get back to. There was a paper towel roll in each booth. I'd close both doors, clean up, stash my lingerie in a pocket, get dressed and go home. I didn't get the chance very often, but I enjoyed all of these encounters. I haven't bottomed now in a long time, and I miss it.
About 20 miles from where my wife and I lived, on the outskirts of one of America's largest cities, there was an unofficial red light district. It was basically a very poor little village that had opened its boundaries to adult businesses in order to attract some kind of tax revenue. There were strip joints, massage parlors, and adult bookstores. Streetwalkers wandered the area. One night a friend got me into an i*****l crap game in the back room of a bar there. My guess is the game was allowed so long as the village got a cut. The village police would leave you alone as long as you didn't cause any trouble. The local TV news would launch an "investigation" into the area every year or so, but nothing ever changed. I recall one reporter asking the mayor onscreen, "How can you allow strip joints within blocks of your elementary school?" His response was, "Who do you think paid for that school?"
Anyway, this was a playground for me for the years I lived in that area. The strip joints were good, but the adult bookstores were great. What I would do is dress in lingerie under my street clothes and strip down once I got into a booth. There was one ABS that had booths with 8"x8" gloryholes in each wall, with sliding doors that latched to allow or deny contact. Both booths had to open their sliding door to allow access. It was especially good during summer, when I'd wear a t-shirt, shorts, and sandals with bra and panties underneath. They were always a matching set - an ass slut has to have some standards. When it was cold I'd add stockings under my jeans. Once I was down to lingerie, I'd select a good shemale movie and turn the sound up to hide the slurping noises. Then I'd unlatch and open the sliding doors on both sides about 1/3 of the way, leaving it up to the booth occupants on each side to decide whether to ignore, watch, or participate. I'd stand and watch the movie, caressing my lingerie-clad curves.
I'd watch through the gaps to see what the occupants of the other booths would do. If I didn't find a neighbor attractive for any reason, I'd close and latch that door, and wait until noises indicated that person had left. I found a number of attractive neighbors. Many times one of them would open their slide, then slide mine all the way open, and I'd find a nice cock waiting for me. I would stroke just about every one, and the better ones I would suck. The jackpot was finding one that would fit my ass perfectly - about 6", not too thick and not too thin. For these people, I carried condoms and a small bottle of lube. (This was the height of the AIDS epidemic, and I always required a rubber.) Once I brought one of these perfect specimens to hardness, I'd set the lube and condom on the ledge between the two doors, then pull my panties down and put my ass in reach. Now and then the guy would just back away and close their door, but a number took me up on my invitation. They would rubber up and lube up, and I would feel their hand or their cock poking at me. I would back up, bend over, spread my cheeks with my hands, and wait for insertion.
Oh, that moment when the head started to enter me....
Separated by a wall, I could control the insertion so I didn't get hurt, but it was so nice when I could just back right up to the wall and let my anonymous lover control things. It was so good, pushing past my rings, backing out a little, then deeper, then deeper, then deeper until I felt the tingle of pubic hair against my ass. The openings in the wall were large enough for complete contact. Then I'd just hold still and let them use me. Sometimes the door on the other side would open, and I'd have an audience. The booths were a little too wide for a short guy like me to reach the other side with my mouth, but I would stroke any rod that came through while I was getting a hard pole up my back door. It felt so good. I could brace my ass against the wall, get fucked, stroke my own meat, and stroke another man's cock. It wasn't unusual for me to come with my ass full, and my fucker almost always slammed into me as he filled his condom.
Even if I didn't get a second cock in my hand, the other side would often just watch, and having someone watch me get fucked with my panties down around my knees was a real turn-on. I could see the face through the door, sometimes they'd just show me their cock as they jerked to climax. One time, after the one in my ass finished and backed off behind a closed door, the guy on the other side struck up a conversation. "That was amazingly hot," he said, "But doesn't it hurt?" I laughed and said, "Practice, my boy, practice. Once you've done it a few times, the pain goes away and it just feels fantastic."
Other times the guy on the other side wanted my 7" cock after I'd been fucked, and I'd pull my panties up to just under my balls and slide it through to be sucked. It never took long for me to fill his mouth with my load.
It was just so great to feel that cock expand and shiver in my ass as the load was pumped into the condom. I usually only took one fucking per visit That was enough to get me off, and I usually was on a short schedule - I had a wife to get back to. There was a paper towel roll in each booth. I'd close both doors, clean up, stash my lingerie in a pocket, get dressed and go home. I didn't get the chance very often, but I enjoyed all of these encounters. I haven't bottomed now in a long time, and I miss it.
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